Chapter 831

The ceremony was held on the outskirts of Yong'an City, where five venues were opened up, each adjusted to different Five-element attributes to help cultivators break through. As for higher-level special attributes, such as Life, Thunder, Wind, Spirit, Return to Silence, and even the Four Sacred Beasts, Yin-Yang, etc., nothing was prepared at all.

Some rogue cultivators actually raised this question, and then incurred many strange gazes.

Little Wei Yuan paced back and forth above the great array, opening and closing the "Moment of All Living Beings" according to the procedure. In the process, there were two rounds of "Moment of All Living Beings" in total, and the young masters and young ladies who spent a lot of money had four rounds.

With the increase in the number of people, Little Wei Yuan found that Qingming's warming speed could no longer keep up with the demand for the "Moment of All Living Beings". Opening the "Moment of All Living Beings" for fifty thousand Body Forging completion cultivators also consumed a lot, so Little Wei Yuan would never open an extra round. As for the young masters and young ladies who spent a lot of money, they deserved to get more.

But when to open and when to close were all written clearly in the process, and with the Human World's Fireworks automatically reminding him, Little Wei Yuan could neither open early nor close late. As a result, Little Wei Yuan felt that he was now a human-shaped automatic switch, with no autonomy at all.

Fortunately, others didn't know he was a human-shaped automatic switch; looking up at the majestic figure of the Domain Lord in the sky, feeling the luck descending like spring breeze and rain, and the spiritual power surging out like a volcanic eruption after the "Moment of All Living Beings" was opened, many cultivators were shocked beyond measure, honestly contributing their luck, which made Little Wei Yuan feel slightly comforted.

With the opening of the second round of the "Moment of All Living Beings", all cultivators began to forge their foundations at the same moment, and the whole world was instantly silent.

Little Wei Yuan looked down from a high position and saw clearly that two thousand independent cultivation spots were set up on an independent small mountain peak. If one wanted to sit in those spots, they had to pay fifty times more money. That's right, not ten times, but fifty times.

But it was such a price that even made Little Wei Yuan feel a bit uneasy, and this year, two thousand guys actually paid it!

While waiting for everyone to forge their foundations, Little Wei Yuan suddenly felt a bit bored, so he contacted the True Person Chuhe, who replied that the new weapons were just ready, with only fifty in total.

Fifty was enough... Little Wei Yuan's spiritual sense stirred, and dozens of missiles shot into the sky, flying toward the Shaman tribe's main camp.

In the Shaman Army's vanguard camp, Liulan suddenly felt an indescribable irritability, flicking his snake tail wildly, causing the sundries on the altar to fly everywhere.

He stood up his body, which was now more than ten zhang tall, and coupled with the mobile altar that was already ten zhang tall, he could see quite far.

The canal was still progressing slowly, and now it was still more than three hundred and fifty li away from Qingming. Those slaves and commoners were exceptionally timid; now, as soon as they saw the flash in the sky, they would scatter and flee, and the guards would kill and scold, but it was to no avail.

Liulan really couldn't bear it anymore, and led the vanguard legion closer and closer to the front line. But the canal was not open, and those huge mobile altars couldn't move. Not to mention that the main altar was divided into more than ten parts, and they had to dig a large lake, and then piece it together one by one.

Without an altar, the Shaman tribe couldn't fight at all.

Just at this moment, several bright lights suddenly flashed across the distant horizon. Subsequently, the Shaman commoners on the front line immediately threw down the tools in their hands and began to hide and flee wildly.

Seeing the large number of light spots, a portion of the Great Shaman archers also quietly increased the distance between themselves and the canal construction site. After all, although these missiles were not fatal, they still hurt a lot when they hit the body.

Liulan had seen this scene more than once, but was helpless. Above his head was the City of Shattered, and although it was the edge, Liulan could faintly feel malicious gazes scanning back and forth. Some gazes even had obvious tilt angles. The moment he sensed the tilted gaze from beyond the heavens, Liulan's scales all opened, and he only felt his scalp go numb. This showed that the monsters beyond the heavens were very, very close to this world, almost pressed against the firmament, and were trying to drill into the shattered gap.

So Liulan had always been doing the work a commander should do, and didn't make a move at all.

But the trajectory of the missiles flying over this time was clearly different from the past; they actually bypassed the construction site in front and flew straight toward the Shaman vanguard legion in the back!

Liulan was instantly furious; this was a naked provocation! He immediately gave an order, using a sharp cry to pull every Great Shaman up, took them to their combat posts, and then strictly ordered them to intercept with all their might, not allowing a single missile to land!

Dozens of missiles whistled over, and when they were about to reach the sky above the Shaman camp, their speed suddenly increased explosively!

Liulan just sneered; he had seen this kind of trick many times and already had a response. All the Great Shaman archers either shot a moment late, and then grabbed the trajectory after the missiles accelerated to shoot and intercept. The archers who were confident in their shooting speed shot as usual, and then began to intercept with continuous arrows.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of heavy gale arrows flew into the sky, like a dense large net, meeting the missiles. Liulan could almost imagine the appearance of the missiles being blasted, just like what he saw a few days ago.

However, a bizarre scene occurred!

All the missiles suddenly seemed to have spirituality, actually beginning to twist in the air, nimbly bypassing the heavy arrows one by one, and then passing through the intercepting arrow rain in almost impossible gaps, smashing toward the camp below.

More than a hundred Great Shaman archers intercepted fifty missiles, but actually leaked forty-five; in an instant, Liulan even suspected that all the Great Shaman archers had betrayed him!

The missiles smashed down at high speed, exploding at an altitude of dozens of zhang, pushing thousands of short cones the length of a palm toward the camp below. Blood light instantly bloomed on the bodies of the Shaman warriors, nobles, and shamans; many shamans were hit by one, and as a result, their arms or thighs were broken directly into two sections, and those who were unlucky were hit in the middle and broken into two sections!

Not to mention nobles and shamans, even Great Shamans would immediately have an extra blood hole in their bodies if they were hit. Even Great Shamans known for their tough bodies couldn't withstand the impact of the short cones, and small holes were punched into their bodies.

Ordinary elite warriors, even heavy cavalry, were killed with one strike.

A round of missiles covered them, and Liulan scanned with his spiritual sense, already knowing the casualties: a total of more than ten thousand elites!

There was inevitably commotion and chaos in the camp, but the Great Shamans naturally went to suppress this, while Liulan turned into a silver lightning, flew down from the altar, and landed in front of a relatively intact missile wreckage. This missile was hit by a Great Shaman, and the warhead did not explode, but was burning violently.

Liulan sprayed a mouthful of silver mist onto it, instantly extinguishing the flames, and then he dismantled it himself, wanting to see what these magic treasures that could avoid the Great Shaman's arrow rain were like.

Inside the missile warhead was half-burned explosives, a large expanse of short cones arranged neatly, and a corpse fixed in the warhead that had already been burned black; looking at the shape and size, it was a bit like some kind of large rodent.

(End of chapter)