The resonance of the bloodline led to a sudden change in the wind and clouds in the ancestral shrine, and a beast roar broke through the clouds, and between the wind and clouds, it seemed that there were many more figures in the ancestral shrine, overlooking the below.

The old priest staggered to the altar, picked up the incense of animal blood in his hand and lit it, and bowed down.

His expression was respectful, and the depths of his pupils exuded even more heat.

The old man's movements were very slow, and the indescribable reverence and admiration in his eyes were like a burning fire.

"Clan master, the ancestral shrine is not only the memory of the ancestors, but also the role of summoning the ancestors' immortal true spirits, the maintenance of a clan requires uninterrupted glory in the bloodline, and the same is true of the Qingyang clan. ”

"What does the High Priest need to do next?"

The surging wind in the ancestral hall also made Qingyang Huan feel a blazing heat in his body, and the blood seemed to be ignited at this moment, and the blood was on fire.

It's like turning into an oven, blood into firewood, and blazing with flames.

The blood is throbbing!

If there was nothing in the past, he seemed to sense some changes in the rankings of the many gods above, and at this moment, it seemed that those ancestors who had passed away had come to life and were watching him.

"The patriarch needs to wait, and the old man needs to prepare something. ”

Then the high priest spoke up and hurried out of the temple.

Qing Yang Huan's eyes were looking at the many god lords above him from beginning to end, and a wisp of traction from the bloodline led his mind to the ethereal blood fragrance cloud.

Airplanes!

For a moment, a ray of blue light erupted from his body, and the broken Qingyang Emperor seal emerged.

The appearance of the imperial seal engraved with the imprint of the Qingyang Emperor of the past dynasties made the entire ancestral hall stir up a tsunami-like monstrous waves.

The blazing blue light burst out, echoing with the ancestral rankings above, and the roars of beasts were endless.

"The contemporary patriarch of Qingyang has seen all the ancestors. ”

Between the clouds and mist, although Qingyang Huan did not see the figures of the ancestors of the past dynasties, he secretly felt that in the depths of the clouds and mist, a pair of eyes were watching him.

At this moment, the high priest who hurriedly came from outside saw Qingyang Huan being shrouded in the green smoke that swirled in the ancestral hall, and his eyes showed surprise.

Then he reacted, and between the flips in his hand, several arm-thick beast blood incense sticks appeared, covered with various outlined lines.

It looks like flowing veins, wrapped around them like pythons, and the crimson color carries a kind of mystery.

Taking out the beast blood incense, the high priest played a dazzling spell in his hand, and squeezed out a drop of natal true blood and dripped it onto the beast blood incense.

Airplanes!

In an instant, the three beast blood incense spontaneously combusted out of thin air, and the misty green smoke was mixed with the color of red blood.

And when it burned, the three beast blood incense made a piercing and terrifying sound, just like the screams of a living being under capital punishment.

Such a piercing sound accompanied by a trembling sound of sweat and hair, the high priest's expression did not change in the slightest.

"The ancestors of the past generations were on top, and the living beings were used as the guide for the ancestors to eat. ”

The old man's arm held three blood incense sticks, and he put it into the incense burner in front of him with difficulty, as heavy as holding three mountains, and slowly put it into the incense burner.

After putting the three blood incense plants into the incense burner, the high priest seemed to have been drained of all the strength of his body, and could no longer support it, and slowly sat cross-legged in the corner of the ancestral hall.

However, the eyes of the high priest were still looking at Qingyang Huan, who was shrouded in smoke and dust, hoping to wake up the ancestor to return.

The last time Qingyang reunited, he had exhausted the blood incense he had made over the years, and these three beast blood incense were made by him by collecting the essence of thousands of living beings over the years.

How could it be so easy to communicate with the deceased ancestors, it would take a great price, and these three blood incense plants were enough to slaughter the last essence of nearly a million lives.

Over the years, in addition to staying in the ancestral shrine to guard the ancestral spiritual position, he followed Haoyuan's warriors out.

As they slay beasts or enemies, collect the last essence of their lives to blend the scent of blood.

I don't know if these blood incense, which has not yet experienced the baptism of the years, can support the clan lord to communicate with the ancestors and get the results he wants.

......

Qing Yanghuan felt that he was completely caught in a hazy sea of clouds.

Between the churning of the sea of clouds, the gods suddenly turned into thousands of mountains and mountains nearly ten thousand zhang high, rolling and undulating, evolving into ancient mountains and rivers.

Airplanes!

Just when his eyes showed surprise, three blood-colored pythons appeared behind him, biting each other and entangling around his figure, landing at the feet in front of him.

The three blood-colored patterns intertwined, turning into a blood-colored pathway, heading towards the depths of the undulating mountains.

"Clan Master, the fragrance of life and blood is limited, and there is not much time. ”

As the blood path manifested, an old and vain voice sounded and reached his ears.

Without the slightest delay, Qingyang Huan stepped forward and walked along the blood-colored path, entering the gap between the two towering gods and mountains.

Looking up at the sky, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, the dawn shone brightly, and the hurricane blew between the clouds.

Thundered.

The sky seemed to crack open one after another, and the wind blew down from the cracks, causing the wind to roar.

The blood-colored path twists and turns between the peaks and mountains, winding nine twists and turns, and each turn brings him a different scene change.

Rise!

When Qingyang Huan turned more than ten corners, a dragon chant shook the sky, and between the towering Shenyue on both sides, a huge dragon head poked out from between the clouds and mist.

The dragon's horns, like black jade, stretched open the sky, and the huge dragon head filled the gap between the mountains.

Call!

Qing Yang Huan saw this huge beast clearly.

A huge real dragon.

The two eyes like the sun of the gods stared at him, and between his breaths, he exhaled and turned into wind and clouds, sweeping the mountains and rivers and the earth.

Emperor Realm True Dragon!

Seeing this big guy, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but show a touch of surprise, you must know that he is an expert in stealing.

Even in the dragon clan, the strongest of the true dragon clan seems to be only the Destiny King Realm, how can he get an Emperor Realm dragon from the family.

The real dragon in front of him, with wings on his back, covering the sky and the sun between fanning, his limbs are like heavenly pillars, piercing into the vast smoke and clouds, even if his head is lowered, it still supports this piece of sky.

"Heaven, come back. ”

The next moment, a soft groan condensed between the clouds and mist, and the true dragon let out a low groan, glanced at Qingyang Huan, and then swept through the sky, and the huge body dissipated like smoke and dust.

When the dragon that covered the sky disappeared, Qingyang Huan saw the blocked picture, on the towering peaks, the cliffs, and the wind was cold.

On the cliff, a seemingly weak figure in a green robe sat on the rocky protrusion from the top of the cliff, looking at him with a smile.

"Look at what, don't call grandpa yet. ”

"Take advantage of me, I'm your ....... ”

Qingyang Huan was stunned, and almost blurted out, quickly silently reciting his own ancestors, his own ancestors.

It's really an ancestor, not taking advantage.

Looking at Qingyanghuan's expression about to change into the color of a sauce donkey, the cyan figure sitting on the cliff gently patted the real figure that had just returned to him, turning into a one-foot-sized real, smiling.

"I've seen my ancestors. ”

Qingyang Huan saluted a little embarrassedly, grandpa, he really couldn't shout, anyway, they are all ancestors, so let's just shout like this.

"Something happened, and it ignited the scent of blood. ”

Then Qingyanghuan didn't hide it, the ancestors shouted, what else is there to hide.

Tell yourself the idea of perfecting your tactics and see if you can get the guidance of your ancestors.

"Hmm. ”

On the cliff, I don't know which generation of ancestors, pondered slightly, and re-lowered his eyes to Qingyang Huan's body.

"Look!"

Airplanes!

The next moment, he stretched out one of his hands and slapped it down against Qingyang Huan, falling down like a fluttering feather.

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