The broken rubbings of Qingyang Totem have been erected in a magnificent palace built in the city, and are guarded by warriors from the clan.
This hall can be said to have become one of the most important places of the Qingyang clan.
Standing in the main hall, looking at the broken stone tablet in front of him, Qingyang Huan had a trace of doubt in his eyes.
Spiritual will filled the entire hall, and the stone rubbings exuded a strong atmosphere of vicissitudes of life.
It was obvious that it had gone through a long period of time, but even so, it could not prove the origin of the Qingyang clan.
Whether it was the former Qingyang clan who cast this stone tablet, or whether it was the Qingyang clan that arose because of this stone tablet, at least he couldn't tell at the moment.
Of course, judging from the current situation, the second idea was more realistic.
If it is the first theory, then it means that the Qingyang Sect once had unimaginable glory.
The probability of this is not impossible, but unfortunately it is too small.
It is impossible to confirm it now with the strength of the Qingyang Sect.
Speaking of totems, in order to gain supreme power, the ancient ancestors had longing for illusory legends in the mountains and seas, or real evils, or natural imagination.
They slowly broke away from the illusion and turned into A form where seeing is believing.
However, as the years have passed, no one can remember how the original totems were formed in ancient times.
Only the faith totems of various tribes in the wilderness are left.
There are vague marks on the stone tablet in front of you, and it is even more fragmented due to some knife and ax attacks.
The appearance of the true spirit is already dilapidated.
It is not easy to cultivate the true spirit again.
"Master, your hometown, is there any way?"
After pondering for a moment, Qingyang Huan suppressed the chaotic emotions in his heart and asked aloud.
"This totem stone tablet is not the real image of the original totem, but a rubbing of a real totem.
However, it has not been completely destroyed by the years.
Obviously, even if it is just a rubbing, it is not a mortal thing."
Huang Zun's voice sounded.
Qingyang Huan had already made a comprehensive understanding of this totem rubbing.
"In the wilderness, totem rubbings were produced.
In addition to some warriors realizing the creation of heaven and earth, and having a blessed soul, and naturally imprinting their own feelings on the clan guard totems, there was another way to create the totem rubbings, which were separated from the main veins.
Naturally, they could Make a totem rubbing from the totem of the main line as the foundation of the clan.”
"In order to survive and reproduce, some large tribes in the wilderness kept the fire alive.
When the tribe multiplied to a certain extent, they turned one of them into a branch and settled it separately.
When the two main branches separated, the branch took away a totem rubbing of the main vein.
This not only ensures that the two veins have the same origin, but also allows the branch veins to have the foundation for inheritance and reproduction.”
Qingyang Huan was slightly startled.
What Huang Zun said was indeed true.
Even if tribes with the same roots were separated, their martial arts practice would not change.
With the same totem belief, it is reasonable to rub a copy of the totem.
For example, the Chao clan has a long history of inheriting totems since they are in the Hou clan.
However, the totem rubbings in front of us cannot distinguish which situation the Qingyang family belongs to.
"As for how to awaken this totem, although the totem was born in illusion, it also turned illusion into reality and turned into a true spirit.
In this way, it is one of the spirits in the wilderness.
Since it is a true spirit, it cannot get rid of the essence. nourish" Qingyang Huan listened quietly to Huang Zun's words while looking at the totem rubbings.
"However, the totem rubbing in front of you has reached the extreme level of destruction.
If you want to awaken it, relying solely on the essence of heaven and earth is no longer enough.
You need to use other more refined essence to nourish it."
"More refined essence" "Yes, if you want to awaken this broken totem spirit, you need to die."
Huang Zun's voice became a little deeper, as if he had recalled something.
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After more than ten breaths of time, his voice sounded again.
"In the mountains and seas, life is the greatest creation of the world, and all races are the most multiplied spirits.
If you want to awaken the true spirit of the totem, you must nourish the spirit with your spirit and nourish it with your life."
Nourish soul with life In the next few days, the bones of the previously slaughtered demon soldiers were collected by Qingyang Huan, and the process of cultivating totems began.
Fortunately, he has plenty of life for the demon clan now.
He doesn't feel the slightest discomfort about the demon soldier's life-nurturing totem.
Not only him, but any member of the Qingyang clan will feel that this should be the case, even looking at it.
It is reasonable for all the races in the wilderness to support their own race with foreign races.
The entire hall was sealed with his blood energy.
He was in the hall, and he smashed the demon soldier's bones against the totem rubbings.
In this way, the bones and the rubbings merged together.
To be precise, the totem stone tablet was swallowing the blood and bones of the demon clan. .
It was a horrifying scene.
Facing the blood and bones of demon soldiers piled up around it, the totem rubbings even made a sound of swallowing bones and blood.
It was like a ferocious beast opened its big mouth and chewed the blood and bones of the demon clan.
The bones were broken into pieces and the flesh was rotten, all of which turned into bloody essence and entered the depths of the totem.
After careful sensing, he noticed that the totem stone tablet was densely packed with small holes.
It was these small holes that were absorbing the pure blood that the demon clan had transformed into.
With his current level of cultivation, he would not be confused.
When his spirit and will swept over the stone tablet at the beginning, there were no such small holes in front of him.
Just like a gluttonous evil started a feast, the rubbings of the stone tablet continuously absorb the essence of the blood and bones of the demon clan, as if it is a bottomless pit, and it is never possible to sense where the limit is.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Qingyang Huan's eyes couldn't help but reveal a strange color, and his inner world was touched.
"Is this the essence of racial conflict?
The weak eat the strong and devour each other."
In a daze, he found himself falling into a strange feeling.
At this moment, he thought of the ancient legend of the wilderness.
Legend has it that in the earliest days of eternity, great evils came to the world to conquer each other.
At that time, only a few races were born in the wilderness, and these races living on the earth began to conquer each other.
At this moment, he seemed to understand that the conquests of that era were to devour each other, and the clans collided, leaving only the strong ones who were not eaten.
Even today, when thousands of races are fighting against each other, it seems to be much better than the era when people were living like hair and drinking blood, but the essence remains unchanged.
Totems were born in those ancient times, and were the prayers of all ethnic groups for more powerful power.
Now it seems that no matter how the years pass and how the times change, this essence will not change.
In the spiritual world, the will is rolling like a vast ocean, rushing out of the body and heading towards the totem stone tablet in front of him.
Buzz I don't know how much life essence the totem stone tablet has absorbed.
Faced with Qingyang Huan's spiritual will, this moment actually triggered a reaction.
The totem rubbings were wrapped in rich blood, but their appearance changed drastically.
The broken stone tablet from the beginning turned into a light like jade, flowing with a faint blood-colored light, magnificent and mysterious.
A faint aura circulated in the stone tablet with the glowing light, and there were faint sounds of roaring and roaring.
The sound was illusive, as if it sounded across the long river of time. buzz buzz Qingyang Huan fell into complete silence, a roar like thunder sounded in the spiritual world, and a huge shadow of the true beast flashed away in the spiritual world in a daze. , The next moment, the totem stone tablet hummed, reacting with the spiritual will emanating from him.
At this moment, he no longer saw a cold stone tablet, but a vague spirit body.
In an instant, Qingyang Huan lost his sense of the outside world, and a piece of rotten and cracked land appeared in his eyes.
Looking around, there was a strong wind, and there was nothingness until the end of his eyes.
The sky and the earth were dim, without any other breath filling the air.
A decayed and desolate atmosphere filled every inch of the void.
"The sky is falling and the earth is falling, mythical beasts are rampant, and great evils are wreaking havoc.
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How can our people be blamed?"
"The sky will collapse and the earth will crack.
What will our people do?"
"Born together on the earth, we are all the spirits of heaven and earth.
How can our clan be so small and weak?"
"The sky is falling apart and the earth is falling apart.
Our clan is not prosperous and we are unwilling to accept it."
Desolate voices came from all directions, the voices were powerful and full of unwillingness.
Soon, in the vast and desolate distance, a disheveled figure appeared, with bare feet and a torn animal skin that could only cover the lower part of his body.
The messy and tangled hair covered the face, and the figure walked with difficulty, the body kept shaking, and even fell to the ground in a few steps and could not get up.
Even so, the body was still crawling forward.
The broken rocks on the ground cut the body, leaving bloody traces on the road it crawled on.
"The sky will collapse, all beasts will eat each other, the earth will split, and all my bones will be buried.
My clan will not prosper, and I will not accept death."
Qing Yanghuan watched helplessly as the figure crawled past him.
He seemed to be standing in another time and space as he followed the figure.
The figure climbed through the wilderness, climbed over the barren mountains, and stumbled across the rocks.
The scars on his body were already exposed, and even his breath was so messed up that it was difficult to control it, but he still did not stop.
"The sky will collapse, all beasts will eat each other, the earth will crack, and my bones will be buried.
My clan will not prosper, and I will not accept death."
I don't know how much time passed, but finally this figure climbed up a barren mountain again.
However, when it reached the top of the barren mountain, it never stood up again, and the chaotic atmosphere stopped abruptly. call At this moment, Qingyang Huan also stepped on the barren mountain and saw the other side of the mountain.
The scene in front of him made him take a breath.
A road stained with blood, a few steps followed by bones.
In front of the fallen figure, if you look around, more figures have fallen.
Some bones have been weathered, and some bones are crystal clear.
A road of white bones and corpses extends into the distance.
"Born together on the earth, we are all the spirits of heaven and earth, how can our clan be so small and weak?"
"The sky will collapse, all beasts will eat each other, the earth will crack, and my bones will be buried.
My clan will not prosper, and I will not accept death."
I don’t know how much time passed, but the same call rang in my ears again.
On the way there before, a figure crawled towards this direction with difficulty
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