The big black bird at the head has long wings and shiny coat. It is hovering in the wind and its feathers are flying. It is very beautiful.

At this time, Feng Qingcheng had no intention of admiring the beauty of this big bird. Her eyes were tightly locked on the man in black above.

The man in black stands on the back of the bird, not bumping at all, facing the wind, with rustling clothes and fluttering black hair, standing proudly in the clouds like an immortal.

The big bird circled around and landed on the edge of the altar. It lowered its head and let the man in black above slide down the nape of his neck.

Just after the man in black jumped onto the altar, several men in black jumped off the other black birds that followed, and stood respectfully behind him, with cold eyes and hands behind their backs.

The people in white clothes standing on both sides suddenly knelt down and said respectfully in unison: "See the high priest..."

Feng Qingcheng and the others quickly knelt down and said hello in unison.

"Um……"

A cold voice came from above the altar, and the hollow voice went straight into the depths of everyone's soul.

"Get up..."

A clear whistle suddenly sounded in the distance. In mid-air, on top of the big black bird, a woman in red stood gracefully. In her mouth, she held a golden whistle. Amid the melodious whistle, the circling black bird suddenly

It soared into the sky, flew straight to her side, circled around, and quickly went away with her.

"You must be curious to know where this place is, why it appears here, and what to do here..."

Although the high priest's voice was far away, it reached everyone's ears very clearly.

"Regarding these issues, when you reach a certain level of qualification, you will naturally know some of the causes and consequences. Now, all you need to figure out is to complete the practice we have arranged for you..."

"Practice?"

The people below suddenly started whispering: "What is spiritual practice?"

"Who knows, I came to this ghost place for no reason, and I still have to practice for no reason..."

"Don't worry, not everyone has to participate in the practice..." The high priest looked at the people below meaningfully, and his voice was cold: "But those who participate in the practice, if they cannot complete the task of practice, they will be rewarded when the time comes.

Severe punishment."

"Then those who don't need to participate in spiritual practice, can they go home?"

Among the crowd, someone boldly asked everyone's thoughts.

"Go home? This is your home..." The high priest suddenly laughed meaningfully: "Here, you can ask any questions you have, and we will give you the greatest satisfaction...such as whether you have enough to eat.

Can't sleep well..."

"Then can we not eat that condensate in the morning?" Someone asked again with the courage to ask: "We want to eat something like normal steamed buns..."

"Oh? Don't you like condensation?" The high priest said with a gentle smile: "That's easy to handle... If you feel that condensation is not delicious now, but want to eat something like steamed buns and steamed buns, please stand by me.

On the left hand side, I will ask you to arrange specific food for you..."

Everyone looked at each other suspiciously, and finally stood up and stood on the left side, as if they were bold enough to risk their lives.

If someone moved, others would naturally follow suit, so some people stood up and stood on the left side, leaving more than ten people still kneeling there.
Chapter completed!