Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 1791 (One Thousand Seven Hundred and Ninety-One) Rotation

Tie Wandao said to the Taoist priests, "Are you sure nothing will go wrong in a while?"

All those alchemists said that they definitely would not do that.

Tie Wandao looked at Hou Jizhuan again and said to him, "What about you? Can you guarantee it?"

Hou Jizhuan lowered his head slightly, did not look into Tie Wandao's eyes, nor did he speak, he just nodded.

Tie Wandao said, "I'll wait over there. If something goes wrong during the ritual this time, things won't be easy!" He looked at Hou Jizhuan with a fierce look in his eyes, and then swept his eyes over the faces of the Taoist priests one by one. After saying that, he quickly walked towards the chair where he had sat before.

Hou Jizhu, who was still furious, told himself: Stay calm, don't cause yourself trouble at this time, just act normally first, even if you really want to vent, you have to find a chance to do it later.

Those alchemists also felt that this matter had to be left alone for now, and even if they wanted to do something, they would have to deal with it later.

After Hou Jizhuan exchanged a few words with the alchemists about the ritual, the alchemists formed a circle again and Hou Jizhuan stood in the center of the circle again.

All the alchemists sat cross-legged with their hands on their knees, palms facing up.

After Hou Jizhuan put his hands together in front of his chest, the Taoist priests closed their eyes and chanted the spell in a low voice. At the same time, Hou Jizhuan also chanted the spell, and his voice was louder than the sum of the voices of all the Taoist priests chanting the spell.

As soon as the spell sounded, the blue-armored men in the gray house all made painful noises again.

All the alchemists who were chanting spells felt an intense fear.

The red-robed Taoist priest stopped chanting the spell last time, so he chanted the same spell this time. When the tragic scenes related to the blue-armored man appeared in his mind again, the impact on him became much smaller, to a degree that he could fully bear. Hou Jizhuan opened his palms that were clasped in front of his chest, placed the wooden stick that absorbed the soul-purifying energy of the iron red flame on his outstretched left hand, and stretched out his right hand, palm down, and gently pressed on the wooden stick.

Then, he slowly moved his right hand upwards, and the wooden stick actually moved upwards along his right hand, and gradually left his left hand with the palm facing upwards.

When Hou Jizhuan raised his right hand to the same height as his chin, the wooden stick moved down a little, to a position about the same distance as his palms, and hung between his hands.

Hou Jizhuan changed the position of his hands and placed them on the left and right sides of the wooden stick respectively, with his palms facing each other and the palms touching the left and right ends of the wooden stick, clamping the wooden stick between his palms.

At this time, the other alchemists were still chanting the previous spell, but Hou Jizhu switched to another spell, and the wooden stick began to emit purple light.

Hou Jizhuan moved his left hand to the left and right, and the palms of his hands were getting farther and farther away from the two ends of the wooden stick. The wooden stick emitting purple light was still hanging in the air.

Hou Jizhuan stretched out his arms completely and raised them horizontally, with his hands clenched into fists. At the moment he clenched his fists, all the alchemists who had formed a circle around him clasped their palms together in front of their chests and opened their eyes.

The wooden stick emitting purple light began to spin horizontally in the air.

Hou Jizhuan also put his palms together in front of his chest and sat cross-legged on the spot.

All the alchemists, including Hou Jizhuan, focused their attention on the wooden stick that was emitting purple light.

Those alchemists stared at the wooden stick spinning in the air, as if they would regret it infinitely if they missed even a second.

(End of this chapter)