"Bastard, if you reduce one percent of the annual food, you can send a clan member and a human slave! Then next time the Baihun clan will reduce the annual food by half, will you be able to send my head?"

"If they give away all the rations, will you be able to give away the whole tribe?"

The patriarch's scolding, like thunder, made Du Jing's face turn pale in an instant.

Watching the patriarch Ge Xiong punch and kick Du Jing, turning into a pig's head in an instant, the teenagers couldn't help but gasp.

However, at this time, Jiang Cheng, who was in a strange state under the shroud of the light of the ancestral spirit totem's protection, was full of eyesight.

Don't look at the patriarch Ge Xiong beating hard, but he only hurts the flesh and not the bones.

It's not that the patriarch Ge Xiong is favoritism or is too excited, but he hates iron and steel, after all, there are only a few soul warriors in the Geshan tribe.

"You bastard"

"Okay, Ah Xiong, Du Jing's starting point is good, and it is also for the sake of the clan, but he has forgotten the original intention of the ancestral spirit totem to give the war spirit, and the meaning of the ancestral spirit totem to save zài!" Ah Gong, who had a white beard and hair, stopped the atrocity of the patriarch Ge Xiong in a timely manner.

"Du Jing, do you remember this qiē?" the white-haired Ah Gong's voice changed, and he turned to Du Jing, who was curled up on the ground.

Du Jing, who was questioned by Ah Gong, slowly raised his head, and his face was full of confusion written on his blue nose and swollen face.

"Guard, guard!"

"Protect the tribe, protect the relatives, protect the clansmen, protect the weak, guard the honor, protect the qiē"

"But Ah Gong, I am indeed thinking about the clan and protecting the clan. ”

After finishing speaking, Ah Gong sighed: "There are no clansmen, where is the clan Du Jing, think about it!"

Du Jing's lips twitched, and he was stuck there.

"Ah Cheng, you have been blessed by misfortune this time, and you have attracted the ancestral spirit totem to protect Lingwei. However, this is also the blessing that your steadfast and fearless heart of protection has won for you.

You Apocalypse Battle Soul Awakeners, the power of the ancestral spirit totem protection induced by it is so powerful that even I, the Spirit Lord, can't do it, and it won't last too long.

You go to the bottom of the ancestral spirit totem pole to bathe the protection power of the ancestral spirit totem, and let the protection power of the ancestral spirit totem cut the hair and wash the marrow for you, quench the body, and heal the dark wounds. ”

Jiang Cheng nodded hurriedly, he didn't expect that the protection power of this ancestral spirit totem could have such an effect.

He had occasionally heard the adults chatting in the Geshan clan, and if Linggong attracted the ancestral spirit totem to protect Lingwei, within a certain range, the clansmen's combat effectiveness would be improved to a certain extent.

Thinking about it, he, a novice who had just obtained the battle soul, was able to defeat the triple white owl of the Chengen Realm with one punch, and it was also because of the protection of this ancestral spirit totem Lingwei.

But then again, the sense of power that overwhelmed one qiē was too powerful and too tempting, which made Jiang Cheng feel an extreme desire for great power in his heart.

It is also strange to say that as Jiang Cheng walked back onto the altar and sat under the ancestral spirit totem pole of the Geshan tribe, the range of protection spirit power scattered by the ancestral spirit totem pole suddenly shrank, gathered into a group, and gathered on Jiang Cheng's body.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng only felt warm and indescribably comfortable.

The limbs and bones seemed to have warm currents flowing, constantly washing his muscles and bones, and Jiang Cheng seemed to be able to feel his muscles and veins bulging under the erosion of that warm current, slowly becoming stronger.

Moments of enjoyment are always short-lived.

Jiang Cheng was awakened by the fishy smell that rushed to his mouth and nose.

When he opened his eyes, the ancestral spirit totem pole, which had just emitted a pale gray protective aura, had already returned to its usual appearance, still standing proudly in this heaven and earth, with a different kind of wind and desolation.

"Brother Jiang Cheng, it stinks to death, go take a bath!" Songyue, who was covering her mouth and nose and frowning lightly, appeared on the side of the altar and threw Jiang Cheng a change of clothes, but in her eyes, she couldn't hide her smile.

Jiang Cheng looked down and saw that a layer of black and shiny oil was pouring out of his body, and he secretly laughed at the legendary thing that such a legendary thing as cutting hair and washing the marrow would also appear on him, and he stood up suddenly.

The moment Jiang Cheng stood up, the horn of the bone joints all over his body burst out, as if there was a dense muffled thunder.

Matsuki's slender hand, which had just been thrown to Jiang Cheng's clothes, froze suddenly, and a hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

Du Jing, who was still standing not far from the ancestral spirit altar and reflecting until this time, was suddenly awakened from his contemplation by this series of thunderous bone explosions.

"If the bones are like thunder, the body is doubled?" When he woke up, Du Jingtuo blurted out involuntarily.

This realm of grace, sometimes young people like to directly call it the realm of quenching the body, but on formal occasions or in the mouths of the elders, it must be said that the realm of grace, otherwise, it is disrespectful to the ancestral spirit.

At the end, a look of loss suddenly rose in Du Jing's eyes: "Is this the horror of the Apocalypse War Spirit Awakener?"

I have been cultivating for more than two months, and I am still one line away from breaking through to the double level of body quenching, but the awakened person of the Apocalypse Battle Soul only bathed in the protective spirit power of the ancestral spirit totem pole for half an hour, and after meditating for several hours, he broke through to the double level of the body quenching realm!"

In a whisper, Du Jing's eyes were full of loneliness.

In just half a day, Jiang Cheng actually smashed all the pride except for his father.

He originally thought that even if Jiang Cheng was the Apocalypse Battle Soul Awakener, but he had been cultivating for two months, this advantage, under his hard work, was not something that Jiang Cheng could catch up with.

But only for half a day

At this time, Jiang Cheng was still a little dazed, staring at his hands a little dazed: "This has broken through to the double level of Cheng'en Realm?

At this time, Jiang Chengru was in a dream.

He had seen Du Jing's hard cultivation in the past two months, but he had not yet broken through to the double level of Cheng'en Realm, which made Jiang Cheng look forward to this so-called Apocalypse Battle Soul Awakener.

Comparing it with the ancestral spirit totem pole, Jiang Cheng suddenly found that he had grown a punch taller, according to what he said when he was on Earth, he was already more than one meter seventy-five tall, an absolute handsome guy.

In Songyue's crystal eyes, Jiang Cheng inhaled suddenly, and with a sudden force under his feet, he rushed towards the Hunjiang River not far away, and the whistling wind suddenly sounded.

The scene of the rapid retreat on his side, the unprecedented speed, made Jiang Cheng involuntarily roar wildly, and the refreshing feeling of gaining great strength emerged vividly at this moment.

"Thirty breaths. ”

Jiang Cheng, who plunged into the Hunhe River, suddenly popped up and spit out this word that was difficult for outsiders to understand.

In the past five years, Jiang Cheng no longer knows how many times he has bathed in the Hunhe River that passes through the tribe, Jiang Cheng does not know how long the Hunhe River is, but the distance from the altar to the river is very clear.

About 500 steps.

In the past, Jiang Cheng needed sixty breaths to reach Li at the fastest speed, but now, he only needs thirty breaths.

Powerful, really powerful.

Jiang Cheng's eyes welled up with a yearning god, he didn't know, and he wanted to know more, after becoming a soul warrior in this world, how powerful he would be in the future?

"Brother Jiang Cheng, come on, the clan is going to hold a bonfire celebration tonight, just waiting for you!" Songyue, who was trotting all the way to catch up, gasped and said, when she saw Jiang Chengjing's red upper body, Songyue covered her eyes with a little blush, but there was a gap between her five fingers.

Jiang Cheng in the river pursed the corners of his mouth, he knew this tradition.

In the clan, every revenant is an extremely valuable power, and every revenant in any tribe who has obtained the war soul must be revealed and celebrated to the clansmen.

After washing off the dirt around his body, Jiang Cheng changed into the clothes brought by Songyue, and was urged by Songyue to go to the tribal camp on the other side.

The black-faced Shi Tie suddenly burst out from behind a big tree, and grabbed Jiang Chengdao tightly: "Brother Cheng, tell me quickly, what is your battle spirit, what kind of battle soul is it?"

"Shi Tie, what are you anxious about, Brother Jiang Cheng has just awakened his war spirit, and he hasn't been instructed by Ah Gong yet, I'm afraid even Brother Jiang Cheng himself doesn't know what his own war spirit is. ”

Speaking of this, Song Yue Chong smiled sweetly at Jiang Cheng and said, "Brother Jiang Cheng is the awakened person of the Apocalypse Battle Soul, I guess, his Battle Spirit must be very powerful." ”

"Of course!" Shi Tie gave Jiang Cheng a thumbs up, and then smiled: "But I still want to know what it is?

If it's a Bird Battle Spirit, then the lowest grade will be the Yellow Rank Upper Grade, right?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Jiang Cheng's eyes, in fact, at the moment of awakening the battle spirit, he vaguely saw the appearance of his battle spirit, but he was not too sure.

This specific qiē will not be known until Ah Gong has pointed out.

The Linggong of each tribe is the guide of the soul warriors of each tribe.

"Okay, let's go, you see, the fire over there has risen, no matter how slow it is, I will be told by Ah Gong again. Songyue pointed to the red light rising in the distance and urged dissatisfiedly.

When the bonfire of the Geshan tribe was raised and the tribal camp began to become lively, the Linggong and patriarch of the Baihu tribe in the city of the Baihun tribe of the Erzhu tribe hundreds of miles away looked extremely solemn because of the news brought by the white owl, and the atmosphere became a little tense.

Not long after, a figure swooped out from the white mud!

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