ancestral god This is not a realm of martial arts.
In the eyes of blood descendants like the Shentian Clan, this is the honorific title of the ancestor of their bloodline.
Since several epochs ago, the Shentian Clan has wanted to stand on its own, get rid of the blood ties from the True God Clan, and establish a Shinto heaven that belongs to the descendants of their god's bloodline.
However, self-reliance is not just talk.
Naturally, we need to rectify our name and find a reliable legal basis.
After all, the bloodline comes from the ancient gods.
This is an indisputable fact.
It was nothing before, but now that the ancient gods have returned and the ancestors are back, this is simply a disaster from heaven.
Naturally, the Shentian Clan does not want to have another ancestor on their head.
If that happens, the Shentian Clan will be a lot shorter innately, and may even become vassals and slaves of the gods.
This is unacceptable to them.
After all, looking at the entire mountains and seas, there are many living examples of this.
For example, the Fire Crows, the descendants of the Golden Crow clan, although the Fire Crow clan is also very powerful, they are always under the pure-blood Golden Crow, and it is not an exaggeration to call them slaves.
Naturally, the Shentian Clan did not want to end up in this situation.
In order to be independent from the gods, or even replace them with the gods, the Shentian Clan needed to find an ancestor for themselves and cut off the direct connection with the gods. ancestral god This is the ancestor in the eyes of the two sacred races, and it is the bloodline passed down to them by the ancestor god.
The Ancestral Gods are the warriors who are the descendants of the first generation of gods.
The legal bonds of bloodline have ceased in the era of the Ancestral Gods.
Without the bloodline entanglement between the two sacred tribes and the returning gods, they have already become two unrelated ethnic groups.
As for whether it works or not, anyway, the two sacred tribes think it will work, and it is highly recognized by the tribesmen.
At this moment, the light in the starry sky died.
The ancient sacred mountain of light was covered with large cracks.
It completely collapsed in a few breaths.
The bright figure that shone throughout the world disappeared at the end of time and space.
Staring at Qingyang Huan, a sense of powerlessness appeared in the depths of Shen Qingtian's pupils.
The method inherited from the ancient God of Light was easily penetrated in this way.
Even though what he imprinted was the inheritance of light when the last generation of divine power was in defeat, in this era, it is still a supreme inheritance and should not be broken down so easily.
The first time Qingyang Huan pierced his chest could be said to be a coincidence, but this second time it assimilated his light and the stone spear pierced his head, giving him a feeling of an abyss like a prison.
The human race in front of them is like an abyss, and it is difficult to peer into the depths.
For a brief moment, the divine light dissipated, and the god returned to his senses.
At this moment, he once again transformed into the bright god king who once shocked the heavens and burned the entire star field with his light.
Rumble In an instant, a dazzling light exploded, and the head pierced by the stone spear burst out with thousands of rays of divine light.
The golden blood spilled into the void for thousands of miles, stirring the void and shaking like a dragon roaring.
The warriors from all directions looked at the Lord of Light whose divine body had once again been shattered, with fear in their hearts and chills in their bones.
Too cruel The kings who had previously kept their mouths open and entrusted by the human race, now kept their mouths shut, not daring to say anything for fear of getting into trouble.
Buzz The divine blood splashed all over the sky, bursting out with dazzling divine light.
During the trembling, it was inexplicably guided, and in a dark place thousands of miles away, the divine shadow reappeared.
The divine light shrouded in the reunited Lord of Light is a bit dim.
Even though he has an immortal body, it is not such a waste.
His immortal body came from his golden divine blood.
In this short period of time, his divine body was shattered twice, and the golden divine blood was also consumed.
To be able to reach the current quasi-emperor realm, he relied on the golden divine blood that he had reached to the peak, but now it has been damaged.
If it continues to be consumed, let alone breaking the shackles of the imperial realm, whether the original realm can be maintained or not is a big problem.
Looking at the reunited divine figure thousands of miles away, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but scratch his head.
The quasi-emperor was simply a weakling who couldn't be killed.
Each and every one of them was blown up, but they still looked like they were fine.
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The one in front of me was blown up twice, but both times reassembled their divine bodies, and the light remained the same.
Although he scratched his head, he also understood that in such a state, it was no longer so easy to kill a quasi-emperor unless both of them were determined to die. kill However, at this moment, a blast of divine electricity exploded in the void, the sky above his head cracked, and the lightning silver dragon seemed to fall from the top of the nine heavens.
When the silver lightning exploded, an ancient, wild, and vast aura swept through the nine days like a violent storm. not good Electricity was generated in the void, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder rose from the ground.
The Lord of Light felt a biting chill, and the light was frozen.
Rumble In an instant, three pairs of golden feathers spread out from behind, covering the sky and the sun, with eternal glory, pouring down like huge waterfalls.
His divine body moved across the void like divine lightning.
Almost at the same moment, violent winds and rain roared overhead, and the huge divine mountain fell down with thunder that tore apart the heaven and earth. boom The huge Kui Niu foot broke through hundreds of space barriers, and stepped out a huge black hole in the starry sky.
The Kui Niu foot seemed to have stepped from the starry sky into the world of hell.
What This sudden change made the kings from all over the world somewhat reluctant to react.
Even Qingyang Huan himself was a little stunned.
The Kuafu God Clan, which had been silent all this time, took action, still using this sneak attack method.
"Dog eat dog."
In the distance, the eight-clawed demon king's demonic flame tentacles were swimming like curling pythons, and his four demonic eyes were flashing with light, which looked intimidating from a distance.
The four eyes intertwined and circled, not knowing what they were thinking about.
kill The killing sound in the starry sky condensed into reality, and the strong divine light burned almost everything, and the light illuminated the starry sky.
At this moment, the feathers of the Lord of Light were fluttering in the starry sky, as bright as the sun patrolling the sky, and an ancient giant chased the sun across the sky and the earth.
"A humble bloodline should not be in charge of the light that belongs to God."
Huang Mu, who was driving the Kui Niu, struck the starry sky between the heaven and the earth, cracking the stars, chasing the Lord of Light, just like chasing the sun.
"I still want to be independent, and I don't want to urinate and look at myself to see what I am."
Kuafu Zhuri Originating from the myth of the ancient wilderness era, the Kuafu Clan lives in Zaitian Mountain in Chengdu, located on the coast of the Eastern Wilderness Ocean.
However, this is not the ancestral land of the Kuafu God Clan.
The Kuafu God Clan originated from the West Pole in the Wild God Land.
Adult tribesmen can fight giant dragons and Kunpeng.
The Kuafu God Clan likes to eat the Three Ancestral Divine Crows.
In order to get a bite to eat, they chased them from the Western Pole of the Divine Land to the seaside of the Eastern Wasteland.
In the era of the decline of the gods, the third ancestor Shenwu naturally also withered, and the Golden Crow bloodline was passed down.
In ancient times, the Golden Crow tribe had even experienced the existence of a truly supreme and powerful man, the demon emperor Jun, who represented the lineage of light.
After the ancient gods of light, the beings who truly control the path of light are the lineage of the Golden Crow.
To this day, the Golden Crow tribe of the Great Sun all live in the palace in the sun star, and they are born with the most powerful light pattern engraved on them.
Looking at the bright divine light exploding in the starry sky, Qingyang Huan squinted his eyes.
The Kuafu God Clan's sudden attack surprised him.
After all, he is the protagonist today, but this time the actor has changed.
The eyes of the kings in the starry sky are attracted by the conquests of the warriors of the True God Clan and the Shentian Clan.
It seems that the orthodox status of Shinto is even more attractive.
"Junior brother, be careful, fate collides, the world is disordered."
At this moment, senior brother Peng Wanli's voice was transmitted into his spiritual world like the sound of a mosquito.
What Peng Wanli's message made Qingyang Huan subconsciously startled.
He looked back and saw an old man with white hair next to his senior brother Peng Wanli in Wanyuan World.
He has a childlike face with crane hair and kind eyes from a distance.
His white robe looks a bit too big, and his rickety figure cannot support the white robe.
Looking at Qing Yanghuan's eyes, the old man nodded slightly.
"Um."
The moment the two people's eyes collided, Qingyang Huan was suddenly startled.
The old man's gentle eyes made him feel uncomfortable for no reason, as if he was being spied on.
priest After a moment, he came to his senses and thought of the old man's identity.
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Being able to peer into the existence of destiny, the entire mountains and seas, the warriors of all races in the world are the most frightened by a small group of warriors.
This is not Uncle Turtle's half-hearted way of cutting off one's life.
It is extremely terrifying for a real priest to cut off one's fate and peek into the secret.
At this moment, a human priest appeared, which made him feel more and more elusive.
"The vortex gradually formed, and time and space collided."
The old voice sounded and floated into Qingyang Huan's ears, making his heart suddenly tense.
"It's fate" "I don't believe in fate" Staring at the old priest, Qingyang Huan's pupils felt solemn.
"Whether you believe in destiny or not, destiny is there."
The old man shook his head slightly and stared at Qingyang Huan with squinted eyes.
Suddenly, he frowned, and a magnificent river of destiny floated in his eyes.
"Master Luan Gu, can you make it clear that our brothers and sisters will be deeply grateful."
Listening to the words of the old man Yunshan Wuluo next to him, Peng Wanli looked a little sharp, but he still held his breath and said with fists.
"Destiny is disordered."
"Um."
Peng Wanli looked startled, clasped his fists again and said, "Master Luan Gu, please make it clear that if my junior brother can survive this disaster, my sect will definitely be grateful."
As the most mysterious group of people in this world, priests have a long history of inheritance that is difficult for outsiders to peek into.
No one knows how much heritage and unknown greatness this lineage has accumulated after a long period of reproduction and inheritance.
Even the imperial family will treat them as guests and will not dare to offend them easily.
Peng Wanli's words caused a ray of lightning to flash across Master Luan Gu's eyes at this moment, like a meteor falling in the dark night sky and disappearing in a flash.
However, he restrained himself very quickly, and since his strength had already reached the quasi-emperor level, Peng Wanli didn't notice the sparkle in his eyes at all.
That's what I've been waiting for Otherwise, why would he come all the way here?
"Heavens" Narrowing his eyes, Master Luan Gu stared at Qing Yanghuan and spoke word by word
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