In the northern part of the Eastern Wilderness Continent, the Sect of All Beings, one of the four major forces of the Eastern Wilderness, was united by the twelve tribes of the Eastern Wilderness Continent 10,000 years ago, and the old man of the Great Perfection of the Barbarian Soul of the Sect of All Beings, who had an indirect battle with Su Ming back then, was trembling at this moment, standing in the sky of the Sect of All Beings, and below him, tens of thousands of barbarian people knelt down, and their expressions showed excitement and expectation that they had never seen before.

The old man was in mid-air, looking at the distorted canopy, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, he laughed and laughed, tears of excitement flowed from his eyes.

"The blood burns, the barbarian god is born, I am a barbarian...... The leaders of the various departments of the Sect of All Living Beings, with the old man's apocalypse...... Let's go and meet the fourth generation of barbarian gods of my barbarians!!

Our barbarians fight back...... It's here!!" The old man laughed madly, as if he had been waiting for this day for too long, and today, at this moment, he had finally waited for the day that he had been waiting for for a long time, only in legends!

The people of the Twelve Tribes of the Sect of All Living Beings under him let out an earth-shattering roar at this moment, and that roar was an excited voice, a crazy shout, and a resonance of the burning blood of the people of the barbarians below.

One after another Changhong suddenly flew up, under the leadership of the old man of the Great Perfection of the Barbarian Soul Sect, but saw that most of the sky here was replaced by countless Changhong, and the sound of whistling came and went, and there were nearly 10,000 people, whistling across the sky.

The direction in which they are moving is the guidance of their bloodline, the sense in their darkness, and the ...... that they don't know how far away from here Where Su Ming is!

There is no need for a specific direction, just follow the boiling of the bloodline, and the closer you get, the more intense the boiling of the bloodline, which ...... It's the best direction.

Almost at the same time that the people of the Sect of All Living Beings were galloping nearly ten thousand times under the leadership of the old man, in the other direction of the Eastern Wilderness Continent, where a jungle was permeated, boundless, and bursts of poisonous gas were hovering around. This makes this seem to be a forbidden area for life, even the people of the immortal clan, although they know that there is a barbarian sect here, but most of them do not want to come here.

The barbarians who exist here are one of the four major forces alongside the Sect of All Beings, and the alliance formed by the Tooth Barbarian Tribe, as well as the nearly a hundred small tribes belonging to this department, will not go out of this jungle easily.

As if isolated from the world, the immortals will not offend, and they will not take the initiative to provoke the immortals. This jungle. That's their bottom line.

In that jungle, there was no billowing black smoke emitting, but that didn't mean there weren't people with barbarian souls in this place. The barbarian lord of the barbarian tribe, whose cultivation is known in the Eastern Wilderness Continent, was the Great Perfection of the Barbarian Soul many years ago.

At this moment. In this originally calm jungle, in the poisonous gas, I saw many trees shaking, and human faces emerged from the big trees, all of these people had the same expression, shocked, dazed, that was the confusion of feeling the blood burning in the body.

And in the countless swamps on the ground, a large number of figures also appeared at this moment. The same look, the same dazedness, and the burning of the blood made all the people of the Yabarian tribe shake their hearts.

In the depths of this jungle, in a clearing at this moment, stood an old man dressed in animal skin. There were seven or eight people kneeling behind this old man, each of them exuding a not weak barbarian soul cultivation, and even if you look closely, there are more similar breaths in this jungle.

But now these momentum are all disordered. As if revealing that their hearts could not be calm, one after another excited eyes loomed on the only old man in animal skin standing. It seemed to be waiting for his choice.

The old man's expression changed uncertainly, he looked up and stared at the air, his eyes were sometimes excited, sometimes hesitant, he felt the burning of the blood in his body, and felt the call from the underworld.

"I know you want to go......" After a long time, the old man spoke slowly, and no one around him spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing revealed longing.

"I also felt the burning of my blood, a sign of the appearance of the barbarian god...... But the burning of this blood is still ...... It's too faint. The old man sighed and shook his head.

He didn't dare to gamble.

At the same time, on the southwest side of the Eastern Wilderness Continent, there were two Eastern Wilderness Continents that originally occupied a huge area, but now they had to hide under the invasion of the Immortal Clan.

One is hidden deep underground, living in a cave, in grievance and anger, they dare not appear on the earth, because once they appear, they will face the encirclement and suppression of the immortal clan.

There is also a hidden in the endless mountains, without the glory of the past, and there is only a hopeless tomorrow.

A roar with excitement suddenly echoed from the depths of the earth in the south of the Eastern Wilderness Continent, and the earth in that area appeared several deep cracks under the roar, and from this crack, there were colorful emanations, it was a statue of a venerable barbarian......

Behind the statue, a thin old man, his body suddenly rushed out, stood in mid-air, he looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter seemed to explode all the resentment between him and the tribe for all these years.

"Most of my hope has arrived...... The blood is burning, the barbarian god is in the world, the people of the Taoyun tribe, how long will we hide......" The thin old man roared violently towards the earth if he was crazy.

"The old man is bloody, as a barbarian prince of the Taoyun Tribe, he is already desperate in the world, but now he ...... The dawn of the rise of my barbarian clan is beginning to appear, even if my whole clan is destroyed, it will be better than now!!Clansmen, follow the old man to meet the four generations of barbarian gods!" The thin old man's body flickered, and suddenly an endless roar came out from the cracks in the earth, and one after another Changhong flew out quickly, and those Changhong were all thin as bones, obviously since they hid in the depths of the earth, their lives were extremely miserable.

They have nothing left to lose, and even so, they have to gain dignity!

It's just that maybe it's better to hide in the mountains than to hide in the depths of the earth, and live in a better situation, so in the western mountains of the Eastern Wilderness Continent, another large part of the barbarians in the Eastern Wilderness is suppressed under the silence and the blood of the clansmen, they may not be unwilling to go out, not unwilling to visit the legendary four generations of barbarian gods who caused the blood to boil.

Rather, they don't dare to give everything for the sake of a legend.

In addition to this Eastern Wilderness, at this moment on the land of Nanchen, the boiling of the bloodline also exists, and the Changhong roars, either in groups of three or five, or only one person, following the fluctuations of the bloodline. turned into a long rainbow and went straight to the Eastern Wilderness.

The boiling of this bloodline, like a summoning, is a sign of the rise of the barbarians.

It is even more in the land of Nanchen, on those many islands, there is such a race of people, and they all raised their heads, this race. They call themselves dead!

They exist on many small islands on the edge of Nanchen. Some are scattered, some are cohesive, and they are looking for each other. It's just that...... Nan Chen's collapse and upheaval made it difficult for them to find each other.

The people of the small island of the life clan are now worshipping the statues of the gods in their clan. At this moment, their bodies trembled, and they felt the burning of their blood, which was very different from that of the barbarians, but a direct, indescribable boiling.

It seems that the moment Su Ming became the god of their life clan, it was already destined for an indelible and unbreakable connection between this nation and Su Ming.

It is this connection that exists in the dark, in this moment. It made the hearts of these people tremble, the blood burned, and their cultivation ...... At this moment, there was a large-scale increase.

Like a river, as it flows, it disperses into hundreds and thousands of branches, many of which have withered. There are also many that are still continuing.

But one day, if the source of this river suddenly has more water than endless rivers, then its countless branches will change accordingly.

It's like a big tree. The density of the separated branches and leaves depends on sunlight. But more ...... It's the water that depends on the roots of the tree!

This is the power of the source.

"Mo Zun is summoning...... "The people of the life clan on the small island of the life clan slowly raised their heads, their expressions showed excitement and eagerness, and one by one without the slightest hesitation, they all flew up together, resolutely left the island, and the entire tribe went straight to the eastern wilderness.

At the same time, on the islands outside Nanchen, there are many positions, all of which have Changhong flying out, and those in Changhong are the lost clansmen of the life clan.

Among these people, there are those who have been silent for several years, there are those who are inconspicuous in the eyes of outsiders, and there are also people who have become leaders in various forces and are in high positions.

But now, without hesitation, they gave up everything and went straight to the Eastern Wilderness, following the burning of blood and the underworld connection of the life clan to find ...... Their Mozun.

"I can't continue to serve, so I will say goodbye!" On the island, a sturdy man bowed to a middle-aged man in front of him, his expression showed resoluteness and no nostalgia, turned around and stepped into the sky, and even tore off the silver armor on his body.

What was left behind was the silent gaze of the man behind him.

There was a small island where the sound of roar was constantly echoing, and a low roar was heard.

"Nangong Zhen, how the lord has treated you all these years, don't you know why you want to rebel!"

"The lord has been kind to me, and for many years I have been able to give my life for it, but ...... All this is under the call of Mozun, and I must leave. With a roar, a middle-aged man turned into a rainbow and went straight to the sky.

On another small island, a young man stood silently on the mountain peak, and behind him was a woman, who bit her lower lip and looked at the young man in a daze.

"Must go?" the woman said softly after a long time.

"When I was a teenager, it was he who took me and the whole nation out of there, and I looked at his back and silently swore that I would be as strong as him in this life...... Now that I'm older, I have my own home and my own life...... But, I'm a life!" the young man closed his eyes, and after a moment they opened them violently, and his body stepped towards nothingness.

Behind him, the woman who seemed to have lost all her strength was watching silently.

"Wait for me, one day, I will be back!"

A similar scene appeared on many small islands, among the large number of scattered forces outside of Nanchen, and no force, no one, could stop the clansmen of the Life Clan from pursuing their Mozun's call.