While they were talking, several believers were busy making arrangements on the ground.
First, he brought out a bucket of something like paint that had been sketched out in advance, and drew complex patterns on the ground.
Those lines and patterns seem to be the patterns and words on Buddhist prayer flags, or like the mantras of the heavenly book on Taoist talismans, full of mysterious and mysterious flavor.
The paint itself that outlines the pattern also exudes a peculiar smell.
Just like the smell of blood with fishy and rusty smell, when it is strong and becomes light, it also brings out a sweet fragrance, like the white orchids in full bloom in midsummer.
The person mainly responsible for outlining the pattern with this special pigment is the Old Vulture among the Afterlife believers.
This person looked like a scholar at first glance. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat and he didn't dare to wipe it off. He didn't dare to waste any paint. After he finished sketching the pattern in one go, he just used up a bucket of paint.
"Your Majesty, fortunately you have lived up to your destiny!"
The old vulture raised his hand and wiped it on his bald head. A large amount of sweat appeared on his palm, as if he had dipped his hands on the faucet.
"Very good, I didn't disappoint you."
The reincarnated goddess was indeed very satisfied.
The pigment, also known as blood essence, was made by absorbing the secret recipe of one of the oldest religious sects in the West during the Middle Ages, using human blood as raw material and adding various precious ancient recipes.
There is only one bucket. If it fails, there will be no second chance, and the waiting ceremony will be less interesting.
The reincarnated goddess walked into the pattern with satisfaction.
There, some followers of the afterlife sect had already placed a futon specifically for her.
The reincarnated goddess sat upright on the futon, with her five hearts in the sky, her head raised and facing forward.
There, the iron chains were trembling, and on the opposite bank there were stone pillars and bronze coffins on an isolated island.
Like a pilgrimage.
Behind the reincarnated goddess, the Puranana believers knelt in a specific order according to the directions marked on the pattern.
Just like looking up at the Big Dipper at night, everyone in the Rebirth Sect takes the reincarnated goddess as the leader, and vaguely invisible threads connect them together as everyone sits down.
"Are you all ready?"
The reincarnated goddess made the seal with her hands, and her voice lost its usual characteristics of compassion and indifference, bringing out a nervous vibrato.
Yunzi, who was kneeling behind him, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Honorable Sir, Yunzi should go and deal with them, otherwise the people named Zhu and Chen will be hidden dangers after all."
The reincarnated goddess frowned, pondered for a moment, and then shook her head: "Forget it, I will welcome back the legal body and inherit the power of my predecessor. It will be easy to deal with them again. There is no need to make extra trouble."
Yunzi was still worried and wanted to persist a little longer: "But..."
"No need but."
The reincarnated goddess turned her back to Yunzi and raised a hand to stop her words.
"God's will is upon me!"
The reincarnated goddess only replied with these four words. Yunzi immediately remained silent and did not dare to question.
The believers of the Puranana sect chanted "Passlife" devoutly behind them, but they didn't know that the reincarnated goddess in front of them secretly sighed.
How could she not know what Yunzi said?
It's just that she is not optimistic that Yunzi can deal with Zhu Wuneng and Chen Yang.
Especially Chen Yang.
In this case, if extraneous problems arise, it is better to grasp the big ones and let go of the small ones.
The reincarnated goddess stopped talking, her hands holding the seal kept turning over her hands, and the ring surface of the ring always faced the direction of the bronze coffin.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Ten seconds later, "swish", streaks of purple light burst out from the spirit stone fragments...