On the altar, Xing Tian stood at the front, and behind him were a group of high-ranking members of the Spirit Clan.

In front of him, there was a table with three signs on it.

The middle sign reads Pangu, the left side is the way of heaven, and the right side is Hongjun.

As a creature of the desolate world, it is natural to respect the creator god Pangu, so there is nothing wrong with placing Pangu's tablet in the middle!

The left is respected, the Heavenly Dao is naturally placed on the left side, and the Hongjun Dao Ancestor is placed on the right side.

"Bye!"

Kunpeng let out a long shout, and Xingtian and the others all saluted the Pangu tablet.

The next moment, the lamp in front of the Pangu tablet flickered and lit.

"Bye!"

Everyone straightened up, Kunpeng's voice sounded again, and everyone this time was facing the tablet of the Heavenly Dao and saluted.

With the bow, the lamp in front of the heavenly path was also lit.

"Bye!"

Immediately after, accompanied by Kunpeng's voice, everyone saluted Hongjun's tablet again. The lamp in front of Hongjun was also lit smoothly.

"Please sacrifice to the heavens!" After three bows, Kunpeng spoke again.

Hearing this, Xing Tian took the sacrifice that had been prepared from Kunpeng's hand.

"Pangu Father God Lord, the way of heaven is above, Hongjun Dao ancestor Jianzhi......! If you want to establish a clan, you will say: Ling! Spirit Clan, enlighten the spirit, bless all sentient beings, prosper and prosper, the merit is in the eternal, the spirit race, stand!"

After Xingtian finished speaking, he divided the sacrificial text in his hand into three and lit it on three oil lamps, and instantly the sacrificial culture was ashes, leaving only the words on it to go around on the altar, and finally disappeared into the void.

At the same time, in the river of fate in the underworld, the disappeared sacrificial texts set off monstrous waves in the river of fate, and finally became entangled, turning into a spiritual word condensed by the Great Dao Divine Pattern.

"Boom!"

When the sacrificial text disappeared, there was also a muffled sound between heaven and earth, and then, I saw the sky outside the sky, and a golden cloud of merit that covered the sky and the sun flew quickly, and soon came to the altar.

"Hiss~!"

"With so many golden clouds of merit, if one person absorbs them all, can it be sanctified?" said a person in a soft tone, full of reverie.

"I don't know if I will become holy or not, but the Spirit Clan is definitely making a fortune. The person next to him heard this, but his tone was full of envy.

Everyone was frightened by this group of merit golden clouds, it was just a race establishment, how could there be so many merit golden clouds.

Among them, the most delicious is Emperor Jun Taiyi, I think the two brothers are also people who establish a race, but compared with them, it is simply not worth mentioning if they are children.

Everyone, whether it was Xingtian Kunpeng and the others or the people watching the ceremony, all looked at this large group of meritorious gold clouds with a fiery face, and the greed in their eyes could not be concealed.

But today, the Spirit Clan was destined to shock everyone, and after the arrival of the merit golden cloud, it just hovered above his head and did not fall.

After a full quarter of an hour, there was another sound in the void, and a huge force of luck quickly fell from the void.

The power of luck is invisible, but it is real, and all the monks feel this huge power of luck.

"Hiss~hiss~"

There was another sound of cold air at the scene.

"How can this power of luck be so strong, is this spirit clan so blessed. ”

Feeling the power of luck in the sky and the large cloud of merit, such a thought came to the minds of individual monks.

Then, a single voice appeared in their minds: "Then, joining the Spirit Clan is also a good choice." ”

Thinking of this, how many regrets did they have, they acted faster at the beginning, and they were decisive, and this time the merit Jin Yun will definitely be their share.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine to take in the world, they can only rely on joining the Spirit Clan, and then enjoying the benefits brought by this huge luck and top-level cultivation environment.

There is no way, the Honghuang Cultivator is already fiercely competitive, and seeing such a promising Spirit Clan, it is false to say that he is not tempted.

For example, those ten monks who abandoned Xi Kunlun to join the Heavenly Court, this time Emperor Jun Taiyi brought them over, in fact, they wanted to disgust Xingtian, but Xingtian didn't even glance at it.

Now, seeing that the Spirit Clan is so powerful, and that merit Jin Yun, one individual Titus regrets it. At the same time, there are people who hate Xingtian for no reason, they resent Xingtian for letting them go to West Kunlun, and resentful Xingtian for not keeping them.

Xing Tian didn't know what these people thought, if he knew, he would definitely laugh at it: "As for you spicy chickens, what qualifications do you have for him to keep them, and only Emperor Jun Taiyi will take in the spicy chickens he doesn't want." ”

It is said that people's hearts are unpredictable, not only people, as long as they open their minds, their hearts will be unpredictable.

Xingtian didn't know that he was hated, but he didn't care, he hated him more, not worse than these spicy chickens.

Xing Tian was also taken aback by the arrival of the power of luck, and he didn't expect that there would be so much. However, when he thought of the races included in the Spirit Race, he was also instantly relieved.

The three innate clans of the dragon and phoenix qilin, plus some hundred clans, Kunpeng, Zhen Yuanzi, Nuwa Fuxi, and he, the leader of the first force in the former flood wilderness, gathered so much luck, it is not surprising.

"Boom! boom!"

When the power of luck and the power of merit converged, two roars sounded in the sky above the Spirit City and in the long river of fate in the underworld.

Then, the power of luck and the power of merit turned into countless parts, among which as the Spirit Emperor of the Spirit Clan, Xingtian got two percent, Kunpeng and other high-level officials divided sixty percent equally, and the remaining two percent fell on Lingcheng and other Spirit Clans.

The power of merit and luck enters the body, and the whole person of Xingtian seems to have entered a mysterious realm at this moment, and Xingtian has also had it before, that is, an epiphany.

Xingtian's state of mind cultivation itself is high, and the huge power of merit enters the body and pulls the martial arts ceremony to start running wildly.

The Dao Fetus located in the Tanzhong Acupoint, the heartbeat is getting more and more urgent, constantly absorbing the power of merit, as for the power of luck, it circles around the body of Xingtian and appears outside the body.

Combining the power of luck from the others, it turned into a dragon of luck, and after going around the Lingcheng, it burrowed into the Jianmu and entrenched in the root of the Li in the Jianmu Huangzhong.

"Boom!"

The power of luck was stable, and Xing Tian took advantage of this opportunity to be the first to complete the breakthrough in one fell swoop.

The late stage of the Dao Fetal Realm!

However, the breakthrough of Xingtian has not stopped, and the breath of the whole body is still unswervingly rising, thinking that the peak of the Dao Fetal Realm is approaching.

Xingtian's breakthrough seemed to be taking the lead, and Kunpeng and others also ushered in their own breakthrough.

They themselves are in the early stage of quasi-sainthood, and this time with the help of merit and luck, they directly cut out the second corpse and achieved the mid-stage realm of quasi-saint.

Kunpeng and the others broke through, and the luck of the spirit clan became stronger and stronger, under the chain reaction. The Da Luo Jin Immortal monks also began to break through, but the breakthroughs were all in the early and middle stages of the Da Luo Jin Immortal, and now although the spirit clan's luck is strong, it can't support the generation of a quasi-saint.

Xingtian's disciples were not in this ranks, they themselves had stayed at the peak of the Dao Realm for many years, and with the blessing of merit and luck, they had all successfully completed their breakthrough and reached the Dao Fetal Realm.

Suddenly, the power of the West Kunlun vein rose again, although the number of people was the smallest, but in terms of strength, it was the strongest vein of the spirit clan, which also indirectly stabilized the status of Xingtian.

The people who watched the ceremony, looking at the people of the Spirit Clan who had broken through and arrived in a crazy way, their faces were full of complicated feelings.

"Alas, the Spirit Clan, the first clan of the Flood Wilderness. ”