Chapter 66: A bit boring (one more)

The entire Principality of Shenxiu, whoever comes, will not surpass Mo Yuan.
Can Xia Qingchen be dissatisfied?
"What are you satisfied with?" Xia Qingchen returned to her and asked.
Mo Yuan suppressed his temper and smiled: "I don't think you are thinking about Shu, but you are not satisfied with the ceremony given by my God."
"Oh, you said God-given ceremonies." Xia Qingchen's face was plain and smooth: "It's not full of satisfaction."
Hearing what he said, Mo Yuan thought Xia Qingchen was soft.
Not yet happy in his heart, Xia Qingchen continued: "It can only be said that it is a little too boring, I...our King of the Dustless God, should not be finished."
He once said that the most annoying thing in his life is red tape.
The present gift is a long process!
If he wandered between heaven and earth, he wouldn't finish reading it at all.
What's more, in the process of God's gift, Mo Yuan, the core prayer text, is not a word.
The divine gifts held can only call a few low-level gods nearby.
Mo Yuan listened, wanting to laugh and angry.
What he felt at the moment was that a homeless beggar pointed at his extravagant house and said it was not as comfortable as a beggar den.
Whispering discussions also came from the temple.
"Xia Qingchen has swelled? Recently, she has become so famous that nobody cares?"
"Indeed, Xia Qingchen alone is not qualified to defame the heirs of the imperial temple!"
The town hall master listened and frowned.
He finally invited Mo Yuan, but the other party worked hard and took the initiative to preside over the ceremony.
Why is Xia Qingchen so ignorant and vilifying people in person?
He is too proud to be overdone, dare to talk nonsense!
"Xia Qingchen, please also be cautious." The town hall master warned him lightly.
Only Zhizhi Lan looked at Xia Qingchen's profile, inexplicably believing.
She remembered that night.
Xia Qingchen unwrapped the old King of the Dustless King, and made the heavens and earth to move around, and ordered the stars to condense into the eight-word mountain alliance oath.
There is also the loneliness and loneliness under the starry stars, like the back of the eternal god.
"Father, I think I should refer to Xia Gongzi's opinion. He has an extraordinary understanding of the King of the Dustless God." Zhen Zhilan said slowly.
The town hall owner frowned.
He admitted that Xia Qingchen's performance in the temple for the first time was amazing.
But God-given is more complicated and advanced. Isn't Xia Qingchen's boring understatement negated?
"The Town Hall Master, don't be angry. We serve the King of the Dustless God, and should be able to subdue people instead of relying on deterrence." Mo Yuan looked at Xia Qingchen, seemingly smiling in his smiling eyes.
"So as you can see, how should we hold the ceremony? If there are any shortcomings, please give pointers." Mo Yuan asked with a smile.
But that question is not funny at all.
Xia Qingchen is the army directly.
If he can't say anything, he will embarrass himself, and he will be despised.
"Pointing?" Xia Qingchen said faithfully: "Your ritual steps are all useless. What else can you point out? Omit them all."
Mo Yuan laughed angrily.
Let Xia Qingchen give pointers, and in the end, let him omit all steps?
What other ceremonies are held?
"Brother Xia seems to have other profound insights into the God-given ceremonies. How about you show me how?" He was extremely angry.
He has never seen such an overwhelming person in his life!
The town hall master's face cooled down and waved his hand: "Master Mo Yuan, don't be angry because of him, our ritual will continue..."
However, Mo Yuan has been on the bar with Xia Qingchen.
He stopped the town hall master's words, and grudgingly said, "If you live to learn and learn, Xia Qingchen has the ability to direct the mountains and rivers, let him try it, and we will open our eyes."
In desperation, the town hall owner had permission.
He stared at Xia Qingchen with great dissatisfaction and said, "Xia Qingchen, since Lord Mo Yuan said this, you will open our eyes to us."
Xia Qingchen glanced at him and Mo Yuan, they asked him to try, he would try?
However, when he noticed that there was his father Xia Yuan among the believers, Xia Qingchen pondered for a while and said, "Well, I only perform it once."
Seeing that he really wanted to try, Mo Yuan's mouth twitched!
No tears in the coffin!
You won’t be able to step down in a while, and see what you do!
Zhen Zhilan and many believers were particularly dissatisfied.
What did Xia Qingchen toss about in the God-given meeting?
Only Zhen Zhilan cast his eyes in anticipation.
Xia Qingchen came to the statue of Wuchen God and did not receive any ritual props.
Just stretched out his arms, glanced up at Wanxingxinghe, vigorously swallowing in his mouth, drinking magnificently.
"Every realm of the heavens, not all gods, listen to my orders! Come!"
The town hall master and Mo Yuan are asking the gods to come.
Xia Qingchen is the order!
The word "come" rushed into the sky and reached the vast sky.
This trivial, childlike ritual, which had no respect for the gods, immediately angered everyone.
Is he holding a divine gift or annoying a god?
Waiting for the Town Hall Master to get angry and stop Xia Qingchen, an incredible scene appeared!
The idol of the dustless king, a brilliant masterpiece, a nine-color halo appeared above his head.
The idol has become grander and stronger than ever before.
At the same time, chanting from the sky above, densely descended.
Along with this, shadows of divine gods continued to descend in the temple.
Among them are the bones of the fairy wind, the face of the crane, the child of ten years old, the beauty of the peerless...
There are all kinds of gods!
One, two, three...
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of gods descended into the small temple at the same time.
"Ten thousand...all gods are coming!"
Wow-la-
All the believers in the temple knelt in shock.
Even Mo Yuan was scared by such a shocking scene, and he knelt down with shaking.
Only Xia Qingchen looked down at the starry sky.
"Is there only the gods coming?" Xia Qingchen was lost in his eyes.
Once, the he ruled was more than a million.
Today, only ten thousand gods are willing to obey the call and lower the shadow.
He was in a complicated mood and waved his arms like the lost king, scolding the last loyal minister.
"God's gift."
Ten thousand shadows dispersed like wind.
Only ten shadows remain.
The reason is that nine thousand nine hundred ninety gods, listen to the call, but eventually dissipated.
There is only one reason!
Have fallen!
Ningshuang Tianshen became the king of the gods, and slayed the gods who were still loyal to the dustless king!
Only the ten gods in front of the eyes survived between heaven and earth.
The great sadness enveloped Xia Qingchen's heart.
He clenched his fists, and his heart rushed to kill: "Blood debts need to be paid with blood! Ningshuang, you are waiting!!!"
The gods dispersed, and everyone eased away from the surprise.
Too late to ask, the gift of God has begun.
The ten shadows dropped a soft light and spread on everyone.
The cultivation within them immediately rubbed up.