Chapter 5339???? A New Beginning
The Vermillion Bird Palace spun, and these inheritors quickly went to another palace.
Their journey has only just begun.
Primordial Star is just the starting point, their road is still long, but it is close to where the dream begins.
In a blink of an eye, thousands of years have passed.
Four Secret Realms.
boundary.
Wild place.
Great Xia Ancient Country!
In a wild mountain range, a blood sacrifice is being held.
The scarlet arrogance rose, making everything in the valley extremely strange.
On the altar, several masked monks in red are maintaining order.
Because in addition to them, there are tens of thousands of Daojun and countless ordinary practitioners gathered here.
And they are the objects of blood sacrifice.
"Young Sect Master, everything is ready!" The red-robed messenger said respectfully.
A masked man in black armor, who was hidden in the mountain and had no breath at all, slowly walked out of the void, and just one look made these red-robed deacons tremble.
Although these people have only started following the Young Sect Master in the last thousand years, they are extremely afraid of this Young Sect Master.
Because this young sect master has sacrificed countless Taoist monarchs in his blood for thousands of years, even the mortals have never let go, and his combat power is unfathomable.
Once killed a second-order emperor in an instant, so that the other party had no chance to fight back.
"Let's start!" The black armor and masked young master's voice was low and cold.
The cultivator who was imprisoned below looked at the red-robed deacon above with wide eyes, especially when he saw the young sect master in black armor, he hated it to the bone.
"You are imprisoning this seat, I am the ninth prince of Daxia, you are courting death!"
A burly, resolute-looking young man roared, his strength is also the strongest among these people, and he has reached the level of a half-step emperor.
But here, any red-robed deacon is comparable to the existence of the emperor, and they can't resist at all.
The young sect master standing at the top heard this sentence, his eyes moved, and he seemed to think of something interesting again, his arm slightly raised, and his fingers moved.
The red-robed deacon behind him instantly understood, and slapped it with a palm, turning into a black mist that instantly enveloped the young man who claimed to be the ninth prince of Daxia.
The black mist shrouded the ninth prince, but in an instant he arrived in front of the young sect master.
"The ninth prince of Da Xia, it's a bit interesting. I heard that you Da Xia are planning to attack the Moruo country in a big way, but there is such a thing!" The voice of the young sect master in black armor was very interesting, and he didn't take the person in front of him seriously at all, just like It's like looking at a prey.
At the beginning, the ninth prince was still very tough. After all, he was the ninth prince of Daxia. He had been in a high position since he was a child, and was used to pressing people with power.
But when he arrived in front of the young sect master in black armor, he didn't know why something happened, and he couldn't get stubborn anymore, there was fear in his eyes, and his heart shrank into a ball.
Originally I didn't want to answer, but when I saw those cold eyes, I said it hesitantly,
"Yes, there is such a thing!"
"Suppressing the Demon Sect? The name of this battle is very in line with the will of God!" The young master of the black armor stretched out his sharp claws and pinched the head of the Daxia Ninth Prince, and countless images entered his mind in an instant.
After about three breaths, the Black Armor Young Sect Master slowly let go.
It's just that the one in his hand has turned into a corpse.
The source, the divine body, and even the memory and the kung fu of his cultivation were all wiped clean, leaving only a withered body.
"From now on, I am him, the ninth prince of the ancient kingdom of Xia: Xiamang Guanyu!"
As soon as the voice fell, the red-robed deacon officially started the blood sacrifice formation.
Countless people were teleported to the altar.
Everyone's face was filled with a strong death sigh.
The world is too chaotic, there are demons performing blood sacrifices every day, and there are constant wars between major ancient countries. The environment of monks is very bad. Even some sects that have been inherited for hundreds of millions of years may be destroyed overnight. .
Even the temple where the gods are stationed will be attacked.
What's more, they are all living beings.
"Am I going to die?" a boy muttered to himself.
His face was not dead, but worried.
The red-robed deacon shouted loudly: "Quick, pour the divine blood into it, and the divine crystal, don't stop for a moment!"
When these people were busy, the young sect master held his arms around him, suspended in the air as high as the ground, and watched all this quietly.
The blood of the gods poured in, and the sky and the earth paled.
Countless people were surging in it, and the young man wiped the blood from his face. He tried his best to endure the weakness of his body, holding on to a puppet with a name engraved on it.
The name should be a girl.
That is his sister.
The two depended on each other for life. He was just a mortal in the training period. If he wanted to survive in the world, he had to have a backer.
In order to support his younger sister, he worked as a coolie in a mortal sect. He originally thought of being a backer, but in the end, the sect was implicated. All the coolies from the sect master to the disciples were all plundered here.
"It's okay if I die, but my sister is still young!" The boy's eyes were red, and tears flowed out the next moment.
He is not afraid of death, he is afraid that he will die and no one will protect his sister.
The sect was destroyed, and his sister was still waiting for him to go home in the back mountain, but he can't go back now, and he can't go back again.
As the blood of the gods boiled, the boy gradually softened to the altar.
Although his strength is weak, his willpower is terrifyingly strong, and he can actually fall with those Mahayana monks.
Pfft!
When he fell, blood and tears were blurred, and he thought of scenes from his childhood.
In a small courtyard, his father was a hunter. He went hunting in the mountains to support his family, and he was also nourished. Moreover, he was an only son.
As a child, his father brought his sister back from the mountains.
"Xiaofan, you have a sister!"
"Xiaofan, you have to remember, you are a man, you have to protect your sister and mother, come, pick up the knife and continue practicing!"
Later, the beast attacked the village, and his parents rushed into the beast tide to protect him and his sister.
"Xiaofan......"
The two brothers and sisters left their hometowns, begging all the way to make a living.
Fortunately, he practiced martial arts since he was a child, and whether he was a coolie or a domestic slave, he always had a bite to eat.
But now without him, what should the little sister do!
"Brother, go home!"
When the boy closed his eyes, the last scene was his younger sister standing at the gate of the fenced courtyard, holding a bowl of clear water, waiting for him to come home.
People kept falling at the altar.
Now even the Earth Immortals have fallen, and then the Heavenly Immortals, and the Daojun strong among the Heavenly Immortals.
The division of the strength of the land is still based on the names of the most ancient times.
Dayan immortals are heavenly immortals in the realm of the earth, Yanxian is an earth immortal, and the Mahayana period is the ancestral realm.
The Lord of mortals is also the Mahayana of mortals.
The young master in black armor, his eyes changed, revealing a hint of surprise, and turned his head to look north.
This scene frightened the red-robed deacon.
This young sect master is a master who is not afraid of heaven and earth, and even he was taken aback. Could it be that there is a powerful emperor coming.
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