After the Qingyang people living in or near the ancient city of Wangu, or the people of the territory, took out the incense of animal blood and lit it, the smoke clouds that swirled up were like clouds hanging from the sky, pressing the clouds above the ancient city of Wangu very low.

"This is not Zhoushan, the general trend of the Geding human race will turn the wind and clouds into dragons, and it will be unstoppable. ”

The turtle immortal's body was glowing with a faint purple light, and the scorching purple qi filled the lines engraved on his turtle's back, and it was full of brilliance, as if outlining an illusory starry sky.

Qing Yanghuan didn't make a sound about the murmur of the turtle immortal, he looked at the high priest who came in a hurry in the distance from far and near.

"Clan master, the little ones in the clan have all been chosen. ”

The high priest came in a hurry, and returned to Qingyang Huan above.

In the distance, a clan soldier wearing cyan leather armor is stepping onto the Xingchen Shenzhou, this clan soldier is not many, there are only a few thousand, the appearance is not very old, each bone age is no more than 100 years old, it is the young generation specially selected by Qingyang Huan from the Qingyang clan.

Over the years, Qingyang has been reunited, and the dolls in the clan have been well cultivated since childhood, building a foundation for martial arts, practicing exercises, and receiving the best training in the clan since birth.

These thousand people can be said to be the most talented thousand people in the entire Qingyang Clan, each of them is no more than a hundred years old, and most of them are not even fifty years old, and all of them have entered the realm of true one.

I think that in order to promote to the totem realm, he traveled to the southern wilderness land, in order to promote the true realm, he traveled the wilderness and ancient forest, but living in a powerful race, as long as the talent is good, under the careful cultivation of the clan, it is not difficult to promote to the true realm, and it is rare to be promoted upward.

The years can accumulate the realm to the half-king level, but they can't cross the shackles of the gap between heaven and earth.

Although the current Qingyang clan lives up to the glory of the former imperial family, the heritage of the clan has long surpassed that of ordinary royal families, and the cultivation of the young people in the clan is nothing.

The younger generation of these selected clans is also intentionally done by Qingyang Huan, so that they can guard the spirits of these deceased ancestors and go to Buzhou Mountain together to see the world.

Of course, if you really talk about it, the identities of these deceased martyrs, which one of them is not from the ancient ethnic group of the human race, and the surnames they have are enough to write a step of myths and legends, where is this junior of the Qingyang clan qualified to guard the spirits of the ancestors.

However, who made the world impermanence and fate disorderly, they all piled up together, giving the Qingyang clan such a chance, and these juniors should get these creations.

"Those guys under Buzhou Mountain, one by one, can trace their surnames back to ancient times, and glory alone can overwhelm others, and now you have brought back the ancient ancestors of some of them, which is interesting. ”

"At the end of the era, the clan was conquest, only the raiders, can't hide, why don't we fight, the human race has indeed reached the time of the revolution, but the world is unpredictable, the general trend of humanity actually chose me as a knife, this is to let me offend the vast majority of the ancient race of the entire human race to death. ”

Qingyang Huan groaned lightly, he found that at the beginning, he was fooled by the old man of the emperor to coax the Xun clan, and now he has directly upgraded, and he wants to use him as a knife to cut off the dirty blood of the human race.

Oops, the old man is very bad.

As a member of the human race, you naturally have to do your part, but the benefits that should be reaped cannot be reduced at all, and within the rules of humanity, this is not a violation.

"High priest, have all the people in the clan explained clearly?"

"Don't worry, these little guys and old men have explained clearly, if anyone dares to go wrong, they will all be thrown out of the tribe to fend for themselves. ”

The high priest replied that as the person in charge of the sacrifice of the clan, although he had not yet fully understood why the clan master had arranged for the young people of the clan to follow the coffin of the ancestor to Buzhou Mountain, he had also vaguely grasped some clues.

For the human race, the most important event is nothing more than sacrifice and Rong, the young people in these tribes are to guard the spirits of the deceased ancestors, for these ancestors who use blood and bones as a guide to suppress the Shura clan, even if it is an escort.

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On the second day, the divine sun rose from the dim world of ruins, and a ray of light sprinkled the reckless Haoyuan world, and the Haoyuan continent, which was floating in the dim world, still had not woken up from the darkness.

In the sky above the main hall of the ancient city, a horn sounded like thunder, and the morning sun was like fire, blazing endlessly.

The sound of the war horn sounded one after another, desolate and rough, piercing through the nine heavens and reaching the spiritual world of every Terran warrior.

The people of the Qingyang clan walked out of the door one by one and looked towards the sky above the main hall, and a divine boat that seemed to be suspended in the starry sky pressed against the void.

When the morning sun fell on the mist of animal blood that had not dissipated for several days, it rendered a world of iron and blood.

Thundered!

Qingyang Huan stood on top of the Shenzhou, and the thick collision angle on the boat tore through the void, directly tearing a passage filled with purple lightning and silver thunder in the Guiru World.

The Star Divine Boat seemed to be wrapped in a starry sky, and it was drawn into the torn void path.

Watching Qingyang Huan control the Xingchen Shenzhou and disappear into the dim world, the high priest's cloudy eyes flashed with a kind of vicissitudes of time.

"The clan master's plan is very big, and the little guy in my Qingyang clan guards the spirits of his ancestors, and he doesn't know the future of creation?"

He vaguely sensed that Qingyang Huan thought that the ancestors of the human race were guarding the spirits as an introduction, and pulled these young people in the clan into the curtain of change, and he didn't know how many of these thousand people could be transformed in the end.

......

The interior of the Xingchen Shenzhou is a small world of its own, which can naturally place more than 100,000 bluestone coffins, and under the deliberate explanation of the high priest, thousands of young people in the clan are all carefully burning the fragrance of beast blood for each coffin.

The self-generated star world inside this Shenzhou has long been rendered by the strong fragrance of beast blood.

......

Boom! Boom!

Xingchen Shenzhou moved forward, there were constantly war drums sounding, and a ten-zhang animal skin drum was thundered at the bow of the ship, and the sound shook for hundreds of miles, and the heaven and earth roared everywhere it passed.

Qingyang Huan sat cross-legged on the side, and there were two young people standing respectfully beside him.

"Uncle. ”

Suddenly, seeing Qingyanghuan's eyes open and close, the two young people hurriedly saluted.

These two people, a man and a woman, were full of awe when they looked at Qingyang Huan, these two were the heirs of the eldest brother and the second brother.

The man's name is Qingyang Mountain, and he is the youngest of the eldest brother's five heirs.

The woman's name is Qingyang Tianfeng, the youngest of the three heirs of the second brother, both of whom are no more than thirty years old, and they both have the strength of the True One Realm and Three Realms.

To be honest, at this age and strength, not to mention looking at the heavens and all races, even if you look at the land of the human race, it is not outstanding.

It's not just them, but the little guys of these clans who came with Xingchen Shenzhou are almost like this, more than the upper and lower than the bottom, it seems that the Qingyang clan has encountered a bottleneck, so this time Qingyang Huan brought them all.

"The coffin on the boat does not get off the boat for a day, the fragrance of beast blood cannot be extinguished, the sound of war drums cannot be stopped, and inside are the martyrs who boiled up the blood for our human race, and they must not be neglected. ”

"Uncle, I know. ”

Compared with Qingyang Mountain's restraint, the little niece Qingyang Tianfeng is a little more agile.

"Go ahead. ”

Seeing Qingyanghuan waving his hand, the two of them were on the verge of amnesty, and in front of Qingyanghuan, it seemed like Shenyue was overpowering, and it was difficult to breathe.

This time, Xingchen Shenzhou did not hide its whereabouts, and crashed into the confluence of Guixu and Shanhai Continent, all the way east, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers along the way, countless ancient cities and tribes, roaring like a thunder god traveling, attracting attention from all directions.

Along the way, there was a strong man sitting on the land of the human race, solemn in the air, looking at the distant stars and Shenzhou, and his cloudy eyes flashed with memories.

In the depths of the vast earth outside the ancient city of Bowu in Western Xinjiang, 100,000 mountains are undulating, and the blue waves are sparkling against the mountains.

Han Tian!

At this moment, the Holy Son of Jixia, without the support of the descendants of the sons behind him, had a simple battle robe, carrying a simple bronze sword on his back, and walked towards the ancient city of Bowu thousands of miles away.

At this moment, he seemed to have taken off the aura of the Holy Son and became like an ordinary warrior.

On the Xingchen Shenzhou, Qingyang Huan felt it, overlooking the reckless world, and fell on the Xuanhuang figure among the mountains and ravines.

Boom!

Almost instantly, two rays of light collided in the void, and there was no anger in Han Tian's eyes, only indifference, as if everything that had been in Wanyuan before had been forgotten.

Then, under Qing Yang Huan's gaze, the bronze sword behind Han Tian rang out, and a sword flower sparkled in the void, falling into his hand, and the chief made a sword salute towards Qing Yang Huan.

Then he put the bronze sword on his back again, retracted his eyes, and no longer looked at Qingyang Huan and continued to move forward step by step.

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"Jixia Cave Sky. ”

The Xingchen Shenzhou turned into a streamer and pierced the sky, the wind was cold, and Qingyang Huan murmured softly, and then he gathered his mind, left it behind, and fell into silence again.

In the world where the fortune title evolved, the true dragon of luck became more and more riotous, constantly making dragon groans, compared to the moment when luck was becoming more and more riotous, his spiritual world was becoming more and more peaceful.

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Not under the mountain.

Buzhou Mountain is an incomparably majestic sacred mountain, rooted in the very center of the Shanhai Continent, towering into the chaotic world, even if the outer heaven continent descended and the continent collided, it did not make this divine mountain collapse.

This mountain is more like a huge divine pillar, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the purple lightning and silver thunder in the high places are constantly surrounding and exploding, and the stars in the sky are all running outside, as if the fulcrum of the entire Shanhai Continent.

At the foot of the mountain, the black pressure was overwhelming, and the rows were densely packed with terrifying qi machines, like a storm sweeping through the nine heavens.

These warriors from all over the human race gathered here, but there was no contact with each other, even if there was an exchange of spiritual wills, there was no concealment.

To be able to gather under the Buzhou Mountain is already a great presumptuousness, if there is any more conspiracy, I am afraid that it will really attract the wrath of the human emperor, and these warriors from all over the human race naturally understand, so they also stick to this red line.