"Silence!"

The wizened old man struck the sacrificial vessel with a rattan cane, and the formless and qualitative power was restrained in the sacrificial vessel, and it exploded in a moment.

Boom!!!

The powerful force, at least for the people of Qiancun, is an unrivaled force.

At this moment, the wind was clear, and all the noise was destroyed by this divine sound. Instilled directly in everyone's minds, it makes everyone dizzy.

"Remember...... You're just trash fish...... Trash Fish ...... Don't think of yourself as a natural protagonist, a patron of destiny. In this world, there is no need not to take shortcuts. There are no shortcuts in this world!"

The thin old man sneered, his eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

The world thinks that they are unique and cannot be replicated.

But the facts tell all beings that there is no one who cannot be copied, and there is no distinction between important and unimportant.

Among the billions of trillions of creatures, there are very few that can sprout.

But without them, heaven and earth will return to chaos?

It's really too much to think about......

"The second ...... Dongyang pivot ......"

The thin old man muttered unhurriedly, although the aftermath was vague, but the clansmen who were listening attentively knew it for the first time.

"In!"

"Ding, wait!"

"Ding, wait!"

"Ding, wait!"

The thin old man was bored and read the level of the bloodline, and the Ding Mo and others in a row also made the onlookers happy.

"Next...... Dongyang leaves!"

The thin old man pointed casually, his eyes were subtle, and he smiled and groaned.

Well......

It wasn't a kind smile, it was probably the same as the usual smile of seeing a freak deformed, full of pity.

"In!"

Dongyang Li's response was also in the regretful gaze of the village leader, and he came to the side of the sacrificial vessel.

This can't be blamed on him, the innate divine and indelible characteristics, and under the infection of this wisp of innate Taoism, naturally his current appearance is slightly biased towards Pangu Daqian's aesthetic concept.

In the final analysis, it is the difference between the two worldviews.

Pangu Daqian is 'right' and 'good', maybe when it comes to this world, it will all be turned upside down.

The thin old man is only slightly different, and the Qian clan has such an 'ugly' clan.

However, 'ugly' is also very common in Dongli Tiandi, as long as the power is overwhelmed by the world, Dongyangli's 'ugliness' can also be completely tampered with.

Dongyang Li didn't care about these 'pity' eyes, and maybe he basically ignored the eyes of the ants.

In this world, except for the sibling Dongyang Song, Dongyangli's heart will not be touched by any foreign objects.

Mainly, Dongyang Li wants to know more about the method of the thin old man who collects his heart and soul without harming his mother.

This is still very valuable in Dongyangli's eyes. After all, one is endless, and the other is a hammer final. No matter how you look at it, it is endless, and it is more attractive.

Dongyang Li silently felt the strangeness of his body, waiting for the mystery of the old man's technique.

Seeing the thin old man's palm clenched, Dongyang Li felt a trace of qi and blood surging. As a result that was not different from the past, the blood mist poured out one after another, condensed into a blood-red crystal body, and fell into the sacrificial vessel.

Dongyang Li looked at the old man with a strange face, and then looked at the sacrificial vessel in front of him.

This technique, experienced Dongyang Li, although not through the subtlety of the creation.

But he can also sense that this drop of hard work was actually extracted from a hundred bones of his body, and it was not hurting his vitality, but only the loss of blood and qi.

But in the sacrificial vessel, there are clouds and mist rising and rising, and a three-eyed strange bird, shaped like a crow, bald feathers and feathers, dancing claws.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

It may be that Dongyangli's gaze is too different, so that the thin old man's face can't be hung up, so he can only cough a few times as a cover.

"Ding Mo!"

Without the slightest accident, Dongyang returned calmly to the crowd.

It's just that in the staggered pace, the charm of the old man's grasp and grasp secretly appeared in his heart.

It's not easy!

It's just a remote clan that has the means that Dongyang has exhausted its wisdom and can't find it.

Although this is also due to the fact that he is only a wisp of innate Dao thoughts, his deity, but the innate Dao realm that grasps the destiny of heaven, can make Dongyang Li unable to see the truth, which is also very remarkable.

"Dongyang Song!"

The old man muttered, "The last one...... It's boring!"

This generation of Qiancun was also raised. Since the three thousand spring and autumn periods, there has never been a single C-class bloodline.

The thin old man looked at the burly and sturdy clansman who stood forward, and his eyes were full of satisfaction. Of course, according to the rules, it is still necessary to see if there is a superior bloodline.

"Blood......

With a stroke of his finger, the blood mist filled, and a drop of blood in Dongyang Ge's viscera fell into his hand.

Dong Yangli, who was far away in the crowd, his eyes lit up, and every time he saw such a technique, he was amazed.

Rumble!!

The sacrificial vessel vibrate, and infinite coercion erupted from the sacrificial vessel, and the fire clouds gathered, red and pure.

"Cry!"

This cry, this three-eyed golden bird, with golden wings, seems to have a big sun in its eyes. The three divine eyes are arranged in a triangular character.

This cry was earth-shattering, and the old village leader, who seemed to be dying of old age, crossed his eyes with brilliance, muttered to himself, and said in disbelief: "God!"

Distant legends, the ancient and incredible years, the source of the bloodline of the Qian clan, is also a terrifying supreme existence.

That is, in the bloodline, the prototype of the first-class bloodline, shocking.

The degeneration of the second-class bloodline is for the extinction of the second-class bloodline; the re-degradation of the second-class bloodline is for the third-class bloodline, and when it finally degenerates to the point that there is no way to retreat, it is the source of the bloodline of the people in Qiancun now, and the source of the Ding-class bloodline.

"Good, good, good! hahaha...... It's my luck. ”

The thin old man is full of joy and anger.

The C-class bloodline, the coercion is more than 10,000 times higher than the D-level bloodline. The rarity is also surpassed.

Even above the ancestral land, except for a few second-class absolute masters, most of them are bloodlines of the third rank of heavenly beings.

Everyone knows that this Qiancun has been three thousand years old, and there is no C-class bloodline.

Unexpectedly, after a backlog of three thousand spring and autumn periods, after all, a C-class bloodline was born.

"Boy, would you like to go to the ancestral land with me and see the scenery outside?"

The thin old man is rarely pleasant, it seems that this C-class bloodline makes the thin old man, the ancestral land grand warcist, also rarely in a good mood.

"The view?"

Dongyang Ge asked honestly, driven by the breath of heaven, the heat wave rose and fell.

"Wouldn't you like to see the colors of the scenery outside?"

The thin old man tempted Dongyang Ge: "A greater way of art, a greater way forward." ”

"You shouldn't be trapped in Qiancun, like the head of your village, dying of old age in this desolate desert land. ”

The old village leader's face darkened, and then he also looked at Dongyang Ge with a pleasant face.

Three thousand spring and autumn, he also has one thousand eight hundred spring and autumn when he is the head of the village.