Chapter 513
Distortion Force Strike
Chapter 513 Distortion Force Strike
A long time ago, Chu Qiguang read a lot of materials related to Wuwei Sect.
He knew that ever since Xuan Xuzi, the leader of the Wuwei Sect in the Chen Dynasty, succeeded in ascension, the pursuit of ascension within the sect became more and more fanatical.
Ascension and communication beyond the sky, these are two things that Wuwei Sect has been pursuing crazily since more than 2000 years ago.
But judging from the information Chu Qiguang has obtained so far, it seems that only Xuanxuzi of the Wuwei Sect has actually gone to the sky, and other people who tried to ascend either failed or were blocked by the stellar atmosphere.
And Chu Qiguang didn't know whether the existence of the self-proclaimed Nine Heavens Old Immortal was Xuan Xuzi or not.
So Chu Qiguang has never known that Wuwei Cult is...communicating with something outside the sky.
And he didn't expect that now he would repeat Wuwei's ritual of communicating with the outside world in the ghost realm.
'At present, the scenes in the ghost realm should all be taken from Li Chunyi's memory. '
'Then the next ritual, should it just be a repetition of memory?Can't really communicate with Tianwai? '
Although he thought so, Chu Qiguang was not sure, because he remembered Li Chunyi's records that there was an altar inside the tomb that was said to be able to communicate with heaven.
At the same time, the surrounding light became increasingly dimmer, and the rows of bookshelves receded wildly, getting farther and farther away from Chu Qiguang in the blink of an eye.
A large open space was revealed, and in the center of the open space, a huge triangular altar rose from the ground.
The altar is in the shape of a regular triangle as a whole, with a high protrusion in the middle, and the surface is full of layers of triangular patterns.
Around the altar, there are rows of blurred figures.
Chu Qiguang found that no matter how hard he tried to look, these figures were blurred and could not be seen clearly.
The next moment, layers of white cloth were erected from all around, covering the entire altar.
One can only vaguely see behind the white cloth, a figure standing above the altar, holding up the triangular sacrificial vessel.
An old voice came from behind the white cloth: "Chunyi! Shangxiang!"
A piece of desk was lit up, and it was covered with paper sticks of joss sticks, and Chu Qiguang stepped forward.
Lin Lan reminded him in his heart: "This should be Bei Luotian's guarding ceremony, looking for Dragon Belly Fragrance." '
Chu Qiguang nodded, and after choosing the dragon belly incense, he put it in the purple gold incense burner and lit it.
A soft, delicious smell fills the air immediately
Chu Qiguang's spirit seemed to be relaxed under this fragrance, and the ghosts and rituals around him were no longer so weird and scary.
Behind the white cloth, the old man's voice sounded again: "Light up the lamp!"
"Use the sacrificial vessel!"
"Sing music!"
"Curse!"
The rituals of the Wuwei Sect have been studied and revised through generations, and every step has already been extremely precise. Various incense burners, lamps, lamp oil, mantras, etc. have detailed regulations.
Both Chu Qiguang and Lin Lan are experts with rich knowledge and have read a lot of ancient books.
They had just learned the classics taught by Wuwei together. Although they were the first to participate in the ceremony at the moment, they didn't make any mistakes.
"...with an open heart and a clear understanding of the local scenery, you can be at ease, and be at ease and stable."
Just when Chu Qiguang and the old man finished chanting the last mantra together, an invisible coercion descended from the sky.
Chu Qiguang could clearly feel that something had penetrated into the old man's body.
Behind the white cloth, the human figure illuminated by the light became more and more distorted, and murmuring sounds continued to be heard.
Lin Lan said with some fear: "According to...according to the records in "Nine Heavens Zhengjing", the other party should have been possessed by a god by now."
Chu Qiguang said: "You are a ghost anyway, why are you so afraid."
Lin Lan: "...but these gods outside the sky are really weird."
Chu Qiguang said again: "Now it's probably not really connected with those extraterrestrial things. What we see now should be just the pictures in Li Chunyi's memory. You just have to take a good look at it, don't be afraid."
While the two were talking, another change occurred on the altar.
A series of strange words came from the old man's mouth.
Lin Lan was surprised: "Is this the language of those gods outside the sky?"
Chu Qiguang was also a little surprised, because he found that he seemed to be able to hear what the other party said.
'It's not the language of a big man. '
'It's not the Chinese or English that I spoke in my previous life. '
'But why can I understand? '
In Chu Qiguang's mind, the words of the other party kept lingering, like some kind of ballad or some kind of spell.
However, although he could barely understand it, Chu Qiguang felt a little unfamiliar with this language, so he could only make out a rough idea.
That feeling is like an under-prepared college student listening to the English listening comprehension of CET-[-] and CET-[-].
"It's dark..."
"...Dawn..."
"...has left..."
"He hasn't..."
"Close your eyes...bring madness."
"...whispers bring death."
"... twisted blood flows in... the body..."
As the whispering sound became smaller and smaller, the vague figures around seemed to be listening to the sound, and the whole scene suddenly fell silent.
Just when Chu Qiguang thought the ritual was about to end, another cold voice sounded.
"...found hotbed..."
"...Adjust... the coordinates of the road area..."
"...Warning...An en route twisting force strike was detected..."
Immediately after, under the shocked gazes of Chu Qiguang and Lin Lan, the space above the altar seemed to be torn apart suddenly by something.
A strange thing slowly drilled out from the torn space, descending directly above the altar.
The malice that seemed to have condensed into substance continued to spread from above.
The violent magic dye turned into invisible fluctuations, with it as the center, it spread crazily around like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
Looking at this thing, Chu Qiguang's strange emotions became more and more intense.
If he had to say what it was... He felt that it was very much like a missile, but it was a billion times more dangerous.
The next moment, this thing that Chu Qiguang thought was like a missile shattered into pieces.
Endless rays of light emerged from it, and under the rays of light, large areas became blurred.
However, ear-piercing screams and exclamations erupted from the originally blurred crowd, and a large number of figures became distorted and out of shape.
The old man on the altar was the first to bear the brunt, constantly changing under the light of the light, even growing tentacles one after another in his body.
'All obsessed? '
Seeing the crowd of demons dancing wildly at the scene, Chu Qiguang became more and more puzzled: "What happened to Li Chunyi and the others?"
The surrounding light gradually disappeared, and the entire ghost realm seemed to tremble.
Lin Lan guessed: "This memory is...maybe very painful for Li Chunyi, he is escaping...the ghost world is going to change again."
(End of this chapter)
A long time ago, Chu Qiguang read a lot of materials related to Wuwei Sect.
He knew that ever since Xuan Xuzi, the leader of the Wuwei Sect in the Chen Dynasty, succeeded in ascension, the pursuit of ascension within the sect became more and more fanatical.
Ascension and communication beyond the sky, these are two things that Wuwei Sect has been pursuing crazily since more than 2000 years ago.
But judging from the information Chu Qiguang has obtained so far, it seems that only Xuanxuzi of the Wuwei Sect has actually gone to the sky, and other people who tried to ascend either failed or were blocked by the stellar atmosphere.
And Chu Qiguang didn't know whether the existence of the self-proclaimed Nine Heavens Old Immortal was Xuan Xuzi or not.
So Chu Qiguang has never known that Wuwei Cult is...communicating with something outside the sky.
And he didn't expect that now he would repeat Wuwei's ritual of communicating with the outside world in the ghost realm.
'At present, the scenes in the ghost realm should all be taken from Li Chunyi's memory. '
'Then the next ritual, should it just be a repetition of memory?Can't really communicate with Tianwai? '
Although he thought so, Chu Qiguang was not sure, because he remembered Li Chunyi's records that there was an altar inside the tomb that was said to be able to communicate with heaven.
At the same time, the surrounding light became increasingly dimmer, and the rows of bookshelves receded wildly, getting farther and farther away from Chu Qiguang in the blink of an eye.
A large open space was revealed, and in the center of the open space, a huge triangular altar rose from the ground.
The altar is in the shape of a regular triangle as a whole, with a high protrusion in the middle, and the surface is full of layers of triangular patterns.
Around the altar, there are rows of blurred figures.
Chu Qiguang found that no matter how hard he tried to look, these figures were blurred and could not be seen clearly.
The next moment, layers of white cloth were erected from all around, covering the entire altar.
One can only vaguely see behind the white cloth, a figure standing above the altar, holding up the triangular sacrificial vessel.
An old voice came from behind the white cloth: "Chunyi! Shangxiang!"
A piece of desk was lit up, and it was covered with paper sticks of joss sticks, and Chu Qiguang stepped forward.
Lin Lan reminded him in his heart: "This should be Bei Luotian's guarding ceremony, looking for Dragon Belly Fragrance." '
Chu Qiguang nodded, and after choosing the dragon belly incense, he put it in the purple gold incense burner and lit it.
A soft, delicious smell fills the air immediately
Chu Qiguang's spirit seemed to be relaxed under this fragrance, and the ghosts and rituals around him were no longer so weird and scary.
Behind the white cloth, the old man's voice sounded again: "Light up the lamp!"
"Use the sacrificial vessel!"
"Sing music!"
"Curse!"
The rituals of the Wuwei Sect have been studied and revised through generations, and every step has already been extremely precise. Various incense burners, lamps, lamp oil, mantras, etc. have detailed regulations.
Both Chu Qiguang and Lin Lan are experts with rich knowledge and have read a lot of ancient books.
They had just learned the classics taught by Wuwei together. Although they were the first to participate in the ceremony at the moment, they didn't make any mistakes.
"...with an open heart and a clear understanding of the local scenery, you can be at ease, and be at ease and stable."
Just when Chu Qiguang and the old man finished chanting the last mantra together, an invisible coercion descended from the sky.
Chu Qiguang could clearly feel that something had penetrated into the old man's body.
Behind the white cloth, the human figure illuminated by the light became more and more distorted, and murmuring sounds continued to be heard.
Lin Lan said with some fear: "According to...according to the records in "Nine Heavens Zhengjing", the other party should have been possessed by a god by now."
Chu Qiguang said: "You are a ghost anyway, why are you so afraid."
Lin Lan: "...but these gods outside the sky are really weird."
Chu Qiguang said again: "Now it's probably not really connected with those extraterrestrial things. What we see now should be just the pictures in Li Chunyi's memory. You just have to take a good look at it, don't be afraid."
While the two were talking, another change occurred on the altar.
A series of strange words came from the old man's mouth.
Lin Lan was surprised: "Is this the language of those gods outside the sky?"
Chu Qiguang was also a little surprised, because he found that he seemed to be able to hear what the other party said.
'It's not the language of a big man. '
'It's not the Chinese or English that I spoke in my previous life. '
'But why can I understand? '
In Chu Qiguang's mind, the words of the other party kept lingering, like some kind of ballad or some kind of spell.
However, although he could barely understand it, Chu Qiguang felt a little unfamiliar with this language, so he could only make out a rough idea.
That feeling is like an under-prepared college student listening to the English listening comprehension of CET-[-] and CET-[-].
"It's dark..."
"...Dawn..."
"...has left..."
"He hasn't..."
"Close your eyes...bring madness."
"...whispers bring death."
"... twisted blood flows in... the body..."
As the whispering sound became smaller and smaller, the vague figures around seemed to be listening to the sound, and the whole scene suddenly fell silent.
Just when Chu Qiguang thought the ritual was about to end, another cold voice sounded.
"...found hotbed..."
"...Adjust... the coordinates of the road area..."
"...Warning...An en route twisting force strike was detected..."
Immediately after, under the shocked gazes of Chu Qiguang and Lin Lan, the space above the altar seemed to be torn apart suddenly by something.
A strange thing slowly drilled out from the torn space, descending directly above the altar.
The malice that seemed to have condensed into substance continued to spread from above.
The violent magic dye turned into invisible fluctuations, with it as the center, it spread crazily around like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
Looking at this thing, Chu Qiguang's strange emotions became more and more intense.
If he had to say what it was... He felt that it was very much like a missile, but it was a billion times more dangerous.
The next moment, this thing that Chu Qiguang thought was like a missile shattered into pieces.
Endless rays of light emerged from it, and under the rays of light, large areas became blurred.
However, ear-piercing screams and exclamations erupted from the originally blurred crowd, and a large number of figures became distorted and out of shape.
The old man on the altar was the first to bear the brunt, constantly changing under the light of the light, even growing tentacles one after another in his body.
'All obsessed? '
Seeing the crowd of demons dancing wildly at the scene, Chu Qiguang became more and more puzzled: "What happened to Li Chunyi and the others?"
The surrounding light gradually disappeared, and the entire ghost realm seemed to tremble.
Lin Lan guessed: "This memory is...maybe very painful for Li Chunyi, he is escaping...the ghost world is going to change again."
(End of this chapter)