martial arts mythology system

Chapter 628: Greeting God Sacrifice

South Wulin, deep in the ancient god religion.

Hundreds of young girls in white gauze are praying for the sacrificial dance that originated in ancient times.

The left hand loops the leather drum around the waist, and the right hand stretches out like a wicker, and then beats the drum rhythmically.

Hundreds of drums resonate regularly, creating a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.

Ancient and huge energy flows out of this deep darkness, it is the will of the primitive gods, and it is also the prayer power of the ancient ancestors.

Tang Yuan and the man in the white cloak stood in front of this scene, with the same smile on their lips.

The man in the white cloak smiled and said:

"Tang Yuan, are you already in such a hurry?"

"Aren't you also very urgent?" Tang Yuan actually used a respectful name when he answered, "Besides, the army of the heavenly court destroyed the Buddhist compassion world, and the next target must be Nan Wulin. Without your combat power, the ancient gods will It is impossible to stop the offensive of the Heavenly Court."

As the leader of the ancient gods, Tang Yuan has inexplicable respect for this white-cloaked man who is his subordinate...

"It's a pity that the current preparations are far from enough. Even if I come to this world in real body, my skill will not recover to its peak."

"It doesn't matter. With the God's Blood that you have prepared so far, your strength can be restored to at least [-]% level. By then, no matter how strong the super innate in the heavenly court is, it is impossible to compare with you in the realm of gods and demons."

Tang Yuan said seriously.

Hearing this, the man in the white cloak stretched out his hand and patted Tang Yuan's shoulder lightly.

"Xiaoyuan, you have done a good job. For so long...you have been preparing for my reincarnation. The ancient god religion has been passed down for so many generations. Only you are truly loyal to me."

Tang Yuan was patted on the shoulder by the man in the white cloak, and felt that he had gained a lot of honor, so he bowed respectfully to the man in the white cloak:
"With the blood of our ancestors on him, this is Tang Yuan's mission."

Suddenly, at this moment in this deep and dark place, I remembered the sound of footsteps.

Nalan Quin, dressed in blue, walked in slowly, with a relaxed expression:
"Master, I heard that you want to find me?"

"Ha, what did you say? Take a look here first."

Hearing the sound of Nalan Que's approaching footsteps, Tang Yuan straightened his back and pointed to the God-Welcome Dance Festival in front of him.

Following the direction of Tang Yuan's finger, Nalan Quin looked at Qi Wu in the dark and deep ahead.

Grand and silent, ancient and surging.

"This? What kind of dance?" Nalan looked at the dance in front of him, only feeling a little curious, "When did these dancers appear here? Each of them seems to have a good foundation in martial arts, and at the same time they can Can dance this ancient and mysterious dance... I almost never leave the Sect of the Central Academy of Education, but I have never seen them."

"Of course," Tang Yuan said with his arms behind his back, "this is the most unknown secret in the ancient god religion."

"The most unknown secret?" Nalan Que was taken aback, "There is such a secret in our religion?"

"Ha, look behind you!" Tang Yuan pointed behind Nalan Quin.

This time, Nalan Que followed Tang Yuan's direction and looked behind him:

"Behind? What's there?"

Based on his trust in the leader, Nalan Que had no doubts at all, but at the moment when he turned around, Tang Yuan's palm suddenly condensed pure and huge martial arts energy, and Ling Ran hit Nalan Que on the back with a palm .

An absolute palm, transmitted from Tang Yuan's palm to Nalan Quin's back, and then to Nalan Quin's limbs.

This palm was ruthless, hurting Nalan Que's internal organs and destroying his meridians.

Opening his mouth, spit out a mouthful of internal organs, Nalan Que's eyes were full of disbelief, and he turned back to look at Tang Yuan.

"Master!!"

This call revealed a huge shock in my heart.

However, Tang Yuan didn't have any scruples at all, he sucked in from the air, and directly threw the seriously injured Nalan Quin into the center of the Yingshen Dance Festival.

The meridians on his body were damaged by Tang Yuan's sudden palm force, and he couldn't move for a while.

Nalan Que lay in the middle of the group dance, wrapped in the mysterious energy of this ancient dance festival, and felt that the blood in his body was burning crazily.

Bit by bit of blood power was released from his body, and was guided by the surrounding dances to flow to the sky.

Looking at this picture, Tang Yuan didn't feel any emotional reluctance, but his eyes were full of enthusiasm:

"Very good! After many years of cultivation, there is only one Nalan Quin who retains the active original blood of praying gods! With this special blood that only exists in the present world, the glory of the ancient times is about to reappear at this moment! "

With fanatical will in his eyes, Tang Yuan respectfully stretched out his hand to the man in the white cloak, asking:

"My lord! Please embark on this path of fulfilling the ancient will!"

With an indescribable sarcasm on the lips of the man in the white cloak, he strolled into this grand dance.

The ancient power lingering in this dark space, together with the blood power separated from Nalan Quin's body, poured into his body, producing a strange change.

This kind of change is similar to the promotion of mortals to innate, which is a change in the level of life, but it also adds a change in time and space, as if an existence thousands of years ago is about to come again.

The man in a white cloak slowly floated up, and all the surrounding forces were swallowed up by him. Gradually... Even the dancers dancing around were emitting blood-red streamers.

A dance ceremony to welcome the gods is an endless sacrifice...and a grand return.

"Yes! That's it! That's it!"

Looking at this scene, Tang Yuan's eyes were full of fanaticism, like a devout moralist... It's just that the direction of his fanaticism is a bit strange.

"This is! The moment when my lineage of the ancient god religion reappears the glory of the ancient times! The greatness of our ancestors will soon be known to the world again!"

At this moment... a cold and mocking voice reached Tang Yuan's ears.

Tang Yuan looked back in horror, and Han Feng, who was wearing a golden feather cloak, appeared here at some point.

Holding his elbows with both hands, his eyebrows and eyes were full of disdain. The divine power on his body was restrained by Han Feng himself, but the nobility of the heaven and earth on his body could not be concealed.

The Great Heavenly Venerable... came here!
Seeing Han Feng, Tang Yuan took a step back subconsciously, but quickly reacted and moved forward again. While dodging his eyes, there was an obvious resistance, and he said:
"Great Tianzun!! Do you want to stop this?"

Han Feng folded his hands and didn't speak, but still dismissed it.

And Tang Yuan continued:

"You don't understand at all what this represents! This is the glory of the ancient gods, the holiness in my blood! You call yourself a god! But you can't understand the power of real gods and demons!"

Behind Tang Yuan, the figure of the man in the white cloak gradually looked less like a human being, and the aura of ancient gods and demons became stronger and stronger.

But Han Feng didn't seem to be nervous at all:

"You are kind of pitiful."

Tang Yuan didn't expect Han Feng to say such words at this moment, and was stunned for a moment.

Then, a huge, pure, majestic golden force exploded in this dark world!

"Journey to Heaven!!"

(End of this chapter)