"Tomorrow?" Hasn't this red light appeared every night recently?
"Are you sure it will happen tomorrow?"
"Ah..." the disciple was speechless, "No, I don't dare!" He was not a big square pot, so how could he dare to guarantee it?
Just because the red light beam has appeared every night recently does not mean that it will come every day in the future.
This is not a rule at all.
Just look at the scars on the bodies of the Que beasts in the city, perhaps Dafang Hu’s training with them is coming to an end.
At this time, one of the attendants pointed to the sky: "Master, look! It seems to be coming towards us."
In the dark night, I don't know when there was a light.
Everyone raised their eyes to see it, and it kept getting bigger in everyone's field of vision.
It seemed like it was coming for them.
No, it seems to be coming towards the south gate of Panlong City.
Such a rich green light looks particularly eerie against the dark night background.
He Jing's expression changed, and she sternly scolded the attendants behind her: "Which one of you has secretly invited God to descend?"
Everyone was shocked and shook their heads desperately.
The messenger He Du said, this is a divine descent?!
So could this green light falling from the sky be...?
Their expressions of surprise did not seem to be fake, and He Jing just asked casually. Preparations for asking God are complicated, so I'm sorry these guys don't understand.
It seems that someone in Panlong City invited the gods and succeeded?
Which god did you invite?
In the blink of an eye, the green light flew closer and was as dazzling as a comet. Those with weaker cultivation levels no longer dared to look directly at it.
Sensing that this thing had evil intentions, He Jing immediately ordered: "Sacrifice the lantern spirit!"
It came so fast that it was too late to set up a temporary formation, so the lantern keeper could only use the most powerful weapons.
Three golden lights immediately lit up in the crowd, and three lanterns appeared.
He Jing had one in his palm, Fu Liang had one in his palm, and another Tiangong attendant also had one.
They flew above the owner's head, blending with each other to form a golden shroud, protecting everyone in the middle.
He Jing recited a few words in a low voice, and hundreds of runes suddenly appeared on the golden light shield. The same golden light shone slowly on the shield.
They were still standing in the desert, more than ten feet away from the land bridge. The green light seemed to be heading towards Panlong City, but when it reached the bridge, it suddenly turned and hit them head-on.
He Jing shouted: "Keep calm and steady, without distracting thoughts!"
Everyone immediately calmed down and chanted loudly the majestic name of the Holy Lord Lingxu.
Even if a god's clone descends to the lower realm, he must descend into a human body to be powerful. And this god of unknown origin is obviously heading for Panlong City, so why would he choose a human god outside the city to descend?
But for safety reasons, He Jing had to sacrifice the lantern spirit.
If humans without the mark do not agree, the clones of the gods will not be able to successfully descend from the gods. But they will try their best to threaten and induce them.
With the protection of the "heart lamp" of the lantern spirit, the messengers of the Heavenly Palace are not easily seduced by this wild god whose origin is unknown.
As expected, the green light hit the golden light shield.
Everyone, including the mask, was shaken by the impact, feeling that this thing was coming menacingly.
But the green light immediately passed over the golden light shield, turned back, and plunged into the south gate of Panlong City.
Then, it disappeared.
Everything was quiet again, as if nothing had happened.
He Jing then put away the lantern spirit and wondered: Why did this wild god rush into them?
Although he is called the "Wild God", as the Duyun Envoy, he can feel the aura of green light, which is definitely not the spirit of the gods, but it is still very powerful.
Everyone in the Heavenly Palace looked at each other in confusion, not knowing why. Only the disciple who controlled the lantern spirit exclaimed:
"Duzhao, me, my lantern spirit!"
He Jing looked down and saw that the platinum candle in his hand only had a flame as big as a mung bean, fluttering in the wind.
Seeing that weak look, He Jing frowned: "The essence of your lantern spirit was taken away by that god's clone."
Chapter completed!