One emperor

Chapter 2029 Worship
In a serene and peaceful world, there are five mountain peaks stretching out into the sky like a palm, and at this moment, in a valley that is equivalent to the palm, there are three wisps of green smoke rising up.

A large tripod with a height of three feet was placed in the middle of the valley. Inside the tripod, three giant incense sticks as thick as arms were inserted. When the breeze blew, the incense burst into countless sparks, which became more and more vigorous.

In front of the tripod, there is a statue about ten feet high, which is exactly what Ye Dong looks like.

Behind the cauldron stood hundreds of monks, the leader was a young man in a blood-colored long gown, with a resolute complexion, his expression revealed an indomitable determination, and between his brows, there was a line The cyan dragon-shaped imprint is like a totem.

The young man silently watched the green smoke rising from the cauldron, then faced the huge statue, knelt down on his knees with a "plop", and said respectfully: "Master, disciple Zhou Longcheng established a blood vessel in this wave world today. Prison door!"

Hundreds of monks behind him knelt down on the ground with the young man, and everyone looked at the statue with respect.

The strength of the young man named Zhou Longcheng in front of them has already amazed them, even far beyond their imagination, and his master's strength is so high that they can't even think about it.

However, this also filled their hearts with excitement and excitement. Who wouldn't want to join a powerful sect with a powerful suzerain?
After leading everyone to kneel and knock nine times, Zhou Longcheng stood up, stared deeply at the statue of Hui Yedong again, then turned to the people behind him and said, "From now on, you will be the disciples of the Blood Prison sect." , remember, there is always only one prisoner of the Blood Prison, my master, and his name is Ye Dong! Your head can be broken, your blood can flow, and your life can be lost, but this statue can’t fall, the Blood Prison One door cannot perish! Remember it!"

"Disciple, remember!" Everyone said in unison, the voice was loud, and it went straight to the sky.

Nodding silently, Zhou Longcheng turned around, looked deeply at the statue of Master again, and said in his heart: "Master, where are you now? For the past seven years, my disciples have been looking for your whereabouts, following your But until now there is still no news, but master, you can rest assured that the disciple has not forgotten your order. In the past seven years, I have traveled a total of 230 four worlds, and blood has been created in all worlds. A statue of you has been erected at the gate of the prison, as long as you pass through these worlds, you will definitely be able to find it!"

"Counting today here, in the Conferred God War, the number of blood prisons has reached 460. Of course, this is just the beginning, and the disciple will continue to go on, continue to create, let me have a blood prison It truly appears in every world and will be passed down forever!"

After saying this, Zhou Longcheng walked slowly towards the distance with his hands behind his back.

If anyone who is familiar with Ye Dong sees Zhou Longcheng at this moment, they will definitely regard him as Ye Dong, with the same blood-colored gown, the same black hair flying, and the same extraordinary...

The only difference is that behind Zhou Longcheng, an imaginary blue dragon full of majesty can be vaguely seen!

Zhou Longcheng took one step, and he was already hundreds of miles away, took two steps, only a small dot remained, and took three steps, completely disappearing from everyone's eyes.

……

Ye Dong stared at his own statue, and his divine sense completely covered all his statues in this world in an instant. The place where a statue is located is the foundation of the Blood Prison Gate. In this world alone, the Blood Prison Gate The number is more than a hundred.

To establish a hundred sects in a world with one's own strength, even with this strength, few people can have such patience and persistence.

Anyway, Ye Dong knew that he would definitely not be able to do it!
However, Zhou Longcheng did it, with his excellent perseverance and persistence, he really did it.

"Long Cheng!"

Ye Dong chanted the name of his apprentice softly again, arousing thousands of emotions in his heart.

When he retracted his gaze and looked at the cultivators with deep reverence on their faces, he could already see that their cultivation had nothing to do with the Blood Prison. Instead, it was cultivated with Zhou Longcheng himself. The exercises are closely related.

This made Ye Dong smile wryly again. Apart from teaching Zhou Long Chengtian combat skills, he did not pass on any cultivation skills to him. It was entirely the inheritance of the Qingdi clan that he had awakened to practice on his own.

However, why do I feel a little kindness from these monks?

Ye Dong called the old man in front of him and said, "I want to see your memory!"

"Prisoner, please do whatever you want!"

The old man didn't know how Ye Dong would check his memory, but out of reverence for Ye Dong, he certainly wouldn't have the slightest resistance.

Ye Dong nodded, his divine sense scanned the old man's soul and saw his past memories.

Three times a day!
Nearly a thousand monks must worship Ye Dong's statue three times a day under the leadership of this old man!
And on a few special days every year, such as the day when the statue was built, and the day when the Blood Prison sect was established, nearly a thousand monks had to worship in front of the statue for a whole day.

Every time he worshiped, Ye Dong could see in the old man's memory the reverence and piety from the heart on the faces of every monk.

And, every monk's eyebrows will overflow with faint traces of gas, like strands of silk, pouring into Ye Dong's statue.

It is precisely because of this kind of worship that over time, these gases accumulate more and more, and become thicker and thicker, as if adding spirituality to the statue, so that Ye Dong seems to see himself when he sees it.

Obviously, the most fundamental reason why Ye Dong felt kind to the statues and to these monks who did not practice the blood prison technique at all was the gas.

"What gas is this?"

Ye Dong frowned. He had never seen these gases before, so naturally he couldn't figure out what they were.

"No, I must find out what this gas is!"

Ye Dong withdrew his spiritual thoughts and said: "You guys wait here a moment, I will come soon!"

After leaving these words, Ye Dong's figure had disappeared, and his reverence on the faces of nearly a hundred cultivators suddenly became stronger because of this supernatural power. What to do, call all the disciples here quickly, the Prison Master will come in person today, and the worship ceremony will be advanced!"

Half an hour later, more than 2000 monks gathered here, and everyone, with a look of piety, deeply worshiped Ye Dong's statue.

A trace of faint air overflowed from between their brows and flowed into the statue in front of them, and a trace of light flashed in the eyes of the statue, which were completely carved from stone, as if it had life generally.

(End of this chapter)