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Chapter 843 The Son of Heaven Appears! Eight Qijun Tool People!

The east side of Zijintai was originally a square, and a tall platform was built at this time.

The table is covered with purple satin, which looks luxurious.

The golden sunlight hits the satin, and a little bit of light makes the satin look more noble.

Four seats are set up around the platform.

There is also a seat in the center of the platform, but it is paved with golden satin.

At this time, all the people from the four ancient tribes had arrived, but no one sat in any position. Instead, they stood behind the four Grand Master chairs, and looked excitedly at the center of the high platform.

"Why is it not starting yet, it's time soon?"

Lu Wuyuan urged impatiently.

"Old Lu, I have to work hard to participate in this kind of festival at such age. Thank you so much!"

Rong Wuya, who was diagonally opposite, sneered and said sarcastically.

"Okay, you old boy, in terms of age, you are almost the same as me, and you are so embarrassed to use such words to squeeze me out? I really don't know who gave you the courage!"

"Just telling the truth, you are still so angry!"

The two old men were quarreling like kids, and they were actually quarreling.

"Two brothers, today is the day of the prayer ceremony. If you quarrel here, you may be laughed at by outsiders. We four ancient tribes should be in the same mood. There is no need to ruin our harmony for a little bit of trivial matters."

Ji Wuyun chuckled.

Perhaps because she is the only woman among the four ancient tribes, she still has charm even when she is old.

With her on the move, Lu Wuyuan and Rong Wuya, who had almost started arguing, became quiet in an instant.

Only Jiang Wusheng from the Jiang family never spoke, but watched the situation develop with a cold face, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Behind the four clan leaders, the elite children of their respective families stood.

The Jiang family is quite special. In addition to the Jiang family's children, the remaining six of the eight strange men are also there, standing at the end of the Jiang family's team.

Qin Que and Lu Xiaoxing stood together, and their faces were not very good-looking.

Last night, the Jiang family sent someone to take them all away, and at night they could only stay in a warehouse-like place to rest.

The house didn't look like it was for people to live in, and from night to now, they were not allowed to eat anything except a bowl of special soup.

This is not like treating the genius cultivated in the family, but more like treating prisoners.

Or...the goods!

This also made Qin Que and Lu Xiaoxing more determined in their thoughts.

This time the prayer ceremony was not friendly to them.

It is likely that from the beginning, it was a conspiracy!

"So hungry, when can I eat?"

Yan Zhuo muttered and complained in a low voice.

He is the shortest among the few people, even two centimeters shorter than Lu Xiaoxing, the only girl.

But his body size is the fattest among the eight people, and he is comparable to Zhuge Pangpang.

Hearing his words, the eyes of the people around him instantly focused on him.

Nan Li snorted lightly: "Eat and eat, you will know what day it is. You can't die if you have hunger."

"But I'm really hungry!"

Yan Zhuo felt a little wronged.

"Don't talk nonsense to him or waste time. Today is our official day. Don't let a mouse shit break a pot of good soup!"

Wu Gu said with a sneer.

The look at Yan Zhuo was a little contemptuous.

Qin Que and Lu Xiaoxing looked at each other and saw each other's helplessness from each other's eyes.

When did they still have internal conflicts?

...

Zijintai, today may be the most lively day in recent years.

Those who obtained the Golden Dragon Order arrived one after another, and Lu Ming and others also came to the scene together.

At this moment, it was less than a quarter of an hour before the official convening of the Heaven Prayer Ceremony.

"It's about to start, why haven't our emperor appeared yet?"

Lu Ming asked with a slight joking question.

"The emperor must be the last one to appear. The appearance of the emperor means that the ceremony of praying for heaven has officially begun. Of course, we cannot come out now."

Ye Chengxin gave Lu Ming a blank look, as if he was saying that he had no knowledge.

Lu Ming didn't care. He was just curious about what the emperor who let him go.

A quarter of an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

As the sound of the solemn music around him rang, the dragon chariot of the emperor carried by eight people finally arrived and went all the way to the high platform.

He is wearing a purple-gold dragon robe and an imperial crown symbolizing the majesty of the emperor above his head, making people unable to see his appearance clearly.

The voices of men and women that could not be distinguished slowly sounded: "I announce that the prayer ceremony has officially begun!"

With his voice, everyone around him started to move.

People from the four ancient tribes even knelt down respectfully, kneeled down to the emperor, or towards the high platform, and worshiped ancestors.

However, Lu Ming's eyes fell on the emperor on the platform, with a strange expression on his lips raised.

Ye Chengxin, who was standing beside him, secretly pulled the corner of his clothes: "Lu Ming, salute quickly."

"What does it have to do with the people of the four ancient tribes worshiping their ancestors? Why should I salute their ancestors?"

Lu Ming asked back.

Ye Chengxin was speechless by these words and really didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, the people of the ancient clan were very pious and focused all their attention on the prayer ceremony, and no one noticed Lu Ming and the others at all.

The ceremony continues.

After the four ancient tribes took the lead in delivering the ceremony, Jiang Wusheng, the chief of the Jiang family, took the lead in standing up.

"Using the blood of genius as a medium, and using the call of relatives as a guide, recalling the glory of ancestors!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Jiang family immediately ordered Ba Qijun to walk onto the high platform.

Qin Que and Lu Xiaoxing were both a little confused. Before they came, no one told them what to do.

"Go up quickly, now is the time for you to contribute to the ancient clan and the royal clan!"

Jiang Mian urged impatiently.

Especially when he saw Yan Zhuo's movements slow, he couldn't help but kick him hard behind Yan Zhuo.

Yan Zhuo immediately fell to bite the mud, thanks to his strong strength and thick skin.

Otherwise, you will have to have some lottery now.

Faced with Jiang Mian's merciless behavior, no one of the other ancient tribes around him stopped him.

Even the eyes of everyone were filled with urging and disgust.

This also made Qin Que and others deeply realize that from the moment they were chosen to be Ba Qijun, they were no longer geniuses of various major families, but were just used as tools for the Heaven Prayer Ceremony!

Especially Fei Zichen, his face looked particularly ugly.

After losing his strength, he was still sent to the Heaven Prayer Ceremony. The uneasiness can be imagined.

However, reality does not give them a chance to regret.

In this situation, they have no chance to escape. They have no choice but to follow the requirements of the Jiang family and the ancient tribe.

In addition to the seven members of Baqijun, there is also a Jiang family branch standing in the last position with a pale face.

It seems to be a replacement for the original Huangpu Qitian and supplement the Ba Qijun.

However, the man's face turned pale and his eyes were staring at Lu Ming, and his eyes seemed to be looking at his life and death enemy.

All eight people were taken to a point to stand.

It is the direction of presenting gossip.

There is a deep groove in front of everyone, leading to the center of the high platform.

There is a round disc there, neither gold nor wood. I don’t know what material it is, the surface is sunken, and it looks like a bowl.

"bloodletting!"

Jiang Wusheng shouted again.

Before Qin Que and others could react, someone had already grabbed their arms and cut them open.
Chapter completed!
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