C150 Strange Phenomena

Zhang Jingxuan saw that he had put in a lot of effort, but it was very likely that he had done something for someone else. He could not help but laugh in anger. Everything in the city went smoothly and smoothly. Everything was going in the direction of his design. Who would have thought that there would be such a big mess outside the city?

He had no choice but to wait for the situation to change and act according to the situation.

To Zhang Jingxuan, the thing he was least afraid of was a huge mess. Now that the situation was getting more and more complicated and exciting, Zhang Jingxuan's heart was filled with joy. The disposition of a young man was unquestionably revealed. However, everyone was looking outside the city worriedly, even if someone noticed him. They would not know what this person was so excited about.

The crowd below the city noticed the situation on the city wall. They knew that a high-ranking official had come and reacted.

They saw a few people walking in the front of the crowd. Zhang Jingxuan's sharp eyes could clearly see that there were a total of four people walking out. Two of them were vulgar.

One of them seemed to be the leader of the group. He wore a blue Daoist robe and his hair was tied up in a bun. He didn't wear a hat. As for his appearance, it would definitely be hard to forget it after seeing it for the rest of his life.

Other than his eyes being a bit small, his facial features were also considered decent. However, his facial features seemed so out of place on his face. It was because they were more than twice as far away from each other as normal people.

His face could be said to be extremely long. If it was said to be longer than a horse's face, then the horse might not be happy. But if the White Dragon Horse saw him, it could only be embarrassed into a scarlet rabbit's face and feel ashamed.

Zhang Jingxuan only felt that there was nothing strange in this world, and this person was the Litre Bucket Sect's Sect Master, Daoist Priest Yisu Han Xiuwen. He had a strange appearance in this world, and his face had a long face, but it was described as Gu Sui's face. He said that he was the messenger of Cereal God in this world, and even his waist was not very straight. It was also said by some fans that Gu Sui bent his waist because of the heavy pressure.

If it wasn't the will of the heavens, where could he find such a vivid messenger of Cereal God?

Indeed, perhaps only his face in this world could match Gu Sui's. What pig face? What shoe face? All of them had to admit defeat. This was a strange phenomenon. It would be ugly if he was ugly, but as long as he could find an angle to use it... The uglier it was, the more interesting it would be.

Beside him, a Daoist also wore a green Daoist robe, and wore a Nanhua scarf on his head. His face was very pale and his expression carried a hint of arrogance. As for the other two people who were dressed like laymen, one of them had an ordinary appearance and an ordinary figure. No matter how one looked at it, he was just an ordinary person. The other was short and muscular, with a full beard on his face. He looked quite ferocious.

Of course, under the cover of Daoist Priest Yisu's extremely long face, the rest of the people naturally disappeared into the crowd.

Besides Daoist Priest Yisu as the Sect Master, Litre Bucket Sect also had the four great guardians of the north, south, east, and west. Zhang Jingxuan knew that there was the Eastern Patroller Qin Ande and the Western Patroller Hu Xihan. The remaining two guardians were unknown to the world.

At this moment, the long-faced Daoist Priest Yisu spoke. The whole place became silent. No matter if it was the people in the city or below, they all wanted to hear what this legendary messenger Cereal God wanted to say.

And then, the people in the city, look at me. I looked at you, and I looked into each other's eyes. Confirming that the other party didn't hear what this mysterious sect master said, could it be that only the fated person could hear what he said? There were two other possibilities. The first was that the distance was too great. The second was that the sect master's voice was too soft.

However, they didn't have to wait for long before they knew what One Pin Sect's sect master was talking about. The short and muscular one among the two dressed like laymen opened his mouth. It turned out that he appeared as a voice transmission tube at this moment. His voice was like a great bell that resounded through the entire wilderness.

"Cereal God above, there is no wilderness in the four directions. Bless me in my ascension. I am a warehouse of grain."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozens of disciples of the Litre Bucket Sect in yellow followed the short and muscular man's rhythm and began to sing the words that sounded like a song that came from the prophecy.

"Cereal God, above. There are no wastelands in all four directions. Please bless me with my ascension. I am a warehouse of grain."

After a few sounds, all the disciples of the Litre Bucket Sect joined the singing team. Tens of thousands of people made the same sound. This kind of sound that felt like a religious ceremony was filled with a magical and infectious feeling. Every disciple of the Litre Bucket Sect was immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves from it.

After singing a few times, a drum sound suddenly sounded in the wilderness. The sound of the drum was desolate and vigorous, echoing on the land. Almost everyone felt that something deep in their hearts had been stirred and stirred. Their hearts were in turmoil, and it was difficult to restrain themselves.

Under the influence of the sound of the drum, no matter if it was a disciple of Litre Bucket Sect or not, in the later days of the wilderness, it didn't matter whether it was a disciple of Litre Bucket Sect or not. Everyone sang together with the sound of the drum. The sound seemed to have gathered into an invisible sound dragon. It rushed forward and attacked everything.

Everyone in the city felt that under this kind of pressure, the city walls seemed to be trembling slightly. Everyone in the city's color changed.

Just now, it was still a clear sky for ten thousand miles. At this moment, a large patch of dark clouds appeared out of nowhere. It was heavy on top of the city walls. Could it be that many people were sad and depressed, but they did not disperse? Could it be that they had triggered the reaction of nature?

For a moment, the black clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to destroy it!

Seeing this scene, even Prefecture Lord Yann could no longer maintain his composure. He sat there with a pale face, muttering something under his breath.

Among the crowd, only Zhang Jingxuan could remain calm.

At this moment, he was thinking about how the sound effect could be effective in twice the result with half the effort. He had to pay attention to it in the future.

More importantly, the power of religion and human heart was so great. In a sense, it was even more powerful than the power of martial arts and poison. In front of this, it would only make a person's power seem so insignificant. It would give rise to an irresistible feeling of helplessness. If the person was within it... It would be very difficult for him not to be pulled by it and lose himself.

Zhang Jingxuan looked at the group of people beside him. If it wasn't for the high city wall, many of them would have joined the humming team.

Even so, many of them seemed to be unsettled. And even more so... On the verge of collapse. And among everyone, only the nameless guard and Peng Junhua behind Yan Shiting seemed to be unaffected. General Peng Junhua's brows were tightly knitted as he looked down. It was obvious that he was thinking hard about how to resolve the current crisis.

Zhang Jingxuan thought in his heart, 'Indeed, there are no weak soldiers under a strong general. This General Peng also insisted on it.' However, when he suddenly thought of Yuh Zhongxin's despicable sneak attack, he could not help but shake his head slightly.

This small movement did not escape Prefecture Lord Yann's eyes. The paleness on his face could not help but deepen a little.

Under the high wall, seeing that the atmosphere had been pushed to a certain extent, the master of Litre Bucket Sect, Daoist Priest Yi Su, raised his hand and pointed at the sky. The people around him immediately stopped talking.