Volume 1 If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 3 Famous in the Eastern Wasteland Chapter 665 This Day! (Second Update)

In the northern part of the Eastern Wilderness Continent, the twelve tribes of the Eastern Wilderness Continent united together thousands of years ago to form the All-Sentient Sect, one of the four major forces in the Eastern Wasteland. The All-Sentient Sect, which had an indirect battle with Su Ming that year, was called the Savage Soul Dzogchen. The old man, trembling at the moment, stood in the sky of the All Living Beings Sect. Below him, tens of thousands of barbarians knelt down and worshiped, with their expressions showing unprecedented excitement and anticipation.

The old man looked up at the distorted sky in mid-air and laughed crazily. He smiled with tears of excitement in his eyes.

"The bloodline is burning, the Barbarian God is born, our Barbarian tribe... is saved!! The leaders of the various tribes of the All Living Beings Sect, along with me Tianqi... go to pay homage to the fourth generation Barbarian God of our Barbarian tribe!!

Our barbarian counterattack...has arrived! ! "The old man Tianqi laughed like crazy, as if he had been waiting for this day for too long. Today, at this moment, he finally waited for the long-awaited day that only existed in legends!

The people from the Twelve Tribes of the All Living Beings Sect below him let out an earth-shattering roar at this moment. The roar was an excited voice, a crazy shout, and the resonance of the burning blood of the barbarian people below.

One after another, long rainbows suddenly flew up. Under the leadership of the old man of the sentient beings sect, who was the great perfection of the wild soul, he saw that most of the sky here was replaced by countless long rainbows. The roaring sounds came one after another. There were nearly ten thousand people on the sky. Whistling by.

The direction they were heading in was guided by their bloodline, their secret induction, and the location of Su Ming who didn't know how far away from here!

There is no need for a specific direction, just follow the boiling of the blood. The closer you get, the more intense the boiling of the blood will be. This... is the best direction.

Almost at the same time that nearly ten thousand members of the All Living Beings Sect were galloping under the leadership of the old man, in the other direction of the Eastern Wilderness Continent, there was a jungle filled with boundlessness, and bursts of poisonous gas lingered around. This makes this place seem to be a restricted area for life. Even people from the Immortal Clan know that there is a barbarian sect here, but most of them are unwilling to come here.

The barbarians that exist here are one of the four major forces alongside the All Living Beings Sect. The Yaman tribe and the alliance of nearly a hundred small tribes belonging to this tribe will not go out of this jungle easily.

As if they are isolated from the world, the immortals will not offend them, and they will not take the initiative to provoke the immortals. This jungle. This is their final bottom line.

In that jungle, there was no billowing black smoke coming out, but this did not mean that there were no wild souls of Dzogchen here. The Barbarian Duke of the Yaman Tribe, whose cultivation is well known in the Eastern Wilderness Continent, had attained the Barbarian Soul Dzogchen many years ago.

At this moment. In this originally peaceful jungle, in the poisonous gas, many trees were seen shaking, and human faces emerged from the big trees. The faces of these people all had the same expression, shocked and confused. , that is the confusion of feeling the blood burning in the body.

There are also a large number of figures emerging from the countless swamps on the ground. The same expression, the same confusion, and the burning of blood shocked the hearts of all the Yaman tribe members.

Deep in the jungle, in an open space, stood an old man wearing animal skins. There were seven or eight people kneeling behind the old man, each of them exuding a strong barbaric soul cultivation. Even if you look carefully, there are more similar auras in the jungle of Square Eye.

But now these momentums are all chaotic. As if showing that they could not calm down in their hearts, excited eyes were vaguely focused on the only standing old man in animal skin. As if waiting for his choice.

The expression of the old man in animal skin was changing. He raised his head and stared into the air, sometimes excited and sometimes hesitant. He felt the burning of the blood in his body and felt the call from the underworld.

"I know you want to go..." After a long time, the old man spoke slowly. No one around him spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing revealed desire.

"I also feel the burning of the blood. This is a sign of the appearance of the Barbarian God... But the burning of the blood is still... too weak." The old man in animal skin sighed and shook his head.

He didn't dare to gamble.

At the same time, on the southwest sides of the Eastern Wilderness Continent, there were two entities that originally occupied a large area, but now had to hide most of the Eastern Wilderness due to the invasion of the immortal clan.

One is hiding deep underground, living in caves, aggrieved and angry, and dare not appear on the earth, because once they appear, they will face the encirclement and suppression of the immortal clan.

Another one is hidden in the endless mountains, without the glory of the past, only the hopeless tomorrow.

An excited roar suddenly echoed from the depths of the earth in the southern part of the Eastern Wilderness Continent. Under the roar, several deep cracks appeared in the earth in that area. From within these cracks, there were colorful Scattered out, it was a statue of a barbarian...

Behind the statue, a skinny old man suddenly rushed out and stood in mid-air. He looked up to the sky and laughed. The laughter seemed to burst out all the resentment between him and the tribe over the years.

"The hope of most of my Taoyun tribe has arrived...the bloodline is burning, the barbarian god has appeared, how long will we hide from the tribe of Taoyun tribe..." The skinny old man Ruo went crazy and roared towards the earth.

"I, Xue Sha, as a barbarian of the Taoyun Tribe, have already despaired of the world, but now... the dawn of the rise of our barbarian tribe has begun to emerge. Even if our entire tribe is destroyed, it will still be better than now!! Tribesmen, follow me. Go and pay homage to the Fourth Generation of Barbarian Gods!" As the skinny old man swayed, endless roars suddenly came from the cracks in the earth, and rainbows flew out quickly. Those rainbows were all filled with skinny people. Obviously Since they hid in the depths of the earth, their lives have been extremely miserable.

They have nothing they can't lose. In this case, they must gain dignity!

However, perhaps hiding in the mountains is better than hiding deep in the earth, and the living situation is better. Therefore, in the mountains of the western part of the Eastern Wilderness Continent, most of the barbarians in the Eastern Wilderness are silently interacting with their tribesmen. With their blood boiling, they were suppressed. Perhaps it was not that they were unwilling to go out, or that they were unwilling to pay homage to the fourth generation of barbarian gods who were said to cause blood boiling.

But, they don't dare to sacrifice everything for a legend.

In addition to this East Wasteland, the boiling of blood also exists on the land of Nanchen at this moment. Long rainbows roar, either in groups of three or five, or just one person, following the fluctuation of blood. It turned into a rainbow and headed straight towards the Eastern Wasteland.

This blood boiling is like a summons, which is a sign of the rise of the barbarians.

On the land of Nanchen, on the many islands, there was a race of people who all raised their heads. This race. They claim their destiny!

They are found on many small islands on the edge of the Southern Morning. Some are scattered, some are gathered together, and they are also looking for each other. It's just that... Nanchen's collapse and drastic changes made it difficult for them to find each other.

The people of the Ming clan on the small island are currently worshiping the statue of the god of their clan. At this moment, each of their bodies was trembling, and they felt the burning of their blood. This kind of burning of blood was very different from that of the barbarians, but a direct, indescribable boiling.

It seemed that the moment Su Ming became the god of their clan, the connection between this nation and Su Ming was destined to be indelible and unbreakable.

It is this kind of connection that exists in the dark, at this moment. It made the minds of these people of the Ming clan tremble, their blood burned, and their cultivation... unexpectedly increased on a large scale at this moment.

Just like a river, as it flows, it disperses into hundreds and thousands of branches, and many of the rivers in those branches have withered. Many of them are still continuing.

But if one day, if the source of this river suddenly has endless river water, then its countless branch rivers will change accordingly.

Like a big tree. The density of the separate branches and leaves depends on the sunlight. But more... it depends on the moisture in the roots of its big tree!

This is the power of source.

"Mo Zun is summoning..." The Ming Clan people on the Ming Clan island slowly raised their heads. Their expressions showed excitement and desire. Without any hesitation, they all flew up together, resolutely. Leaving the island, the entire tribe headed straight for the Eastern Wasteland.

At the same time, on the island outside Nanchen, there were Changhongs flying out from many locations. Those in the Changhongs were the lost members of the Ming clan.

Among these tribesmen, there are those who have been silent for several years, some who are dim and insignificant in the eyes of outsiders, and some who have become leaders in various forces and hold high positions.

But now, without any hesitation, they gave up everything and headed straight to the Eastern Wasteland, following the burning of blood and the mysterious connection of the life clan to find...their Lord Mo.

"I can't continue to serve you, so I say goodbye!" On the small island, a strong man bowed to the middle-aged man in front of him with clasped fists. With a determined and unrepentant look on his face, he turned around and stepped towards the sky, tearing him apart. The silver armor on the lower body.

What is left behind is the silent gaze of the person behind him.

There was a small island, the roaring sound kept revolving, and low roars came out one after another.

"Nangong Hen, don't you know how my lord has treated you these years? Why did you rebel?"

"My lord is kind to me. I, Nangong Hen, have sacrificed my life for him over the years, but... under the call of Lord Mo, I must leave." During the roar, a middle-aged man turned into a rainbow and walked straight to Go to the sky.

There is also a small island. A young man stands silently on the mountain peak. Behind him is a woman. The woman bites her lower lip and looks at the young man blankly.

"Must you go?" The woman spoke softly after a long while.

"When I was young, he led me and the entire nation out of there. I looked at his back and silently swore that I would be as strong as him in this life... Now that I have grown up, I have my own home, and I want to live my own life... But, I am a life clan!" The young man closed his eyes, opened them suddenly after a moment, and took a step towards nothingness.

Behind him, the woman who seemed to have lost all her strength was watching silently.

"Wait for me, one day I will come back!"

Similar scenes have appeared on many small islands and among the large number of scattered forces outside Nanchen. No force or anyone can stop the people of the Ming clan from pursuing the call of their Lord Mo. {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com thanks all book friends for their support. Your support is our greatest motivation}