Chapter 1961

The next morning, almost everyone got up,

only Lu Yating was lying on the bed with a pillow in her arms. She didn't sleep well.

last night, she put her feet to Zhao Wenqi's nostrils several times,

if Zhao Wenqi's nostrils were not too thin, she would have been poked in directly.

In the early morning, the temperature in the desert is already very high.

Zhao Wenqi yelled several times that she couldn't get up,

Chen QIANJIAO said, "she won't go to worship."

Hearing this, Lu Yating quickly got up and muttered, "why didn't you remind me earlier?"

There are so many people of the nine ethnic groups, men and women, young and old,

the elder beggars are the master of ceremonies, and Qin Chong leads them to worship together.

After all, the ancestor of Dongdao was an important official in the pre Qin period, although he was the elder of all people according to his generation.

However, he once again submitted to Qin Mu and could only respect the Qin family.

He is respectful behind Qin Zhong and his wife.

It is very difficult to see such a ceremony.

They put the slaughtered cattle, sheep and pigs on the altar.

The auspicious time had come, and the nine nationalities began to worship the emperor.

There are hundreds of people outside the imperial mausoleum.

In addition to the nine ethnic groups, there are also bodyguards, bodyguards and some servants.

The old beggars read out the sacrifice, and all of them knelt down.

As the sun gradually climbed overhead, the ceremony would take at least several hours.

Everyone's face, forehead, sweating like rain.

Chen QIANJIAO knelt there, with a sweat on her beautiful face.

Lu Yaqing quietly handed over a handkerchief.

The elder beggars read out a long half hour.

With the ceremony going on in an orderly way, more than two hours have passed.

The ancestors of the East Island knelt down and cried.

He Zhenyao was the only one kneeling beside him, saying nothing and looking as usual.

Three hours later, when it was the hottest time,

a cloud came from the sky and covered the whole sky.

With the dark clouds, everyone breathed deeply.

Chen Bin wiped his sweat and looked at the others quietly.

During the toast session, the wind was blowing.

A gust of wind blowing, yellow sand bursts, shrouded in all the people.

In the face of this sudden wind, people are almost on guard.

He coughed because of the dust.

Roaring -

in the northwest, there was a burst of thunder.

All the people looked at it together, and saw that there was a dark cloud over there, and it was rushing to this side quickly.

Is it going to rain?

The weather in the desert is really changeable.

It seldom rains once a year, but it's strange today.

Someone was muttering in his heart.

However, after the rain, the air will become more fresh and clean.

It's not supposed to be so muggy.

When the old beggars asked everyone to propose a toast, the nine ethnic groups headed by Qin Zhong took the big bowl together and sprinkled the wine on the yellow sand.

Suddenly, a strong wind came.

There is no reason to surge up a group of storms, storms mixed with yellow sand, man no sky to this side.

People's faces changed greatly.

"No, it's going to be a storm. Let's find a place to take shelter."

A strong wind came and accelerated the formation of the storm.

Qin Zhong looked in that direction, where the black clouds rolled, feeling very wrong.

The storm came suddenly, with bad omens.

"Don't panic, everyone. Let's get into the battle."

The grand array of the imperial mausoleum was built more than 2000 years ago by the Mohist family and Shensuan sect.

This array is very special and powerful.

You've seen it before.

Seeing that the storm was not right, Qin Mu did not hesitate.

Otherwise, when the storm comes, the nine tribes will surely suffer countless casualties.

Qin Mu and a group of strong young men immediately helped those women and children who had no martial arts to enter the battle.

The direction of the storm is from the northwest, and the people are in the southeast,

if the storm wants to come, it must go through the array.

For the sake of safety, Qin Mu and others immediately led the crowd into the array.

As soon as the crowd entered the battle, the sky darkened.

Hula the wind came, rolling up everything on the ground.

All of a sudden, yellow sand covered the sky, and the whole sky was dark.

The storm is more terrifying than you think.

Although Qin Mu and his strong men are not afraid of the storm, they can never protect so many people.

If there is no big battle, the consequences can be imagined.

Rolling yellow sand, rolling over in the storm.In the dark, directly devour everything.

They looked up at the void, and the sky and the earth were completely dark. They could see nothing.

The wind was raging, whirring,

howling, and soon swept away all their things, including the tents.

Even cars are not immune.

This is a rare storm in the desert. Someone looked up at the sky and murmured.

The forefathers of the East Island frowned, and it was obvious that no one thought it would happen.

The old beggar was even more depressed, "no, man is not as good as God."

"It's a fine day. How can there be a storm?"

"It's abnormal."

There was a sharp wind whistling over the array, which sounded particularly frightening,

it seemed like the evil wind in the journey to the west, and some timid people were already shaking.

What a bad breath

At the same time, the ancestors of the east island also said, "master, there is something strange here."

"I don't know if you're aware of that restlessness."

Qin Mu naturally realized that he had been wondering where the ancient breath came from?

And it doesn't feel like something in the big battle. It should be more distant.

Soon, more and more strong people feel it.

"Is it because of it?"

Everyone was puzzled.

This wind has been hovering and whistling over the array, becoming wilder and wilder.

Someone asked, "are we going to stay here for a long time?"

All the things used in the ceremony just now were swept away by the storm. How can people survive without food?

Even if it's safe, you can't stay long.

And this storm seems to be very stubborn, competing with everyone.

The old beggar said, "it seems that the only way to suppress this storm is to start the big formation and release the dragon's pulse."

Few people know about the secret of Da Zhen.

Mo Lao has passed away. Mo Zi is far less unnatural than Mo Lao.

Therefore, people are worried about the inheritance of Mohism.

Seeing that the storm continued, the old beggar could only start the big formation and release the dragon's pulse to suppress it.

"Mo danglun, do it."

"Good class!"

With a roar, Mo dashed out of the crowd to help master.

All the people were nervous. The ancestors of the east island looked nervous. "Why don't I go out and resist for a while?"

Qin Mu said, "no, the power of nature is beyond human power."

Mo danglun and the old beggar immediately rushed into the formation and started the organs in the formation.

The storm in the air continues to rage.

He Zhenyao and others were shocked by the more and more ancient atmosphere and the tremor of the earth.

"Is there anything from ancient times to come out?"

Sure enough, the sand dunes in other places were rolling like waves, except for Dazhen.

One wave higher than another, from all directions to the big array, it seems to cover all this, buried.