"What do you want to do?!"

Jiao Wushuang's face changed, trying to drink the mountain back.

Zhenshan's face was indifferent:

"This patriarch came here this time, just to seek justice for my barbarian!"

His voice was deep, and his blood was drumming between his words, and all the barbarians in the field could hear it clearly.

The mountain climbed to the high platform, and the two patriarchs of Lu Jiang and Xi Ming arched and guarded beside him, and vaguely formed a confrontation with Jiao Wushuang.

Zhenshan looked at the barbarians in the audience and said:

"I have a word, please listen to it."

On him, a coercion spread out, and the square suddenly fell silent.

"Zhenshan, the barbarian god is in front, don't mess around!"

Jiao Wushuang said sharply.

"Am I messing around?"

Zhenshan sneered, "What kind of barbarian god is he, holding such a big shelf in front of us?" ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the square, and the barbarians heard a voice from the stage:

"You are all the elite of the tribe, you must be assertive, please think about it carefully, what does your life today have to do with the barbarian gods?"

Hearing him say this, the barbarians in the field all stared at each other and thought about it, and said again:

"Have you prayed earnestly to the barbarian gods, and have the barbarian gods answered you?

You sacrificed the blood and food you had hunted hard to the barbarian gods, and the barbarian gods did give something back?

When you were starving, did the barbarian gods give you food?

When you were wounded, did the barbarian gods heal your wounds? ”

His eyes burned as he looked at the figure made of light on the high platform:

"Where is God when my barbarians are oppressed?

Where is God when my barbarians are cornered?

When our barbarians fought bloody battles and fought the land of Lingnan in order to survive, where was God? ”

He said softly:

"And now, my barbarian clan has gained a firm foothold on the land of Lingnan, but suddenly a guy who claims to be a god jumps out and wants to step on the heads of all of us?!

The status and prestige of the barbarians are the result of their own struggle and fighting, what do we have to do with today's achievements? ! ”

"Zhenshan, don't bewitch the crowd! After all, the barbarian gods created us, and without the barbarian gods, even the barbarians would not exist! ”

Jiao Wushuang scolded.

"Ridiculous!"

Zhenshan snorted coldly:

"How do you know what purpose the barbarian gods created us?!"

He turned to face the many barbarians in the audience:

"The human race can become a true immortal, the demon race can become sacred, and even the feather clan, in ancient times, there were ascenders.

And I, the barbarian, the dignified Lingnan overlord, are trapped in the shackles of cultivation and can't take that last step!

Guys, don't you think there's something wrong here? ”

Hearing this, the barbarians in the audience all changed their faces, and they felt a little scrutiny.

罽山 Langsheng said:

"I'm afraid that our bodies have already been laid down by the gods we once revered and used to control us!"

"All gods and people are lies!"

"The barbarian gods have never had mercy on us barbarians!"

"You have to think clearly, now that the barbarian god is born, his strength is weak, if he grows up, my barbarian will never come out!"

"If He never saw us as a people, why should we treat Him as a god?!"

The words of the mountain were loud.

"Instead of being bound by a hypocritical god, we should be in charge of our own destiny!"

He took a step forward, and his voice resounded throughout the Holy Mountain:

"Today, we will share the barbarian gods and replenish ourselves, and I swear here!"

"If I become a god, I should lead the barbarians out of the wilderness!"

"If I become a god, I should make the barbarians respect, and all the tribes will bow down!"

"If I become a god, I should complete my bloodline, so that all my barbarians can become holy and become ancestors!"

"If I become a god, I will be the new god of the barbarians!"

At this moment, the momentum of the mountain is like a rainbow, and the hearts of the barbarians are shaken, and the prestige of the mountain has reached its peak.

"The revitalization of the barbarians should start with me!"

With a long roar, his body jumped up, and he suppressed the light and shadow on the high platform!

He knew very well that the current barbarian god had just been resurrected, and even if his essence was very high, his strength was far inferior to his own.

The reason why he said this is because he wants to justifiably take the position of the barbarian god in his hands!

Not only does he use the flesh and blood of the barbarian god to complete himself, but he also wants to make himself the new god of the barbarians, and all the worship and faith must be in his hands!

The wind and thunder are howling, and the mountains are suppressed!

The barbarian god stood there, seemingly calm.

When the mountain angrily denounced the barbarian gods, he did not move.

When he showed his ambition, he didn't move.

When he moved, he didn't move.

When the mountain came to Him, and the attack was about to fall, He moved!

"Bang!"

The light and shadow picked up the scepter beside him, and smashed a stick on the face of Zhenshan!

Zhenshan was directly knocked to the ground, looking confused.

He covered his face and got up from the ground.

What happened?

Zhenshan looked at the light and shadow in front of him, and was about to strike again, but another stick fell, sinking with great force, and smashed him to the ground.

How so?!

There was a hot pain on his face, letting him know that he was not dreaming.

But he was obviously one of the strongest people in the barbarian race, and he was able to fight the Mahayana monk, why would he be beaten down with a cane like a mortal?

The barbarian god has just been resurrected, how can he have the power to defeat him?

Shan couldn't understand the truth in this, but the barbarian god in front of him raised his scepter again.

Under the light and shadow, a female voice came out, with undisguised anger:

"Who is going to be the god of your barbarians!"

Not far away.

On the statue of the barbarian god.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu watched the barbarian god raise his staff and beat the mountain violently.

That scepter seemed to have a secret power, and when it fell, the power and supernatural powers of Zhenshan's body were sealed, as if he had become a mortal, and he could only be beaten with his head in his hands.

The barbarian god was happy to fight, and noticed Jiao Wushuang on the side, so even he beat him together.

Under the high stage, all the barbarians were stunned, watching the farce on the stage.

Lu Xuan touched a watermelon that couldn't speak from the storage magic weapon, cut it and handed it half to Cheng Lingzhu, and the two of them watched while eating.

One thing to say, when Zhenshan spoke up for the barbarians and angrily reprimanded the gods, Lu Xuan was very surprised.

Because the idea of Zhenshan's speech is too clear and incitative, every sentence is cut to the place that can touch the audience the most.

The level of education is too high, unlike purebred barbs.

But that doesn't change the outcome.

Because when the barbarian god appeared, Lu Xuan cast a secret method and carried out a long-distance transmission to him.

The barbarian god who stacked the buff was naturally a violent attack on the mountain.

Think about it carefully, if Lu Xuan hadn't been present today, this matter would probably have developed into another ending-

"The king of the barbarians ate the barbarian gods, and they devoured his flesh and became the new gods."

"It's quite epic."

Cheng Lingzhu looked at the farce on the stage, thinking that the course of history had been changed like this, and couldn't help laughing.