"Our people are fed, can you be full!"

"Not enough!"

......

He didn't know how many times he heard the roar, and he couldn't remember how many ancient ancestors were devoured, and he couldn't count how many ancestors fell halfway.

Dreariness!

The barren wind howled, swept the heavens and the earth, and a great compassion followed.

"Our people are fed, can you be full!"

The illusory figure didn't know how many times it had broken through the thick fog, and shouted angrily with the hearts of countless ancestors, at this moment, this seemingly tall but tall figure bent its spine slightly.

Click!

The thunder of the top of the void rang out, and the sound of gold and iron colliding sounded, followed by the messy fragments of broken bones, falling towards the earth, and the surrounding barren earth was covered between breaths.

This is the fragmented bones of the ancestors of the Devoured Terrans, which have been re-sprinkled on the barren land.

"Terran, the weak body is really pitiful!"

"But flesh and blood are indeed delicious, much stronger than those murderous creatures, but unfortunately your body is too small, even if it is thousands of people, it is not enough for me to wait for a full meal. ”

The illusory figure trembled, but the bent spine never lifted, but bent down even more, and looked more groveling.

"Our people were born to be the masters of heaven and earth, and the lowly human race is your life!"

"This is the law of heaven and earth, humble and weak little worms, you can only accept your fate!"

......

The sound of thunder pierced through the heavens and the earth, and the body of the bent figure bent down again, and finally fell to its knees with a bang, his hands prostrate on the blood-stained earth, his head tightly pressed against the ground, and his high ass pouted.

"No!"

At this moment, Qing Yanghuan roared angrily, and he felt a little out of breath.

"Hahaha......"

At the top of the heavenly dome, the purple and silver light in the dense fog tide broke through the sky dome, and the thunder pierced the void like divine lightning, tearing open the fog in the sky, and finally revealing the scene of the top of the heavenly dome.

It is a brilliant heavenly dome like a god, surrounded by divine light, the god stands in the nine-fold clouds, spreads out the boundless heavenly dome, stretches into the distance, the golden dragon shuttles between the clouds, this is completely formed by the spiritual dragon qi of heaven and earth.

In the aura that was completely accumulated to the extreme, one after another the temples suspended from the sky, and several of them had towering divine shadows floating on them, and it was difficult to imagine the size of these divine shadows.

There are tens of thousands of temples alone, and these shadows completely cover the temple, these illusory figures, the whole body seems to be made of divine gold, and each piece of scale armor is like a round of sun, flashing with the divine light that shines on the heavens and the earth.

"Humble slaves, the desolate and silent earth is your place of reproduction, and only submission to the glory of our people is your ultimate destiny. ”

A divine shadow spoke, and the eyes of the gods opened and closed overlooking the desolate land below.

"Give!"

Suddenly, several majestic figures glanced at each other, and suddenly the sound of the sky was ringing, and suddenly the void thundered again, and the purple lightning and silver light collided and intertwined like a divine chain, and in the center of the collision, a huge and incomparably large divine monument manifested and fell towards the earth!

Qingyang Huan exhausted his eyes to look at the fallen monument, and on one of the monuments was the image of a towering true dragon, which roared and greeted a round of cyan sun.

And this monument is only one of the many monuments, not the most conspicuous of them.

After the Divine Monument fell, the clouds in the sky flowed again, covering the world on the heavenly dome again, and the shining divine light of the fallen Divine Monument also began to dissipate, turning into cold stone.

A long time passed, and the figure prostrate on the ground raised its head and looked at the stone monument around the fall, silent for a long time.

The sound of desolation sounded again in all directions of the mist, and this time the ancestors who came began to carry the stone tablet, but the big mouth on the sky dome would still open from time to time, sweeping away the ancestors below.

However, even so, the ancestors of the Quartet went forward one after another, without the slightest pause, and the stele was dragged towards the dense fog in the Quartet.

There were only blood and bones left in the desolate world, and Qingyang Huan looked at everything in front of him blankly, still unable to react.

Until this moment, he still couldn't believe that the totem of the human race actually came like this!

What made him even more unsettling was why he had experienced such a scene, as if he himself was trapped in this illusory time and space.

......

In the main hall, the rich demon bone blood qi was absorbed by the totem rubbing stone tablet, and Qingyang Huan's figure sat close to the totem stone tablet, his hands pressed on the surface of the stele, and the red on the stele had even dyed his palms red.

The stone tablet that had absorbed the blood qi manifested a bewitching red, and it sucked Qing Yanghuan's hands tightly, and one person and one monument seemed to be integrated.

The breath of ancient vicissitudes emanated from the stele, surrounding Qingyang Huan, and if you look closely at the stele, you will find that the dense small holes on the stele have been fused with blood and qi, as if it has changed from a weathered stone to a brilliant blood jade.

Qing Yanghuan closed his eyes tightly, but his face kept changing, as if he was being pulled by the totem stele.

I don't know when, Aramazun walked out of the stone spear, and the illusory purple shadow stood in front of the stone tablet, staring at the stone tablet, revealing a trace of doubt.

"It's just a totem rubbing, not even the original stone tablet totem, how can it have a trace of the ancient spirit of the origin totem, it shouldn't, it shouldn't, even if it's ancient for such a long time, it has already dissolved between heaven and earth, unless it's ......"

Whew, whew!

The light in the main hall flickered on and off, and the totem rubbing stone tablet was more like breathing, the blood-colored light flashed and flickered, and even this blood-colored light surged towards Qingyang Huan through his hands.

"Wake up!"

Abruptly, the absurd drink was like Hong Zhong Da Lu, which penetrated into Qingyang Huan's ears, and suddenly his silent spiritual world set off a monstrous wave.

"Ah......h

In an instant, Qing Yanghuan was awakened and roared, and a chill surged all over his body, he only felt a chill behind him, and the blazing and scorching blood and qi rolled out, washing away all the limbs and bones of his body, but he still couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

"Master, I ......"

"Shut up!"

Immediately, Huang Zun let out a loud shout, blocked Qing Yanghuan's voice, and shook his head heavily.

"Don't say anything, just treat it as if you haven't seen anything!"

Looking at the solemn expression of Huangzun, Qingyang Huan breathed a long sigh of relief, but instead of suppressing the agitation in his heart, he became more ups and downs, and the spiritual world rippled like a tide, wave after wave.

"I didn't expect that this stele was contaminated with a trace of the origin of the totem antiquity, and it was attracted under the demon blood sacrifice, I expected that it should have pulled you into the ancient scene, the first generation totem of the human race, hehe......"

From the light laughter of the absurd honor, Qing Yanghuan heard a touch of bitterness.

"The illusory scenes you experienced before are all pressed in your heart, and you can't even say anything in your sleep!"

"Master. ”

"When I saw this stele just now, I realized that I may not only have lost my memory, but also fallen into the overlap of time and space. ”

Arabic shook his head slightly, frowning even more.

"Time and space overlap!"

"Scenes from different eras are all integrated into a time and space and happen at the same time!"

After pondering for a moment, Aragano spoke up, "Maybe it was when the outer continents collided that day, and only such a great power could make heaven and earth reorganize, time and space reappear, and time and space blend. ”

......

Half an hour later, Aramazun explained him something, and then fell silent again, and maybe this time was not too short.

And Qingyang Huan stared at the totem stele in front of him for a while, and a broken totem stele appeared in front of him again, and a fire beast in the stele was arrogant.

It was the fire worship totem that he got in Yaoshan at the beginning, and when he got this totem, he wanted to integrate into the Qingyang totem and awaken the totem of his own tribe.

In fact, to put it simply, Qingyang Huan doesn't need to reawaken the Qingyang totem at all, and even directly make the fire-worshipping totem in his hand become the new totem of the Qingyang clan, so that it doesn't take the slightest effort, and everything is saved.

However, since his cultivation, as his cultivation has improved, he has become more and more pervasive about the influence between cause and effect.

The foundation of the Qingyang clan comes from the totem rubbing in front of them, and the clansmen have been cultivating the exercises derived from it from the beginning, and this entanglement has long been invisible.

Even in the passage of time, this kind of involvement has been integrated into the bloodline of the clansmen, don't think that only the strong can pass on the inheritance bloodline, even if it is an ordinary martial artist, but the bloodline that has been handed down has not much potential.

In the past two thousand years, since the first generation of clansmen who practiced the Qingyang Stone Tablet Exercises, the seeds of Qingyang have been integrated into the Qingyang clan.

Airplanes!

As if sensing the danger, the fire worship totem suddenly burst into flames, turning into a fire beast roaring continuously, and the illusory flames condensed, and finally turned into a fire beast with two horns and armor covered with flame scales.

Although the totem true spirit in front of him had condensed most of the entities, it was still too weak for him.

After a slap, the fire beast was scattered, turned into the most quintessential energy, and merged towards the Qingyang totem.

The true spirit of the totem is naturally strong and weak, according to the division of the great wilderness, the totem can be a family of its own, and if you want to be recognized by the true spirit of the real totem family, then at least you must condense the entity, of course, the power that can condense the totem entity is naturally the totem realm.

In other words, a totem true spirit who cannot escape from the stone tablet and wander into the void, and whose strength cannot be compared to that of the totem realm, is not considered a totem clan.

The fire worship totem in his hand, perhaps when the tribe of renewed faith was not broken, it had been promoted to the totem realm, but after a long time, there was no tribal blood sacrifice, and it had fallen a little, and after being re-dispersed by him at this moment, it was turned into the essence of nourishment and integrated into the Qingyang stone stele.