As Jiang Xiaorou walked step by step onto the Divine Bone Altar, a red line appeared in the sky in the distance, and then, thousands of miles of red clouds rolled in, dyeing the sky above this land a blood-like crimson color. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The red cloud hung down, as if the canopy was about to drip viscous plasma down the ground.

In the desolate land, there is a peerless woman who watches this scene from afar.

The woman's appearance is a little similar to Jiang Xiaorou, but there is less childishness in Jiang Xiaorou, and more mature and charming.

She watched Jiang Xiaorou's every movement and demeanor, but her heart was not relaxed.

They are a desolate clan, inheriting these endless years, they have been carrying the mission of belonging to the desolate clan, from ancient times to the present, their bloodline is slowly weakening.

Now, they don't have much power.

The desolate kings of all dynasties must be recognized by the altar of divine bones, and awaken the ancient bloodline on the altar.

However, not every generation of desolate kings can awaken successfully, and in the history of the desolate clan, there has been a lack of desolate kings.

Moreover, even if it is awakened, there are preliminary awakenings, deep awakenings, and perfect awakenings, and so on, and there is a huge gap between them.

With the passage of time, perhaps because of the passage of the power of the Divine Bone Altar, there are fewer and fewer people who have been able to deeply awaken the ancient bloodline of the desolate kings in the past ten million years.

The peerless woman in front of her, thousands of years ago, had deeply awakened the ancient bloodline, she ruled the desolate clan, not only powerful, but also humble and humble, is a generation of virtuous kings.

However, twenty years ago, a great accident occurred, which left her severely damaged and her blood damaged.

Although she is still strong, the damage to her bloodline makes it difficult for her to drive the Desolate Holy Spirit, which is very important to the Desolate Clan.

In this turbulent world, without the Holy Spirit of the Desolate Clan, the inheritance of their Desolate Clan may be destroyed in one fell swoop.

Let Jiang Xiaorou step on the altar of divine bones and try to awaken the bloodline under the age of twenty, which has not happened in the last millions of years.

Jiang Xiaorou was too young to complete such a ritual, but she had to do it because...... They don't have time anymore.

"Niangniang, are you worried?"

Beside the woman, a young man in Tsing Yi said respectfully, this young man is the shepherd boy who came to Tai'a Divine City and rescued Yi Yun.

The woman nodded slightly and sighed, "Worried...... I also feel distressed, Rou'er has been separated from me since she was a child, she grew up alone in the cloud wilderness, suffered all the hardships of the world, and finally reunited with me, but I can't give her much love, but I want her to walk on the altar of divine bones and carry the mission of my wilderness clan......"

"Rou'er has a special physique, even if she is young, she may be recognized by the Holy Spirit and become a real king of the wilderness...... It's just that...... The bitterness in her heart made me unable to let go. ”

After listening to the woman's words, the shepherd boy hesitated slightly, considered his words, and said: "Niangniang, Qingkui has the courage to say, that young man named Yi Yun should always be remembered by the young master...... Because of the separation from him, the young master lost some smiles......"

"Yi Yun ......" The woman took a deep breath, but shook her head slightly, "Over the years, I also know some of his actions, if he is just a mediocre person, it is okay to stay in the desolate clan and reunite with Rou'er, but this son is not a thing in the pool, don't expect him to stay in the desolate clan in peace, and in the future, he is bound to stir up the storm, I have a hunch that if Rou'er has too much negotiation with him, it may cause disaster." ”

"Back then, I insisted on going my own way and suffered a loss, which is also something I was worried about, and some things, even if I deliberately avoided them, it was difficult to avoid ......"

As the woman spoke, she sighed faintly, and at this time, Jiang Xiaorou had already walked to the top of the Divine Bone Altar.

She raised her hand, held the totem bone staff, and held it high, and the wide sleeves hung down, revealing Jiang Xiaorou's white and porcelain-like lotus arms, which were particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of the red clouds in the sky.

Whining......

Between heaven and earth, a strong wind rises.

Jiang Xiaorou's long hair and red robe were swept by the wind, and a bleak and vast aura instantly spread throughout the entire land.

All the desolate beasts trembled slightly when this breath pressed downward, and they seemed to feel something, and they raised their heads one after another and looked at the altar of divine bones.

The wind is getting louder and louder, and the wind is like thunder!

The red clouds also rolled with the wind, surging like a tidal wave.

In the midst of this strong wind, the woman standing alone on the high altar, her cloak dancing behind her, and her cane pointing straight to the sky, seemed to be about to ride away from the wind and clouds.

Woooooo

The endless red clouds that stretched for thousands of miles, driven by Jiang Xiaorou's movements, began to converge towards the Divine Bone Altar, and the red clouds set off a huge red vortex, and the endless power of the desolation gathered here, forming a furious ocean of energy!

At this moment, Jiang Xiaorou's expression was solemn, and the blood in her whole body seemed to have been summoned by the ancient, becoming more and more scorching.

On her forehead, three points of cinnabar shimmered, and above the sky, the red clouds converged to the center and began to rotate and extend towards Jiang Xiaorou, looking from a distance, the entire canopy was like a huge funnel.

Jiang Xiaorou sang the ancient scriptures of the desolate clan, and the syllables of these scriptures condensed into bright red characters, circulating around, and the totem at the end of the bone staff in her hand also seemed to come to life.

Finally, the red clouds in the sky fell on Jiang Xiaorou's slender body, and the beautiful and small shadow was engulfed by endless blood, and the vast aura that filled the heavens and the earth also changed, and a murderous aura suddenly came.

The desolate beasts around the Divine Bone Altar couldn't help but suppress their already prostrate bodies even more, as if they were afraid of this huge force.

The red cloud became more and more violent, and Jiang Xiaorou's figure standing in it was as weak and slender as a feather.

Shrouded by the endless power of desolation, Jiang Xiaorou's gaze was very calm.

At this moment, what she was thinking about was not the desolate clan, not the ancient bloodline that was about to awaken, but the bits and pieces of her past.

Once, she was just a poor girl in the middle of the clouds, working every day, often staying up all night, but even so, she had to worry about food.

Such a miserable day seems to be unbearable, but when I recall it, there are bits and pieces of happiness......

At that time, Yi Yun was everything to her, and she was the spiritual sustenance to live.

She was happy for Yi Yun's growth, and she was overjoyed that Yi Yun became a member of Jinlongwei.

originally thought that she would be a happy and ordinary woman in her life, watching her younger brother become famous and taking care of him silently. But she didn't want her fate to be so bizarre, one day, she would stand on this altar, surrounded by endless desolate beasts, to carry a mission that was so strange to her......

She was given supremacy, but it was not what she wanted.

Standing on this altar now, she only felt an indescribable loneliness......

...... (To be continued.) )