After Chen Qingfeng left, Han Xize told his friends what happened. Yunchen and the others were speechless for a while. "This Liu Shikai is really not simple. He has deceived all the practitioners in the Nightless City." "If Feng Li hadn't reminded Xiao Zizi and Senior Si Xuan was here, I think Liu Shikai might have deceived the entire Senluo Continent's cultivators in the future." "Anyway, if Xiao Yezi doesn't tell us the truth, I will definitely go to the prayer event." "Me too." "What a blessing!" In the following days, in order to prepare for this blessing event in the City that never sleeps, even the arena competition was suspended. This shows how important this blessing event is in the City that never sleeps. Many outside practitioners have opinions about this, but they dare not speak out. After asking about it, they are even looking forward to this blessing activity. Ye Feiran saw that the entire City that never sleeps was preparing for the prayer event, and couldn't help but ask, "Lord Emperor, is it true that there are no cultivators in the City that never sleeps who know the truth about the prayer event?" "No one knows the truth. Some people suspect it but there is no evidence." Ye Mulin replied. Ye Feiran raised her eyebrows slightly, "Is Feng Li the only one in the Feng family who is suspicious?" Ye Murin nodded, not knowing how to evaluate the Feng family, the ruler of the city that never sleeps. "Every time Liu Shikai steals luck, he doesn't use all of it for himself, but gives part of it to the city that never sleeps." Hearing this, Ye Feiran's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he said with a look of astonishment, "That's it!" After a pause, she guessed, "So even if the Feng family has suspicions, they will choose to turn a blind eye." Ye Murin nodded, "Yes, because the Feng family never participates in blessing activities, they have to pay attention to the situation in the city that never sleeps when Liu Shikai holds a blessing ceremony. The cultivators in the Nightless City are very grateful to them, because without the Feng family, they feel that they can pray for more luck. " Ye Feiran: "..." I didn't know what to say for a moment. After a while, she found her voice, "Lord Emperor, can I suspect that the Feng family is secretly cooperating with Liu Shikai?" "That's not true, it's just that we didn't investigate in depth." Ye Mulin said. No matter what, Master Feng Pavilion doesn't have that good impression in Ye Feiran's mind anymore. Time passed and the day for the prayer event came. On this day, the cultivators in the Nightless City went to the altar early to occupy their seats, and the cultivators who came for the blessing activities went to the altar early in the morning. As for Ye Feiran and his party, they almost went to the altar last. Because many cultivators have come to the Nightless City recently, there is no place for them. "Oh, the time is really just right. I was worried that if I didn't go to the altar if I came early, I would get strange looks from all around, or even be dragged to the altar by familiar practitioners!" Han Xize said with a look of joy on his face. "Yeah, standing here is just right to watch the show." In addition to their group, many practitioners who could not squeeze into the altar had expressions of regret on their faces. "If I had known there were so many people, I would have set off earlier." "Oh, what a pity!" Ye Feiran found a stone to sit on, and then looked at the entire altar. The altar is at the foot of a mountain. The area is indeed not large. I don’t know if it was specially built by the City that Never Sleeps. The top position of the altar, which is the altar, is higher than other places. There is a long stone table on it. The stone table is now filled with spiritual fruits, roasted spiritual chickens and roasted spiritual pigs. In addition, a row of incense candles were lit on the entire stone table, making the surroundings filled with smoke. Time passed, and about half an hour later, Liu Shikai appeared. "Here he comes, Master Liu is here!" I saw that Liu Shikai was still disheveled, but today he wore a bright red robe and walked to the smoke-filled altar. His fairy-like temperament became more obvious. Liu Shikai took a quick look at the people under the altar and did not find Ye Feiran. He was relieved. He was really afraid that he would steal Ye Feiran's luck again and then turn it into bad luck for some reason. Ye Feiran just looked at Liu Shikai and then looked away. Liu Shikai withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and gently raised his hand towards the people in the audience. The next moment, the cultivators on the altar saluted respectfully, "Master Liu!" At this moment, Liu Shikai felt very proud, but on the surface he still used his spiritual power to lift the cultivator who was saluting, "No ceremony!" Next, the cultivators in the Nightless City looked at Liu Shikai excitedly, while Liu Shikai stood in the center of the stone table, bowed devoutly three times, and then drew the talisman toward the void. Ye Feiran frowned. It turned out that she started drawing talismans directly in the void. She thought Liu Shikai was going to launch soul attacks on so many cultivators. However, it is impossible to think about it. If Liu Shikai can perform soul attacks on so many cultivators at the same time, then his mental power will be unbelievable. At the same time, Si Xuan's figure also appeared, and he came to Ye Feiran's side. "Master!" "Senior Si!" The three Fengyun teams saluted one after another. Si Xuan nodded slightly, then looked at Liu Shikai on the altar. After successfully drawing the talisman in the void, Liu Shikai closed his eyes and recited a spell at the altar. "Master, what spell is he reciting?" Ye Feiran couldn't help but ask. "A blessing spell." Si Xuan replied. Ye Feiran: "..." This is really a sign of praying! Soon, a blessing spell was finished. Liu Shikai opened his eyes, raised his hand and waved the talisman in the air, and the talisman turned into dots and fell on the practitioners on the altar. Soon, Liu Shikai saw a halo of luck appearing on the head of each cultivator on the altar, with different colors. At this time, he felt relieved again, because he had just been worried about meeting another practitioner like Ye Feiran, who could not see the luck halo, and it might be bad luck if he stole it. Looking up at the pious cultivators on the altar, he felt ridiculed at their stupidity. The next moment, Liu Shikai closed his eyes again and kept making seals with his hands. He was obviously preparing to steal luck. When the surrounding stars were preparing to enter the cultivator's soul, Si Xuan moved. He made several complicated seals with his hands, and Ye Feiran and the others saw the halo of luck on the head of each cultivator on the altar. "Hey, what is that?" "The halo, the color is different!" "Halo of luck, this is the legendary halo of luck!" "Isn't this a blessing event? Why are all their luck halos floating out?" "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I think this Master Liu is doing the activities of praying, and then stealing the luck of these cultivators!" In the crowd, someone said something like this, which instantly shocked everyone. "No way?"
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
