Jiang Han's words, the sloppy old man thought that he could hear them clearly, and even he felt very surprised by the title of "big leader".

After the shock, the other leaders trembled with excitement, ignored the mud by the lake, knelt on one knee, put their right fist close to their left chest, exerted all their strength, and shouted in their loudest voices: "Meet the big leader." ”

The black-clothed subordinates who followed, in the same posture as the leader, knelt on one knee and shouted in unison: "Meet the big leader." ”

"Whoa," a sharp wolf howl ran through the entire Hell Valley.

Immediately after, the ground began to tremble, the surface of the lake rippled in layers, and the galloping figure of the black-scaled giant wolf loomed in the jungle.

The sloppy old man pursed his lips, raised the gourd and poured a sip of wine, and said in a sour tone: "The fart is bigger, why are the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods all coming out." ”

"Whew..."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of wolf howls sounded in his ears, as if he was very dissatisfied with his complaining words, and the frightened old man almost held the wine gourd in his hand.

With the wolf's howl, a giant black scaly wolf leaped from a distance and landed gently to the edge of the lake without making a sound.

This wolf is more majestic and tall than other scaly wolves, the ordinary scaly wolf is more than three meters tall, and it is a full five meters tall.

There is a palm-sized golden scale under its neck, and a single horn in the center of its eyebrows, which is immediately recognizable to the leader of the wolf pack.

"The Wolf King... It's the wolf king coming. Mu Ze burst into tears with excitement, and said more affirmatively: "It's the big leader, he is definitely the big leader, except for the return of the big leader, no one in the world can make the wolf king out of the mountain." ”

Mu Ge could naturally hear the sound on the shore of the lake, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it.

As the black stone tripod slowly rotated, the golden light emitted from the golden left arm bone became more dazzling, and all the petals attached to all the wounds on Mu Ge's left arm and shoulder fell off.

Six lines of blood flew out of the wound and merged into the arm bone.

At this moment, the wooden box that was taken by the sloppy old man seemed to be summoned by a mysterious power, and flew above Mu Ge's head to open it by itself.

The totem battle flag is separated from the wooden box and waved in the wind.

The sword grass on the battle banner shot out a sharp golden light, piercing through the heavens and the earth, tearing the sky.

The bones the size of fingernails, also shining with golden light, hung above the black stone dome.

A wound opened at the center of Mu Ge's eyebrows, and the blood line was connected to the bone above the stone ding.

At this moment, Mu Ge was like a god of war in golden armor, sacred and solemn.

As the blood in the body connected with the bones in the upper and lower parts of the stone tripod, the hard bones seemed to be melted into liquid, burrowing into the body from various wounds.

The pain stimulates the nerves, as if thousands of insects enter the body along the wound, eating bones and sucking the marrow.

The pain in the arm was still within a tolerable range, and the pain caused by the golden liquid flowing into the skull from the center of the eyebrows was like someone holding an awl and priing open the heavenly spirit cover little by little.

"Ahh

Mu Ge roared loudly, eager to smash everything in front of him, but in the empty lake, there was nothing for him to vent except for the rocks under his feet.

The golden light gradually dimmed, and the bones of his left arm and the size of a fingernail were completely integrated into his body.

The black stone tripod rotated upward, flush with the totem battle flag.

The pattern of the tripod body lit up with golden light, and one of the patterns fell off from the tripod body, turning into a golden streamer wrapped around his left arm, forming a pattern similar to the tattoo on his right arm.

It wasn't until everything was done that the black stone tripod stopped spinning, and the black light flashed and disappeared.

Mu Ge sat cross-legged on the rock, his eyes closed and unmoving, the breeze blowing, and the totem battle flag fell with the wind, covering his shoulders like a cloak.

The entire Spirit Lake returned to calm with the vanishing of all visions.

Whether it was a sloppy old man, or a shepherd from Hell Valley, including thousands of scaly wolves, they were all waiting quietly on the shore of the lake, no one was disturbed, and even their breathing was deliberately suppressed.

At this time, Mu Ge was in a strange space, surrounded by a barren grassland, and the sunset was slanting, and the ground was full of red and withered grass.

Turning his head to look around, there was a familiar feeling of this place.

I remember being here the first two times when I was unconscious, but there was no fighting.

"Are you my heir?"

Mu Ge, who was still observing the environment, heard a voice behind him and hurriedly turned around.

At sunset, the man with long hair and shawl sat on the grass with his back to him, his upper body was naked, a piece of animal skin around his waist, and he was holding a wine gourd in his hand and drinking with his head up, and a golden broadsword as tall as an ordinary person was inserted beside him.

Mu Ge took two steps back vigilantly and asked, "Who are you, and where am I?"

The man was a little puzzled, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "My name is Shepherd, the barbarian god of the wilderness. ”

"Mu, Barbarian God?" Mu Ge frowned, he had never heard of a barbarian god in the Barbarian Continent, but he had heard the old patriarch say the name of the barbarian god, and asked rhetorically: "Then do you know the barbarian god?"

"The desolate god is my disciple, and he is also..."The barbarian god wanted to speak and stopped, looked up at the sunset, and said with emotion: "The sunset can also rise again, and if the god dies, it will eventually become loess." ”

Mu Ge didn't know what he meant, and wanted to open his mouth to ask, but the barbarian god didn't give him a chance.

Putting down the wine gourd, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed him in the air, and the black stone tripod hidden in the center of his eyebrows flew out and landed in the palm of the barbarian god.

"Since you are my heir, you should bear my mission. The barbarian god looked down at Shi Ding, and if he had no head or tail, Mu Ge was even more confused when he listened.

Then with a wave of his arm, Shi Ding flew back to hide in the center of his eyebrows.

A memory image that did not belong to him appeared in his mind along with Shi Ding.

In the image, nine figures sit cross-legged around Shi Ding.

The first figure's right arm flickered with various runes of golden light in turn, and the rest of the place was dim.

The second figure's left arm flashed with golden runes.

The remaining seven realms were just illusory figures, without any runes.

I wanted to ask the barbarian god what was going on, but when I opened my eyes, I found that the barren grassland had disappeared, and I was sitting cross-legged on the rock in the center of the Spirit Lake.

"Is it an illusion?" Mu Ge closed his eyes again, and the image in his memory resurfaced, and the runes on the left and right arms of the two figures emitted golden light one by one in a specific order.

Each of the hundreds of runes could be seen clearly.

Mu Ge opened his eyes and told himself with certainty: "It's not an illusion. ”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the totem battle flag draped over his shoulders, and gently picked it up and unfolded it against the wind.

Although the golden light scattered before the sword grass on the battle flag was constricted, the posture of standing proudly and wanting to pierce the sky was still invincible.

"Whew..."

The wolf king roared, causing all the scaly giant wolves to raise their heads to the sky and roar in unison, as if welcoming their owners back.

The four leaders of Hell Valley have been on one knee, and when they saw Mu Ge wake up, they led all the shepherds to shout in unison: "Welcome back the big leader." ”

Xue Lian looked at the figure on the rock in the middle of the lake, tears were already on her face, and she kept repeating in a voice that she could only hear: "It's you, it's really you..."

The corners of the sloppy old man's eyes were a little moist, his right hand was tightly pinched the wine gourd, and he looked at the totem battle flag in Mu Ge's hand, with a solemn and solemn expression.