Chapter 1789-1791

"Ah!"

The crowd screamed.

Soon, the sound became smaller and smaller.

Those who walked down the stairs saw that these daily proud sons of heaven, who were masters one by one, were thrown at random like cups, and they couldn't help sweating.

Of course, some people are uncertain.

I hope there is nothing wrong with my choice.

Everyone left, and there were only Duanmu yawang and gongyulan.

Duanmu yawang thought of the dozens of people who fell: "will those people fall like this..."

Gongyulanzhi: "nothing will happen."

"OK." Duanmu yawang understood and asked Gong yulanzhi, "I'll go down too?"

"Yes."

Gong Yulan just reached out and rubbed her head, "I'm afraid to hurt you."

"OK."

She didn't know how to melt the so-called exile curse, but if it had to be stopped by Gong Yulan, it must not be a small problem.

She's in the way here.

"Then I'll go down."

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang nodded to him and stepped down the stairs.

It's not easy to walk on a good ladder, so everyone doesn't go step by step.

And walk down with spiritual power.

Soon, everyone went down.

When she went down, there were more and more people below.

At least tens of thousands of people gathered.

It's a sea of people.

Everyone has been waiting for the noble's memorial ceremony to begin.

But I didn't wait.

And many valuable people fell off the stage inexplicably, and everyone was shocked.

"Well, what's going on? Why are the nobles down?"

"Yes, this, this is very unusual."

Someone was very angry: "I don't care if it's unusual! I just want to know what the nobles are doing today. Why hasn't the memorial ceremony started? If we touch the curse and let the punished people hurt our families and die hard, can they afford it?"

"Yes! The nobles should not be afraid of death themselves!"

"Also, they have never told me that the Tianzhu was destroyed. When can they repair it?"

"These really need to be explained. Without Tianzhu, we have no guarantee. Even if we live, we are terrified all day."

Although many people dare not even get close to the nobility on weekdays, the Tianzhu was destroyed early in the morning, and they were attacked and injured by powerful forces. They were extremely frightened. Now the time of the memorial ceremony has passed, but the memorial ceremony has not yet begun. They are extremely afraid of anger.

Duanmuya looked at these people's complaints and sighed.

"Miss Duanmu, do you feel sick?" zhuzhimeng was concerned about Duanmu yawang. Seeing that she also followed down, he couldn't help coming over and asking.

"No."

Duanmu Ya Wang shrugged and said with a smile, "I just slept."

Then he asked him, "many of these people are punished, so most of them come here or come to join the fun?"

"Gathering heat is not a thing. In previous years, in fact, we were not punished. We certainly didn't want to come here. I don't know. This year is because there are too many turbulence today. Many people can't care so much. They can't help but want to see what the situation is. That's why there are so many people."

"Is there a specific number of people punished every year?"

Zhuzhimeng shook his head: "no, but every time a memorial ceremony is punished, dozens or even hundreds of people in each street must be punished. However, it is said that this year, the wind ceremony is inexplicable, and the number of people punished in each street seems to reach two or three hundred."

Duanmu Ya looked and sank in her heart.

There are two or three hundred people in each street, a total of four streets. Isn't that going to kill more than 1000 people?

At this time, zhuzhifeng took two steps forward, looked up at the hundred foot high platform, narrowed his eyes and said, "Miss Duanmu, your friend is not as strong as a mortal."

Duanmu yawang coughed softly. Naturally, he couldn't say that Gong Yulan was really not an ordinary mortal. He said, "it's too early. When he really melts the curse, it's not too late."

"Don't deceive us. No one in the world can melt the curse of our exile!"

There was a threatening interruption in this matter.

Duanmuya looked for a voice and saw a group of people coming with an angry face.

Duanmu yawang carefully identified them and found that these people happened to be the people thrown down from the platform by Gong Yulan. Eh, "Yo, did you fall down and die?"

"You!"

Those people were ashamed and angry, "what a snake and scorpion hearted woman, you just play with us. You still want to destroy our exile street. Today, you must not leave here!"

"Who dares to do it?"

At this time, Ximen yingyue jumped over, pinched her waist and hummed, "if you want to move her, pass me and my brother first?"

Duanmu looked at her eyebrows.

I never thought it would be Ximen yingyue to protect her first.

Those people are high-ranking people. If a little girl bluffs them, how will they face in the future?

Someone sneered: "I've always heard that Ximen brothers and sisters have unpredictable strength and talent. I don't believe it. A suckling child can really win us!"

"Then try it."

The little girl pinched her waist, tilted her head and smiled sweetly: "but if you can't win, you'll make a fool of yourself in public! You have to think clearly."

"Well, don't entangle with a little boy here!" someone said anxiously: "now the most important thing is to let things return to the original order. The memorial ceremony to be held must be held. We all go back to our own streets and preside over our own memorial ceremony!"

"Yes!"

A word woke up the dreamer. Someone hurriedly said, "let's go now."

"Yes."

Everyone made up their minds and was ready to go.

However, before they could lift their steps, suddenly, somehow, the earth began to shake around.

Everyone can't stand steady.

The crowd panicked, "is the curse beginning?"

Someone was frightened and cried, "God, I don't want to die, and I don't want my family to die!"

"Bang!"

In the panic of the crowd, a powerful and incredible spiritual pressure kept pressing down from the head.

However, the nobles found that such a powerful force only pressed over them, did not attack people, and even the spirit pressure did not hurt people.

However, the pressure hovering over his head caused a great sense of oppression.

It makes people afraid.

Lord Fang went to work before. Now he came back and shouted with his subordinates: "everyone squat down and lie down alive! This spiritual pressure and aura don't hurt people. Don't panic!"

Everyone couldn't care. One by one, they had to obey the command and squat down.

After everything was commanded, I don't know who said, "look at the sky!"

Everyone looked up into the sky and saw snowflakes falling on their heads.

It snowed heavily. Looking up into the sky, the whole sky was white, so people couldn't see the sky clearly.

Snowflakes fall to the ground, but they are strange and do not touch people. It is clear that such heavy snow has not accumulated. As soon as it falls to the ground, no matter how large a piece of snow, it will immediately turn into glittering and translucent water light and dissolve automatically when it seeps into the soil.

The high platform is too high, and Gong yulanzhi is estimated to be standing at the inner end of the high platform. She can't see Gong yulanzhi, but she finds that the high platform starts from the underground end and gradually becomes transparent upward!

"Hiss!"

Others found this and took two breaths, "what's the matter with Gao and Gaotai?"

No one knows what's going on.

However, in the eyes of thousands of people, the high platform began to be transparent a little bit, and disappeared a little bit completely!

A noble man said stupidly, "in the past, the high platform and wall disappeared after the memorial ceremony."

This time it slowly began to disappear, and the memorial ceremony has not started yet

Everyone doesn't understand what this means.

Some civilians were also panicked: "before the memorial ceremony began, the high platform and wall disappeared. What should we punished do?"