On the rooftop.

"The people of the Ziwei Sect listen to the order, the twenty-third generation disciple Li Rui, the martial arts cultivation is outstanding, and he has both talent and virtue, and his heart is pure, and the lord of the hall Qin appointed him to take over the new head of the Ziwei Sect, and he will succeed immediately. Ye Qingyu's divine soul power spread throughout the Purple Spirit Mountain, and his undoubted majesty and awe-inspiring voice echoed in the mountain.

Heaven and earth were silent.

Not only the people standing on the square, but even the voices of spirit beasts and spirit birds in the depths of the mountains all stopped abruptly.

At that moment, all living beings felt as if a god had descended into the world, and all the people knelt down to worship the powerful and powerful momentum, and no living beings in this heaven and earth dared to make any movement, only trembling, awe, and surrender.

Li Rui on the side pursed his lips tightly.

The boy seemed to do his best to restrain the trembling and fear of his body.

The hesitation and worry in his eyes were about to turn into irrepressible tears.

He felt countless pairs of eyes, all shrouded in his body, the owner of these gazes, is the object he needs to look up and bow his head on weekdays, and at this time, these eyes, with envy, shock, jealousy and all kinds of expressions, in this life, I have never seen such a scene, never stood in front of everyone, became the center of all attention, and never thought of inheriting the master of a sect.

All of this was brought to him by the supreme god of war beside him, the idol he worshipped.

Li Rui, who was panting excitedly, could no longer hold back the gratitude in his heart.

His eyes were slightly red, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

Ye Qingyu turned his head to look at Li Rui, his expression was a little serious and solemn, and he said softly word by word: "I have already taken you up to Dengyuntai, but whether the people in the Ziwei Sect can obey and convince you still need to rely on yourself, there are still many tricky affairs in the sect that need to be dealt with urgently, your shoulders must become hard and firm today, as long as this is the case, you can revitalize the Ziwei Sect and live up to the name of Ziwei!"

Immediately, he flipped his palm, and a jade jue glowing with white light appeared in his palm.

"There is a swordsmanship here, called the Peerless Fierce General Four Styles, which is the swordsmanship I performed on the sunny wind and drizzle upstairs that day, which is very suitable for your cultivation and exercises, I hope you can make good use of it, and the next time we meet, I look forward to you confronting me again with the confident attitude of the master of a sect." ”

Speaking of this, Ye Qingyu patted the thin shoulder of the young Li Rui.

In the next moment, his figure flickered slightly, turned into a mist, and disappeared in place.

Li Rui looked at the faint light in the sky, and then looked down at the ten thousand eyes that were still paying attention to him.

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He tightly squeezed the jade jue in his palm, which was a little warm, as if it could bring him infinite courage and confidence, and when he opened his eyes again, there was a strange light flashing in his eyes.

It was a new, confident, determined, fearless light.

It seems that at this moment, he finally opened his mind, his timidity faded, and the world was vast.

The figure of this thin young man gradually became tall and straight invisibly.

On the square of the crape myrtle hall.

The charming woman Nanhua looked at the figure of the young man on the cloud platform in the distance, and the scene when she was rescued by him in the breeze drizzle building came to her mind.

At that moment, she seemed to have a new understanding of what people get and what is precious.

......

Above the Celestial Dome.

Ye Qingyu returned to the Temple of Light.

Going to Ziwei Sect today was not because he was tempted by it, but because he had planned it a long time ago.

After leaving Youyan Pass, Ye Qingyu first entered the Snow King Court, then went to Ziwei Sect, and then visited the three sects and three factions all the way, as well as the White Mountain and Black Water Barbarians, the Great Desert Barbarians and the Southern Waters Demon Clan, this is the real inspection of the world.

He wants to completely eradicate all hidden dangers, whether it is a sect or an alien royal court, they must surrender to Yu Xiaoxing's throne, and the Heavenly Desolate Realm must be a unified realm to welcome the rating from the Realm Alliance.

"Next stop, the White Mountain and Black Water Barbarian Demon Court. ”

Ye Qingyu stood at the door of the Temple of Light.

The mind turned, communicating with the little silver dragon, and the Temple of Light traveled through time and space, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers in an instant.

After a breath.

The Temple of Light came to the sky above a snow-colored primeval snow forest.

All kinds of ancient trees in various shapes stand between the snowy peaks and mountainsides of the jade-piled Qiong, like an endless jade-colored ocean.

From a distance, the snow peaks and the sky canopy merge into one color, as if a snow mist dragon proud of the sky is slowly swimming on the rolling forests and mountains.

Between these forest peaks and snow ridges, a majestic palace towering into the clouds, standing on the top of the mountain, made of extremely rare black spars, like a place of gods and demons, magnificent atmosphere, is the [Obsidian Temple] where the successive barbarian kings of the Black Water Barbarian Clan of the White Mountain live.

Around the palace, pale golden rune totems clinged to its walls.

The walls are faintly shrouded in black and gold, dyeing a vast expanse of sky with clouds and mist in inky gold, like an ever-changing ink painting.

Knock! Knock!

Three majestic and resounding drums suddenly sounded from the sacrificial altar in front of the Obsidian Temple.

Seventeen burly barbarian warriors with animal bones in their hands stood on top of the altar made of clouds and bones.

Behind them, on the black clouds, there were seventeen giant drums ten meters in diameter, sewn from whole animal skins.

Between the forest peaks and snow ridges, the pale golden light curtains, the rune formations that danced in the wind like a gauze curtain suddenly withdrew towards the layers below the mountain forest, with clear trajectories and scattered and orderly.

The Temple of Light made its way through several snowy peaks before finally stopping in mid-air in front of the Black Palace.

Meanwhile.

A silvery-white trailing light and shadow sliced out of the Temple of Light.

Ye Qingyu entered the Barbarian King's Palace.

The white shirt entered the temple, and one person saw the barbarian king.

Hearing the sound of drums, the soldiers and tribal leaders of the major barbarian tribes gathered in front of the Obsidian Temple all stared intently at the tightly sealed gate of the temple at this time, revealing extremely curious and shocked looks.

"It's the temple of light for the human race. ”

"How many years have it been and it has appeared again......"

"Why did the Terrans come here all of a sudden?"

"Why did the great barbarian king summon this human race alone?"

"Could it be that this new hall master of the Terran race, who is not self-sufficient, plans to challenge the barbarian king?"

Since the white-shirted human race entered, the obsidian temple where all the forbidden runes were opened had been silent, and there was not even any power and aura coming out, showing an extremely strange silence.

Half a day later.

White shirt out.

The door of the Obsidian Temple opened, and the barbarians who had been waiting for a long time saw that inside the door of the main hall, an extreme silver light suddenly appeared out of thin air. And in the silver light, a figure dressed in white like snow, black hair like a waterfall, and even between the hairs, there seemed to be endless silver brilliance flowing around, coming out against the light.

Amazement.

Stunned.

The barbarians were incredulous at the man in front of them, who was not like a man, but more like a god.

At this moment, this young human race clearly did not reveal any strength, why would he subconsciously have the illusion of wanting to surrender to him.

For a time, no one dared to speak.

In front of the temple.

The burly body, more than seven meters long, red hair like fire, and wearing a bearskin and a big bearskin The commander of the Agu Wild War Legion, Jin Li, ignored the surprise and shock of the people, and personally led the way for the white-shirted human race, drove Yundong, and landed in front of the Witch God Temple.

The barbarians are a race with both royal power and clerical power, in addition to the barbarian king who sits in the palace, the high priest in the witch temple is also one of the leaders of the barbarians.

Ye Qingyu entered the Witch God Temple.

There was only one person in the white shirt, and then entered the temple of witches.

The barbarian soldiers and tribal leaders who hurried to the witch temple all showed frightened expressions, and some tribal leaders stood outside the temple and reprimanded.

"It's a great shame, how can the human race enter the Witch God Temple!"

"Lord Witch God, get that filthy human body out of the temple!"

"There is a human race who can enter the Obsidian Temple and the Witch Temple successively, who is he......"

The Witch Temple, as the temple of the barbarians of the White Mountain and Black Water to worship the gods and ancestors, has been appointed by the high priests appointed by the gods of the past dynasties, this temple with a history of thousands of years, is believed by the barbarians, the purest place between heaven and earth.

Now that this place was polluted by the flesh and blood of other races, the resentment of the barbarian masses gathered outside the temple was growing louder and louder.

The heads of several tribes couldn't hold back the anger in their hearts and walked towards the temple.

That's when —

Prosperous!

Rumble!!!

An extremely terrifying and strange wave of power came out from the Witch God Temple, shocking all directions.

The black witch flames that surrounded the Witch God Temple were raging in all directions, bright and uncertain, constantly changing the forms of various primordial ancient beasts.

And from the temple, there was another array, enough to change the color of the wind and clouds, like the power of vitality rushing from the stormy waves.

This surging and majestic power of vitality, like a hurricane wind, swept and spread towards the barbarian realm, and the barbarian masses who were originally watching and questioning suddenly looked shocked, trembling, and showed extremely shocked and frightened expressions one by one.

At this moment, all the arguments suddenly stopped.

In the entire barbarian race, only the invisible god coercion enveloped the entire snowy ridge, and the body and mind of each barbarian were spread with extreme fear.

Not only that, all the creatures in the snow ridge forest sea within a radius of thousands of acres felt the power of this vitality at this moment.

This is enough power to make all living beings tremble and suffocate, all the spirit beasts in the primeval forest have stopped hustle and roar, and even the mountain wind and even the river have suddenly stopped at this moment.

It seems that everything in heaven and earth is shocked by this powerful force.

It took half a day for the volatility to finally stop.

The doors of the Witch Temple open.

The white-shirted Ye Qingyu walked out of it.

It was still a silver-white luster like a light smoke cloud shrouded him, and the figure like an immortal in the light mist suddenly turned into a silver light curtain, and he didn't look at the barbarian powerhouses around him, but turned around and drifted away, disappearing into this piece of heaven and earth.

And the Temple of Light, which had been staying above the Obsidian Temple, suddenly disappeared.

The ripples of the void faded.

It's as if it never existed.

Consternation.

Sluggish.

Shock.

Fear.

All the barbarian generals and tribal leaders seemed to be trapped in strange space and time, their faces hideous, their expressions shocked and excited, and they stood still, motionless.

Just when all the barbarians lost their minds-

Knock knock!!

Knock Knock!!

The herald drum on the altar sounded again.

The loud sound that shook the mountains seemed to pull the spirits of the barbarian people back to their bodies at this moment, causing them to suddenly wake up, and then all the shocked and suspicious eyes looked in the direction of the altar.

on the altar.

A silver dragon-shaped flame erupted from the black witchfire flames.

The bones of various strange beasts around the altar made an extremely strange sound as if teeth and bones were rubbing against each other.

Suddenly, from the Obsidian Temple and the Witch Temple, two black fluorescent figures flew out at the same time.

The eyebrows and eyes are open, there is a dark black totem on the cheeks, the body is tall and slender, about five or six meters high, and the one who is wearing a black gold line totem robe to hunt in the wind is the barbarian king of the white mountain and black water [Golden Fox]. And the old man beside him, who was lean, wearing an ink-colored robe, with a long gray head hanging down, holding an ancient beast head scepter standing majestically, and looking down on the barbarian people under the altar was the high priest of the witch god [Wu Que].

"I take the revelation of the gods of Baishui Black Mountain, from today on, the people of Baishui Black Mountain are like Yu Xiaoxing, the empress of the people of the Snow Country, and if they violate the will of the gods, instigate civil strife, or resist the imperial decree, they will be immediately expelled, exiled to Heishuiling, and accept the punishment of the gods. "The voice of the high priest is like a bell, causing the clouds to surge and the earth to tremble.

As soon as these words came out, the Quartet was shocked.

"How could it be ......?"

"Bow down to the Terrans?"

"Why...... How can the barbarian people bow their heads like cowardly Terrans!"

Suddenly there was a burst of doubts and protests among the barbarian masses.

"Silence!"

The Barbarian King's voice was not loud, but the invisible deterrence was enough to make all the voices stand still in an instant.

He looked at the barbarian people who were a little anxious, even angry, sighed lightly, and then his momentum became more solemn and majestic, and said: "I swear by the ancestors of the barbarian tribe, and I am a vassal today, not because I am afraid of the power of the human race, nor is it to endure humiliation and steal life, but really to preserve the bloodline of the barbarian family of Baishan and Heishui and strengthen my barbarian line." ”

By the will of the gods, the ancestors swore in the name of the ancestors.

These two holy decrees that the barbarian people of the White Water Black Mountain were the most convinced and had no power to disobey, and they came out of the mouths of their most revered kings and god representatives one after another.

All the barbarians finally bowed down one after another.

At this moment, they are subordinated to the instinctive reactions of spirit and will, and even more to the guidance of the Celestial Ancestors.

No one questioned it, no one argued, and all the people prostrated themselves under the altar of sacrifice, bowing with devotion.

Silently, an unprecedented change, like an irreversible hurricane, struck this wild and fierce race.

=——

That's it for today, and tomorrow it's going to be made up.

Thank you for your understanding.