The marriage ceremony, which was full of tragedy, later became a joke in the entire Eternal Continent, and people who didn't know how to see the excitement and understand people shook their heads one by one, as if they had smelled a storm coming.

Seven days later, the appearance of the Gusu city lord who was about thirty years old, pulled a coffin made of right thousand-year-old cold iron, and went out of the city with a lost face, believing that when he arrived in Gusu City, the corpse in the coffin would also be well preserved, and the cold power of the cold iron was very terrifying.

In the past seven days, most of the senior generals of the city defense army were killed, and the nine clans were lightly assigned to Yizhou City, becoming the meat shield of the siege.

In the past seven days, some famous figures in the imperial court fell to the ground, and the whole family was killed, but none of them survived.

All of this was Chu Yu personally supervising the battle in the back, and his knife was Li Yapeng's Wings of Death.

For a time, everyone looked at the wings of death, and everyone was terrified.

It was also after everything was done that Deathwing, quietly departing, and with them, there was also the nomadic envoys.

Chu Yu still let go of this opportunity to go under the knife, maybe he felt that the time was not yet ripe.

"Boom" Chen Gou and Teng Ye sat on the carriage and were silent, until this moment, they still didn't let go of their hearts, for fear that Chu Yu would suddenly change his mind and take advantage of them.

And next to them, this group of Deathwings is the best butchers.

In the past few days, they have experienced the horror of Deathwing, they are a group of outlaws, and they will not give up until they achieve their goal!

Only Chen Gou, the old god was there, squinting his eyes, silently thinking about the game of power and power in his heart.

The horse ran as he wanted, walked all the way through the Skylark Pass, passed through the Skylark Official Road, and finally arrived at Yizhou City.

Chen Gou and the others stopped for a while, replenished their food, and headed towards the Holy Snow Mountain.

Before leaving, Li Yapeng sent his horse to the gate of the city, his and Chen Gou's eyes met in the air, and after nodding to each other, they left separately.

There are some words, needless to say, they all understand each other's minds.

Next, walking in the icy and snowy world, Chen Gou still did not cultivate, but tried his best to empty himself, forgetting everything related to power and struggle, leaving only his obsession with cultivation, as well as his cognition of this world and the re-understanding of the power of sacrifice.

Soon, they returned to the foot of the Holy Snow Mountain again, and what Teng Ye was worried about did not happen after all, after all, the Teng clan was able to gain a foothold in this nomadic territory for thousands of years, and it had its heritage.

As soon as he returned home, Chen Gou once again chose to enter the Holy Snow Mountain to cultivate.

When Chen Gou came to the Holy Snow Mountain again, a wave of ripples slowly came from the Holy Snow Mountain, and Chen Gou clearly felt the fluctuation of the power of the sacrifice.

So he chose a relatively remote position, sat down cross-legged, and Chen Gou once again remembered the "Sacrificial Ceremony" in his mouth.

I saw that the entire Holy Snow Mountain suddenly shone at this time, and the sacrificial sound was endless, resonating with Chen Gou's sacrificial voice.

"Look, the Holy Snow Mountain is shining! The prophecy has come true, and our god of war is about to return!"

"Holy Snow Mountain bless!" all the people of the Teng clan prostrate on the ground, kneeling reverently towards the Holy Snow Mountain.

"Buzzing" Chen Gou felt a trace of sacrificial power, which slowly flowed into his meridians along his skin, and after running in a circle in the meridians, it actually rushed to his abdomen.

The next moment, a tearing pain surged into Chen Gou's heart, making him sweat profusely and almost collapse.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered.

In this world, there has never been absolute fairness, and only continuous efforts can obtain more powerful power.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths, Chen Gou's body trembled, but the sacrificial power did not have any intention of stopping, in his abdomen, expanding the territory.

With a "bang", Chen Gou felt that there was a membrane or barrier in his abdomen, which was torn open in an instant, and a heart-piercing pain surged into Chen Gou's heart, making him almost faint.

Chen Gou bit his tongue and insisted desperately, and in his heart, he still insisted on reciting the "Sacrifice Ceremony".

"Buzzing" is like a stream returning, and the sacrificial power that entered Chen Gou's body surged again, filling towards the space that Chen Gou had torn apart, and that space seemed to be endless, holding all things.

Slowly, it was no longer so painful, but there was a crispy and itchy feeling, which surged into his heart, Chen Gou was happy, but he did not stop reciting the "Sacrifice Ceremony".

After a long time, the sacrificial power between heaven and earth slowly receded, and Chen Gou also retreated from the emptiness.

Feeling the changes in himself, it seems that his abdomen, like an ocean, contains endless sacrificial power.

"In that case, let's call it the Sea of Sacrifice!" Chen Oumo said.

From this moment on, his body, in addition to his right arm and the fingers of his left hand, has a broader place that can accommodate the power of sacrifice, which will provide Chen Gou with a steady stream of sacrificial power, as long as the sea of sacrifice does not dry up, Chen Gou can fight one by one.

At this time, the strange purple Yan also ran out to join in the fun, it happily wandered in the sea of sacrifices, or like a god, patrolling its own territory, occasionally setting a fire to calcinate some impurities that Chen Gou could not detect.

When Chen Gou sank down his mind and body again and entered his sacrificial sea, he felt a grand breath, which seemed to be another sacrificial power, he slowly thought about it, compared it, and finally found that this was the Teng family, for thousands of years, the power generated by worshipping and praying in front of the Holy Snow Mountain every day, after being absorbed by this Holy Snow Mountain, after thousands of years of refining and purification, it has become a pure sacrificial power.

"It seems that this bureau has been laid down since thousands of years ago!" Chen Gou muttered.

Since there is no way to resist and change anything, then only keep working hard to make yourself stronger, powerful enough to be able to control your own destiny, and at that moment, the truth will be revealed to the world.

When the sound of sacrifice disappeared, the Holy Snow Mountain shone out a piece of bright aura in the sun, and a young man, from which aura slowly walked out, carrying the sun on his back, staring at the halo, bringing hope to the people of the Teng clan.

"Holy Snow Mountain bless, the God of War is back!"

"God of War!"

The people of the Teng clan roared, thousands of years of waiting have finally come true today.

When everyone saw that the person who had returned was Chen Gou, they were not stunned, nor were they lost, they were ecstatic one by one, because this god of war was actually from their own race, and he was the son of the patriarch.

"The God of War will definitely lead our Teng Clan's Iron Cavalry, break through Yizhou City, sweep through the Shaking Light Dynasty, and let us live a prosperous life!"