The soldiers guarding the altar made a strange voice, which seemed to be shouting and telling something.


    This voice has a calming magic. After it spread, the crowd with noise quickly quieted down.


    An old man flew up in the air, stood in front of the altar and shouted, "the prayer ceremony is about to begin. Please keep quiet."


    The crowd was quiet, and he said it in vain.


    The old man didn''t waste much time. After saying that, he fell down.


    At this time, the originally sunny sky seemed to start to be a little cloudy. There were filaments of flocculent dark clouds in the sky. It didn''t take long to connect into pieces and cover the whole sky.


    The gloomy sky seemed to be brewing a heavy rain, and there was a faint sound of thunder coming from a very far place.


    Yang Xuan looked up at the sky, with a strange color in his eyes and said softly, "it''s going to rain?"


    "No!" Hua Hong shook her head. "Before every prayer ceremony, the sky will be covered with dark clouds


    , the dark clouds will not be broken until the cloud God brings down happiness. This is a symbol. "


    Yang Xuan nodded.


    When the wind blew, the dust with sweet fragrance blew across the white jade altar and blew the dress of Princess Ziyun at the top of the column back, like a fairy.


    Princess Ziyun raised her hands slowly, holding her head high as if she were lifting something.


    After about five or six minutes, another strange sound came from her mouth and spread to the whole grassland.


    The crowd began to kneel. They devoutly crawled their bodies on the ground, palms to the sky, and chanted words with the sound.


    Of course, only the heiyun people knelt down, while some of the foreigners knelt down and some didn''t.


    Hua Hong naturally knelt down long ago. Yang Xuan had no choice but to squat beside her.


    Yang Xuan couldn''t understand what Princess Ziyun was talking about. He asked Hua Hong, "what is she talking about?"


    Hua Hong whispered, "Princess Ziyun speaks the ancient language of heiyun. Only the royal family can learn this language. Ordinary people can''t learn it."


    If Yang xuanruo thought, he suddenly thought of the ancient language of Sirius and wondered whether it was necessary to use the ancient language of black cloud to communicate with the cloud God?


    The wind is stronger.


    The wind seemed to appear and disappear out of thin air. It only moved around the altar. Princess Ziyun''s gauze skirt was tightly attached to her body, revealing her concave convex figure.


    At this time, Hua Hong was crawling on the ground with his hips pouting high and round. It looked like he couldn''t help but want to touch it.


    However, such a solemn and serious occasion was obviously inappropriate. Yang Xuan smiled and shook his head to dispel this untimely idea.


    The dark clouds in the sky began to roll, such as the sea hanging upside down in the sky. From time to time, they set off huge waves hanging for tens of meters, which is extremely frightening.


    This abnormal celestial phenomenon is by no means natural.


    Yang Xuanmin felt that with Princess Ziyun''s prayer, there seemed to be some power approaching on the clouds.


    That is naturally the power of the cloud God.


    The prayer continued, and the clouds rolled even more.


    At a certain moment, a light suddenly broke through the clouds, like a light spear, stabbing Princess Ziyun.


    In an instant, the wind stopped and everything in the world fell into stillness.


    Bathed in the light, Princess Ziyun appears infinitely sacred and bright at this moment.


    The people chanted the cloud God in unison, and they were extremely pious.


    Then more light broke through the clouds and fell on the altar. Each light beam fell directly on a pillar.


    A total of 19, no more, no less.


    The dark clouds began to disappear, and the sky returned to light. The milky white color seemed to have the power to frighten people.


    Yang Xuan saw that as the dark clouds disappeared, an invisible force fell on the whole plain, sneaked into the believers, calmed their mood and touched their pain.


    Some shed tears in pain, others sang loudly.


    Obviously, they felt the power of the cloud God.


    "Well, sure enough, there is a way." Yang Xuan nodded.


    He does not have the ability to use external forces to do good for believers.


    If you let him do it, you can only put the cloud God in the body and take it out from the body for use, rather than borrowing it directly like Princess Ziyun.


    The light continues. Yang Xuan noticed that not all believers can accept the baptism of the power of cloud God. It seems that it should be related to their personal constitution.


    As for saying that it is related to faith and piety, Yang Xuan absolutely does not believe it.


    However, the bonus around her obviously didn''t get the favor of cloud God. She didn''t even have the power of cloud God, which made her whole person look lonely and uneasy. She leaned down her body more piously and rounded her ass.


    Yang Xuan lost his smile and secretly injected a force of cloud God into her body.


    The last time he entered Yunshen space, he took a lot.


    Hua Hong''s body trembled. It was obvious that she felt the care of the "cloud God". She was so excited that she turned to Yang Xuan and said excitedly, "I have got the blessing of the cloud God, I have got the blessing of the cloud God."


    "Congratulations," said Yang Xuan with a smile, glancing at Hua Hong''s pouted ass from time to time.


    Hua Hong looked at Yang Xuan''s eyes and found something wrong. Some stared at Yang Xuan angrily, but didn''t change their posture. They just continued to pray.


    Yang Xuan laughed and stopped paying attention.


    The whole prayer process lasted about an hour. During this period, Princess Ziyun recited a large prayer and sacrifice in heiyun ancient language. Yang Xuan didn''t even understand a word.


    But you can guess. It must be an official language such as praying for good weather, which is not worth mentioning.


    Here, the prayer before the cloud God Festival is over. After Princess Ziyun returns to the white jade palace and the guard of honor sets out, the believers begin to leave in twos and threes.


    Of course, those who get the blessing from the cloud God are naturally happy, while those who don''t get it are sad.


    Hua Hong seemed very happy, even jumping like a little girl. Instead, Yang Xuan wondered whether she should inject more cloud God power into her?


    However, Hua Hong is not a cultivator. If you gain a lot of strength rashly, it will only be bad, not good.


    "Hey, what did you peek at when you were praying?" Hua Hong jumped for a while, suddenly sounded an issue and began to settle accounts after autumn.


    Yang Xuan was dumb and said with a smile, "nothing. The flower behind you is very beautiful."


    "Believe you, there''s a ghost." Hua Hong snorted, "I think you must have cheated a lot of women."


    I have to say that Hua Hong''s intuition is quite accurate, but Yang Xuan naturally laughs.


    Hua Hong couldn''t get Yang Xuan''s response. She suddenly stopped and stared at Yang Xuan.


    Yang Xuan was forced to stop. He looked at him inexplicably and asked, "what''s the matter?"


    Hua Hong smiled and ran away. She smiled and said, "in fact, many women are normal for such an excellent man as you. I won''t mind."


    What and what? Yang Xuan was confused. Who knows what the woman thinks.


    Are you seducing me?


    Yang Xuan lost his smile, then turned slowly and said faintly, "you''ve followed me all the way. What''s up?"