Chapter 1020 (1/2)

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.