Southern Wulin, deep in the ancient gods.

Hundreds of young girls dressed in white veils are praying for a ritual dance that originated in the primeval world.

With the left hand, the leather drum is wrapped around the waist, and the right hand is stretched like a wicker, and then beats rhythmically on the drum surface.

Hundreds of drums resonate regularly, creating a solemn and mysterious atmosphere at the same time.

Ancient and vast energy flows out of this deep darkness, which is the will of the primordial gods and the prayer power of the ancient ancestors.

Tang Yuan and the white man stood in front of this picture, both with the same smile on the corners of their mouths.

The white man smiled and said:

"Tang Yuan, are you already so impatient?"

"Aren't you also quite urgent?" Tang Yuan replied with an honorific title, "Besides, the Heavenly Court army has destroyed the Sect of Compassion, and the next target must be Nan Wulin, without your combat power, it is impossible for the Ancient God Sect to stop the Heavenly Court's attack." ”

As the leader of the Ancient God Sect, Tang Yuan had an inexplicable respect for this subordinate white man......

"It's a pity that the current preparations are far from enough, even if I really come to this world, my skills will not be able to recover to their heyday. ”

"That's okay, with the Divine Blood that has been prepared so far, your strength can be restored to at least seventy percent of the level, and no matter how strong the Heavenly Court's super innate is, it will not be able to compare to you in the God and Demon Realm. ”

Tang Yuan said seriously.

Hearing this, the white man reached out and gently patted Tang Yuan's shoulder.

"Obuchi, you've done a great job for so long...... You have been preparing for my re-incarnation, the Ancient Gods Cult has been passed down for so many generations, and only you are truly loyal to me. ”

Tang Yuan was patted on the shoulder by the white man, and only felt that he had gained a lot of glory because of it, and respectfully bowed to the white man:

"With the blood of his ancestors on his body, this is Tang Yuan's mission. ”

Suddenly, at this moment, in this deep darkness, I remembered the sound of footsteps.

Nalan Yu, who was dressed in blue, walked in slowly, his expression relaxed:

"Sect Master, I heard you want to find me?"

"Huh, what do you say? ”

Tang Yuan heard the sound of Nalan Shu's footsteps approaching, he had already straightened his waist, and pointed to the Yingshen Dance Sacrifice in front of him and said.

Following the direction of Tang Yuan's finger, Nalan Yu looked at Qi Wu in the darkness and depth in front of him.

Grand and silent, ancient and surging.

"What kind of dance is this?" Nalan looked at the dance in front of him, only feeling a little curious, "When did these dancers appear here? Each of them seems to have a good foundation in martial arts, and at the same time, they can still dance this ancient and mysterious dance...... I have been in the church almost day and night, and I have never seen them. ”

"Of course," Tang Yuan put his hands behind his back and was as generous as an abyss, "This is the most unknown secret in the Ancient God Sect. ”

"The most unknown secret?" Nalan was stunned, "There are still such secrets in our sect?"

"Ha, you look behind you!" Tang Yuan pointed behind Nalan Shu.

This time, Nalan Yu followed Tang Yuan's pointing and looked back behind him:

"What's behind you?"

Based on his trust in the sect master, Nalan Shu had no doubts at all, but at the moment when he turned around, Tang Yuan's palm suddenly condensed a huge amount of pure martial arts energy, and Ling Ran hit Nalan Shu's back with a palm.

An absolute palm, from Tang Yuan's palm to Nalan Shu's back, and then to Nalan Shu's limbs.

This slap was ruthless, hurting Nalan Shu's internal organs and destroying the meridians around him.

Opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of internal organs, Nalan Yu's eyes were full of disbelief, and he turned back to look at Tang Yuan.

"Master!!"

This call revealed a huge shock in my heart.

However, Tang Yuan had no scruples at all, and directly threw the seriously injured Nalan Yu to the center of the Welcoming God Dance Sacrifice.

The meridians on his body were injured by Tang Yuan's sudden palm force, and he couldn't move for a while.

Nalan Shu was lying in the center of the group dance, wrapped in the mysterious energy of this ancient dance sacrifice, and only felt that the blood in his body was burning wildly.

Bit by bit, the power of the blood precipitated from his body, and was guided by the dance around him to flow to the heavenly dome.

Looking at this picture, Tang Yuan did not have the slightest emotional reluctance, but his eyes were full of fanaticism:

"Very good! After years of countless cultivations, only one Nalan Ji has retained the active Prayer Primal Blood! With this special bloodline that only exists in the present world, the glory of the primeval era is about to reappear at this moment!"

His eyes burst into fanatical will, and Tang Yuan respectfully stretched out his hand to the white man and asked:

"My lord, please embark on this path of practicing the primeval will!"

With an indescribable sarcasm on the corners of his lips, the white man strode into this grand dance.

The primeval power that lingered in this dark space, along with the blood power that had been precipitated from Nalan Shu's body, all poured into his body, producing a strange change.

This kind of change is similar to the promotion of mortals to the innate level, it is a change in the level of life, but this is another change in time and space, as if there is an existence from tens of millions of years ago that is about to come again.

The man in white slowly floated, and all the power around him was swallowed by him, gradually ...... Even the dancing girls around them were glowing with blood-red streamers.

A dance to welcome the gods is an endless sacrifice...... and a grand return.

"Yes, that's right!"

Tang Yuan looked at this scene, his eyes were full of fanaticism, like a pious defender...... It's just that the direction of his fanaticism is a little strange.

"This is the moment when the lineage of my ancient gods and religions will reappear in the glory of the primeval realm! The greatness of our ancestors is about to be known to the world again!"

Right now...... A cold and sneering voice reached Tang Yuan's ears.

Tang Yuan looked back in horror, and Han Feng, who was dressed in golden feathers, had already appeared here at some point.

Holding his elbows with both hands, his eyebrows and eyes were full of disdain, the divine power on his body was restrained by Han Feng himself, but the nobility of the supreme heaven and earth on his body could not be concealed.

Heavenly Court Great Heavenly Venerable...... Coming here!

Tang Yuan saw Han Feng and subconsciously took a step back, but quickly reacted and moved forward again, his eyes dodging and there was an obvious resistance, and he said:

"Great Heavenly Venerable!!!Do you want to stop this?"

Han Feng clasped his hands and didn't speak, but he still disdainful.

And Tang Yuan continued:

"You don't understand what this represents! This is the glory of the ancient gods, and the sacredness in my blood! You call yourself a god! But you can't understand the power of the real gods and demons!"

Behind Tang Yuan, the figure of the white man was no longer like a human being, and the aura of the primeval gods and demons became more and more intense.

But Han Feng didn't seem to be nervous at all:

"You're a little pathetic. ”

Tang Yuan didn't expect Han Feng to say such things at this moment, and he was stunned for a moment.

Then, a huge, pure, and dignified golden power exploded in this dark world!

"Emperor's Trip!!"