Stunning beauty

The night is cold as water.

Peach Blossom Island, in the center of the altar.

The moonlight sprinkled on the statue of the moon god, shining white light, sacred and extraordinary.

And beside the moon god statue, a white-haired figure sat there with his eyes closed, meditating.

In front of the altar, hundreds or thousands of Baiyue people knelt on the ground, folded their hands, and kept praying to the statue.

In front of everyone, Luo Luo, Hong Ni, Nan Lie, and the four elders Dong Li stood in four directions of the altar, staring at the white-haired young man above them with unusually dignified expressions.

They knew that tonight was their last chance, and it was also Xiao Ziye's last chance.

Absolutely cannot fail.

"Little night."

Not far away, Banbianyue stood quietly, clasped her hands, and was in charge of protecting the Dharma, just in case.

On the altar, High Priest Bai Yue walked up to him with a calm expression, ready to start the ceremony.

"Are you ready?"

Close at hand, High Priest Bai Yue looked at the white-haired young man in front of him and asked.

"Ah."

In front of the Moon God Statue, Li Ziye nodded slightly and responded.

"Okay, let's start now."

The High Priest Bai Yue said something, and made seals with both hands, ready to start the ceremony.

"Hold on."

At this moment, an old voice sounded from heaven and earth, reminding, "High Priest, there is some news about Kunshan, and I need to tell you first."

"The head of Confucianism."

On the altar, High Priest Bai Yue heard the news from the Central Plains, his eyes narrowed, and he asked, "Have you found Kunshan?"

"According to the current information, to go to Kunshan, you must go through the ancient battlefield."

In the Central Plains, in the southern border of the Great Shang, Kong Qiu looked towards the direction of the East China Sea and said solemnly, "However, there is a problem now. It may take eight or nine months for the ancient battlefield to open, so we must find a way to make him survive." About ten months."

"Ten months?"

On Peach Blossom Island, on the altar, High Priest Bai Yue heard the words of Confucianism, and was shocked, it took so long!

"The high priest, the head of Confucianism."

In front of the Moon God Statue, Li Ziye opened his eyes and said calmly, "Do your best, as for the result, don't force it."

"Little guy, that's not like something you can say."

In the southern border of Great Shang, Kong Qiu looked in the direction of Peach Blossom Island, and said seriously, "Don't give up, your will often determines the final result."

"I didn't give up."

On the altar, Li Ziye showed a weary smile on his face, and responded, "If you can live, who doesn't want to live, but ten months is really too long. The high priest will do his best, and I will do my best, and it will be enough."

Speaking of this, Li Ziye looked sideways at the woman beside him, and said softly, "High Priest, let's start, don't worry about the result, now, even a dead horse has the right to be a living horse doctor, and one more day of life will be earned. "

"it is good."

Seeing the free and easy attitude of the little guy in front of him, High Priest Bai Yue no longer hesitated, his cultivation base began to climb, and his incomparably strong true energy gushed out continuously.

All of a sudden, in the sky and the earth, the wind and cloud changed, and the strong man in the divine realm aroused the celestial phenomena, showing his peerless grace.

"here we go."

At this moment, in the Heavenly Mandate Hall of the Western Regions, on the seat of the gods, the scholar had a feeling, and looked towards the direction of the East China Sea with a serious look on his face.

The power of light he left in his junior brother's body can only last until tonight, so the High Priest Bai Yue can only succeed, not fail.

However, bringing a dying person back to heaven is not an ordinary difficulty.

If it was that easy to bring the dead back to life, his junior brother wouldn't have been running around for so many years for the sake of the Vermilion Bird.

Junior brother, is it worth giving up one year of life just to take a gamble?

"Hall Master, the things Tantai Tiannu wants are ready."

At this time, the Archbishop of Prison stepped into the hall, and reported respectfully.

"Send someone over there."

On the throne, the scholar came back to his senses, and replied calmly, "Be careful, remember, don't let the people of Dashang see it."

"Yes!"

The Archbishop of Qi Prison took the order, and immediately turned and left.

"war."

In front of the divine seat, the scholar looked to the west and whispered softly, "It's time to end."

This long battle has been fought for nearly three years. No matter the Central Plains, Mobei or Western Regions, it has consumed a lot and cannot be delayed any longer.

Winter is just around the corner.

At the same time, in the Dashang Imperial Palace, in the Changxin Hall of the East Palace, Mu Bai dressed in a python robe was sitting at the table, looking at the two blueprints left by Brother Li, and remained silent.

In the end, he still couldn't let it go.

This big businessman, this world, owes him too much.

If the Dashang's army cooperates with these weapons of war in large quantities, the Dashang's counterattack will begin.

This war can no longer be fought endlessly, and there must be a result as soon as possible.

"It's becoming more and more incomprehensible."

In the depths of the empress, in the imperial ancestral hall, the Taishang looked at the east, his vicissitudes of eyes were full of exhaustion, the man who had the destiny would be broken before the arrival of the cold winter, what happened to this world?

This is the first time this has happened in over 1000 years.

Generally speaking, the lifespan of a man of destiny is very long, so what kind of consumption will it take to make it like this.

All eyes were on, on Peach Blossom Island, High Priest Baiyue stood in front of the moon god statue, with his hands in seals, his true energy lifted to the limit, and he was chanting something quickly, in a muddled and heavenly language.

At the same time, around the altar, Luo Luo and Hong Ni joined forces to mobilize their cultivation and help the high priest.

In front of the altar, thousands of Baiyue people closed their eyes and prayed, just for the steadfast faith in their hearts.

Time passed little by little, on Peach Blossom Island, countless star lights floated over from all directions, continuously sinking into the statue of the Moon God.

In the north courtyard, where Luo Luo lived, pots of exotic flowers and plants withered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, giving away most of their vitality in the sound of heavenly language.

The Baiyue tribe is a race that respects life very much. They are full of reverence for flowers, plants, animals, and even their own lives.

However, today, all members of the Baiyue clan have only one wish in their hearts, to fight for a chance of life for the white-haired young man on the altar at all costs.

With the power of a clan, the five realms of digits, and the realm of a god, under the moon, when borrowing from the sky, countless light spots fly from all sides of Peach Blossom Island, including the Baiyue clansmen, and the endless power of life is constantly sinking into the sky. In the statue of the moon god on the altar.

In the sky, the bright moon hangs high, watching the world, witnessing this unprecedented miracle.

Gradually, an indescribable aura appeared on the moon god statue, powerful, soft and heterogeneous.

"Moon God."

In front of the moon god statue, the High Priest Bai Yue felt it, and half-knelt down to salute respectfully.

"Moon God!"

Around the altar, the four of Luo Luo also knelt down and saluted the belief of the Moon God family.

In the devout eyes of everyone, a phantom appeared on the statue of the moon god. Looking at the white-haired young man in front of him, a flash of surprise flashed in his beautiful eyes, and he asked in disbelief, "Young Majesty, are you How can it be consumed so far?"