Chapter 55

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After another half a day, the twenty-five contestants of this year's ancestor worship contest were finally born.

This time, there were no dark horses in the ancestor worship contest, and the ones who won the Longmen places in the end were all outstanding barbarians from the old clans.

At this time, the ancestor worship ceremony is the most lively time.

——Damengwu is about to open the secret realm of Longmen, and let the clans sacrifice their spirits to enter.

The fifty sacrificial spirits were already ready to go, eager to try, looking at the statue in the middle of the lake with burning eyes.

The Longmen Secret Realm is just under that statue.

Lu Qingshan mingled among the crowd, watching leisurely.

No matter how good the Longmen Secret Realm is, it is only for monsters, so he doesn't have too many ideas.

The King of the West Rat is also indifferent.

Although breaking the shackles of the bloodline sounds extremely tempting, the problem is that it is only at the third rank now.

And its own bloodline is already the bloodline of the sixth-rank phantom mouse, plus it was later passed down by the demon spirit, it is still too early to be chained by the bloodline.

Everyone waited for about half an hour, but the big dream witch did not appear for a long time.

A green bull with scales seemed to be getting impatient, and asked aloud: "Shi Lin, we are all ready, why hasn't Damengwu come out yet, did you forget to inform him that the ancestor worship competition is over? gone?"

Shi Lin is the disciple of the Great Dream Witch, that handsome barbarian boy.

As soon as the ancestor worship ceremony was over, the Great Khan had already left the ancestral land.

In fact, most of the time, the barbarian Khan would not appear in the ancestor worship ceremonies, and this time was one of the few exceptions.

As for the big dream witch, he went to the depths of the ancestral land to meet the barbarian clan's sacred beasts.

Therefore, in Namtso at this time, only Shi Lin was left in charge of supervising the progress of the ancestor worship competition.

"As soon as the ancestor worship competition is over, I have already sent a spiritual letter to inform the master," Shi Lin also frowned slightly, feeling a little strange, but as a disciple of the Great Dream Witch, he still knows how to control the scene,

He hurriedly comforted him: "Senior Niu Mo, Master, the old man may have been delayed for a while because of important matters. Please be calm and don't rush for a moment."

After being told by Shi Lin, Qingniu Jiling couldn't say anything more, and fell silent again.

In this way, everyone waited for another hour.

At this time, even the barbarians who were just watching the theater and the priests who were not qualified to enter the Dragon Gate began to commotion, and many people were whispering.

"The grand competition for ancestor worship is over, why hasn't the Great Dream Witch come out? As the Great Dream Witch, he shouldn't have made such omissions."

"Indeed, something happened to the big dream witch?" Someone speculated.

Even Lu Qingshan gradually had some bad premonitions in his heart, "Could it be something unexpected?"

"How is it possible? Our barbarian ancestor worship ceremony has been held for thousands of years, and I have never heard of an accident." A patriarch Xiong retorted subconsciously.

Well, it's fine if you don't say that.

Now that I have said this, according to the tradition, this accident has to happen if it doesn't happen...

boom!

Just as Lu Qingshan complained about Patriarch Youxiong in his heart, an earth-shattering explosion came to everyone's ears.

A violent energy fluctuation has already exploded in the air.

Lu Qingshan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked in the direction of the sound source. The place where the energy came out was the depths of the ancestral land, which was far, far away.

When he glanced at it, he could only see two faint shadows, which couldn't be seen clearly at all.

Roar!

A violent roar followed.

"This is the voice of Ancang Molong! What's going on? How did you startle it?!" Patriarch Xiong who was standing beside Lu Qingshan exclaimed.

"Dark Cang Molong?" Lu Qingshan's pupils shrank slightly.

"An Cang Molong is our barbarian clan's sacred beast, an eighth-rank existence, who has survived for an unknown number of years, even the Great Dream Witch has to be respectful in front of An Cang Molong, and dare not be disrespectful.

Most of the time, Ancang Molong is in deep sleep, and every time after the ancestor worship ceremony, the Great Dream Witch will go to see him once," a Xiong Patriarch swallowed and murmured : "Something has happened, something has happened..."

You see that your back is full of flags, so it's no wonder that nothing happened.

Lu Qingshan couldn't complain.

The violent energy fluctuations triggered a muffled thunderous explosion. Even though it was extremely far away from the place where the battle took place, Lu Qingshan still felt a little numb.

In the distant sky, red and black almost occupied the entire sky.

The light even covered the sun, and even the layers of white clouds were shaken away.

Moreover, this energy fluctuation seems to be getting stronger and stronger, already making them feel a little coercive in the ancestral land.

Lu Qingshan faintly felt something was wrong.

Intuition told him that it seemed the most correct choice to leave this place immediately.

Trembling ---

A strange voice came.

Lu Qingshan turned his head and found that the king of the rat, who had turned into a giant tiger, was shaking his legs violently due to the shock of this energy pressure.

——Although it turned into a giant tiger, it was still a rat demon in essence.

But rat gallbladder has always been small.

"Don't be afraid," Lu Qingshan felt a little funny, "It's far away, it won't affect us."

"Master Shu is not afraid." Although the king of the Western Mouse is timid, he really wants to save face.

"I'm not afraid, then why are you shaking..." a patriarch Xiong subconsciously said.

"I'm not trembling, I'm full of energy." The King of the West Mouse would never admit defeat.

"Dark Cang Molong..." Here, Lu Qingshan came back to his senses and muttered, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly raised his head to look deep into the ancestral land.

"If I can observe a monster of the eighth rank, maybe I, a sword spirit creature who is short of a foot, can break through the sea of ​​consciousness, and then appear..."

However, he was a little hesitant.

The distance was too far, and he couldn't see the whole picture of Ancang Molong clearly.

He had to get closer so that he could observe it. However, it was a battleground where the existence of the eight realms existed, and even if the aftermath affected him, it would definitely not be something he could bear.

This move is somewhat dangerous.

While Lu Qingshan was still hesitating, the situation suddenly changed again.

Above them, countless black threads suddenly appeared.

Not long after, these black threads gathered together and turned into a figure whose exact appearance was not clear.

Seeing this scene, Lu Qingshan's face suddenly changed.

These black threads are transformed by magic energy.

Therefore, the figure in front of him is from the Demon Race!

How could you meet someone from the Demon Race here?

In this case, the person who fought Ancang Molong was naturally a member of the demon clan.

The people of the demon clan in the sky are all from the underworld. With such manpower, how can the plan be so simple?

Thinking of this, Lu Qingshan felt a chill in his heart.

"Who are you?" An old man with white beard and hair but a very ruddy complexion stood up and asked that strange figure.

He is one of the five top clans of the barbarian clan, the patriarch of the barbarian spirit clan, Kui Yue.

Kui Yue cautiously looked at the figure in front of her, only feeling that his cultivation was unfathomable.

If it weren't for the existence of other barbarian masters and sacrifice spirits on the field at this time, he would not have dared to stand up.

Soon, several figures from the barbarian side flew out from the crowd, forming a character shape, surrounding this strange figure that suddenly appeared.

"Patriarch Kuiyue, this person has a strange aura, he doesn't look like a human being." The patriarch of the Manmu clan raised his eyebrows upright, staring at the strange figure in front of him who had been silent since he appeared.

Being reminded like this, Kui Yue glanced again seriously, suddenly horrified and inexplicable.

The person in front of him has an extremely strange aura, and he really doesn't look like a human being.

And that weird figure finally moved at this moment.

The next moment, countless black air gushed out from his body suddenly.

The black air was as black as ink, forming one cloud after another, and then suddenly expanded, falling in all directions, swallowing all the light in an instant, and pulling everyone into a dark night demon realm.

Lu Qingshan's eyes suddenly went dark.

At the top of this dark world, a scarlet vertical eye appeared, like a ghost overlooking the world.

magic domain.

Lu Qingshan has already realized what kind of means this is.

The Demon Realm corresponds to the Dao Realm of human monks, and it is a method that can only be used by cultivation bases above the Seventh Realm.

This is the ability to control the world.

The monks in this dark world are not only reduced to the lowest visibility, but also completely isolated from their spiritual sense detection.

This world has been controlled by the demon who suddenly appeared.

This made everyone fearful, and the grumpy sacrifice spirits roared even more.

The scene was chaotic.

"Go back," Kui Ling's expression changed as he was also pulled into this dark world, and he shouted loudly, "People below the seventh level, get out of here quickly!"

Although the barbarians on the field were not members of his clan, but they were also barbarians, Qui Ling instinctively stopped in front of the strange figure, trying to buy time for the barbarian monks to escape.

The same is true for other barbarian overhauls, their whole bodies are suddenly radiant, as if a scorching sun is rising in their bodies.

They stopped in front of the demon clan.

As for those ferocious seventh-rank sacrifice spirits, they already violently rushed towards that strange figure.

"Hiss—" The strange figure just laughed dryly, and then disappeared from the spot in a flash.

The sacrificial spirits rushed to nothing, and scanned the surroundings angrily, looking for the disappearing demon member, and found that the person had appeared hundreds of feet to the left.

In the midst of darkness, several clusters of black air flew out of the demon's body and landed on a few barbarian monks with low cultivation.

These barbarian monks didn't have any strength to resist, their strong and vigorous bodies shriveled up quickly, and finally turned into a mummified corpse and collapsed on the ground.

This terrible scene made many barbarian monks fearful.

For a moment, the blood was soaring, and the barbarian monks were ready to fight, everyone was in danger, and their figures quickly swept back, preparing to escape from this area.

The same is true for Lu Qingshan, who hastily fled here.

When turning around, Lu Qingshan subconsciously glanced at the statue in the center of the lake.

This is not the first time he has looked at this statue. Every time he looks at it, he feels an inexplicable familiar atmosphere. He has also pondered it carefully, but in the end he still finds nothing.

But this time, the familiar aura on the statue was extra strong.

It's a pity that the situation is urgent now, and he doesn't have time to think about the statue.

Withdrawing his gaze, Lu Qingshan continued to retreat, the King Xishu had already returned to his original form and hid in his sleeve robe.

Fortunately, that strange figure seemed to just want to mess up the scene, and had no intention of killing the barbarian monks, so it completely let go of the restrictions of the demon realm, allowing them to move more easily.

Otherwise, if the casters of the Demon Realm intend to target them, it will be difficult for them in the Demon Realm to move forward.

"We have to break through this demon realm first," the patriarch Kui Yue roared, "Everyone, follow me!"

Lu Qingshan heard the voice of the patriarch Kui Yue, but he didn't look back.

He didn't dare to put his hope on others, so he could only speed up again and escape from the enveloping range of the Demon Realm first.

The retreat was exceptionally smooth.

Not long after, Lu Qingshan's eyes lit up, and the sun that had disappeared for a long time fell on him again.

He left the Demon Realm without any risk.

You have to get out of here, maybe what will happen next!

Lu Qingshan's heart moved, and he was about to fly away to the east.

To the east is the direction to leave the wild land.

Although the man from the Demon Race who didn't know his intentions didn't seem to have much murderous intentions towards the barbarian monks, but the feeling that life and death are in the hands of others is not good.

So it is best for him to leave the wild land as soon as possible, which is the correct answer.

boom!

Just as Lu Qingshan was about to leave, he heard a muffled thunderous explosion from a distance.

The battle on Ancang Molong's side is still going on.

Lu Qingshan's body stopped suddenly, and the previous thought popped up again.

Do you want to go and see?

Ancang Molong's battle location is deep in the ancestral land, if he chooses to watch from the sidelines, he will have to pass through here again when he returns.

"Just take a few glances from a distance, and leave after reading it. Be careful and nothing will happen." Lu Qingshan didn't hesitate for too long, gritted his teeth, and finally decided to take this risk.

More than a thousand sacrificial spirits failed to allow him to give birth to the sword qi holy spirit. If he missed this opportunity, he would have to wait until the year of the monkey if he wanted to reach the realm of sword qi transforming into form?

After making up his mind, Lu Qingshan didn't hesitate anymore, first put the King of the Western Mouse into the spirit beast bag, and then headed towards the battle site of Ancang Molong, plundering wildly at low altitude.

His speed was extremely fast, after half a quarter of an hour, Lu Qingshan finally reached the distance enough to clearly see the figures of both sides in the battle.

In the blue sky, two figures are constantly intertwined, colliding ferociously, the space seems to be slightly rippling under this fierce offensive, and there is a terrifying energy spreading in all directions.

The area around their battle field was already a mess, with rocks flying everywhere.

On both sides of the battle, on one side was a middle-aged male cultivator in his forties with a refined appearance.

It's just that the black devilish energy tumbling over his body destroyed this elegant feeling.

On the other side is a five-clawed black dragon.

The dragon horns of the black dragon are crystal clear, with black light shining, and the whole body is covered with black scales.

Those scales are like armor, each piece is as big as a door, and it even shines a little bit of brilliance, just looking at it makes people feel shocked.

Among the black clouds, the body of An Cangmolongqing black and cold light is looming, as long as hundreds of feet, as thick as the back of a mountain.

This is the god beast of the barbarian clan, the dragon clan standing tall and proud of the sky.

Ancang Molong stepped on the void, and every time he moved, the void trembled.

The invisible coercion came down from a distance of more than ten miles, making Lu Qingshan's heart tremble.

"Is this the Dragon Clan?" Lu Qingshan hid himself in the forest, with a strange color flashing in his eyes, looking at the Ancang Molong who seemed to be a black Great Wall in a daze.

Observe the shape and understand its meaning.

The meaning of endless desolation and long time appeared in Lu Qingshan's mind.

He has a clear understanding of every tiny tribe in the body of Ancang Molong.

In this meticulous observation, he even felt the terrifying power contained in his physical body.

The strong sense of crisis seems to have inspired Lu Qingshan's potential, making his observation speed unprecedentedly fast.

bang bang bang!

Continuous banging sounds resounded in the air.

Lu Qingshan took a deep breath, and sketched the appearance of An Cang Molong in his mind.

The feeling of the sword energy being born in the sea of ​​consciousness became more and more obvious.

In the next moment, his sea of ​​consciousness began to turbulent and tumbling, as if some terrifying beast wanted to come out of the bottom of the sea to take a look at the outside world.

come out, come out!

Lu Qingshan kept shouting in his heart.

boom!

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there was a huge roar suddenly.

He seemed to hear the roar of a ferocious beast.

Then.......

Some of them disappeared, the roaring sound disappeared, and the feeling that the sword spirit was about to be born also disappeared, and even the tumbling sea of ​​consciousness returned to calm.

Lu Qingshan was short of breath.

The terrifying beast hiding in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness failed to poke its head out in the end.

That is to say, after observing more than a thousand sacrificial spirits and an eighth-rank dragon, he still failed to give birth to a sword spirit creature.

Even with his self-restraint, at this moment, a bit of irritability was unavoidable in his heart.

If you don't want to stand up, then why are you yelling?

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