On the barbarian land, many tribes gathered in one place. Most of these people were old men, with a decayed smell and wearing extremely ancient costumes. It seemed that their age was already quite old, and their eyes were full of vicissitudes and revealed traces of time.

At this time, they gathered together, with countless people, and only saw dense crowds, as if the old men among all the barbarians were summoned, and no one knew that they had this energy.

At this time, these people were singing, and runes appeared in pieces in their mouths, and the Taoist around them emerged, and countless lotus flowers appeared, bloomed, and then withered, falling into the earth and disappeared.

That's how the tongue blooms with lotus flowers.

They were holding ancient chanting sacrifices and reciting the mantra of resurrection, which was an ancient divine word with inexplicable power.

Some old men were rapidly depressed, as if this was a huge burden on them, but they were unmoved in their eyes.

And deep in the barbarian land, countless runes gathered into torrents in the earth, gathering towards a certain place.

A huge skeleton is in a space deep in the earth. Here, the essence gathers into liquid, extremely rich, and this skeleton absorbs these liquids.

If you look closer, there are fine blood and flesh on the skeleton itself, and thick blood vessels gradually spread, twisting like vines. The runes enter here at this time, enter the blood vessels, and produce blood and emit dazzling light.

As for the head of the skeleton, there was a ball of spiritual light shining at this time, and there were two Mars-like things in the hollow eye sockets, but the Mars gradually stabilized and finally became two flames burning violently. As for the part between the eyebrows, there was blood-colored flesh growing slowly, and the lines like lightning gradually solidified.

I don’t know how long it has passed, everything about this giant has gradually appeared, as if he is a person practicing deep in the earth, surrounded by countless spirits and chanting with him, carrying the sacred, but his body exudes an ancient aura.

On the barbarian land, Emperor Nan no longer played chess, but looked down below, his eyes penetrated through the layers of barriers of the earth. He saw this giant, but there were not many surprises.

He held a chess piece in his hand, not white or black, but gray, as if it was a fusion of black and white. The chess piece had a simple portrayal on the surface, as if it was a child's painting, and it was a simple human figure.

He gently threw the chess piece out, and it fell, but it quickly grew in the clouds and mist, and finally became a ball of fireworks runes, and its size became more and more magnificent, and finally became a fire cloud that covered the sky and the sun.

The sky above the barbarian land suddenly turned blood red, and someone looked up and shouted: "The fire cloud reappears, and the evil god is resurrected!"

Then countless people immediately knelt down and kept calling!

The fire cloud suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared, only thick lightning flashes were left to enter the earth.

The earth roared, and countless thunders were generated on the ground, but mortals could not sense it, and even low-level monks could not sense it. Only monks above the God Transformation Realm discovered what was happening on the earth under their feet.

The army of the seven countries of Dongsheng suddenly stopped, and countless evil auras radiated from the ground under their feet. Those evil auras turned into hideous shadows and rushed towards them. Someone directly dispelled the evil auras, but their faces were ugly.

"The strange earth, once it enters here, its cultivation level is suppressed. Is this the reason for hostility between regions?"

Someone talked to himself, and couldn't help but think that the three tribes were facing the same situation when they entered the Dongsheng land.

"Be careful, what should be revived in the depths of the earth!"

Some people's spiritual consciousness is enlightened and the spiritual consciousness immediately retracts it after entering the earth. Blood-red fireworks on their eyebrows erode their souls.

Mu Ming was silently sensing the crowd, his face pale. At this time, he was trying to soothe the scribble. The scribble showed a strong desire. Countless scriptures of the Divine Arts were restless and constantly impacting, and at the same time, he was infuriating in Mu Ming's body.

Mu Ming smiled and had a little desire in his eyes. Others might not be able to detect the changes in the depths of the earth, but he felt a little picture. Mu Ming knew that it was because someone also practiced the Divine Spirit Art, and it was extremely pure.

Countless barbarian monks were still singing, and many people's bodies changed rapidly, and they became skin and bones. However, the turbidity in their eyes disappeared, and they were extremely clear, as if they were rejuvenating their former youth. However, this was overdrawing their life span. They were choosing to burn their energy and integrate their cultivation into the depths of the earth in the chanting with the sound.

The giant skeletons deep in the earth disappeared, but the huge space was filled with essence. There were countless runes, countless chanting, gathering various sounds, and finally turned into strands of white witches and were absorbed by a figure.

The figure had a gentle face, which was the giant before, but at this time it was completely different, with less ferocious feeling.

This person did not open his eyes, but showed a sense of indifference, as if a god and demon were above him, receiving the incense of all living beings.

Now, he did this, even in the depths of the earth, but the people on the ground bowed to him.

Suddenly, a red flame appeared around him. He suddenly opened his eyes, and green fireworks appeared in his pupils. It was a ghost fire, from the underworld of hell.

A strange wave emanated, this person exuded consciousness, and he had spiritual intelligence!

"Come!"

He spoke, making a thunderous sound, and the earth shook again, and thunder was also being driven in the barbarian sky.

The bloody boy from Nandi shook his head helplessly, clapped his hands gently, and the sound disappeared.

The man deep in the earth spoke again: "Come!" Everything was as usual this time. He frowned a little, but he became more majestic.

The flame was unmoved, but was just rising and falling. The man spoke again: "Come!"

This time the flame changed. The flames squirmed and gradually solidified, and finally turned into a three-inch villain. The villain was blood-red all over. However, if you look closer, you will find that it was exactly the same as the figure.

The villain flashed into the man's eyebrows, and his figure gradually blurred. I don't know how long it has passed. The old priests on the barbarian land have fallen into a coma, and some have even transformed into Taoism, with only some ashes left. However, these people all have a pious expression. It is hard to imagine that this is the expression that an old monk should have. Many of them are clan elders in the clan, and even those with high cultivation levels can become famous among several major clans. They should have been indifferent to all emotions, but at this time they are actually believers!

The barbarians became quiet, because the earth became quiet.

On a vast land, a figure appeared. Where the figure appeared, the void collapsed, and only a dark space was permeating, and he was in this space.

Several figures came, among which there was Tianyun. However, at this time his pupils condensed, his body could not help but feel the pressure, and the pores in his body opened, and he felt the sting.

The same is true for the few figures around him. The head of the Daotian Pavilion whispered: "It was actually resurrected this existence. I think his true spirit was not disbanded back then, but was raised by the Southern Emperor. It seems that I was fooled by the Southern Emperor, and this pair of masters and apprentices are really..."

As for the sect leader of Lu Zhan Sect, he sighed, "I have been searching for many years back then, and I want to find his body to make a puppet. I didn't expect it to appear. This time... we are going to take it seriously!"

After saying that, the three of them went east together, and there were still people following each other and rushing towards the figures in front of them.

However, the man just raised his hand gently and did not see any magical powers, but everyone's figures flew backwards!

Tianyun stabilized his body and his face became solemn, "It's actually half-step supreme!"

The Lord of Daotian Pavilion spit out a mouthful of black blood and said to Tianyun: "As a young man, he is so afraid of death. If the old man blocks the gun for you, are you ashamed?"

Tianyun shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Master, I can't help but want to run away. When this person is rising, my grandfather's grandfather hasn't appeared yet. But Master, you, don't vomit so much blood!"

When the Lord of Daotian Pavilion heard the sound, he became more helpless and vomited a mouthful of black blood again, "I'm going to have a lot of blood... Forget it, we're really serious!"

The leader of Lu Zhan Sect curled his lips and said, "It seems like you didn't take all your strength just now."

Although the three of them were repelled, they showed some ease in their words. The three of them waved their hands and held them back. Tianyun said, "My Peak Masters, you can deal with other people, and leave it to us here!"
Chapter completed!