White Dragon Gorge, under the altar.

At this time, a large number of people gathered under the altar, all the fronts were the patriarchs of various veins and distinguished guests from afar, and even Lu Pressure and Chiyou were arranged to the front.

Of course, ten White Dragon Ladies with their own styles are also in front. They looked at the man above excitedly one by one, and finally, the other party finally got to this point.

However, the two of them attracted a lot of attention, because the friend on the altar who had never heard of the Tribulation Period in Dongsheng.

The second row was a child of the vein, and they looked up at the altar one by one, looking at the white dragon patriarch who was preparing above, and they were all envious.

They are all peers, and even many are elders. However, after more than three years of being a patriarch, he is a scum who no one mentions.

At the end are the retinues from all veins, as well as the guards and maids of the White Dragon Gorge. At this moment, everyone in Bailong Gorge stood under the altar. Regardless of which vein is worshipping the heavens, it is the most sacred moment for them.

on the altar.

Long Xiaobai was dressed in a white robe at this time, but there were several dragon heads depicted on it, indicating his identity as the patriarch.

Long Lian took a golden crown on his head, and it seemed that this thing had to be worn when he sacrificed to the sky. In addition to these, the two little priests, Hong'er and Cui'er, also drew some strange lines on Long Xiaobai's face. On his neck and wrists, there were no things made of animal bones.

At this time, he was facing the offering table in the middle of the altar, on which were placed strange tributes, especially the unknown beast head, which was bloody and looked extremely terrifying.

Long Lian had already removed his hat for the sake of respect for the heavens at this time, but he still had a black veil wrapped around his head, blocking the part above his nose, obviously not wanting others to see his black eyes.

“%......%￥......”

Long Lian suddenly sang in his mouth, the tune was very strange, and Long Xiaobai listened to the clouds and mountains covered with fog.

"Knock knock knock...... Hong'er and Cui'er each took out a tambourine and beat it rhythmically, while circling around the circle drawn on the altar, picking up strange dances.

Long Xiaobai wanted to laugh when he saw it, but he still held back at this sacred moment.

While singing, Long Lian lit the three sticks of incense on the offering table, and then jumped up in front of the table.

"呲呲~ The small waist is really soft. Long Xiaobai looked at Long Lian's exaggerated posture, the twisting water snake waist, almost tall.

The three priests danced and sang on top, while the bottom remained unusually quiet, especially the patriarchs who had gone through the altar, all with solemn faces, as if something was about to happen.

Suddenly, Long Lian stopped beating or singing, only her two apprentices circled around the circle and beat the drums.

Long Xiaobai was in the center of the circle at this time, and he felt that the atmosphere had become a little weird, as if he had a pair of eyes looking at him in the sky, and his heart was a little hairy.

"Kneel!" Long Lian flashed to the side of the offering table and sang loudly.

Long Xiaobai subconsciously lifted his white robe and knelt on the magic circle.

"Boom!" everyone under the altar knelt down together, even Long Potian, and his hands took a strange pose.

It stands to reason that these powerful people don't believe in any heaven for a long time, but the rituals of worshipping the heavens that have been bred by each race for countless years must be observed.

"Hum!" The magic circle automatically opened the moment Long Xiaobai knelt down, lit up with a thousand rays of light, and turned quickly.

Hong'er and Cui'er knocked faster and faster, and their feet also increased their speed, their heads swayed, and their loose hair swayed back and forth, like two madmen.

"¥#%%......" Long Lian quickly moved in a strange posture towards the incense burner on the offering table, which sounded extremely strange, and it was not the language of the big world at all.

Suddenly, Long Xiaobai, who was in the middle of the circle, felt a huge majesty descending from the sky and was scanning his whole body.

"it, little star, what is this, how do you feel like someone is looking at me?" Long Xiaobai shouted in his heart.

"I don't know, I can't feel it. Zhou Xingxing said irresponsibly.

"!" Long Xiaobai scolded.

"Please, I really don't know. To tell you the truth, I don't know what this ritual of worshiping the heavens of all races is for. I just heard the old master talk about it, it seems that every ancient big family in the Great Realm has this ritual. Zhou Xingxing explained.

"What about your technology clan, is it old enough, hasn't your patriarch ever sacrificed to the sky?"

"No, the old master disdains to worship the heavens. Zhou Xingxing pursed his lips disdainfully.

Long Xiaobai didn't see it and couldn't ask why, so he gave up. At this time, the coercion became more and more, as if there was a suction force absorbing something from his body.

"Who are you?" he shouted. And the sound was all blocked by the magic circle, and the people outside couldn't hear it at all.

However, when Long Lian of the magic circle heard this angry scolding, the sacrificial words in his mouth were obviously stunned, but then he started to read again.

Long Xiaobai didn't get an answer, and even faced a greater suction, as if he was absorbing his own soul.

He wanted to stand up, but the coercion was so overwhelming that he was punishing him for that angry scolding, as if there was really a god.

"Ang!" A dragon groaned, and the dragon turned into a huge white dragon, coiled around the circle.

"Who the hell are you, what do you want from me?"

Long Xiaobai calmed down, and he didn't have the slightest ability to resist in the face of that coercion.

Still didn't answer, but the suction power increased, and the circle became brighter and brighter.

Suddenly, Long Xiaobai felt his soul shaking, his soul seemed to be being stripped away, and the sucking seemed to absorb his soul. Although it didn't have a precursor to absorbing it all, the feeling still made him feel fucked.

"I see, you want my soul power, don't you?" he said in a low voice.

"Patriarch, don't resist, it's a great honor to let God gain the power of your soul!" Long Lian suddenly persuaded in a tone full of piety and awe.

"Damn, that's you, Master Long doesn't think there's anything honorable!Tell me, what is absorbing my soul, I order you as the patriarch, tell me!" Long Xiaobai asked with a pair of dragon eyes looking straight at Long Lian.

"Yes~ It's God. Patriarch, this is really an honor for you and me, an honor for every patriarch and every family. Don't resist the patriarch, there have been people who have resisted before, but they have all failed. Even the Dragon Ancestor had to abide by the rule of sacrificing to the heavens once every ten years. ”

Long Lian is like a god stick at this time, a god stick full of awe of God.

"But Lord Long's soul is his own, and he doesn't want to share it with others. Long Xiaobai's voice was flat, but his tone was full of unyielding domineering.

", oh my God!"

"Boom!" A dazzling light lit up on the dragon's body, and at the same time, the Dao pattern also opened, spreading on the magic circle, and quickly rotated in the opposite direction of the magic circle.

(End of chapter)