Xiuxian: I have a dream space

Chapter 221
When Li Qingxuan was struggling.

Endless Grassland.

One after another, sudden changes occurred in the temples.

A devout believer is kneeling under the statue, praying to the great god of desolation that his eldest son can grow into the most powerful warrior of the tribe.

He is the patriarch of a middle-level tribe, and at the same time a powerful three-blood barbaric cultivator, comparable to the golden core of the human race, ruling thousands of miles of grasslands, with tens of millions of people under his command.

But in terms of offspring.

It's a little difficult.

For the eldest son who was born, this believer cherished it very much, and even paid a high price, hoping to get a response from the Rage God, and bestow divine water to baptize the youngest son.

Because of his status, he can be considered noble in this small temple.

So in the main hall of the temple, apart from the patriarch, there was only one God's maid wearing a wild animal skin standing at the door to serve this distinguished guest.

A devout prayer ceremony.

He slowly took out a fiery red spar from an animal skin bag at his waist, respectfully photographed it under the statue, and prayed:

"Great Flame God, on my [-]th birthday, I, Camoro, finally gave birth to my own heir, but I am worried that his aptitude is too poor to inherit my tribe. I hope that you, the great one, can bestow the god of water , to baptize the youngest son."

After finishing speaking, the man bowed his head respectfully, waiting for the idol's response.

Brutally cultivating, cultivating bloodlines.

The baptism of divine water can greatly increase the blood concentration of newborn children, and even have the opportunity to make children directly become the children of gods who have mastered innate supernatural powers.

Therefore, as long as they can afford the price, any barbaric cultivator will recklessly exchange for the treasured divine water for the sake of his offspring.

This is not only to care for future generations and give them a starting point beyond ordinary people, but also to stabilize one's own rule!

The maid of God at the door cast a greedy and envious glance at the spar.

Among barbarians, blood is respected.

Except for a very few lucky ones, whose blood returned to their ancestors, resulting in their potential far exceeding their peers, and being absorbed into those big families, the rest of them, the tricks of their lives, can almost be seen.

If her father had been willing to baptize her in exchange for divine water, then she would not only be a maid who worshiped the gods, but an incomparably respected envoy of the gods.

Thoughts drifting away.

The Maid of God suddenly felt something was wrong.

Offerings are offered.

Under normal circumstances, as long as the people below are believers, the idol will respond immediately.

At this moment, the main hall of the temple fell into deathly silence after the man offered sacrifices that far exceeded the specifications.

She has witnessed no less than a hundred times of God's bestowal.

Whether it is success or failure, within a few breaths, the great Flame God will definitely respond.

But at this time today, something is wrong!

The Maid of God raised her head nervously, and looked at the statue standing at the top of the hall.

next moment.

Her gaze became dull.

The god statue was originally surrounded by majestic charm, but at this moment, two lines of blood and tears were slowly left in those majestic and solid eyes.
"what!"

This frightening scene made the maid of God, who had hardly experienced any experience, scream in fright.

The tribal chief, who was waiting with his head down, frowned when he heard the commotion behind him.

How can there be any noise in the temple!
These high-level officials of the temple are too presumptuous. They dare to accept this kind of thing to serve the great Yanshen. They are definitely related.

Although he is the patriarch of a middle-level tribe, he doesn't want to cause trouble for the tribe for no reason.

I thought about it.

The pious patriarch silently let out a little bit of his huge aura, trying to frighten the maid behind him and warn her to keep quiet.

As a result, there was a bang.

Not only did the maid not be quiet, she tore open the closed temple gate and ran out in a frenzy.

"Bastard!"

"How dare you destroy my prayer ceremony!"

The patriarch was startled and angry, and finally couldn't help raising his head.

This heads up.

A pair of bleeding stone eyes were printed in his eyes together!

This! ! !
This three-blood savage cultivator, who was comparable to the Golden Core realm, trembled his majestic body, his face instantly turned pale, and his bloodless lips squirmed twice, before murmuring in disbelief: "The god has fallen."

It seems to confirm his words.

The bloody eyes of the god statue, the brilliance of the body collapsed extremely quickly.

The brilliance that originally shrouded the temple dissipated silently, and even the statues of the flames lost their previous charm and turned into mortal stones again.

Flame God, has fallen.

This scene happened in all the temples in the endless grassland at the same time.

As far as the eyes of the gods are concerned, they are all radiant.

But when the brilliance dissipates, it is the time when the gods fall.
The Flame God is the sky of the endless grassland.

Now the sky is falling
All of a sudden, all the barbarian tribes in the endless grassland fell into confusion and panic.

The great Flame God is not only the belief and umbrella of their barbarians, but also the basis for their blood to continue, and the ultimate direction of their practice.

Once the radiance of God dissipates.

foreseeable.

At most a thousand years, when all the barbarian cultivators of the four bloods are exhausted, the entire barbarian race will be wiped out by the human cultivators!
It is a matter of life and death for the barbarians!

All the four-blood savage cultivators, who are rare to see, no matter whether they were enemies in the past or not, all gathered at the Temple of God on Shenshan and started a meeting.

The human race and the barbarian race have been fighting for tens of thousands of years, and they have long been unable to merge.

Once there is no suppression of high-end combat power.

There are three big fights, and you will never be soft-hearted. It is possible to exterminate the barbarians!
Therefore, the grassland barbarians are now in a dilemma.

Or, before they fell, they invaded the hinterland of the human race, and recklessly exterminated and snatched the inheritance of the immortal way.

This step is very difficult.

Even the chances are slim.

Because of the immortal way of the human race, there are three big countries and dozens of small countries, and their power far exceeds that of the barbarians in the endless grassland.

And once the conflict escalates.

They can destroy countless small forces in the Immortal Dao.

The opponent's Nascent Soul cultivator can easily destroy countless small and medium barbarian tribes.

Or, before they fell, lead the entire barbarian tribe, bow their heads to Daqian, bow their heads and surrender, and give the barbarians a chance to integrate into Daqian.

The only difference between the human race and the barbarian race is the difference in the way of cultivation, but there is no barrier between the bloodlines, and there is a chance for fusion.

This choice actually means that the barbarians will perish in another way.

Moreover, Dagan may not be willing to accept them.

Among them, not all of them are willing to bow down to their former enemies for the sake of race, and lose their superior posture.

For the four blood barbarians who can live for thousands of years.

The ties between clansmen and bloodlines are very weak.

This also led to the meeting of everyone full of gunpowder.

Some people want to bow their heads, some people want to make a final fight, but more people want to unite everyone, kill a certain sect by surprise, and snatch the other party's inheritance.

By the time.

Everyone turn to cultivating immortality.

The barbarians in the endless grassland also turned to the way of cultivating immortals step by step, becoming another kingdom of cultivating immortals, and their status was not affected.

Isn't it beautiful?

Everyone is a four-blood barbaric cultivator with extraordinary talents and a high status.

It is difficult for anyone to convince each other.

Moreover, as soon as the Flame God fell, the elders of the temple who could have been reconciled had no right to speak in front of the strongest combat power of these barbarians at this moment. They could only quietly wait aside and witness the future destiny choices of the barbarians silently.

Seeing that among the crowd, the smell of gunpowder is getting heavier and heavier.

There was a crunch.

Without everyone noticing, the heavy ten thousand catty gate of the temple was pushed open from the outside.

for a while.

The voices of the people who were arguing fiercely stopped abruptly, and at the same time, they turned their astonished eyes to the door, wanting to know which bold person dared to disturb them at this time.

The visitor turned his back to the afterglow of the setting sun.

The long slanting shadow spread across the ground of the temple made of precious spiritual materials, giving everyone a great sense of oppression.

"This is."

An extremely old four-blood barbarian, sensing the oppressive tremor originating from the depths of his blood, his pupils shrank, and his stout body began to tremble.

The rest of the people are not stupid either.

Their eyes were all staring blankly at the strange face, and they couldn't believe their guesses in their hearts.

Only the original Great Elder of the temple looked at the person and said in a trembling voice, "Great Flame God, is that you?"

"Ah Fu, it's me, but I'm no longer a god. I'm afraid I'm going to make a mistake when I promised you to become the war spirit of the kingdom of God."

With a smile on his face, Yan stepped on the afterglow of the setting sun and walked slowly towards the crowd.

The four-blood savage cultivators, who have mastered the life and death of hundreds of millions of people, subconsciously separated to the two sides, still not recovering from the shock, watching him walk under the original statue, and slowly sat down.

The great elder of the temple also returned to God from the confirmed news.

In a flash, he appeared under Yan, kneeling on the ground, weeping uncontrollably: "Great Yan God, your brilliance is dim, let us think you"

Yan was condescending, looking down at the hundreds of four-blood brutal cultivators in the audience.

In the eyes of these people, there was suspicion and excitement, but more silence, far less excited than the Great Elder of the temple.

A trace of teasing flashed in Yan's eyes, he gently stroked his palm, lifted the kneeling elder of the temple, and said softly: "I have indeed fallen, but I have also been reborn. From today onwards, there will be no more Yanshen, only five Blood Brutal Cultivator, Yan!"

The voice fell.

Boom~
Endless coercion descended from the void, suppressing hundreds of Manxiu who were comparable to Nascent Soul.

One by one, the high-ranking wild cultivators, without even the slightest resistance, were crushed and crawled under Yan's feet, unable to move, life and death were in the hands of others.

This is the descendant of the bloodline radiated by the radiance of God.

For the source of blood in front of him.

Can't become a god.

No matter how many of them there are, there is no room for resistance.

Now, everyone finally believed that the handsome young man in front of them was the real Flame God!
He is deified!

Even suspicious people still have doubts in their hearts, but at this moment in front of the absolute strength, they dare not surface it again, and turned into submission instead.

Seeing that everyone surrendered, Yan withdrew his coercion and nodded, "Okay, let's all go back. With me here, the endless grassland will not be chaotic, and everything can go on as usual!"

After speaking, he turned around, ignored the crowd, and looked at his god statue that had lost its charm.

The experience of looking at your own idol is quite interesting.

see.

A series of majestic figures left the temple as if fleeing.

In the end, in the temple, apart from Yan He, the great elder of the temple serving him, there were only a few old four-blood barbarian cultivators left.

They still bowed their heads, unwilling to leave.

Seeing that Yan was still looking at his statue, the Great Elder of the temple took a step forward and whispered, "Why do you still stay here and disturb the great Yan God's rest!"

The leading old man said helplessly: "Grand Elder, we don't want to disturb the great god, but now the god has lost its brilliance and cannot radiate the tribe, which means that the new generation of our tribe will continue to follow the blood, and will become more and more It’s difficult, there must be a way to solve this matter.”

These few of them don't have much lifespan.

So even though he was afraid in his heart, in order for his bloodline to continue to reproduce safely, he could only risk offending Yan, whose situation was unknown, hoping to get an answer.

The great elder of the temple sighed.

There is also a huge family behind him, and he understands the few people in front of him, but this does not mean that a few people are allowed to disturb the great god!

The reappearance of Yan gave the Great Elder the greatest confidence.

He stretched out his palm and was about to expel a few people.

Yan's voice came from above his head: "Don't worry, just wait at ease, when the time comes, you will know the path I have chosen for you."

He turned his back to everyone, and his demeanor was indifferent.

Hearing this, several people did not dare to stay any longer, and after respectfully saluting, they followed and left.

Follow the crowd to leave.

The Great Elder of the temple cautiously walked in front of Yan, who had become extremely handsome, and said respectfully: "Great God, is this what you looked like when you were a mortal? I immediately ordered that all the statues be changed to your current appearance."

Although I don't know why the great Flame God changed his appearance after turning into a human body.

But that's not what he should care about.

as a servant of God.

He only needs to maintain the order of the great Flame God, the majesty and sanctity of the barbarians!
After hearing what he said, Yan laughed and waved his hands: "No need, without the Kingdom of God, faith is meaningless to me, Ah Fu, you can leave too, I want to be alone here for a while .”

The Great Elder of the temple saluted respectfully and left the hall in an instant.

The opened temple gate slowly closed.

As soon as people leave.

Yan, who was still holding his posture, leaned directly under his statue, his rosy face turned pale.

He quickly stretched out his palm and pressed it on the statue.

A faint radiance emerged.

Outside the temple, the Great Elder of the temple who was waiting at the door sensed the familiar radiance inside, and his face was extremely excited.

The radiance of God.

The great Flame God really hasn't fallen!

As for Yan's words, if they are all human in the future, they will be automatically blocked by him.

God is God!

How could you want to be a human being!

It must be Yanshen, who wanted to experience the novelty of being a human being, and would have such absurd behavior, and take the initiative to restrain all the brilliance
The Great Elder is thinking about it.

Yan in the temple looked at his strange face in the light, but smiled wryly.

Never thought.

In the end, the body of this descendant became his last straw.

Now that I have been reborn along the bloodline.

The dead soul tree captured by the emperor should also be reborn!
Sudden.

Yan seemed to have sensed something, and looked in the direction of Daqian, with shock and anger appearing on his handsome face!
The connection between the dead soul tree and himself is broken! ! !

(End of this chapter)