Chapter 540 Ritual

As Jiang Xiaorou walked to the altar of the gods step by step, a red line appeared in the sky in the distance, and then, thousands of miles of red clouds rolled in, dyeing the sky above the earth a blood-like red.

The red cloud hangs down, as if the sky is about to drip viscous blood on the ground.

On the land of the gods, there is a woman of peerless elegance, watching this scene from a distance.

The woman's appearance is somewhat similar to Jiang Xiaorou's, but the childishness of Jiang Xiaorou's body is less, and it is more mature and charming.

She watched Jiang Xiaorou's every movement and every look, but her heart was not at ease.

Their barren tribe has inherited these endless years, and they have always shouldered the mission of belonging to the barren tribe. From ancient times to the present, their bloodlines are slowly weakening.

Now, they don't have much power anymore.

The barren kings of all dynasties must be recognized by the altar of gods, and awaken the ancient blood on the altar.

However, not every generation of barren kings can awaken successfully. In the history of barren tribes, there have been cases where barren kings are missing.

Moreover, even if awakening, there are preliminary awakening, deep awakening, and perfect awakening, etc., and the gap between them is huge.

With the passage of time, perhaps because of the passing of the power of the altar of the gods, fewer and fewer people have been able to deeply awaken the ancient blood of the barren kings in the past ten million years.

The beautiful woman in front of her had deeply awakened the ancient bloodline thousands of years ago. She ruled over the barren clan.

However, 20 years ago, a big accident happened, which left her severely injured and her bloodline damaged.

Although she is still powerful, her bloodline damage makes it difficult for her to drive the Holy Spirit of the Desolate Clan, which is very important to the Desolate Clan.

In this turbulent world, without the Holy Spirit of the barren, their inheritance of the barren may be destroyed.

Let Jiang Xiaorou set foot on the altar of divine bones and try to awaken her bloodline under the age of twenty. This is something that has never happened in the past millions of years.

Jiang Xiaorou was too young to complete such a ceremony at all, but she had to do it because they ran out of time.

"Miss, are you worried?"

Beside the woman, a young man in green clothes said respectfully, that this young man was the shepherd boy who came to Tai'a Shencheng and rescued Yi Yun.

The woman nodded slightly and sighed: "Worry and distress, Rouer has been separated from me since she was a child, she grew up alone in Yunhuang, and suffered all the hardships of the world, and finally reunited with me, but I can't give her much care. , but let her walk on the altar of gods and bear the mission of my barren clan."

"Rou'er has a special physique. Even if she is young, she may be recognized by the Holy Spirit. Being a real king of the desert is just the pain in her heart, but it makes me hard to let go."

Hearing the woman's words, the shepherd boy hesitated for a while, then considered his words, and said, "Niang Niang, Qing Kui dared to say, that boy named Yi Yun should always be remembered by the young master because he was separated from him, let the young master less smile"

The "Yi Yun" woman took a deep breath, but shook her head slightly, "I also know some of his deeds over the years, if he is just a mediocre person, it would be fine to stay with him in the Desolate Clan to reunite with Rou'er, but this son Not what is in the pool,

Don't expect him to stay peacefully in the barren clan, and in the future, he will definitely stir up the situation. I have a hunch that if Rouer negotiates too much with him, it may bring disaster. "

"I went my own way and suffered a loss back then. This is what I worry about. Even if I deliberately avoid some things, it is difficult to escape."

As the woman spoke, she let out a faint sigh, and at this time, Jiang Xiaorou had already reached the top of the altar of divine bones.

She raised her hand, holding the totem bone staff, and held it up high, her wide sleeves fell down, revealing Jiang Xiaorou's white as porcelain lotus arms, which were particularly eye-catching against the red clouds in the sky.

woohoo

Between heaven and earth, a gust of wind blew up.

Jiang Xiaorou's long hair and red robe were swept by the strong wind, and a desolate and vast aura instantly spread across the entire land.

All the wild beasts trembled slightly when the breath pressed down. They seemed to feel it, and they raised their heads and looked at the altar of the gods.

The wind is getting louder and louder, the wind is like thunder!

The red cloud also rolled with the wind, like a tidal wave.

In this gust of wind, the woman standing alone on the high altar, her cloak fluttered behind her, and her stick pointed at the sky, as if she was going to ride the wind and ride the clouds away.

Woohoo!

The endless red cloud that stretches for thousands of miles, driven by Jiang Xiaorou's movements, began to gather towards the altar of the gods. The red cloud set off a huge red vortex.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaorou looked solemn, and the blood in her whole body seemed to have been summoned by the ancients and became more and more hot.

Above her forehead, the three dots of cinnabar shimmered faintly. Above the sky, the red cloud gathered in the center and began to rotate and extend towards Jiang Xiaorou. From a distance, the entire sky was like a huge funnel.

Jiang Xiaorou sang the ancient scriptures of the barren clan. The syllables of these scriptures condensed into bright red characters and circulated around. The totem at the end of the bone staff in her hand seemed to come alive.

Finally, the red clouds in the sky fell on Jiang Xiaorou's slender body. The beautiful and tiny figure was engulfed by endless blood, and the vast aura that filled the heaven and earth also changed, and a chilling aura suddenly came.

The wild beasts around the altar of the gods couldn't help but lower their already crawling bodies, as if they were afraid of this huge power.

The red cloud is getting more and more violent, and Jiang Xiaorou's figure standing in it is as weak and slender as a feather.

Shrouded by the endless power of desolation, Jiang Xiaorou's eyes were very calm.

At this moment, what she was thinking about was not the barren clan, nor the ancient bloodline that was about to awaken, but the bits and pieces of her past.

In the past, she was just a poor girl in the deserted clouds. She worked hard every day, often all night long. Even so, she had to worry about food.

Such hard days seem unbearable to look back on, but in retrospect, there are bits and pieces of happiness

At that time, Yi Yun was everything to her, the spiritual sustenance of her life.

She was happy for Yi Yun's growth, and she was very happy for Yi Yun to become a member of Jinlongwei.

She originally thought that she would be a happy and ordinary woman all her life, watching her brother become famous and taking care of him silently. But she doesn't want her fate to be so bizarre. One day, she will stand on this altar, surrounded by endless wild beasts, to take on a mission so unfamiliar to her.

She has achieved supremacy, but this is not what she wants.

Now standing on this altar, she only feels an indescribable loneliness

To be continued.