Tingming Pavilion Conference Hall.

Wu Tianyan and others are also discussing teleportation arrays and sacrifices related matters.

"So, the small directional teleportation array has been successfully tested?" The old man in an old military uniform looked at Secretary Sun in surprise: "When will the live teleportation test be carried out? Have the demonstration of the large teleportation array been achieved? How many can it be transmitted at one time? Is it still necessary to use it on a large scale..."

Dongdong!

Wu Tianyan looked at Secretary Sun with a helpless look on his face and tapped the table with his fingers: "You old guy is still so anxious. How can you achieve what you said so quickly?"

The old woman surnamed Tang covered her mouth and chuckled: "This old guy suffered a lot in the marching back then. At that time, my old Chen..."

She didn't continue talking about this, her face feeling a little dull.

The old man in military uniform opened his mouth to say something. Wu Tianyan shook his head slightly at him. He picked up the enamel teapot in front of him and looked at Secretary Sun: "On behalf of us, please give me some condolences to the members of the joint research group. You can make any requests."

"Wu said that... she should be called Lord Wa. He hasn't had any trouble these days, right?"

When talking about this old man, he showed a headache. Although this person is so old that he is scary, he is now acting like a child. Since Shao Zifeng left the underground base, Nan Lixuan and the others have been tortured very much.

Secretary Sun smiled slightly on his face: "According to Professor Nan, the man seemed to have accumulated enough strength to be prepared to repair the damage of his body, and there was no movement in the past or two days."

"That's good." Wu Tianyan breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at everyone with a headache and said: "Now it seems that it is time to resume the sacrificial ceremony. It's just that over the years, it has been promoting the removal of feudal superstitions. It is not that easy to suddenly resume the sacrificial ceremony."

The old man in military uniform thought for a while: "Why don't we ask Wa Ling... the emperor has any way to not need sacrifices? I don't believe this thing is so mysterious. Besides, if the sacrifices are restored, will we ask for protection of the gods before the war? That's what it would be like."

This old man led his troops to fight wars all his life and killed more people than ordinary people have ever seen, so he looked down on feudal superstition in his heart.

At this time, the old woman surnamed Tang suddenly said, "When I talk about this, I remember something. Although we ask to break the feudal superstition, some areas with a strong humanistic atmosphere have retained some traditions. For example, Qin'an County in Ganwei District is known as the hometown of Wa's ancestors, and often holds 'ancestral worship ceremony'. We may use this to break the surface..."

"I think about it, our filial piety and righteousness in Daxia is the first priority. We can call the 'sacrificial' activity "Ancestor' for promotion."

The old man with long face lit up his eyes when he heard this: "Sister Tang is worthy of being the number one talented woman in the imperial capital, this method is good."

"Oh~" the old woman surnamed Tang looked at him with a smile and teased: "Old Qi, do you praise others too?"

Finally, Wu Tianyan made a decision: "Okay, let's follow Sister Tang's method. Xiao Sun, please sort out the specific matters and send them to major folk organizations."

"OK."

At this moment, a low growl suddenly sounded in the darkness above the Mingge Conference Hall.

Several people looked up and saw that the tops of the twelve stone pillars of Zhenguo built around the hall were shrouded in the darkness, and the four stone pillars of Zhenguo lit up faint eyes.

Click!

A tiny crack broke out on the energy shield. Lingling turned her head and looked back, and bright starlight burst out from her eyes.

Behind it, the deer is treating the teeth's injuries.

Shao Zifeng looked at Lingling who was struggling to support her, and his pupils shrank into a golden-red vertical line.

He stood up, and an illusory space crack appeared on his right side. Then he stretched out his hand and the simple-shaped hidden edge shot out from the space crack.

Holding the warm hidden edge, illusory dragon scales appeared at the corner of Shao Zifeng's eyes.

He looked at the pale human face on Feilong's chest, and the right hand holding the hilt was burning with a blazing flame.

After being warmed by Qiuqiu for so long, it should have stored a lot of energy.
Chapter completed!