The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

According to the scriptures, Ling Yun and others felt that the succession ceremony of the saint was like a joke.

Is it really that easy to ask for rain?

They all had some disbelief in their hearts.

"What if it doesn't work?"

The man choked for a moment. He didn't expect Ling Yun to ask such a question. He hesitated and said, "As far as I know, anyone who gets on this altar can succeed. If it really doesn't work... I'm afraid there will be no place in Southern Border." gone."

Upon hearing this, the faces of Ling Yun and the others changed instantly.

They all heard the meaning behind the man's words.

If this kind of thing happened to Wei Rou, the consequences would be disastrous.

It's not a good thing to be a saint at all.

"General."

Ling Yun walked to Gu Xi's side and shouted in a low voice.

Gu Xi naturally heard their conversation just now, glanced at Ling Yun, and signaled him not to act rashly.

Ling Yun understood, so he didn't make another sound.

Gu Xi's eyes fell on the altar again.

At this time, the woman in a gorgeous dress was surrounded by people.

Her face was calm, and her eyes just turned around at this moment, and she showed a faint smile towards Gu Xi.

Gu Xi also smiled back at her.

The elders on the altar were still chanting.

He said something that Wei Rou couldn't understand.

Wei Rou felt like a gust of wind was blowing around her, sneaking into her body from the sleeves and neckline, making her shiver subconsciously from the cold.

At this moment, the originally cloudless sky suddenly changed.

A large thick black cloud is gathering from a distance.

The black cloud overwhelms the city and wants to destroy it.

The originally bright sky also looked bleak under the cover of dark clouds.

Everything around gradually turned dark.

Someone has already shouted.

"I'm coming!"

"Sure enough, she is the saint recognized by the blood pool!"

"It seems that there is hope for a successor in Southern Xinjiang!"

"..."

Another burst of opinions.

In the end, these dark clouds all converged on the top of the altar.

Thunder and lightning.

A bolt of lightning struck down from the clouds, with a dazzling light, illuminating everyone's faces.

At this time, the wind was strong, and the burning braziers on the entire altar were emitting light, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

The thunder rumbled, and the sound was so loud that it seemed that most of the sky was torn apart, making a muffled loud noise.

Ling Yun stabilized his body, his robe fluttered, and his face was a little distorted.

"Isn't the battle to beg for rain too big?"

Warmth also echoed: "It's an eye-opener."

Everyone under the altar was in a bit of a panic, their hair fluttering due to the blowing wind.

But they all had obvious expectations on their faces, wanting to wait and see what happened next.

After several loud bangs, the dark clouds finally began to rain.

Not a drizzle, but a torrential downpour.

The bean-sized raindrops fell one by one at first, and then turned into a torrential downpour, which hurt everyone.

The people in southern Xinjiang had been prepared for a long time, and immediately took out the prepared umbrellas and put them on top of their heads to block the sudden rainstorm.

But at this time, Wei Rou and the others on the altar seemed to have entered a world that was specially divided.

Not a single drop of rain fell on their heads, the clouds cleverly avoided them and rained heavily elsewhere.

Ling Yun frantically held up the umbrella for Gu Xi.

"Hey, the rain will fall as soon as you say it will!"

While everyone was cheering and amazed, Gu Xi's expression suddenly changed.

Wei Rou who was standing on the altar suddenly staggered a few times, and her whole body fell limply to the ground.