Ling Mo took a long breath, opened his eyes and woke up, Fang Cai's wonderful experience made him never forget it until now, the heavenly sound like Huang Zhong Dalu was deeply engraved in his mind.

He had never imagined that the family heirloom heart would be so extraordinary, and such a miraculous change could occur in a world with aura.

Ling Mo felt that his body seemed to be a little different from before, but he couldn't say it. I just feel that my body has become lighter and my mind is more pure and ethereal, but this is not a bad thing.

After repairing for a while, Ling Mo got up and walked out of the tent.

The sky in Garris's world has always been like this, with only a bleak light in the dimness, and it is impossible to judge the passage of time.

Ling Mo talked with a soldier beside him, only to learn that four hours had passed since the previous war. It also means that it took him more than three hours to cultivate the Pure Xuantian Heart Technique!

During the exchange, he also learned that by using the breathing method to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, he could avoid the need to eat, after all, he was absorbing energy to replenish his body.

Indeed, after cultivating the Pure Xuantian Heart Technique, he didn't feel hungry at all, but felt full of energy and his mental state was also excellent.

Before, he was still wondering how the Kshadra tribe survived in this barren and desolate land. It turned out that they only needed to use special methods to cultivate a small amount of food for emergencies, and they relied on breathing to draw energy on weekdays.

While the two were talking, the old leader walked out into the clearing, apparently about to announce something important.

Having just experienced a tough battle, the Kshadra tribe must have discussed and worked out the next way to go. This ruined tribe of only 100 people immediately gathered around the old leader, and they were all very concerned about this matter.

The old leader supported his already rickety body with a cane made of elderberry, and looked around the people of his tribe with his deep eyes.

But when his gaze swept over Ling Mo's body, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he suddenly coughed violently, almost choking himself.

Such an old age is not empty, he quickly came back to his senses, on the surface he seemed to be quiet, but in fact, he was already shocked to the extreme.

Because he found that in just a few hours, Ling Mo had gone from an "ordinary person" to a bottleneck that was unattainable for ordinary people for decades, and became a realm-breaking level warrior.

The old leader stood in place, a little dazed for a while, and his mind was blank for five or six seconds. At this moment, the only thought in his mind was, am I dreaming?

It can be said that having lived for such an age, today... Hell...

It was also from this moment that the old leader truly believed that Ling Mo was the savior of the legendary Garris world!

The old man cleared his throat, as the leader of a tribe, he had already made a decision, and this decision would affect the fate of the entire Kshadra tribe, as well as its survival.

But in any case, he will not regret it, because this is the last chance of the Khandhara tribe, which has been passed down for thousands of years.

"Warriors of Kshadra, I have to tell you one thing, after the fire was extinguished, the great prophet from the Anus tribe once said that one day, a savior will come from another world, leading countless warriors in our Garis world to rekindle the fire and let the light return to the world!"

The old man's speech was slow, and his voice was hoarse and low, but there was an irresistible majesty and momentum between his words, a courage that belonged to a warrior, and the courage of a leader.

It was also the first time that the people gathered in the clearing heard this, and they whispered to each other, and they all secretly looked at Ling Mo with their spare eyes, after all, his clothes did not match everyone, and his origin was extremely mysterious.

"And I want to tell you today that this savior has come to our world, and he is in our tribe, and his name is Ling Mo!"

The old leader's gaze was tightly pressed towards Ling Mo, the brilliance in his eyes was extraordinary, full of fighting spirit and hope, not at all like an old man who was in his last years and half of his body was about to sink into the ground.

"With the blessing of the heroic spirits of our ancestors, the Savior came to our Kshadra tribe and defeated a Twin Sword Demon with his own hands. For the first time in nearly 300 years, we have repelled the tide of demons! ”

And that's just the beginning! We Garris warriors have never retreated, and we will reclaim our world under the leadership of the Savior! ”

"This world is the world of our Garris! And it's time for us to show those monsters the power of humanity! ”

The old man's every word was sonorous and powerful, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes were also full of tears...

Everyone's eyes looked at Ling Mo and changed, full of respect and fanaticism. It is the strongest warriors in the tribe, in addition to the strong battle accident in their eyes, they also have a bit of respect and expectation.

The old chieftain is now the oldest warrior of the Kshadra tribe and has led the entire tribe to live in this desolate land for more than fifty years. Everyone has long believed in his words, and now his few words have ignited the fighting spirit and desire in everyone's hearts.

This is the world of our Garris, and no one can snatch it! Even those disgusting monsters!

At this moment, everyone's hearts are thinking like this, because they can't attract the attention of monsters, so they can't shout out the flame of hope that ignites in their hearts at this moment, but all the warriors are already clenching their fists...

"Our warriors of Garris, there is not a single coward!"

"From today onwards, we, the Kshatra tribe, will march towards the Holy City. Whether it's Lord Savior, or all the Garris warriors, they will become stronger. We're going to wipe out these monsters and take back our world! ”

The last two sentences, the old man had already roared, and everyone could feel his determination and fearless temperament of vowing to live and die with the tribe. His tense body still couldn't straighten up, but it made people feel extremely tall and majestic.

Ling Mo stood aside and watched everything silently, but there was a bit of helplessness in his heart.

Sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy, this old man made such a play, and now whether he is a savior or not, whether he wants to be this savior or not, he must be.

Now he has been tied to the entire Kshadra tribe on a warship, advancing and retreating together, sharing glory and disgrace.

He had to rely on the Kshadra tribe to get to the Holy City, and it was only under the guidance of the old leader that he successfully found a way to cultivate.

In the previous conversation, Ling Mo learned that although those monsters could not directly enter the Holy City, there would be more powerful monsters around the Holy City, specializing in intercepting the human race, and he was not so arrogant that he felt that he could enter the Holy City by himself.

This old man's attitude was not so firm before, but after seeing his strength breakthrough this time, he directly broke him as the savior, which can be said to be extremely decisive, so that he couldn't argue at all.

But to a certain extent, he also admired this old man very much. For the Kshadha tribe, his strength is not the most important, the important thing is that after outlining the image of a savior, it will bring hope to the entire tribe.

In the course of seven hundred years of confrontation with monsters, generations of Garris have lost their faith. Not only are the numbers becoming more and more scarce, but the people who survived under the haze of the dead have lost a lot of fighting spirit.

And now, at the instigation of the old chief, a victory, a savior, a blueprint for a better future. It completely arouses the hope in everyone's hearts, so that people in the darkness can see a ray of light, sometimes, it is enough!

Ling Mo looked at the tears in the corners of the old leader's eyes and his rickety body, touched his chin, and suddenly felt that it seemed good to be a savior.

(End of chapter)