It is night, and the Chinese light in the suspended city overflows. "Ya * Wen * Yan * Qing * first * hair" The pagoda is layered, the glazed lights are shaded, the silver candle is empty, and the jade table is beaded. The street completely overlaps with the Mirror City on the ground, square and square, and palaces are arranged on the edge of the empty street, row upon row.

Unlike the mirrors on the ground, there are only twos and threes of disciples wearing white sacrificial clothes on the Temple of Heaven in this hanging city. The whole city is like an empty shell in a gorgeous coat.

At this moment, two female disciples were wandering around in the floating city. One person is very tall, with shallow red lips and a handsome appearance, but unfortunately there is a bit of sternness between his eyebrows and eyes. The other person was petite and followed closely behind his companion, his eyes flowing like a spring water.

"Tell me, where is Yun Qing at this moment?" The petite woman was Zheng Zhenzhen, with a worried look on her face. She was worried that Yun Qing was not in good health. What should she do if she went to the Temple of Heaven to take a risk and had an accident at this time. At that time, she didn't know how she would cry.

"You've been asking me for three days, are you bothered?!" Another man said in a man's voice. Song Liyou's heart was burning with anger. He originally got two female disciples' clothes, one for Yun Qing and one for Zheng Zhenzhen. In this way, Yun Qing would have to sneak into the altar with Zheng Zhenzhen's oil bottle, which greatly increased the danger, and he had many ways to deal with the mindless Aman by himself. However, he did not expect that Yun Qing would not go on the road he had paved at all, and would venture into the altar with Aman. And for three days, there was no news at all.

He originally wanted to get another male disciple's clothes, but when he arrived near the Lvtian altar, he realized that because of the recent fires, the protection power of the altar had been greatly increased, and it was difficult to find an opportunity to start. . Two days ago, even the national teacher appeared in the holy altar, and he didn't dare to act rashly. He could only change into women's clothes and accompany Zheng Zhenzhen to hang out.

"You haven't come to see us for so long, Yun Qing must be in trouble... What should I do?" Zheng Zhenzhen was still muttering to herself, looking very worried. pale.

From Song Liyou's standpoint, of course, he wished that something would happen to Yunqing. But so far, there has been no special news from the Lvtian altar, and even the previous fire incident has gradually subsided, which just shows that Yunqing's side is going well, and there is no obstacle at all.

"Hey, what do you know, maybe she's already worshipped at the Temple of Heaven and has a good time." Song Liyou said resentfully, adjusting the position of her clothes awkwardly.

"If something happens to her... how am I going to save her?" Zheng Zhenzhen's eyes were red.

"Who are you going to save?" A young, but slightly hoarse voice came from behind them.

Yun Qing was wearing a white sacrificial dress, with an Eguanbo belt, with autumn water hanging from his waist, and his wide sleeves hanging down to cover his hands. She closed her eyes and chuckled, standing in this blurred light, but there was an aura that didn't eat human fireworks. She raised her hand and drew a clear light, which was a small sound-isolating spell.

"Yunqing!!" Zheng Zhenzhen rushed over.

"Well." She replied, avoiding Zheng Zhenzhen, "Have you had a good time these days?"

Zheng Zhenzhen fluttered in the air, grabbed Yun Qing's long sleeves and said, "Did you get the sacrificial clothes too?"

"Well." Yun Qing nodded, "I'm afraid something big is going to happen recently, I'll let you know."

Zheng Zhenzhen pulled her sleeves and watched for a long time, and suddenly said, "Why is your sacrificial uniform different from ours?"

"This is what I wore during the official sacrifice. I borrowed your name to participate in the Hundred Flowers Festival, would you mind?" Yun Qing explained to her. en8.

Zheng Zhenzhen's eyes widened: "You, you actually want to get in!?"

"Otherwise, why would I come to this Jingdu?" Yun Qing said as a matter of course.

"Hmph, I really don't know how high the sky is!" Song Liyou sneered, "The Temple of Heaven has been passed down for thousands of years, how could you be so easily mixed in."

Yun Qing was not angry, and nodded in agreement: "Yes, it is true that you can't get in so easily. It's just at the critical juncture of the Hundred Flowers Festival. Coupled with a few fires, some people can see some hidden dangers. Recently It shouldn't happen because of a little guy like me."

"You mean, after the Hundred Flowers Festival..." Zheng Zhenzhen tightened her sleeve's hand.

"I don't have time to take care of me now. After the Hundred Flowers Festival, we will naturally settle accounts together. People who walk the Temple of Heaven are not stupid. Although no one is talking about it now, someone must have found out that I am not Zheng Zhenzhen. But... I never thought about it. Stay here for a long time."

"Then what should I do?" Zheng Zhenzhen looked worried.

"Would you like to walk with me?" Yun Qing asked, with a smile on his face, but inexplicably made people feel cold in their hearts.

"Of course I am willing." Zheng Zhenzhen did not hesitate.

Song Liyou couldn't stand it any longer. Zheng Zhen was really a silly girl. It was her business to be willing to accompany Yunqing to life and death. He could not be trapped by Yunqing again after finally regaining a new life. He said dissatisfiedly, "You didn't even ask me if I wanted to!"

"Then I'll ask you now, would you like to walk with me?" Yun Qing slowly straightened Zheng Zhenzhen's wrinkled sleeves without raising his head.

"I don't want to!" Song Liyou didn't hesitate.

"I'll naturally arrange your whereabouts when this happens. It's better for you to stay with me now." Yun Qing didn't seem to hear what he said.

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When she straightened her sleeves, Song Liyou was about to be pushed to the brink of an outbreak.

"I don't know how many people in the world are coveting the Shrine. You have an astrolabe, or you still look like a ghost without a body. Where can you go?" Yun Qing said mercilessly.

Song Liyou said angrily, "It's better to go anywhere than to be held hostage by a monster like you!"

"Monster?!" Zheng Zhenzhen exclaimed, looking at Yun Qing up and down.

Yun Qing was amused by what he said: "Hahaha, you think too much, I am a real person!"

"How could there be people in the Shiwanda Mountain?" Song Liyou couldn't believe it, "Qingchuan Mountain House, the holy place for demons in the world, has been sitting in the Shiwanda Mountain for an unknown period of time. There is a beast in there that has to be eaten without even bones, not to mention you. Such an ordinary person who has never entered the Dao?"

"That's right, I came out because I couldn't stay any longer. What's the problem?" Yun Qing shook his head, still unable to hold back his laughter.

"Who knows what you are, I only know that it will be unlucky to follow you!" Song Liyou said it rudely.

"Immediately, when I'm done with Jingdu, I'll show you a place to go. You definitely won't regret following me this time." Yun Qing said meaningfully.

Song Liyou wanted to refute, but she calmed down inexplicably when she saw her expression.

Yun Qing stopped chatting with them, she said calmly: "This Hundred Flowers Festival is very important to me, I may use this to break a heart barrier... After that, I will find a way to escape. If it doesn't go well, you can Leave me alone."

"I won't!" Zheng Zhenzhen answered quickly, with a sincere expression.

"It's just an assumption, I think the chances of escape are still very high... Let alone, I have to participate in the arrangement of the altar at night." Yun Qing waved off the sound-isolating spell and said goodbye to them.

The thin figure was drowned in the splendid lights little by little, lonely and desolate.

Zheng Zhenzhen seemed to want to say something to her, but he didn't dare to go forward, so he could only stay silent with red eyes and gritted teeth.

"Why are you crying again!?" Song Liyou didn't want to stay for a moment, it was a shame to walk with this guy, "How old are you, why are you crying every day?"

"I think she works too hard alone..." Zheng Zhenzhen choked.

"Let's go, hurry up!" Song Liyou pushed her, he didn't want to see this guy crying.

"Is there anything else I can do?" Zheng Zhenzhen was half-pushed by him and wept.

"Don't cry, I beg you!" Song Liyou felt like she was taking a child.

"Uuuuuuuuuuu..."

Song Liyou looked irritable, Xin Yiheng stretched out his hand to her, knocking her out.

The voice finally disappeared, Song Liyou breathed a sigh of relief. Zheng Zhenzhen fell to the ground, and the disciples of the Temple of Heaven who came and went all looked at them curiously.

Song Liyou didn't dare to make these people suspicious, so she shouted "Ah, Junior Sister! Why are you fainting!" He picked up Zheng Zhenzhen and ran away.

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The Hundred Flowers Festival was held as scheduled.

This is a grand sacrifice with a cycle of thousands of years, based on several cities, and the source of the people of the mirror country. For the people of Jingguo, this is a major ceremony to comfort the deceased and pray for blessings, and it is also a manifestation of the belief in the Temple of Heaven. For the Lvtian Temple, this is a good time to gather the pure aspirations of all people. The strength accumulated in the sub-altars for thousands of years will be slowly merged into the Lvtian Temple today. At that time, the Lvtian Temple will be enhanced to a new level. level.

On this day, with the Holy Altar of Lütian as the center, all the sub-altars within 3,000 miles around them rose from the ground and rose into the blue sky. With the Hanging City as the center, they slowly rotated according to the stars of the heavens.

The mortals in several surrounding cities could not afford to kneel when they saw this wonder, and their belief in the Temple of Heaven became stronger and stronger.

At this time, Yun Qing was wearing incomparably complicated sacrificial clothes, and followed a long team of flower girls slowly into the altar. The whole body of the holy altar is as white as jade. Like the sub-altars she has seen, the surrounding stone walls are painted with sacrificial ceremonies from ancient times to the present. The most important thing is that the altar like a small city looks like a flawless whole, and there is no trace of being dismantled at all.

Yun Qing's heart was slightly tight the moment he stepped into the altar, but nothing appeared on his face.

One step out, the force of a thousand crus is pressed!

Yun Qing almost fell to the ground under such power. There was an indescribable feeling of squeezing and repulsion from all directions, as if this small world was fighting against her. This kind of power made her breathing hard, and she was really angry. Yun Qing swallowed a mouthful of blood with difficulty, and kept up with the team ahead as normal as possible. He kept reciting the Kunshan Jade Breaking Art in his heart to relieve the pain of gouging out his bones.

This is the repulsion of the altar of heaven to the true qi of the alien species.

During the Hundred Flowers Festival, the Lvtian Temple will bring all the people's willpower accumulated by all the altars in the world into its own spiritual pool. At this time, the Lvtian Temple will be unbelievably powerful. At this time, the power of willingness is extremely pure, and the power of exclusivity is extremely powerful. It will be a great opportunity for promotion for those who practice Qianyuan Junzidao and its branches, but for Yunqing, it is undoubtedly poisonous.

And this was just the beginning of the ceremony, and when it was about to end a few days later, almost all the wishing power poured into it. At that time, if a person who practiced Xenogeneic True Qi was in an unstable state of mind and could not suppress his True Qi, the only way was to explode and die.

What Yun Qing wants to do is very simple. By walking on the altar of heaven to condense true qi and stabilize the state of mind.

The secret method of the soul will not be found for a while, and even if it is found, it is not known when it will be completed. Far away can't quench near thirst, so Yun Qing came up with the idea of ​​walking the altar of heaven.

The greater the repulsive force of walking on the altar, the greater the oppression of true qi. At this time, it takes a lot less effort for her to condense true qi. In the Hundred Flowers Festival, there must be steps to temper the mind and stabilize the soul. The minds of mortals in the world are so chaotic, and it is absolutely impossible to gather these messy willpowers directly. During this period, there is still a process of refining and purification. Yun Qing wants to take this opportunity to stabilize his soul.

Of course, the risks of doing this are also very high, and one of them is her death.

Yun Qing knew the trick, but still planned to give it a shot.

Thousands of altars began to rotate like stars, and as they slowly revolved, streamers of different colors began to pour into the altar.

The sacrificial paintings on the stone wall of the altar were vaguely touched by these wishes and began to move slowly. Those original simple stroke patterns gradually enriched, and the strokes became clearer and more vivid. The pattern on this is also deeply stained on a white background, gradually dyed with bits and pieces of color, and gradually tends to be perfect as the colors are dyed with each other.

Yunqing witnessed these extremely abstract floating paintings becoming more and more real, and finally seemed to perfectly reproduce the pictures of human sacrifices thousands of years ago.

Human beings have kept their will on this holy altar with pure willpower, resisted the ten thousand years of time, passed it on from generation to generation, and lived forever.

This is the way of man.

"The wishes of all the people are full of wings. The power of walking on the sky is illustrious. A hundred flowers are blooming together to enjoy and worship!"

An empty and quiet voice shook in the hearts of everyone, from the altar of the sky to every inch of the mirror country. Every ordinary person who hears this voice will have a kind of enlightenment in their hearts, and their belief in walking on the Temple of Heaven will take root.

Yun Qing's mind was slightly condensed, and the book of heaven kept shaking.

Above the central spiritual pool of the altar of the sky, where thousands of thousands of wishes are gathered, a person in white clothes and white hair is sitting in the void.

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