The Immortal Lady gave the largest Zongmu mask to Jiang Zhonglou, and she herself wore a bronze mask wrapped in gold.
This mask is thinner and has softer eyes. It seems to be for women only...
The mask worn by Haiyue Island Master is also covered with a layer of gold, but its shape is majestic and solemn...
There is also gold on Kombu's mask, but he looks weirdly smiling, a bit obscene and funny...
On the periphery, there are eight disciples of the Immortal Lady, Sanya and Mo Xiang Jian Leng. The masks they wear are only bronze, not covered with gold...
And Doctor Mo's new great son, Eucommia ulmoides, is not even qualified to wear a mask to participate in the sacrifice, so he can only stand on the outside and visit...
And Dendrobium, who is not even a great ink master, is even less qualified to participate in the sacrifice. He, Ding Gongteng, Qin Geng, Shi Wei, Linchuanjun and others all stood in awe with their hands down...
"Put your Mo jade locks on the altar, according to the directions of the Eight Diagrams, Mo Bian is Kun, Mo Xia is Qian, Mo Moudui, Mo Gongli, Mo Junzhen, Mo Jikan, Mo Yixun, Mo Immortal Gen..."
As the Immortal Lady spoke, she took off the black jade lock from her neck and placed it in the groove of the "Kun" position on the altar. She took out another black jade lock and placed it in the groove of the "Xun" position.
Obviously, this black jade lock was taken from Lin Zisu.
The owner of Haiyue Island took off his black jade lock and placed it in the groove of the "shock" position...
Sanya looked at Jiang Zhonglou inquiringly.
"fine."
Jiang Zhonglou took off his own black jade lock and placed it in the groove of the "dry" position. He also took off the black jade lock on Sanya's neck and helped her place it in the groove of the "dui" position. ..
Although Kunbu said that he could still control the situation, Jiang Zhonglou knew that the palm he just struck had severely injured Kunbu!
Jiang Zhonglou's palm just now was applied with all his strength, but Kunbu responded hastily...
Even so, Kunbu should not be seriously injured, because his cultivation and combat power are now higher than Jiang Zhonglou.
This made Jiang Zhonglou a little confused...
However, now is not the time to think about this problem. Since Kunbu is seriously injured, the current situation is evenly matched. Therefore, Jiang Zhonglou is not afraid of the Immortal Lady snatching his and Sanya's black jade locks...
When the Immortal Lady saw that everyone had placed the black jade locks and the eight disciples and priests had also taken their positions with ritual utensils, she raised the jade rules in her hand, waved them, and said in her mouth: "The Jedi reach the sky, and the miracle will appear again!"
I saw a ray of white light shooting out from the jade rules and hitting the hollow in the center of the altar.
"Shua..."
The altar suddenly split and deformed, turning into the shape of an eight-petal lotus, spinning rapidly and making a low "buzzing" sound!
Five rays of purple light shot out from the five lotus petals with ink jade locks,
"Come, let's recite the spell together!"
The Immortal Lady held Jiang Zhonglou's hand.
Jiang Chonglou followed her and recited together: "When the ink is lost, the ink is forgotten, one room is a country, the virtuous are respected, and the way of heaven is long!"
After saying that, the Immortal Madam raised the jade rule in her hand and touched it with the jade rule in Jiang Zhonglou's hand...
"Shua..."
The jade rules and regulations suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, enveloping Jiang Zhonglou and the Immortal Lady!
The entire altar was surrounded by white and purple light, and the people inside and the altar could not be seen clearly...
The ritual vessels held by the eight priests also emitted white light, shooting towards the light group in the center of the altar and gathering together!
The bronze masks in everyone's hands also emitted a golden-green light...
The entire palace seemed to be enveloped by a powerful magnetic field!
Every person, every item, every molecule, atom, and even the air seems to be controlled by that powerful magnetic field!
Everyone's brains were buzzing, as if they had entered a fantasy world...
"Hahaha! Finally succeeded!"
In the white light of the central altar, the Immortal Lady shouted excitedly: "This bronze sacred tree that I spent seventy years rebuilding can really enhance the magnetic field energy to a hundred times!
I will definitely get more energy from this sacrifice, and my lifespan and appearance will definitely be extended for another thousand years!"
"Ma'am, should we put on masks?"
The owner of Haiyue Island on the side asked.
"Yes, everyone, please put on your mask and accept God's baptism and teachings!"
The Immortal Lady shouted fervently.
Jiang Zhonglou was in the dazzling white light and couldn't see anything, so he put on the Zongye bronze mask...
"Shua..."
His eyes darkened.
The eyes of this bronze mask are sealed, blocking all light...
Jiang Zhonglou's eyes slowly adapted to the darkness in the mask, and then...he was surprised!
He found that there were several pairs of eyes in the darkness, looking at him.
Jiang Zhonglou quickly turned around and looked around, and found that there were really eight pairs of eyes around him watching him!
He squinted his eyes and continued to adapt to the darkness around him. Only then did he realize that the eight pairs of eyes around him were eight black shadows.
They disappeared into the darkness, and their figures and faces could not be seen. Only a pair of cold and lazy eyes were revealed, which seemed to reveal a kind of impatience...
"Are you...the true gods of the outer world of gods?"
Jiang Zhonglou asked blankly.
"Despicable and ignorant mortals, why don't you kneel down when you see gods?"
A voice asked coldly.
"Forehead..."
Jiang Chonglou was stunned, feeling unhappy, and said angrily: "You are all gods, do you still care about the kneeling of mortals? Are you as shallow as mortals?"
"presumptuous!"
Eight voices suddenly shouted coldly in unison, making a strange accent, which was very harsh...
The eight pairs of eyes suddenly lost their laziness and indifference, and instead stared angrily at Jiang Zhonglou.
"Um..." Jiang Zhonglou was speechless, "Do you gods also think that you can scare people by making loud noises?"
"Who are you?"
"Why are you holding the high priest's jade rules?"
"Why are you presiding over this centenary ceremony?"
Eight men in black robes were questioning Jiang Zhonglou.
"My name is Jiang Zhonglou. I didn't want to participate in the sacrifice. Madam Immortal insisted on letting me host it..." Jiang Zhonglou said depressedly.
"What? Are you Jiang Zhonglou?"
Eight voices shouted again in surprise.
"Um...you know me?"
Jiang Zhonglou was stunned.
"Are you the Mohist saint who has never been born in thousands of years?" Eight voices asked in unison in disbelief.
"Um... I guess, they did say I was some kind of saint from the Mo family, but I don't know the details." Jiang Chonglou was speechless again.
"No wonder he is so arrogant, it turns out he is a saint from the Mohist family..."
"Sure enough, as much talent as there is, there is also a temper..."
"Looking at your qualifications and divinity, you are really similar to Mozi two thousand years ago..."
The eight black figures sighed one after another.
"that..."
Jiang Zhonglou didn't expect that the gods would talk so much nonsense, so he paused and said: "The Immortal Madam said, what kind of energy can I get from you through sacrifices, and what kind of instructions do you have...
If you are not busy, please bring me the things you have prepared, I am in a hurry."
"What? Not only do you openly ask for it, but you actually urge us? How rude! What do you think of our gods?"
"You are so disrespectful to the gods, aren't you afraid of our anger?"
"When the God is angry, the mountains will collapse and the earth will burst into pieces, and rivers of blood will flow!"