The broken rubbings of the Qingyang totem have been erected in a magnificent hall built in the city, and they are guarded by the warriors of the clan.

This hall can be said to have become one of the most important places in the Qingyang clan.

Standing in the main hall, looking at the broken stone tablet in front of him, Qingyang Huan's eyes showed a trace of doubt.

The spiritual will filled the entire hall, and the stone tablet rubbings exuded a strong atmosphere of vicissitudes of life, obviously after a long time, but even so, it could not prove the origin of the Qingyang clan.

Whether it was the Qingyang clan who cast this stone tablet in the past, or the Qingyang clan that rose because of this stone tablet, at least he couldn't tell it at the moment, of course, according to the current view, the second idea is more realistic.

If it is the first statement, then this means that the Qingyang clan once had unimaginable glory, and this probability is not impossible, but unfortunately it is too small, and now with the strength of the Qingyang clan, it is impossible to confirm it.

Speaking of totem, it is the ancient ancestors in order to obtain supreme power, for the illusory legends in the mountains and seas, or the real existence of the great murderer, or the longing generated by natural imagination, slowly broke away from the illusion and turned into a form of seeing is believing.

However, the years have passed to the present, and no one remembers how the original totem was formed before the eons of eternity, and only the faith totems of the tribes in the great wilderness are left.

On the stone tablet in front of him, there were vague traces, and even because of some knives and axes, they were even more fragmented, and the appearance of the real qi was already broken, and it was not easy to re-cultivate the true spirit.

"Master, your hometown, there is a way. After pondering for a moment, Qing Yanghuan suppressed some chaotic emotions in his heart and asked out loud.

"This totem stele is not really the original totem image, but a rubbings of a real totem, but after such a long time, it has not been completely destroyed, obviously even if it is just a rubbing, it should not be ordinary. ”

Huangzun's voice sounded, for this totem rubbing, Qingyang Huan has made a full range of insights.

"In the great wilderness, the generation of totem rubbing, in addition to some warriors who perceive the creation of heaven and earth, the blessing of the soul, and naturally imprint their own feelings of the clan guard totem, there is also a way to separate the branch veins from the main vein, which can naturally be rubbed from the totem of the main vein, as the foundation of the clan. ”

"Some of the big clans in the great wilderness in order to live and reproduce, save the fire from extinguishing, in the tribe to a certain extent, then one of them will be placed as a branch, when the main branch of the two veins separated, the branch vein took away a pair of main vein totem rubbing, so that not only to ensure that the two veins have the same root and the same origin, but also let the branch veins have the root of inheritance and reproduction. ”

Qingyang Huan was slightly stunned, what Huang Zun said is indeed true, even if the tribes with the same root and origin are separated, the martial arts cultivation will naturally not change, the same totem belief, rubbing a copy of the totem is reasonable, just like there is a Chao clan, since it is ranked in the Hou Department, the inheritance of totems in the natural clan is long.

However, the totem rubbing in front of him can't distinguish which situation the Qingyang clan belongs to.

"As for how to wake up this totem, although the totem was born in the illusion, it also turned the virtual into a true spirit, so it is one of the great wilderness spirits, since it is a true spirit, then it can't get rid of the essence of the essence!"

Qingyang Huan quietly listened to the words of the desolate emperor while staring at the totem rubbing.

"However, this totem rubbing piece in front of you has reached the extreme of destruction, and if you want to wake it up, it is no longer enough to rely on the essence of heaven and earth alone, you need to use another more refined essence to cultivate it. ”

"A more refined spirit?"

"Yes, if you want to awaken this broken totem spirit, you need to use your life!"

Arabity's voice became a little muffled, as if he had remembered something, and more than ten breaths had passed before the voice sounded again.

"Mountains and seas, life is the greatest creation of heaven and earth, all races are the most multiplying to the extreme, if you want to awaken the true spirit of the totem, you must use the spirit to nourish the spirit, with life to raise. ”

Raise the soul with your life!

In the next few days, the bones of the demon soldiers who had been slaughtered before were collected by Qingyang Huan, and the process of cultivating the totem began.

Fortunately, now he has the life of the demon clan, for the life of the demon soldier, he does not feel the slightest discomfort, not only him, even any clansman of the Qingyang clan, will feel that it should be so, and even look at the entire Great Wilderness Ten Thousand Races, it is reasonable to use foreign races to nourish their own clan.

The entire hall was sealed by him with blood, he was in the main hall, and the bones of the demon soldiers were smashed by him into the totem rubbing, so the bones and rubbings blended together, to be precise, the totem stele was devouring the blood and bones of the demon clan.

This is a terrifying scene, in the face of the blood and bones of the demon soldiers piled up around, the totem rubbing even made a sound of swallowing bones and swallowing blood.

It's like a fierce beast opening its big mouth and chewing on the blood and bones of the demon clan, the bones are broken and the flesh is rotten, and all of them turn into blood-colored essence and enter the depths of the totem.

Under careful induction, he noticed that all the dense holes on the totem stele were small holes, and it was these small holes that were absorbing the pure blood qi that the demon clan had turned into.

With his current cultivation, he naturally wouldn't be confused, and when his spiritual will swept over the stone tablet at the very beginning, there were no small holes in front of him at all.

It's like a gluttonous murderer opening a feast, and the stone tablet rubbings continue to absorb the essence of the demon clan's blood and bones, as if it is like a bottomless pit, and it is never possible to sense where the limit is.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qing Yanghuan's eyes couldn't help but reveal a different color, and his spiritual world was touched.

"Is this the nature of racial rivalry? ”

In a trance, he found himself in a strange feeling, and at this moment he thought of the ancient rumors of the Great Wilderness.

Legend has it that in the very beginning of ancient times, the great murderers in the heavens and the earth came to the world and fought against each other, and only a few races were born in the great wilderness of that era, and these races living on the earth began to conquer.

At this moment, he seemed to understand that the conquest of that era was to devour each other, and the clans collided, leaving only the strong who were not eaten.

Even now, when all races are fighting, it seems to be much better than the era when Ru Mao drank blood, but the essence has not changed.

The totem was born in that ancient era, and it was the prayer of the various ethnic groups for greater strength, and now it seems that no matter how the years go by, how the times change, this essence will not change.

In the spiritual world, the will was like an ocean rolling, rushing out of the body and heading towards the totem stone tablet in front of him.

Airplanes!

I don't know how much life essence I have absorbed, but in the face of Qingyang Huan's spiritual will, this moment actually triggered a reaction.

The totem rubbing is wrapped in a rich tide of blood, but it has changed a lot, from the very beginning of the broken stone tablet, it has become as bright as jade, flowing with a faint blood color, magnificent and mysterious.

A trace of vague breath flowed with the light in the stone stele, and there were faint bursts of roaring and roaring sounds, the sound was illusory, as if it had sounded across the long river of time.

Buzz!

Qingyang Huan, who was completely in silence, heard a roar like thunder in the spiritual world, and in a trance, a huge true phantom disappeared in the spiritual world. 、

The next moment, the totem stone tablet buzzed, and the spiritual will he exuded had an induction, and at this moment, his eyes were no longer a cold stone tablet, but a spirit that seemed to be nothing.

In an instant, Qingyang Huan lost his sense of the outside world, and a rotten and cracked earth appeared in his eyes, looking at it on all sides, the wind was fierce, and it was a vast expanse until the end of his eyes.

Heaven and earth were dark, and there was not the slightest other aura permeating, and a decaying and desolate aura filled every inch of the void.

"The sky is falling, the divine beasts are rampant, and the great murder is raging, how can our people be innocent?"

"The sky will collapse, the earth will crack, what do we do?"

"The earth is born together, all the spirits of heaven and earth, how weak is our race!"

"The sky is falling apart, our people are not prosperous, and we are not willing to ......"

The desolate voice came out from all directions, and the voice was majestic and unwilling.

Soon in the barren distance, a cloaked figure appeared, barefoot, with a broken animal skin on his body, which could only wrap a corner of his body.

The messy and tangled hair covered his face, and the figure walked with difficulty, his body kept shaking, and even fell to the ground in a few steps and could not get up.

Even so, the body was still crawling forward, and the broken rocks on the ground cut the body, leaving blood-colored marks on the way to crawl.

"The sky will collapse, all beasts will eat each other, the earth will be split, bury all my bones, our people will not prosper, and death will not be reconciled......"

Qing Yanghuan watched this figure and crawled in front of him, he himself seemed to be standing in another time and space, and he followed behind this figure.

The figure crawled through the wilderness, climbed over the barren mountains, staggered past the rocks, the scars on his body had already been exposed, and even the breath was chaotic and difficult to smooth, and he still did not stop.

"The sky will collapse, all beasts will eat each other, the earth will be split, buried in my bones, our people will not prosper, and death will not be reconciled......"

I don't know how long it took, but finally this figure climbed a barren mountain again, but when it reached the top of the barren mountain, it never stood up again, and the chaotic aura stopped abruptly.

Call!

At this moment, Qingyang Huan also stepped on the barren mountain and saw the other side of the mountain, and the scene in front of him made him gasp.

A blood-stained road, a few steps and a dry bone.

In front of the fallen figures, there were more figures falling as far as the eye could see, some of the bones had been weathered, some of the bones were crystal clear, and a road of white bones and corpses extended into the distance.

......

"The earth is born together, all the spirits of heaven and earth, how weak is our race!"

"The sky will collapse, all beasts will eat each other, the earth will be split, buried in my bones, our people will not prosper, and death will not be reconciled......"

I don't know how long it has been, but the same call sounded in my ears again, and on the way to the previous arrival, a figure crawled in this direction with difficulty.