The resonance of the bloodline caused the wind and clouds in the ancestral temple to suddenly change, and the roars of beasts broke through the clouds.
Amidst the turbulence and the clouds, it seemed that there were many more figures in the ancestral temple, overlooking the bottom.
The old priest staggered to the altar, twirled the animal blood incense in his hand, lit it, and bowed upward.
His expression was respectful, and the depths of his pupils were radiating heat.
The old man's movements were very slow, and the indescribable respect and admiration in his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.
"Clan leader, the ancestral temple is not only a place of remembrance for the ancestors, but also has the function of summoning the immortal true spirits of the ancestors.
The maintenance of a clan requires uninterrupted glory in the blood, and the same is true for the Qingyang clan."
“What does the high priest need to do next?”
The turbulent storm in the ancestral temple also made Qingyang Huan feel a burning heat in his body.
The blood seemed to be ignited at this moment, and the blood and fire started a prairie fire.
It is as if it has been transformed into an oven, and the blood has been turned into firewood, and the flames are blazing.
The blood is throbbing Occasionally, he seemed to sense some changes in the rankings of the many God Lords above.
At this moment, it seemed as if the ancestors who had passed away had come back to life and were looking at him.
"The clan leader needs to wait a moment, I need to prepare some things."
Then, the high priest spoke out and hurried out of the temple.
From the beginning to the end, Qingyang Huan's eyes were looking at the ranking of the many God Lords above.
A ray of pull from the bloodline led his mind to the ethereal blood-scented clouds.
Buzz For a moment, a ray of green light erupted from his body, and the broken Qingyang Emperor Seal emerged.
The appearance of the imperial seal engraved with the seals of the Qingyang Emperors of the past dynasties caused a tsunami-like wave in the entire ancestral palace.
The blazing green light burst out, echoing the ranking of ancestors above, and the roars of the beasts were endless.
"The current clan leader of Qingyang has met all of our ancestors."
In the midst of the clouds and mist, although Qingyang Huan did not see the figures of his ancestors, he felt that in the depths of the clouds and mist, a pair of eyes were watching him.
At this moment, the high priest who hurriedly came from outside saw Qingyang Huan being enveloped by the green smoke swirling in the ancestral palace, and his eyes showed surprise.
Then he reacted, and when he turned his hand, several arms-thick incense of animal blood appeared, covered with various outlined lines.
It seems that these outlined lines are like flowing blood vessels, wrapped around it like a python, and the bright red color carries a sense of mystery.
Taking out the beast's blood incense, the high priest cast a dazzling spell in his hand, and squeezed out a drop of his true blood and dropped it onto the beast's blood incense.
Buzz In an instant, three sticks of beast blood incense spontaneously ignited out of thin air, and the faint green smoke was mixed with bright red blood.
And while it was burning, the three beast blood incense made a sound that sounded harsh and terrifying, just like the screams of a living being undergoing capital punishment.
There was such a harsh sound that made the hairs tremble, but the high priest's expression did not change at all.
"The ancestors of past generations are on top, using living creatures as guides to provide food for the ancestors."
The old arm held three sticks of blood incense, and put them with difficulty into the incense burner in front of him.
It was as heavy as holding three mountains, and he slowly put them into the incense burner.
After putting the three blood incense sticks into the incense burner, the high priest seemed to have been drained of all his strength and could no longer hold on.
He slowly sat cross-legged in the corner of the ancestral hall.
However, the high priest's eyes were still looking at Qingyang Huan, who was shrouded in smoke and dust, hoping to awaken his ancestors to return.
The last time Qingyang reunited, he had exhausted all the blood incense he had made over the years.
These three beast blood incense were made from the essence of thousands of creatures he had collected over the years.
How can it be so easy to communicate with the deceased ancestors?
It requires a huge price.
These three blood scents have killed the last essence of nearly a million lives.
In these years, apart from staying in the ancestral temple to guard the ancestors' spiritual thrones, he would also go out with Haoyuan's warriors.
When they kill ferocious beasts or enemies, they collect the last essence of life to blend the blood fragrance.
I don’t know if these blood scents that have not experienced the baptism of time can support the clan leader to communicate with his ancestors and get the results he wants.
Qingyang Huan felt like he was completely trapped in the hazy sea of clouds.
As the sea of clouds rolled, the sacred thrones suddenly turned into thousands of mountains nearly ten thousand feet high, rising and falling, evolving into ancient mountains, rivers and land.
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Buzz Just as surprise appeared in his eyes, three large bloody pythons appeared behind him, biting each other, twisting around his figure, and landed at his feet in front of him.
Three bloody streaks intertwined and turned into a bloody passage, heading deep into the undulating mountains.
"Clan leader, the fragrance of life and blood is limited, and time is short."
As the blood path manifested, an old and vain voice sounded and reached his ears.
Without any further delay, Qingyang Huan stepped forward along the bloody path and entered the gap between two towering, cloud-like mountains.
Looking up at the sky, the wind and clouds suddenly change, the sun shines brightly, and the hurricane blows away the clouds.
Rumble.
The sky seemed to have cracked with big cracks, and strong winds blew down from the cracks, causing the wind to rise and the clouds to roar.
The blood-colored road winds through the mountains, and every turn brings him a different scene change. hold head high When Qingyanghuan turned more than ten turns, a dragon roar shook the sky, and between the towering sacred mountains on both sides, a huge dragon head poked out from the clouds and mist.
Dragon horns like black jade stretched out the sky, and huge dragon heads filled the gaps between the mountains. call Qingyang Huan clearly saw this huge ferocious beast.
A huge true dragon.
Two eyes like divine suns stared at him, exhaling breath into wind and clouds, sweeping across the mountains, rivers and land.
Emperor Realm True Dragon Seeing this big guy, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.
You must know that he is an expert in stealing.
Even among the dragon clan, the strongest of the True Dragon Clan seems to be only the Ming King Realm.
How come there is an Emperor Realm Dragon Jiao in the family?
The real dragon in front of him has two wings on its back, which cover the sky and the sun when it flaps.
Its limbs are like pillars of heaven, piercing into the vast smoke and clouds.
Even if its head is lowered, it still supports the sky.
"Jian Tian, come back."
The next moment, a soft groan condensed in the clouds, and the real dragon Hu let out a low groan, glanced at Qingyang Huan, and then the sky was filled with smoke and dust, and the huge dragon body dissipated like smoke.
When the dragon mask covering the sky disappeared, Qingyang Huan could see the blocked scene.
On the towering mountain peaks, there were cliffs and the wind was blowing.
On top of the cliff, a frail figure wearing a green robe sat on the protruding rock at the top of the cliff, looking at him with a smile.
"What are you looking at?
Why don't you call me grandpa?"
"You're taking advantage of me, I'm you."
Qingyang Huan was startled and almost blurted out.
He quickly silently thought about his ancestors, his ancestors.
They are truly ancestors, not taking advantage.
Looking at Qingyanghuan's expression that was about to change into a donkey color, the green figure sitting on the cliff gently patted the real dragon that had just returned to him and turned into a one-foot-sized Zhenhuan, with a smile.
"I've met my ancestors."
Qingyang Huan bowed in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
He really couldn't call him grandpa.
They were all ancestors anyway, so he would just make do with it.
"What happened?
It actually ignited the blood incense."
Then Qingyang Huan didn't cover up, and his ancestors shouted, "There is nothing to cover up."
He expressed his thoughts on perfecting his tactics to see if he could get some guidance from his ancestors.
"Um."
On the cliff, the ancestors of an unknown generation pondered for a moment and then cast their eyes on Qingyang Huan again.
"Look out" Buzz The next moment, he stretched out one of his hands and patted it down against Qingyang Huan, covering it like light feathers
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