In the Stone Fort Hall, there are two elders, Zhong Chengye and Zhong Chengye, and Zhong Shancun, the new manager, who are about 20 people in the Zhong family.

Zhong Yao and the little maid carrying a big basket came into the hall, which immediately made everyone confused.

The shouts that could almost overturn the floor slabs attracted their attention again. The tall figures made the floor slabs thump and rolled towards Zhongyao like five pairs of wheels.

"Xiao Yaoyao--!"

This is a woman, tall and fat, but her face is not fat, and she is quite beautiful.

The woman was in her twenties, wearing mourning clothes, spreading her arms, and pressing her majestic mountains, which made Zhongyao's face suddenly change.

The next step was to bury his entire head into the pair of scoundrels, so that he could not breathe.

Zhong Zhiwei, another Qi Refining Master of the Zhong family, can tell that he is an individual cultivation, practicing in a sect in Du Kingdom, Hedong.

"I just lost my cousin, Xiao Yaoyao has no father!"

Zhong Zhiwei cried so hard that her pear blossoms were raining, her eyes were red and swollen, and she seemed to be trying her best to comfort Zhong Yao.

Xinyi Zhongyao received it, but this amount was not something he was willing to bear.

Zhong Zhiwei, the cousin, has been caring for him since he was a child. Zhong Yao, who was several levels away from tonnage, was ravaged by her and miserably miserable.

Zhong Yao was not afraid of the huge body of the fox demon, and was also thanked by this cousin.

It is not the past when Zhong Yao has the strength to stop the demon king of the Meat Mountain from continuing to create psychological shadows for himself. However, the Zhong family is here, so it is difficult for him to take action, and the bodyguard has also arrived, and he smelled the quiet bamboo fragrance behind him.

Zhong Zhiwei has a nemesis, it is Ji Xiaozhu. Ji Xiaozhu's Qingfeng Linghunting Sword and his flexible and light body skills almost defeated Zhong Zhiwei. Zhong Yao's idea of ​​using purple roe as a mobile auxiliary is to learn from Ji Xiaozhu's fighting style.

"Aunt Zhiwei..."

The white shadow shook, the fragrant wind whirled, and Ji Xiaozhu blocked Zhongyao: "Ayao is now the lord of the castle. Even if his aunt is an aunt, he has to be polite. Uncle Chengye doesn't often say that people are talking about..."

Zhong Zhiwei, who was half a head taller and twice as wide as Ji Xiaozhu, had a smile from brightness to forced: "Xiao, Xiaozhu, why are you here too? Isn't this the Zhong family's clan?"

Ji Xiaozhu said: "It is the clan meeting of the Zhong family, and it is also the meeting that determines the fate of everyone inside and outside Zhongjiabao. Of course I will come."

She pulled Zhong Zhiwei's sleeve and pulled it to the side: "Auntie has learned some new techniques, let's talk hard later."

Zhong Zhiwei screamed: "This, don't worry, this is not urgent. I heard that Xiao Yao jumped to the eighth floor of the foundation building and wanted to discuss with him."

Ji Xiaozhu refused sternly: "He is the lord of the castle now, and the burden is heavy. The cultivation is only secondary. Aunt, don't bother him."

Zhongyao smiled happily and waved his hand to the court to say goodbye. He also felt that Xiaozhu was looking for him to resist Birmingham. He felt so relieved.

Ji Xiaozhu pulled Zhong Zhiwei to the corner, Xiang Zhongyao made a secret gesture of ok, and made a silent lips. Zhongyao received it in a sympathetic manner.

That was "well done", and she naturally watched the scene of "suppressing" Birmingham just now.

Zhongyao walked to the front of the hall and sat down. The little maid placed a basket of firewood on the side, held her hands behind her, looked at her nose and the heart, standing like a sculpture.

Everyone was wondering about the basket of firewood, and Zhongyao grabbed their hearts as soon as he opened his mouth.

"The nightmare is surging faster. After four or five days at most, we will arrive at our Zhongjia Castle."

Looking at the elders who were stunned or pale, Zhong Yao said in a heavy tone: "This is what I saw with my own eyes when I went to the Mountain God Temple to explore. The last wisp of the mountain god's power had dissipated. Before Zhongjia Castle, there was no other power to block the demon nightmare."

Elder Zhong paused and said, "Xiao Yao, you...hee!"

Without even bothering to blame Zhongyao for taking risks alone, the old man gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go to Uncle Bo's house now, ask for materials and invite people."

Everyone's faces were as solid as iron, and there was only the Fort Protection Array to rely on.

Zhong Zhizhong coughed and looked at Ji Xiaozhu in the corner first before he said in a low voice: "The Uncle Bo family is no longer the same brothers who were both angry and connected. They each have their own wishes. If they don't agree, it is very likely that the fire will be watched from the other side of the river."

Zhong Zhiqiang sighed, "At that time, our Zhong family was the only one who went to save the Ji family. Uncle and his family would probably bet on the demon nightmare as they did seven years ago. After swallowing the family, they stopped to settle the nightmare cave. They still had enough time."

"The Master Bo Zhuang and the Master of the Uncle are not short-sighted people. But if their requests are not met, they will think that we are not sincerely asking for help, or we are not at the point of asking for help."

Zhong Zhiwei snorted in the corner, "Let's not talk about marriage as a family business. Xiaozhu is the only child of the Ji family, and Xiao Yao is already the lord of the fortress. The two families still threaten this matter. I really think that their families are in Hedong, not Guanshan?"

Ji Xiaozhu still smiled faintly, not panic because of the elders' words. She knew Zhongyao's determination.

The old uncle Zhong Chenglin muttered: "The young owner of the Bo family has arrived, he is very sincere. And you have to marry a wife by the Fortress Lord. Over the past thousands of years, our four families in Guanshan have been connected to each other. This is a tradition."

Zhong Yao sneered: "Their two families also have daughters who marry into the Ji family. Did they go when the Ji family was in trouble? And Xiaozhu had no intention of this, me... Let's not talk about me for now, the beautiful girl from the uncle's family is really willing to marry me?"

After saying something, Zhong Chenglin couldn't raise his head. Zhong Yao said seriously: "I said before that I will solve the affairs of the two families, so uncles and uncles don't have to worry too much."

He turned to Elder Zhong, "How long can it last if the fort protection formation is fully equipped?"

Elder Zhong shook his head slightly and said, "It's about ten days and half a month, and someone else needs to deal with those nightmare monsters that can't be suppressed."

"My father also joined the Fort Protection Array at the Ji family," Zhong Yao continued to ask, "How many days have you been able to hold on?"

He asked and answered: "Seven days! Just seven days!"

"This time the demon nightmare is surging, our Zhong family is like the Ji family back then, and is the first to be affected!"

"Even if we can persist for a long time, the nightmare of Demon will not swallow us and form a new demon cave, and will never give up!"

"Putting hope on the Fort Protection Array is a way to die!"

Speaking of this, Zhongyao took up a piece of firewood and squeezed it into his hand. The Qingfeng Washing Spirit Promotion pushed it, and the true energy entered the wood.

The firewood cracks and breaks into several wooden strips, which can be used to burn.

Even Elder Zhong was shocked by the firewood movement, thinking that the firewood that this kid destroyed the little girl’s carry was actually used to do this, a canopy?

Zhong Chenglin said bitterly: "What other solutions are there? Do you really have to leave your hometown?"

Zhong Yao sat firmly on the chair of the Grand Master and glanced at everyone: "The elders also said that if you leave, you will be a dispersed tribe. Just to save your life, this may not be a choice."

Everyone looked at each other. Except for young people like Zhong Shancun, most of them were moved, and it seemed that this was the only choice.

After a flutter, Elder Zhong grabbed a piece of firewood in the air and fryed it into wood chips with metal-based true energy.

"The descendants of the Zhong family have fought against the nightmare for thousands of years, and their ancestors have been crushed to ashes, just to take root in this!"

The old man's hair was bulging, and his aura was like a heavy sword without a sharp edge, which was cold and heavy on everyone's neck.

"Who dares to leave? Be so crazy!"

It was really convenient to have this firewood, and the old man muttered secretly that this was even more imposing.

There was someone who wanted to talk, but was so angry that he was so angry that he shut up.

The old man asked Zhongyao: "It's not possible to leave. There is no hope for relying on the Fort Protection Array. What else can the lord have?"

With an old man as a tutor, Zhongyao won’t be too involved.

Of course he still has to lay the groundwork: "I have a way, but this method is probably more amazing than crushing the ancestors' bones and ashes. It depends on whether you can stand it."

Everyone smiled bitterly, but Zhong Zhiwei laughed loudly: "What else can I be surprised when I have done all the things that have put my ancestors into pieces? As long as the Zhong family can continue to take root, no matter what they do, the ancestors will forgive us. This is our mission."

In the corner, Ji Xiaozhu also had a phoenix eye and stared at Zhongyao to see what idea he could come up with.

Zhongyao nodded, got up, put his hands on his back, and walked.

It would only make people laugh when they were pretending to be a young man, but now every step is striking in his heart. He only feels that what he is about to hear will inevitably be shocking.

"Kunyama has a mountain god, and Zhongjiabao has a land god, but the demon has risen and the god has disappeared for thousands of years. The mountain god has long been gone, and the land has also dispersed its incense a hundred years ago."

Unexpectedly, Zhongyao changed the topic and talked about the gods.

"The gods are enfeoffed by heaven and earth, and can naturally stop the nightmare of demons. Compared with the Fort Protection Array, it is not only effective, but also more lasting."

"The mountain god is too high, we cannot, but it is possible to make the land public."

"My method is to build a temple of land and invite land and Duke of land!"

As soon as Zhong Yao said this, the hall became hustle and bustle.

Some people say that this method is good, while some people say that it is possible to invite gods in just a few days, of course Elder Zhong has a loud voice.

"The Castle Lord... Xiao Yao! Don't talk nonsense! How can gods be sealed by mortals?"

"Even if the incense can invite gods, it will not take a few days! And our Zhongjia Castle only has only six or seven hundred people. How much incense can it burn?"

"There is really such a fire, why not burn it to our ancestors and invite the gods of our Zhong family!?"

The old man shouted, which made everyone suddenly realize that they said that it was more realistic to invite the god of the family.

Zhong Zhiwei patted her chest and said, "Burn incense! Take advantage of the seventh day of Zhizheng's incense to burn incense, and pay tribute to the ancestors and invite the next god again!"

Zhong Zhizhong shook his head: "Zhiwei, let's see if our Zhong family members say this. Add you, there are only a few of us in Zhishi, and what about Shanshi? If you have a family god, the surname Zhong in Zhongjiabao must be hundreds of. Now there is not even half of it."

The high atmosphere in the synagogue suddenly dissipated, and everyone sighed with their heads down. This was a big hit. The Zhong family members were withered, so how could they regain their family god?

Zhong Zhiqiang continued: "The Ji family also had a family god back then, but it was useless. The divine power was too far away from the Tudigong."

The so-called family god is the spirit of the ancestors whom the mortal clan is supported by incense. The family god is just a poor god. All he can do is protect a small piece of land around the clan temple, disperse weak evil spirits, and send a warning message to the clan members. It is not on the same level as the land god of a grade.

Zhong Chenglin sighed in a deep sigh: "There are only those people who are not surnamed Zhong. How can they invite the Tudigong with their incense?"

Zhong Yao was waiting here and smiled indifferently, "What if we burn the incense of our ancestors with the incense of the Land Lord?"

The air condenses, and everyone thinks this is completely incredible, turning the ancestral hall into a land temple?

Even Ji Xiaozhu's phoenix eyes widened, and her small cherry lips were wide open.

"This, even if we want to..."

Elder Zhong trembledly pointed out the key problem: "How can other families really burn incense for our ancestors of the Zhong family?"

Burning incense is a ritual. The real power of incense is also called the power of wishes, which must come from the heart. Forcing other families to burn incense for the ancestors of the Zhong family is of no use at all.
Chapter completed!