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Originally, under such a situation of death, many souls should have been born. But in the raging flames of sacrifice, no matter how aggrieved the innocent souls died, none of them gave birth to a single one.

Hundreds of slaves were sacrificed. A powerful force spread from the altar, Wu Qimai shouted twice, and the shaman dance danced again.

"Boom ......" A silent tremor that was only felt in the hearts of everyone present made everyone present change their faces regardless of the people who had all kinds of thoughts in their hearts.

However, at this time, Wu Qimai had changed and couldn't care about this. Just after the sacrifice of hundreds of slaves, that kind of thunderous earthquake.

There was an extremely old-fashioned Jurchen who walked out, and behind him there was a picture scroll-like light, with mountains and rivers in it, as if it was similar to their hometown pressing out of the water, and it seemed that there were countless Jurchens living in it for their ancestors to fish and hunt for generations.

"I am your ancestor Hanpu," the anciently dressed Jurchen held a scepter wrapped in a sharp blade in his hand: "I have come to tell you that the will of the Immortal Heaven has changed!"

"What? Why?" Wu Qimai, who was still not happy, heard the news, and his heart was shocked: "When I succeeded to the patriarch, I had a high fever and personally felt the will of the Immortal Heaven!"

"That's because that Heavenly Master of the Song Kingdom is even more powerful than us. He has been favored by the Immortal Heaven more than we are, and I have already felt the favor of the Immortal Heaven, and he is already there. In the Great Song there. Hanpu said word by word: "You have to be careful, the higher you stand, the heavier you fall." Our Wanyan family and the Jurchens are already standing too high, if they fall, they will be crushed!"

Wu Qimai suddenly panicked, although he was a hero for a while, but when he heard such news, he was also extremely frightened in his heart.

"I'll go negotiate with that Celestial Master...... Han Pu sighed, "Let's see what the outcome will be?" It's okay to say that if you don't succeed, then you have to plan ahead. Maybe then. We can retreat into the endless forest!" he said, vanishing from form.

Only Wu Qimai was left standing in place and smiling bitterly, spending such a big price just to get such a news. No wonder he didn't know what to do, only a wry smile remained.

The old ancestor he didn't understand at all. From thrift to luxury. Now these Jurchen people, who have already tasted the taste of glory and wealth, let them go back to the old forest between the white mountains and black waters, wear rough animal skins every day, go into the water to catch fish in the cold wind, and hunt in the snow?

Don't talk about others, you ask him to buy Wu begging to go back. He didn't want to live like that before. It was the shamanic garment that had been passed down from generation to generation. It's pretty much the same for him to wear once in a while. What is more beautiful and comfortable than this thing made of animal skin and bird feathers?

It's just that I hope that the old ancestor will negotiate with the Heavenly Master! It's a big deal, so I will return the sixteen states of Yanyun occupied by the Liao State to the Great Song Dynasty.

But at such a time, a horse rushed over quickly, and shouted in Jurchen words: "It's all extremely vigorous, it's not good." Lou Room he was killed in battle, and the whole army was wiped out......"

"What?" Hearing the news, Wu Qimai felt like he had been hit on the head, and there was a blackness in front of him, and his ears were buzzing. Even the voices of the people nearby became extremely distant, and he gritted his teeth hard, cheered up, grabbed the messenger, and said through gritted teeth, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

The messenger was a little at a loss, but he still replied honestly: "Wanyan Lou Room led a large army to hunt down Emperor Tianzuo, but unexpectedly, he encountered the Song army north of Jiashan. During a big battle between the two sides, the vultures danced a shaman dance to pray for the favor of the immortals. but was struck to death by a thunderbolt. Then Lou Room was also killed by thunder...... Then, our army collapsed, and was chased all the way by the Song people to Xijing Road......"

"Poof......" sound, although I have already been mentally prepared. Knowing that Changshengtian no longer favored their Jurchens, but hearing such news, Wu Qimai couldn't bear it anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and people fell backwards!

All of a sudden, the silence was terrible. The Jurchen aristocrats who were still making a fuss again. At this moment, it became extremely quiet, and even the pin drop could be heard.

Only a few old guys who were squeezed by Wu Qimai and stood aside reacted at once, and hurriedly went over to support Wu Qimai, shouting: "Du Bo is extremely strong, you don't want to scare us, without you at this time, the Jurchens are not ......."

After beating his chest and patting his back for a while, Wu Qimai finally woke up, lowered his voice and said: "I just met the old ancestor Hanpu, and he told me that the Jurchens are no longer favored by the Immortal Heaven. We have to go back to the old forest, remember, and kill all those who surrendered to the Liao......"

Hanpu's figure appeared in this spiritual realm, looking at the familiar mountains and rivers in front of him, which are very similar to the Yang world, especially the Baitou Snow Mountain with a cloud of masters in the distance, and the extremely familiar one, his heart suddenly rose up.

I think that at the beginning, he left his hometown alone. Came to this land, branched out, and became the ancestor of the Wanyan tribe. And the Wanyan tribe is also getting stronger and stronger, and even slowly gaining the favor of the Immortal Heaven and being able to shelter him.

It was he who looked at this spiritual realm, which was only the size of a courtyard, and there was only one ancestor like him, and with the strength of the tribe, the population increased. The incense wish power is also becoming more and more vigorous, so that this dojo is slowly getting bigger, and there are more and more ancestral spirits that can be sheltered. Until today.

In front of Hanpu's eyes, all the ancestral spirits surrounded him. Among them, the most powerful is Ah Guta, who has a purple dragon qi on his body, coiling around his body, making him even more powerful and strong.

Even he had the most subordinates, and in addition to these ancestral spirits, there were thousands of war spirits who died under his command, surrounding him. After all, he was the most outstanding Jurchen Du Bo Jilie, and he was also the Taizu of the Dajin Kingdom.

If it weren't for the fact that the Jin Kingdom that the Jurchens have established now is just an empty shelf, with incomplete rules and etiquette, and no way to effectively govern the large tract of land that has just been conquered, then his current achievements are definitely more than that.

Rao is like this, since Ah Gu beat his death, he came to this spirit world, and the scope of the spirit world has expanded at least ten times, and even made the spirit world rise a lot from the netherworld.

"Let me go, Ancestor!" said in a deep voice.

"No, you are the foundation of the Dajin Kingdom. We can all dissipate, you can't!" Hanpu shook his head and said, "I'm the only one who takes people with me." I am a spirit, and there is no way to travel thousands of miles to find that Heavenly Master in the Yang World. I need your help. The Han people said that raising soldiers for a thousand days and using soldiers for a while, the tribe has been worshiping you for so long, and now it is your turn to contribute!"

Generally mediocre people, it is difficult to turn into a soul. If it weren't for the fact that he would not let it out in his chest in one breath and turn into a powerful ghost and war spirit. It is a person who is extraordinary in life, rich in wisdom and has a transcendent will, and only after death can he have a spirit.

Such flies camp dogs, people who are muddy and nightmarish for a lifetime, and the people whose souls are wiped out after death, return to the sea between heaven and earth, and the sea of Haotian vitality. Where will there be a soul?

Now, these ancestral spirits have come to their senses. They said together: "Then let's go and meet that Celestial Master together! I don't believe that Celestial Master is really that powerful!"

Although the words in his mouth were loud, in fact, every ancestral spirit knew it very well in his heart. This time I went to see that Heavenly Master, it was very dangerous, and it could be said that I would die for a lifetime.

Not to mention what happened to the Celestial Master himself? Just with them, it was not easy to fly over a distance of more than a thousand miles to meet that Celestial Master.

Although they are ancestral spirits, they are nothing more than powerful souls. Originally, I let Ah Gu fight, and I was the most sure. But just like Hanpu said, Aguda is their foundation, and if something happens, it won't be good.

The soul is intangible and qualitative, there is no barrier to travel back and forth, and walking thousands of miles is only a matter of moments. But it is extremely fragile, such a long journey, you can encounter countless accidents, and you really have to rely on your soul to travel thousands of miles, which is almost a matter of looking for death.

Whether it is encountering mountain gods and evil spirits, or torrential rains and winds, or even the light of the stars and moons, it will have an impact on these souls. Therefore, it is impossible to go thousands of miles away with the soul at all, and the greatest possibility is to find the soul on the way and encounter a strong wind, which will blow the soul away.

Hundreds of ancestral spirits used their mana together, gathered the surrounding water vapor, accumulated layer by layer, and turned into a huge black cloud, floating in the air, heading towards Youzhou.

Although the clouds and mist are water vapor condensation, after all, with quality, they can be sheltered. It's a lot slower, but it minimizes accidents......

As his luck waned, Wen Fei watched the luck of the Great Song Dynasty become more and more intense, sweeping across the land of Youzhou like a fire, and even heading towards Xijing Road. couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Hey, I didn't expect those guys from Miao Lei to be quite capable." I actually laid down Xijing Road!"

It's just that he is standing alone in the cold wind on the top of the mountain on this spring night, and naturally no one answers him.

And in the northeast direction, the dragon qi of the original Jurchens seemed to be dimmed. And this bleak Cheng dù is far beyond the expectations of the Wenda Heavenly Master.

Due to traffic restrictions in ancient times, the speed of information transmission was very slow. Even the Great Heavenly Master didn't know that Miao Lei had won the battle, and even killed the two great enemies of Wanyan Lou Room and Wanyan Wushu (to be continued......