As soon as Bai Jian's words fell, he immediately saw dozens of big men hurrying over from the crowd not far away, all carrying bound beasts. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The beasts were still alive, and now they let out a terrible roar, and kept struggling, but to no avail.

A total of forty-nine beasts of different shapes were all lifted up after a short time, surrounding the altar, around the Kunpeng totem, the roaring sound echoed, condensed, and there was a faint penetrating power that impacted the soul, but they all had the existence of the clansmen of the Southern Underworld tribe around them, holding them down to the death, not letting them break free.

Looking at this battle, Yang Jian obviously felt that it was obviously different from the fake totem that he sacrificed last time, but there was nothing strange about it, can a mouse be compared with a Kunpeng?

"Sacrifice totem!" Bai Jian said loudly.

Immediately, the big man standing beside these beasts, without the slightest hesitation, all bowed their heads at the same time, and stabbed their sharp weapons directly into the necks of these beasts, cutting off their heads alive.

Even the roar reached the extreme at this moment, with the cutting off of the head, which seemed to be earth-shattering.

If it was before, seeing such a scene, Yang Jian was afraid that he would have been scared stupid, but today he didn't feel anything anymore, and his face was calm.

"Lord Yang Jian, can you say a few words to the clansmen!" At this time, Bai Jian suddenly whispered to Yang Jian.

"What?" Yang Jian couldn't help but be stunned, and said secretly: "The tradition of emotional leadership speeches is now there!"

However, Yang Jian is also a little excited, before crossing over, he listened to others again, and it is rare to have the opportunity to talk to him today, how can he do it if he doesn't try?

Yang Jian suddenly took two steps forward and said loudly: "Clansmen, good evening, at this exciting moment, I represent......

You are lucky, because from now on, you will be part of the great tribe of the Southern Underworld, the oldest tribe of the human race, with a long history......

But in the same way, you are also unlucky, the people of the Southern Underworld are all warriors, and they will always challenge the most powerful enemies in battle......"

The more Yang Jian spoke, the more excited he became, and he suddenly couldn't hold it back, while Bai Jian was sweating profusely as he watched the gradually coagulated blood on the side, and secretly thought: "It is worthy of being a psychic cultivated by the Southern Underworld, this eloquence, this inspiring words are not something that ordinary tribal psychics can say, but it seems that this time has been a little longer!"

Yang Jian talked for a long time, and finally finished speaking, he saw that everyone below was listening attentively, and suddenly thought with a sense of accomplishment: "The quality of these clansmen is really not to say, of course, I said it well, but if there is a little applause, it would be perfect......"

Bai Jian didn't care what Yang Jian thought, he saw that Yang Jian had finally finished speaking, so he hurriedly stood in front and said loudly: "Worship Lord Totem!"

Immediately, Bai Jian took the lead in kneeling down and bowing to the animal skin, and the rest of the clansmen also bowed, Yang Jian hesitated again and again, but chose to ignore it and did not bow down.

Suddenly, Yang Jian felt that a powerful aura immediately spread out from the beast skin, and this aura swept around, forming a howling wind that filled the entire tribe.

In just an instant, Yang Jian felt the power of faith emanating from everyone's bodies, and the blood qi emanating from the blood of those beasts, all of which were absorbed by this invisible force, condensed together in mid-air, and then formed a huge blood-colored Kunpenglai.

Seeing this blood-colored phantom, everyone was very excited, and worshiped towards the phantom reverently, and more power of faith rolled into the phantom, and the phantom became more and more condensed.

Immediately, a bloody light suddenly fell from Kunpeng's figure, enveloping the entire square and even the entire tribe.

Yang Jian saw that the blood light was integrated into everyone's body, and all the people below were flushed with red light, and there were even many blood-colored lines around some of them, Yang Jian felt that these people were rapidly becoming stronger.

But he found that he himself was repulsed by the blood light, and he didn't change at all.

It didn't take long for the colored Kunpeng phantom to weaken and then sink into the skin scroll.

The vision of the sky gradually dissipated, and slowly returned to normal, and the people of the whole tribe showed joy, and many children couldn't help but test their skills, only to see them bring up afterimages one by one, and the speed was extremely fast.

Yang Jian secretly estimated that according to this situation, if his strength could still compete for the top 100 in the tribe before, and today he has a big breakthrough and can even compete for the top 10, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the top 1,000 to squeeze into it at this moment.

"The totem blessing is so powerful?"

"Why haven't I improved, is it because I'm crossing?"

Yang Jian couldn't help but think secretly.

At this time, Bai Jian beckoned everyone to gather again, completed the remaining rituals, and then dispersed.

Yang Jian saw one figure after another racing in the tribe, and some people kept crashing into houses, laughter and screams continued, looking at that speed, Yang Jian looked extremely envious.

"Why didn't I get this speed?" Yang Jian suddenly passed a divine thought into the confiscated animal skin.

"You have cultivated the Yang God, you have divinity, and you are out of the mortal realm, so naturally you can't be the same as them. It is impossible for every monk above the Yin God Realm to obtain abilities from the totem. Kunpeng replied immediately.

"This can also be said to be a harvest of mulberry elm, and a lost corner!" Yang Jian thought secretly.

It is impossible for all the benefits of heaven and earth to be taken by one person, Yang Jian can see this.

At this time, Kunpeng said: "Moreover, the difference between you and me is too great, even if you don't cultivate the gods, you can't get my power, I tried it when I just woke up that day." ”

"Believe?" Yang Jian only felt subverted again when he heard this kind of word.

Kunpeng said: "It's the degree of similarity, such as mud and sand and flesh, the degree of similarity is definitely different."

You must know that the method of sacrificing totems originates from the Wu clan, and the Wu clan and the demon clan are mortal enemies, how can it be possible to instruct the human race to sacrifice the demon clan as a totem.

In the beginning, the totems sacrificed by the various tribes of the human race were the basic vitality of witches or various attributes.

It's just that the more this law is combined, the stronger the power obtained from the totem, and the phase between the demon and the human is obviously stronger, so gradually, most of the tribes of the human race take the demon race as a totem, and various animal totems replace the totem of the Wu clan.

The same tribe worships the same totem, but because of different beliefs, the strength of the bloodline ability obtained is also different. ”

Yang Jian suddenly said: "So using apes as totems doesn't it mean that you get the greatest ability bonus?"

Kunpeng said: "The totem itself also has to be seen, the totem of the same nature, the strength is different, the bloodline ability is also different, the same is to give speed, the original wolf of this tribe must be closer to them, but the speed I give is definitely stronger." ”

Immediately, Kunpeng passed on another divine thought: "The strongest totem of the human race is Nuwa, who is not only powerful, but also superior to all things in terms of compatibility with the human race.

There was once a Nuwa tribe in the human race, with Nuwa as a totem, who was endowed with the ability to not smash, kill, and bring the dead back to life, but even the two Lich clans were afraid.

However, later Nuwa didn't know what agreement she had reached with Dijun and the Eastern Emperor, so she actually withdrew her bloodline power and no longer became the totem of this clan, and this clan died out. ”

Hearing this, Yang Jian couldn't help but be shocked: "You can't smash it, you can't kill it, you can still bring it back to life, isn't this the ability of the Green Snake Demon?"

Immediately, Yang Jian suddenly thought that the two snake demons should have completely transformed after cultivating for so many years, and the most difficult thing for the demon clan to transform was the head, even if they failed to completely transform into a snake, they should still have the remaining head or snake characteristics.

"Could it be that those two snake demons and Nuwa's bloodline can't be successful?" A bold guess suddenly appeared in Yang Jian's mind, and he suddenly felt that his head was big.