Lan Xian Aya was in a trance, and was dragged away by two soldiers with two arms between them, and Zhou Guanfu's kneeling corpse and another guard whose name she didn't even know gradually faded away in her eyes.

She was put back to the dark hall again, but the guards in front of the door who had been knocked out by Zhou Guanfu were gone, only pools of blood, which could not be seen in the dark, but she could smell the smell of blood.

Bang!

The door was shut, and she vaguely heard, "None of the participants tonight will be spared." ”

Lan Xian Aya fell to the cold ground, and his face could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but he heard a low cry echoing in the darkness, slowly becoming inaudible, and the silence returned to in the darkness, a deathly silence.

The seemingly endless darkness finally faded, and light appeared in the hall.

Lan Xian Aya staggered to her feet, found a pointed lamp base and looked in the direction to the east, unfolded the scroll that she had held tightly in her hand even when she was in a trance, spread it on the ground, then closed her eyes, and after a while, pierced her heart with the sharp point on the lamp base.

Blood sprayed on the portrait, and she said in a trembling voice, "If you are a god who practices in the world, please hear my prayers." I pray that the righteous will be accompanied by wealth when they are born, and that they will be reincarnated when they die. If you are the god of reincarnation in suffering, please listen to my prayer with your unextinguished divine heart, I pray that the righteous will be accompanied by wealth in life, and that there will be a way back to reincarnation when you die. ”

Blood flowed down her kneeling leg to the ground, staining Chen Gong's feet and clothes red on that portrait, like the blood stains stained by the murder he had just killed in a fit of rage.

There are many kinds of sacrifices, some are sacrificed to unenlightened livestock, some are sacrificed to incense and wishes, and some are sacrificed to life.

It was already getting light, and it was a fine sunny day.

It's just that this beautiful sunny day is cloudy in the blink of an eye, and the rain is pouring down, as if it is back in the dark night.

Bang!

Blinding lightning fell from the dark clouds, as if to split the city in half.

The streets of Jun'ancheng, where there were already pedestrians, became empty in the blink of an eye, and dark clouds obscured the light in the sky, so that people could light oil lamps indoors. On the street, however, you can only see a very low layer of light on the ground, and in the dim light, there is a pair of feet walking slowly on the rushing accumulation, and the direction is the direction of the royal palace in Jun'an City.

And when the rain fell, the Baiyun Temple, Jumang Temple, Qitian Temple, and Fahua Temple in Jun'an City were all hazy with a layer of light of different colors, and the rain could not fall on their tiles at all.

The pouring rain and howling winds raged wildly in the darkness, rolling beads of rain into people's windowsills, striking everything that existed on the earth, even if it was broken bones.

The master of the Baiyun Temple in the White Cloud Temple stood under the eaves and looked at the cloudy sky, and his disciple Jing Ding also stood by and watched the thunder falling in the darkness not enter the city, listening to the thunder that seemed to explode in his ears, and in his pupils there were sharp thunder lights like swords.

"It turned out that he came, no wonder. The Lord of Baiyun looked at the heavy rain outside, and said with a slight frown.

Jing Ding hurriedly asked, "Master, who are you talking about?"

Although his realm was not enough for him to see something, he was a cultivator after all, and he was a personal disciple of the Baiyun Sect Lord, so he could naturally feel the unusualness from this shocking sky.

"There is only one kind of person in this world who can show his true body and change in an instant. The White Cloud Viewer said.

Jing Ding thought about it for a while, and was not very sure, so he asked, "What kind of person is Master, has he become a master of the Mahayana period of the Immortal Dao?"

The Lord of the White Cloud Temple sighed and said: "The people in the Immortal Dao pay attention to the same dust as the light, being comfortable and quiet, how can they show up and cause the power of the heavens, and any other cultivator is the same, it is very difficult for them to cast spells to cause a change of color." But the gods are different, they accept the faith of all beings, and when a god's faith is stronger, the more power he carries on him, so the place where the god passes must change color. It's just that there are very few gods in the world who can cause such a strong celestial phenomenon. ”

"Could it be that every god who accepts the faith of all living beings will appear with such wind and rain, lightning and thunder?" asked Jing Ding.

"No, this is not the case, the only person who will have this kind of celestial phenomenon in the heavens and the earth today is the god of rain. The White Cloud Viewer said.

Jing Ding was greatly surprised, and said: "Could it be that Gu Xiao Chen Gong who edicted heaven and earth in the Tiankui Great Array, sealed the Seven Divine Generals, and then broke through the South Heavenly Gate with a sword?"

When he was surprised, King Zhao, who was still lying in the pink tent in the palace, was awakened by the sound of thunder, and he could not remember how long it had been since he had heard thunder in the palace.

He sat up, and a pink arm had stretched out from the quilt to hook his neck, and said in a coquettish voice: "King, it's not dawn yet." ”

On the other side of King Zhao, a half-exposed woman sat up, put it on King Zhao's chest, and asked lazily, "King, what's wrong?"

The sound was like honey, sweet.

Rumble!

Another thunderclap rang out, and the electric light reflected in the wide powder tent.

"Listen, it's thunder. King Zhao said.

"Yes, king, but what's wrong with this thunder?" Sang Guifei leaned on King Zhao tightly, as if she wanted to use the warmth of her body to drive away a trace of hesitation and uneasiness in him.

King Zhao looked up at the roof, and through the pink gauze tent, he could see electric sparks penetrating through the tent, and he could faintly hear the sound of wind and rain. He said: "This palace is not an ordinary palace, the ancestors asked the masters of Xuanmen to lay out the foundation of the formation, draw the formation map, and then the craftsmen built it according to the formation map. In addition to the name of Zixiao Palace, this palace also has a name called Fengshentai. ”

"Ah, Fengshentai? What does that mean, what a strange name. Concubine Sha exclaimed and said, but her eyes seemed to be dripping water, she approached King Zhao's ears, and said delicately: "King, what is this shrine?"

King Zhao seemed to have fallen into a certain artistic conception, pondered for a while, and said: "The widow is not very clear, but I have heard that no matter what cultivator comes to this Zixiao Palace Sealing Divine Platform, he will become an ordinary mortal, the magic power is not obvious, the spell is difficult to cast, and the sound of wind, rain and thunder cannot be heard in this palace, so many years, it is the first time that the widow is awakened by the thunder." ”

At this time, a maid came in and said, "Pray for the heavenly temple Su Liang to ask to see." ”

Su Liang is the attendant next to the Heavenly Monarch of the Prayer Temple, and usually the Heavenly Monarch does not live in the depths, and it is Su Liang who represents the Heavenly Temple. King Zhao got up and sent a message to Su Liang to go to the palace, where he was ready to summon his ministers.

But when he dressed up and came to the palace, he found that none of the ministers had arrived, only some guards were guarding the door, and the rain was pouring down outside, and at a glance, he couldn't see the side hall on the opposite side of the hall at all.

The rain was as thick as a curtain in the void, blocking the sight of the people in the temple.

King Zhao suddenly had the illusion that he was being imprisoned by an invisible force, and this feeling made him furious.

"My lord, this is what the evil god is doing, and your lords are blocked by the magic of the evil god. Su Liang took a few steps forward and said unhurriedly.

King Zhao was shocked, and Su Liang said again: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, with the Heavenly Monarch here, no evil god can get close to Zixiao Palace for half a step." ”

When King Zhao heard him say this, his heart was a little relieved, but he just looked at the heavy rain outside that had not weakened in the slightest, but he still couldn't put his mind at ease, so he ordered all the samurai to gather here.

As soon as his order was issued, one person had already come from the wind and rain, it was Jingding, the personal disciple of the Lord of Baiyun Temple, he came to King Zhao, performed a Taoist salute, and said: "See the king, on the order of the family teacher, I have come to tell the king that the family teacher has gone to find the rain god who did it." ”

"Rain God, although the widow has not sacrificed to him, he has not blasphemed him, why should he condemn the widow?" King Zhao stood up and said hurriedly.

At this time, the guards in the palace were all gathered here, and some guards stepped forward to report that Lan Xian Aya had committed suicide under the lampholder, and blood flowed all over the ground. When King Zhao heard this, he couldn't help but be surprised and pity, surprised that the seemingly weak woman was so ruthless, and it was a pity that her young and beautiful face had withered before she could be cherished.

After Jing Ding heard this, he fell into deep thought, but Su Liang suddenly said: "This must be to sacrifice to the evil god, there must be an image of the evil god in the place where she died, the king can order people to find it and burn it, and the evil law will be broken." ”

As if he had known about Lan Xian Aya for a long time, King Zhao hurriedly ordered the guards to look for it, but he didn't find it at all, and King Zhao remembered the scroll that Lan Xian Aya was holding when he entered the palace.

On the street of Jun'an City, outside the palace named Zixiao Palace, the water waves are rolling, Chen Gong stepped on the central street of this Jun'an City, felt the spiritual power of the city's leylines, and tasted that the city contained the wish power that was stirring in the pot like boiling water, and there was only one of them that belonged to him, but a white light was erected in the center, straight to the clouds, which belonged to Lan Xian Aya's belief and her wish.

Chen Gong did not think of accepting faith and prayers in this great city with a large number of heavens and earths, and he walked on the earth with the sole purpose of hoping that his heart would be as calm as this earth.

He has been sitting in the downtown reading book for more than four months, but his heart that is gradually calming down has been completely broken by a sacrifice and prayer from Lan Xian Aya.

She started a month ago, rain or shine, to buy Chen Gong's rice noodles for more than a month, although they spoke very little, but this is fate, faith was established in such a simple transaction.

He kept walking forward, step by step towards the palace.

A man suddenly appeared in the rain ahead, as if he had come out of the underground current, and as if he had come with the wind and rain, and more like he had fallen along the thunder in the sky.

As soon as this man appeared, Chen Gong stopped, in the dark wind and rain, he couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, even his clothes were difficult to see, and when the dazzling thunder in the sky lit up, there was nothing there.

"In the past hundred years, there have been countless gods in Jun'an City, but none of the gods can take away a trace of faith from Jun'an City, and no one can make the wishes of the people of Jun'an City come true. The man said, and the voice came to Chen Gong's ears along the wind and rain.

"Are you the Heavenly Monarch of the Heavenly Temple?" asked Chen Gong.

The Heavenly Monarch smiled: "I don't dare to call the Heavenly Monarch in the face of the gods." ”

"Then you dare to stop me. Chen Gongdao.

"This is the Jun'an City of the Zhongyuan Kingdom, and the Temple of Prayer for Heaven has been established for four hundred years. The Immortal Monarch said with some confidence.

Chen Gong replied, "How is it compared to the South Heavenly Gate of Tiankui Peak?"