Chapter 52 Worshiping the Spirit: West Rat

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Shenlu Jiling let out another earth-shattering roar, the ground trembled and dust was everywhere.

"Little savage..." Its eyes were bigger than a copper bell, and it glared at Lu Qingshan, revealing a monstrous killing intent, trembling with anger, "How dare you bully me like this?!!"

What happened today is truly a shame and humiliation never before experienced by this aloof Julu Clan Jiling.

I was so terrified by the barbarian in front of me that I took the initiative to ask for peace, but I didn't expect that I could swallow my anger like this, but the barbarian in front of me kicked his nose in the face.

Too much deception!

After stabilizing his figure a bit, Shenlu didn't care about the blood dripping from his head, on the antlers, there were immediately blazing and dazzling light patterns.

In this dark night, this light condenses like a big sun.

This Giant Deer Clan Sacrificial Spirit was obviously ready to make a big move.

Lu Qingshan immediately felt his hair stand on end.

He could feel the power and might in that light streak, which was terrifying.

This was a powerful blow from the fifth-rank peak monster. If he didn't handle it well, he would be in danger of dying.

Shenlu carefully stimulated the demon power in his body, and he also had endless fear in his heart about the barbarian wielding a sword in front of him.

It doesn't want to overturn when it uses the strongest supernatural power, and be counterattacked by this barbarian.

Being so cautious, it was keenly aware that something was wrong, but for a while, it couldn't find where the abnormality came from.

Its doubts did not last long.

The next moment, a flying sword appeared in its eyes.

The flying sword is a bit small, not like a sword, but more like a flying knife.

The little Lee brand.

Ripples flashed on the flying sword, and the flying sword was as smooth as running water.

what is this? !

Ji Ling's scalp was numb.

It didn't feel too much power from this flying sword, but this is the most terrifying thing!

Lu Qingshan didn't give Ji Ling much chance to react.

Heart Sword --- Fetal Light!

No matter how strong Ji Ling's physical body is, this sword designed to kill the primordial spirit ignores the physical body and directly cuts into the primordial spirit of the deer.

In Ji Ling's mind, a sword light lit up.

After a while, the flickering and concentrated light lines between the antlers of the Jiling suddenly dispersed, and a trace of confusion appeared in its eyes.

The sword of fetal light is also the sword of breaking troubles.

Since we want to get rid of afflictions, we must first arouse them.

"Blood, blood, I want to jump the Dragon Gate and break my shackles!"

"I want to enter the sixth rank!" This was the roar from Ji Ling's heart, which suddenly echoed in its ears.

"Master Jiling, we are incompetent. There are thousands of clans in our barbarian clan, and each clan wants to win the Dragon Gate quota for the sacrifice spirit of our clan, and help the sacrifice spirit of our clan complete the bloodline advancement.

Our Julu tribe has no great talents. Although we have tried our best, we are still powerless and have no harvest! "Zhuji Luman's apologetic voice caught his ears.

This is a real scene that Shenlu has experienced before.

"This group of trash can't enter Longmen, how can I get in?!" It felt irritable.

These scenes only flickered in Ji Ling's mind for a moment, and it came back to its senses.

It is at the peak of the fifth rank, and its soul strength is much stronger than that of Luman, so the recovery time is also much faster than that of Luman.

But the moment of dazzled by the sacrifice to the spirit is enough for Lu Qingshan.

When the Julu Clan's sacrifice spirit returned to its senses, its vision was filled with a green long sword, and there was a strange power lingering on the sword.

This sword pierced directly along the wound on its head!

And after handing the peach blossom into Shenlu's skull, the purest and purest sword energy suddenly erupted from the sword body.

The sword was in Shenlu's body, even if he activated the sword energy, no one could see this situation, so Lu Qingshan didn't keep his hand anymore.

pain!

At this critical moment, Shenlu didn't care about the origin of the sword qi, and immediately used his own blood and demon power with all his strength, trying to eliminate the sword qi scurrying around in his body.

It only takes a little time.

But no one wanted to change, and the next moment this huge sacrificial spirit changed expression.

——In this long sword penetrating into the body, there is still a very strange force lingering, suppressing its vitality and blood.

Peach Blossom: immortal.

This is why Lu Qingshan changed the dragon sparrow to peach blossom.

After breaking through the defense of the spirit of worship with the help of the dragon bird's supernatural power, the peach blossom, which has a strong ability to restrain the body, can play its role.

Taking advantage of the juncture when the sacrificial spirit's blood was blocked, Lu Qingshan finally had no scruples, condensed the immortal true intention and the killing sword intent, and borrowed the immortal true intention to evolve the killing.

The tyrannical killing sword intent spewed out!

"You are a sword..." At this time, how could this giant deer clan sacrificial spirit fail to recognize Lu Qingshan's identity as a sword cultivator.

But unfortunately, it knew too late.

What the monks Youxiong and Julu saw in their eyes was the arrogant deer. After Lu Qingshan pierced the skull with a sword, the huge brain was immediately smashed to pieces and torn apart.

boom!

Shenlu's huge body fell down with a bang, making a deep hole on the ground, and the scene was truly spectacular.

Lu Qingshan slowly retracted his sword, took out a elixir from the storage ring and took it.

This is the healing elixir that Xia Daoyun prepared for him, and its quality is of the fifth rank.

He just suffered some minor injuries, but he took such a precious elixir, it seemed that he was quite reckless.

But Lu Qingshan thought about it again, Xia Daoyun had prepared a lot of this pill for him, and the chance of getting hurt was less, so it was unnecessary, so he no longer frugal.

After beheading the Julu tribe's sacrifice spirit, Lu Qingshan was not in a hurry to hunt down and wipe out the remaining Julu tribe monks.

Anyway, now these Julu monks are ashamed and have no fighting spirit.

He hangs high in the sky, scanning the audience with stern eyes, "If monk Julu wants to survive, he will immediately fall to the ground."

With the monstrous majesty of beheading the priest first and then the spirit, Lu Qingshan's words were obviously very plain, but in the ears of the Julu monks, they were like whispers of evil spirits, and immediately dozens of Julu monks fell to the ground.

They have no choice.

There is a monk of the bear tribe in front of him, who is fierce and powerful. It took a second for his family to celebrate the sacrifice, and the sacrifice did not last long. This kind of character is not something they can contend with at all.

What's the point of futile resistance in a game of defeat?

Keeping the green hills there, not afraid of running out of firewood, giving up resistance is the only choice at present.

After someone took the lead, those Julu monks who were still hesitating also took it for granted: Anyway, I wasn't the first to counsel.

Soon, dozens of monks chose to land.

Of course, there are also some hard bones.

Lu Qingshan looked at the Julu cultivator who was still hanging in the air, fighting with both hands, but gritting his teeth and refusing to land, nodded and praised without anger: "You have more backbone than these people below."

Whoosh!

The next moment Lu Qingshan rushed out, holding peach blossoms in his hand, before the seven or eight strong giant deer monks, like mowing grass, he cut down a piece of grass in an instant.

boom! boom! boom!

"Since you don't want to land on your own, then I'll send you to land." Lu Qingshan said.

These few giant deer monks have turned into dead bodies, falling from the air and falling on the ground among the giant deer monks.

"Brother." Lu Qingshan shouted.

In the crowd, the patriarch Xiong didn't realize it at the first time, and was stunned for a moment, then realized his role, and quickly responded: "Brother, I'm here!"

"Send someone to send a message to the Julu tribe, so that if the Julu patriarch still wants the lives of these Julu monks, he will bring a ransom to the bear and redeem his tribe."

"OK......"

 …

There were bear monks who came out in full force, and they returned in full force, and the number was almost doubled by Bai Bai-everyone had one or two giant deer monks in their hands.

All the bear monks were a little dazed.

This crisis that almost caused Youxiong to collapse, was resolved like this?

They also followed Elder Xiong Hao for a trip, and the time to do it was not even a warm-up. The monks of the Julu tribe gave up resistance and let their captives manipulate them?

All of this is like a dream, so they haven't been able to react until now.

The only thing I understand is that this patriarch's brother who returned to the clan after traveling for a hundred years must have had an adventure with Elder Xiong Hao, and possessed unimaginable strength.

As long as Elder Hao is around, no one will dare to bully them with the Bear Clan.

——The world of comprehension is the same whether it is human race or barbarian race. A top monk is enough to decide everything.

Thinking in this way, the Youxiong monks looked at the back of 'Youxiong Hao' with a little more reverence.

Elder Hao is fine in everything...just too thin.

Seeing Elder Hao's figure, Brother Youxiong thought again.

The barbarians regard grandeur as beauty.

You must know that their strength is so weak compared to Elder Hao, but the muscles on their bodies are bulging. Elder Hao must have suffered too much during the hundred years of traveling outside.

Thank you, Elder Hao!

...

When Brother Youxiong returned to the clan with the captured Julu monk, Youxiong suddenly turned into a sea of ​​joy. Everyone lit the bonfire, took out the self-brewed wine that had been stored for a long time, and drank it.

They have been shrouded in the dark clouds of the Julu clan for a long time, and now the clouds have finally cleared, no wonder they are so excited.

In the quiet room.

"Thank you, brother, for saving You Xiong." The patriarch You Xiong said respectfully.

"Don't blame me for not leading you to wipe out the giant deer. There are bears when there are big ones?" Lu Qingshan asked with a half-smile and deep meaning.

"People of the barbarian tribe know how to eat as much food as you want." Patriarch Youxiong said with a straight face, "With Youxiong's current strength, I am very lucky to be able to keep Youxiong's foundation."

Lu Qingshan nodded, he was quite satisfied with the fact that the Xiong patriarch had come.

"Since I helped you solve the disaster of the giant deer," Lu Qingshan casually threw out a crystal tablet and said calmly, "You must do what you promised earlier.

Otherwise... what happened to the two blessings will be your end. . "

A patriarch of the Xiong family took the crystal card, his expression kept changing, he was silent for a moment, then he let out a long breath, nodded slowly and said: "Brother said, I will definitely remember it in my heart."

Crystal tokens are communication tokens.

As a condition for helping the patriarch of the bear to relieve the disaster of the giant deer, from then on, the patriarch of the bear has to act as the eyeliner buried in the wild land of Daxia, and pass the latest information on the barbarian side to the young people in time through the communication token. Dian over there.

Patriarch Xiong felt a little bitter in his heart.

In the past, when the clan was in danger, he didn't care much, so he could only take the risk of asking Daxia Shaodian for help. Now that things have turned around, he is entangled in his heart about the forbidden matter of fornicating with the human clan.

But no matter how hard he struggled, he didn't dare to regret it.

...

the second day.

"Ji Ling is dead." A patriarch Xiong brought big news to Lu Qingshan.

"It's good to bury it." Lu Qingshan was not surprised, there were bears who were injured by sacrifices, and it was indeed too serious.

"In a few days, it will be the day for our barbarians to worship their ancestors." Patriarch Xiong said again.

"Ancestor Worship Day?" Lu Qingshan frowned, knowing that this is the most important ceremony of the barbarians, he suddenly said with interest: "Tell me about it in detail."

The day of ancestor worship is the most solemn event for these thousands of barbarians in the wild land.

Because on the day of ancestor worship, in addition to the ceremony of worshiping the barbarian ancestors, there is also the most important Longmen challenge for the major clans.

The Dragon Gate Challenge, which competes for places in the Dragon Gate, is held every twenty years. The time is not fixed on a certain day, but it is generally within a certain range.

Lu Qingshan just happened to catch up with the ancestor worship of the barbarians this time.

The places to enter Longmen are extremely precious. Except for the five top clans of the barbarians who each have five fixed places, which other small and medium clans are eligible to always occupy a place?

And this kind of resource scramble cannot be separated by talking alone. The simplest and most convincing way is to use fists to determine who is superior.

In order to ensure that the strength of the barbarians is not lost in internal fighting, and that each clan has a chance to obtain a dragon quota, the great dream witch of the barbarians designated the puncher as a young monk of each clan.

If the quota of the dragon gate is small, it only provides a chance for the monsters and beasts of all clans to jump into the dragon gate. If it is large, it is related to the rise and fall of the clan.

Therefore, whether it is a barbarian or a sacrificial spirit, they all attach great importance to the Longmen challenge.

"At that time, the patriarchs of the thousands of clans will bring the most outstanding young members of the clan to the ancestral land with the sacrifice spirit." A patriarch Xiong introduced: "That scene is unimaginable!"

"Will all the clans go to offer sacrifices to the spirits?" Lu Qingshan, who hadn't thought about it before, suddenly had his eyes lit up and asked hastily.

"As long as the clans that participate in the ancestor worship ceremony, the spirit sacrifice will go together. Only a very small number of clans cannot participate in the ancestor worship due to some special envoys, so they will be left behind." A patriarch Xiong thought for a while and affirmed.

Lu Qingshan's mind suddenly became active.

He has mastered the secret of transforming sword qi into form, but there is still a very important process to go through if he wants to truly reach the realm of transforming sword qi into form, that is to observe all kinds of beasts and find the beast that best suits his heart.

Then, get its meaning, and finally transform it into form.

On this ancestor worship day, according to what the patriarch Xiong said, all major clans will be present to worship the spirits, and there must be a wild dance of beasts

Isn't it suitable to observe all beasts?

This is the treasure land where his sword energy transforms into form!

"Is there any bear family ready to worship the ancestors this time?" Lu Qingshan asked.

"We won't go this time," a bear patriarch shook his head, "We are considered a special situation now."

"Go." Lu Qingshan said lightly.

A Xiong patriarch looked at Lu Qingshan in surprise, obviously not understanding why Lu Qingshan would suddenly intervene in this matter.

And regarding Lu Qingshan's decision, he was a little entangled and hesitant, hesitating to speak.

"Why, is there a problem?" Lu Qingshan asked.

The patriarch of Xiong gritted his teeth, simply ignored it, and said honestly: "But Lord Jiling just passed away, and we have bears who don't have Jiling now... so we can't participate in this ancestor worship."

"If there is no sacrificial spirit, then go to form a contract with a new sacrificial spirit," Lu Qingshan taught: "How can the clan live without a sacrificial spirit?"

"But... now that we have bears, not only do we not have sacrifices to the spirits, we are also not responsible for the consecration of the bonded sacrifices to the spirits..." the patriarch of the bear said cautiously.

Seeing patriarch Xiong's timid appearance, Lu Qingshan didn't make things difficult for him.

He had to go for this ancestor worship, but the barbarians are so repulsive to the human race, and ancestor worship is so important to the barbarians, so he must be heavily guarded. He can only participate in this ancestor worship under the cover of being a bear clan.. ....

After pondering for a moment, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in Lu Qingshan's eyes, and he had an idea.

He slapped the spirit beast bag and called out the king of the rats.

"Thus, the beast will act as the sacrifice spirit of the bear clan for the time being, and it will be enough to participate in the ancestor worship." Lu Qingshan pointed to the bewildered King Xishu who hadn't figured out the situation yet.

"The Rat Demon...?" Looking at the King of the Western Rats, the patriarch Xiong suddenly fell into a daze. It was obviously difficult to understand how a monk like Lu Qingshan would use the Rat Demon as his pet.

He hesitated for a long time, and then said bitterly to Lu Qingshan: "Brother, if we use the rat demon as a sacrifice this time, the bear clan will probably be ridiculed by the major clans from now on...

Maybe it will get the title of "Rat Clan" by then...."

The barbarians, who consider grandeur to be beautiful, obviously cannot accept the fact that a little mouse demon is used as a sacrificial spirit of their own clan.

Lu Qingshan was not annoyed either.

"The colorful world is charming, don't play tricks on Master Shu!" But the mouse monster on the side jumped at this moment.

Although it doesn't know the current specific situation, the contempt for it in the words of the patriarch Xiong can still be heard.

The mouse demon asked the patriarch of the bear, dissatisfied: "What's wrong with the mouse, where is the bear? Are you looking down on Master Shu?"

"Don't dare." A patriarch Xiong hurriedly apologized.

Look at the Buddha's face even if you don't look at the monk's face.

This is the monster of "brother", and the patriarch Xiong can only coax it politely.

Lu Qingshan saw that the King of the Western Mouse was pretending to be a tiger with his arms akimbo, and that he was clearly a man of eight feet, but he could only sweat profusely and apologize to the mouse monster. In the end, he did not embarrass the leader of the Xiong, but Send a sound transmission to the King West Mouse, and give an order.

King Xishu pursed his lips in dissatisfaction when he received Lu Qingshan's request, but finally nodded.

"You show me." The King of the West Mouse called to the patriarch of Xiong.

Then, under the astonished eyes of the patriarch Xiong, King Xishu stood up abruptly, raised his front paws above his head, and then spun and shook at a dizzying speed, as if shaking out a flower.

A red aura appeared, covering the whole body of the mouse demon, and immediately, the mouse demon's figure swelled rapidly.

Moments later, the King of the Western Rat turned into a giant silver-gray tiger, whose size was only slightly smaller than the original Jiling of the Xiong clan.

"It's the tiger of Qingzhou!" King Xishu roared at the sluggish leader Youxiong.

"Now, it's appropriate for it to act as the sacrifice spirit of the Xiong Clan for the time being." Lu Qingshan pointed to the King Xishu who had turned into a fox demon, and said to the leader of the Xiong Clan.

A patriarch of the Xiong came back to his senses, his eyes were still dazed, but subconsciously, he answered subconsciously: "It's suitable, it's perfect!"

"It's good enough," Lu Qingshan nodded in satisfaction, "Get ready, this year's ancestor worship, we have the bear clan to participate!"

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