Hundreds of thousands of worshippers will complete their sacrifices in this day, which is the unique "Returning Soul Pilgrimage Day" in Jiran City.

The crowd moved slowly, and the pious chanting sound dissolved into the void, giving birth to an extremely sacred aura, as if gods were about to emerge from the void.

However, compared to the depths of the hall, the sacred aura here is a slight witch.

Deep in the hall, there is a towering mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there is a huge cave there.

As soon as you enter the cave, a solemn, peaceful, sacred and solemn atmosphere envelops the whole body and penetrates into your body. In an instant, it gives people a feeling of "**", as if at that moment, the whole person has been deified and immediately transformed into a sacred and great god!

This is just the feeling of the breath in the cave.

In the cave, there are countless sunkens on the stone walls on both sides, and there are statues of gods. There are countless statues of gods, with different expressions and different actions.

There are joys and sorrows, there are angers and angers, there are evils and compassions, there are cruelties and sorrows and pity...

At first glance, there were countless statues of large and small sizes, gold, wood, mud, and clay in the cave walls of the grottoes that were hundreds of meters high and unknown how deep they were. However, no matter which one they were, they all seemed extremely magical and had a lot of spiritual charm, and were obviously not ordinary things!

In fact, the statues here have passed through Jiran City for thousands of years. Countless incense beliefs and fanatical thoughts have been condensed on these statues in an indescribable and wonderful way!

It can be said that if these nameless "gods" are placed anywhere outside, they are at the level of "great gods"!

Thirteen cultivators who were so old that they looked very messy in this grotto. However, if they were concentrating on their minds, they would feel inexplicably shocked and dare not look at them for a long time.

The few people sitting withered, with a dry face on their faces, as if they had no moisture. They were still sitting upright, as if they were quieter than those statues.

Suddenly, a figure rushed in in a hurry. The man was also an extremely old cultivator, but he looked white and fat, with a greasy face.

"Not good, senior brothers, stop sitting withering. When you understand the 'Eighteen Palms of Demon Destroyment', we will all be gone!"

The fat old cultivator held a cotton towel and kept wiping the sweat on his forehead.

The thirteen sitting cultivators were still motionless and turned a deaf ear to the fat cultivators' words.

The fat old cultivator was very anxious and pushed the one sitting in the center in a panic, and said anxiously: "Senior Brother, help me!"

"Yizhi..."

The old cultivator did not open his eyes or speak, but a thick and heavy voice came from him. He gently waved his sleeves, but the sleeves transformed with the wind and had completely weathered! His old arm was exposed as dry branches.

The old cultivator gently turned his arm and pointed at the more than ten old cultivators around him one by one, saying, "Senior brothers and sisters have all 'abandoned Ming' and 'destroyed Cong', put aside everything and work together! Yizhi, you have mastered the chores in the city for hundreds of years. Remember that you are the master of Jiran City, and all the crises should be faced by you!"

"Ah?" The fat old man was shocked. After a closer look, the old men who were sitting withered, their eye sockets were deeply trapped in, and they had already dug out their eyes!

‘Give up Ming’, ‘Cancel’.

The fat old man howled in pain: "Senior Brother! Why do you guys do you have to do this!"

"Yizhi, the senior brothers have given everything, you... don't bother us anymore! Go back." As soon as the old cultivator finished speaking, the space around the fat cultivator twisted, and with a slight sway, he had been sent out of the grotto.

The fat old man stood at the entrance of the cave, gritted his teeth suddenly, and his hands shook, and his fingertips had clamped dozens of pointed cones the size of a golden finger. His hands were like wind, and his hands turned into dozens of phantoms, instantly stabbing the golden cones into his body!

The fat old man's face was sweating like a surge, and he took out a few golden pointed cones. Each of them was five or six times longer than the first one, but it was still the thickness of his fingers. The fat old man looked solemn. He turned his head to look at the brothers in the cave, and slowly stabbed the pointed cones into the biggest life and death concerns on his body!

The Baihui above the head, the most important and most important ones in the mouth.

When he looked up again, the fat old man had already given people a sense of [complete change]. There was an aura of determination, ferociousness and courage on him.

"Senior brothers, I hope you can succeed." The fat old cultivator jumped, like a huge ball, and rolled down the ten thousand-step stone stairs.

"The 'Lan' people, you bully me Jiran City, and I will let you see it very well!"

The fat old cultivator quickly rushed to the hall where ten thousand people worshipped. The three cultivators immediately met, but they were the "Boss", "Fourth Old" and "Fourth Old" who had encountered Zhang Zhifeng and others in the square at first.

The three of them met the fat old cultivator and respectfully praised the "Old Ancestor".

"Follow me and see the 'lantern' person." The fat old cultivator snorted angrily, walked out of the side door, and the three of them immediately followed.

"Old ancestor, your 'whim' has been great?" the 'boss' asked cautiously.

"Don't ask more, go quickly, hum, eight of the ten envoys of the 'Lan' came. They really look down on our Jiran City. See how many of them can I keep him today?"

The four of them turned around the hall and passed dozens of connected halls before they left through a semicircular door.

"Hahahaha," a long laugh came, "You finally came out of Jiran City's turtle, how about it? Have you figured out our conditions? Can you agree?"

"The light shines on the earth, and everything is silent. The magic lamp appears in the world, and the gods and ghosts retreat."

When the fat old cultivator saw that eight cultivators in brown ** strong clothes were standing proudly in front of them. Behind them, there were hundreds of cultivators with great skills. A top-grade spiritual treasure was flying in the sky, and a lantern shining with divine light was topped by the spiritual treasure.

"The ten envoys of the 'Lantern Festival' came, and eight people really respect me Jiran City? But no matter what, you shouldn't come on the day of pilgrimage in my city. Do you don't understand the rules at all? Hum?" The fat old cultivator snorted coldly, and his eyes showed a fierce light.

The figures flashed, and a group of city cultivators rushed from all directions, and in a blink of an eye, they surrounded hundreds of "Lantern" cultivators.

"Old man Yi, we see you are a senior, so we gave you some face. Are you looking for death? Kill!" Among the men in brown, one of them shouted angrily, and the people from the "Lan" Society moved together. In an instant, the sword lights and sword shadows, and the cultivators in Jiran City fell down in groups.

The eight great envoys rushed towards the fat old cultivator together.

The "boss" behind the fat old cultivator immediately rushed up and took on an attacking trick of "Emperor".

The fat old cultivator's clothes were shaken, his long sleeves were swollen, and he fought alone with five "Emperors".

Screams were endless, and people from Jiran City and the "Lantern Festival" died.

The battle between the masters of Jiran City and the Lantern Festival envoy will soon be won.

The fat old cultivator injured all the five "Emperor Envoys". His wide sleeves shook the five people away from a distance, and blood squirted.

The three brothers of "Boss" were defeated by the "Empression" and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the fat old cultivator was brave, the people from the lantern festival immediately shouted and stopped their troops and gathered together tightly.

The eight great masters supported each other. They stared at the fat old cultivator hatefully. A man in brown clothes covered his mouth and said in a cold voice: "Okay, Jiran City Ancestor, you have hidden it so deeply. I didn't expect that you have already entered the realm of the Heavenly Saint half a step. OK, very good, but don't think that you can resist our "lantern" in this way, let's go!"

The smoke flashed, and the lanterns in the sky shone brightly, and the people from the "Lan" meeting disappeared.

"Old ancestor, are you, you have really entered the realm of the Heavenly Saint?"

The "Boss" and the other two climbed up from the ground and looked at the fat old cultivator happily.

The fat old cultivator waved his hand, but did not answer, turned around and left.

A moment later, his voice came into the ears of the three of them: "Put it a little bit, and then you go down and take a good rest. The people with the lamp will not come within three days, but when they come again, they will definitely not be the "Emager" and I'm afraid that their "Emager" will appear."

The three brothers looked at each other and thought that the "ancestor" had just made a breakthrough and must have been in urgent need of meditation, so they didn't speak up, but just silently obeyed the fat old cultivator's words.

The fat old cultivator held the square scarf in his hand and covered his mouth tightly. He could see a stream of blood flowing from his arms and along his wide sleeves into his clothes.

The fat man ran, and in a blink of an eye, he had already turned back to the cave. He sat down and could no longer help him. He threw away the square scarf and whispered a big mouth.

The sharp cones of gold were reversed out of their major positions and fell to the ground, making a tingling sound.

The fat old cultivator took a few breaths and slowly crawled into the grotto.

"Senior brother, I want to practice the 18 Palms of Destroying Demons. You thirteen can only cultivate the thirteen Palms at most. With me, that is the 14 Palms. Once successful, the power will be hundreds of times greater!"

"Yizhi, you are injured. You can recover by borrowing these 'gods' powers. Jiran City, you still have to protect it. I will practice the eighteen palms of demons. I practice the three styles, and Junior Brother Aozhi practiced two styles, so now there are sixteen styles, which is enough!"

"Then I will practice the seventeenth style, or the eighteenth style."

"No, you are uneasy and will only make bad things. Moreover, the master personally gave the 178th style, and you are no longer required."

"I'll go find the master!" The fat old cultivator seemed to have made up his mind and suddenly slapped his forehead with a palm. His two eyeballs immediately flew out and turned into ashes by a ball of flame in the air.
Chapter completed!