Chapter 88 Waterway Dharma Ceremony

Immediately above Wang Zijia's group, the four senior masters and uncles who were at least at the Jijiu Realm who had been meditating with their eyes closed, all opened their eyes. The four of them looked at each other, and then glanced at the disciples below.

"We're all here, let's start preparations first!" Among the four, an uncle wearing a bright yellow Celestial Master Taoist robe spoke first.

"good!"

"Can!"

"good!"

The other three people all responded.

There are three people left, a charming female cultivator, a middle-aged Confucian scholar, and a strong man with an iron tower.

The strong man from the Iron Tower was the first to flip his hands, and he threw out all kinds of strange-shaped objects, casually throwing them into the square array of coffins below. There was no movement after they landed in those coffins.

There was something in the coffin not far in front of Wang Zijia. It looked like a broken sword. It was very broken. I didn't know what it was used for. I just threw it on the corpse in the coffin and ignored it.

The tower man stopped when he finished.

Wang Zijia raised his head and looked at the illusory book above him. It looked somewhat similar to a spell book, but it had no words and seemed to be blank.

"Belonging to the Fuyuan, start the technique and perform the ritual!"

As he spoke, the spiritual light all over his body surged, and a strange mana fluctuation, like a force field, enveloped everyone in the entire hexagram area.

Immediately afterwards, a group of disciples who had been waiting for a long time for entering the coffin line below all set up the altar in their own open space in the center of the coffin area and opened the altar to perform rituals.

In the square formation, as the disciples danced like masters, little fluorescent lights that were invisible to the naked eye began to appear on some of the corpses in the coffins, floating and converging in the sky three inches above the corpses.

"If anyone has that kind of virtue, consuming three pills of rejuvenation is not enough..." She gestured to the small group of jade bottles left beside her, and said: "No need to worry, you can reach out and get it yourself."

That’s it.”

As she spoke, she flipped her hands again, and a huge alchemy furnace appeared in front of her. Then there was no movement, and it looked like she was waiting to open the furnace to refine something.

Everyone responded in unison.

Before everyone could wait, an old voice suddenly came from inside the Yin Yang Fish in the center of the square.

At this time, as the shock wave spread, in the square formation, all the disciples of the Death Vein, who jumped to the great god, began to have mana fluctuations, like a force field, covering their area, and began to reveal their methods.

At this time, the middle-aged Confucian scholar in the sky suddenly shouted softly, which woke up the stunned Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia, who was still at a loss, suddenly had his pupils shrink.

"The best rejuvenation pill, one bottle contains three pills. If you don't have enough power at that time, you can swallow it immediately." As Wang Zijia reached out to catch the jade bottle, the female cultivator in the sky said.

The old Taoist and the three of them looked at each other, nodded slightly, and said to the disciples of the Mortal Meridian in different clothes in the square formation: "Open the altar, how to do it!"

When the last middle-aged Confucian scholar saw this, he also flipped his hands. The movement was too big.

But as soon as I started, my breath was stagnant.

Of course, it was not just Wang Zijia who was confused, there were also many disciples.

In an instant, paper rain began to fall over the phalanx.

There were traditional offering altars, some dancing like witch doctors, and some kneeling down to pray. For a moment, all kinds of demons were dancing around, and Wang Zijia was a little confused.

Wang Zijia frowned slightly, because until now, he was not sure why he wanted them here!

Although the knowledge reserve has improved a bit, it is still at a very low level, and the undertaker has no understanding at all.

Everyone looked at each other, and in the entire lace area of ​​the hexagram-yao square formation, not a single disciple came out.

"Belonging to the Talisman Academy, those who have achieved little mastery of Talismans, and those who have not yet completely mastered the transformation of the Talisman paper, come out!" After doing this, the middle-aged Confucian suddenly spoke and said to the disciples surrounding the coffin square below.

The talisman paper floated on the square array, and when it fell downwards, it scattered without fire. Before it hit the ground, the paper scattered without leaving a trace.

As the spiritual materials squirmed and gathered together, a blank talisman paper the size of a secret book page condensed out. Wang Zijia looked around, followed the middle-aged Confucian scholar's previous instructions, and threw the newly formed talisman paper into the coffin square array.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand: "After the Dharma Conference starts, you don't have to worry about anything else. Just make the talisman paper on site and put it into the square array. The talisman paper should be in the form of a secret book page.

"

The only female cultivator among the three, the uncle also flipped her hands at this time, and jade bottles kept popping up, and in the blink of an eye, they actually covered half of the sky.

"promise!"

Wang Zijia shouldn't be too familiar with this, because the two pollution methods he had seen when the spiritual roots were separated were caused by the gathering of these light spots!

However, unlike the contamination method, the light spots precipitated from these corpses did not converge into a specific shape on the corpse. Instead, they floated a few inches above the corpse, forming a fuzzy fluorophore that was no longer visible.

Other actions.

An invisible shock wave spread and swept through the entire Bagua Square in an instant. The moment Wang Zijia was hit by the invisible shock wave, he was completely stunned.

The coffin, the altar, the heavenly master who performed the ritual, and the talismans scattered all over the sky, it was really a funeral ceremony.

"rise!"

Even when Wang Zijia saw many disciples, including the disciples who performed the master dance among them, they all suppressed their faces and looked like they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

After a moment, the jade bottle stopped emerging, and then, most of the jade bottle fell downwards.

Spots of light are emitted one by one, and there is more or less a group of fluorescence on each corpse.

One of them, in Wang Zijia's blank gaze, fell in front of him. He subconsciously reached out and took the jade bottle.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the old Taoist who was wearing the bright yellow robe of the Heavenly Master.

When Wang Zijia was in the force field, a sense of peace and harmony arose in her heart, and there were sounds of sermons in her ears, as if there were people reciting sutras and practicing salvation in the far distance on the horizon.

Even though it is noon and the sun is shining, their unique light cannot be concealed.

You can't. We really want them to be the atmosphere group that sprinkles paper money on the funeral procession, right?

While thinking about it, I wanted to cast the spell again and make talisman paper.

Immediately afterwards, waves of coolness came to my mind, just like drinking ice water in summer, and a thrill swept through my body.

He was a little more awake, his thinking seemed to have become more active, and his condition was much better than taking the Huixin Pill.

Countless runes circulated, and illusory books were filled with stars, floating above everyone's heads, slowly rotating around the square array below, and there were no other changes.

Hearing this, Wang Zijia stopped caring about anything else. He raised his hand and took out a piece of spiritual material from the spiritual materials prepared on the side, activating the temporary stack of talisman paper making techniques.

Having mastered the art, he found it difficult to cast it again.

Instinctively, he looked up, and at a glance, he could find the one he had made among the talisman papers in the sky. It was still slowly floating and dissipating. Judging from its appearance, if he wanted to completely fall to the ground or dissipate, he would have to at least

About five minutes.

And the time for him to perform the spell for the second time should wait until the last talisman paper has dissipated.

"Um?"
Chapter completed!