Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 170 The God-killing Alliance, favored by the Holy King
Blood descendants of gods, in the legends of later generations, are mostly the bloodline left by ancient gods.

But from Shen Qing's point of view, there are undoubtedly two types of descendants of gods. One is the descendants of the true gods, which are those who have entered the seventh level.

True Monarch Guiyi still needs to rely on the stars to survive and cannot survive forever in the universe. After entering the seventh level, it is a completely different world.

Creatures of this level have experienced a leap in their life levels. They will have special imprints in their continued bloodline and can pass on talents, magical powers and even memory fragments.

Among them, the powerful ones can even influence future generations through their bloodline. They can peel off their bloodline with a single thought and cut off the indelible 'kinship' that breaks bones and connects tendons in the eyes of the world.

This is a fundamental change in the structure, a glimpse into the unfathomable creation of heaven and earth.

The other type is the reincarnation of an ancient powerful man like the Demon-Slaying True Monarch. This type of existence is undoubtedly much more terrifying than the so-called descendants of the True God, and they all spy on the beings at the top of their cultivation.

The awakening of the divine bloodline undoubtedly requires strong external stimulation. During the Great Xia, the divine bloodline basically only tapped out the potential in the body when they were forced into desperate situations.

In this era, there is no shortage of tragedies. The living environment of the people at the bottom of the Southern Territory, even before the disaster, is far from worry-free. During the disaster, it is reduced to a living hell. According to common sense, there will always be There are sporadic divine bloodline awakenings.

At this moment, seeing the old man's calmness when facing death, Shen Qing suddenly had a suspicion in his heart. With the existence of the incense god, living beings still have support in their hearts at the most desperate moments.

Shen Qing has never had a deep feeling about the word faith. She only believes in the cards she holds in her hand, but that is not the case for ordinary people.

During the great disaster in the Southern Territory, countless people also prayed for the blessings of the gods and the Nine Nether Saint King. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why these descendants of the gods were unable to activate the blood in their bodies.

After thinking for a moment, Shen Qing raised his finger to draw a spiritual pattern. The terrifying high temperature instantly distorted the void. The old man's body with separated heads was wrapped in the brilliance of the sun and turned into ashes in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, there was only a spiritual ring left in the void, and the bronze spear that had previously penetrated Shen Qing's chest.

That spear is also a rare spiritual treasure. It has given birth to spiritual wisdom. The old owner is dead. At this moment, under the suppression of Shen Qing's divine essence, he is still struggling. The spiritual patterns on the gun body are flowing, and the blade of the gun is shining with cold light. Pointing to Shen Qing's throat.

Shen Qing tried to appease the spirit in the gun, but after a while, he lost patience and drew his knife to smash the spirit patterns surrounding the gun body, obliterating the spirit inside.

The material of the spear itself was also a rare spiritual material in the world, and was put away by Shen Qing for future use.

The savings in that spiritual ring were not huge. There were only a few spiritual stones, two magic weapons, several bottles of spiritual elixirs, and no secret books of techniques.

According to the net worth of a Gui Yi Zhenjun, it undoubtedly seems a bit shabby.

Perhaps before coming, the old man had been prepared not to go back and had arranged his funeral arrangements in advance.

In addition to these cultivation resources, there is also a scroll that looks like it is carved from ice.

Shen Qing took out the scroll and slowly unfolded it, and the power of the Snow God General hit his face.

[Take the head of December, call you back to the capital, take care of yourself, and grant the third generation a first-grade divine salary. 】

The oracle's words were concise and concise, and the Snow God General was as real as Shen Qing's impression.

All officials in the central dynasty had salaries, as did the incense gods.

The first-grade divine salary is already the pinnacle of a divine general, enough to cultivate the True Lord Guiyi and support a powerful cultivating family.

Three generations have enjoyed this level of salary. This reward is not unattractive, especially for such a true king who has been fighting on the front line all year round.

But at the moment, we don’t know how long this star will last. It doesn’t make much difference if we have this kind of commitment or not.

Shen Qing's eyes narrowed slightly and she exerted force on her palms.

click-

The scroll cracked inch by inch in Shen Qing's palm, and a flash of white light suddenly appeared, revealing the figure of the Snow God General.

Snow-white pupils stared at Shen Qing without saying a word.

Shen Qing looked directly at the Snow God General with no emotion in his expression and remained silent.

After a strange silence, the figure of General Snow God slowly dispersed.

Shen Qing raised his hand to stroke away the remaining aura of the ancient spirit formation, and escaped deep into the Northern Territory without staying too long.Things have reached this stage, and the situation has been completely broken. Next time, the Snow God may come in person, and the situation will be even worse.

She must gather the power of the God-Slaying Alliance in the Northern Territory as soon as possible, encircle and annihilate the big demon, open up as many divine treasures in her body as possible, and prepare for the war with all her strength.

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Imperial Capital, sacrificial platform.

Under the starry night, there was a dead silence. The cold wind outside was whistling and reverberating, but the stage was as warm as spring.

The statue of the Snow God General trembled slightly and opened his eyes.

"Holy King, I missed, and the child's strength has improved again."

Before he finished speaking, the statue that had not moved for thousands of years took half a step forward, and the sacrificial platform shook with a bang.

"This time, I will bring her back myself."

Under the altar, dark clouds suddenly gathered, covering the stars and moon, and in an instant, snow fell thousands of miles away.

"Not urgent."

Jiuyou Holy King slowly opened his eyes, and there was a trace of ripples in Gujing Wubo's eyes:
"Xue, I am somewhat interested in this child now, wait a minute."

A trace of doubt flashed in the Snow God General's eyes, but he didn't say anything. He retracted his steps and fell into silence again.

Jiuyou Holy King raised his head, stared in the direction of the North Territory, thoughtfully, and murmured to himself:

"Time and space..."

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Long before the rise of the Nine Nether Saint King, the Northern Territory was a place where demons were rampant.

Later, the sects who did not want to believe in the Holy King Jiuyou moved here one after another, gradually turning this place into a foreign land, with basically no shrines or temples.

After staying away from the Demon Slayer Division's camp and making sure that no one was following her, Shen Qing immediately activated the jade talisman that Beitang Shifeng had given her.

An imperceptible stream of light filled the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared among the stars in the sky and disappeared.

After half a moment, a figure arrived here in a hurry.

The person who came was a woman with creamy skin, bright and energetic eyes, wearing a purple skirt with white fairy flowers embroidered on it. She was about thirty years old, like a blooming peony, and her cultivation was in the middle stage of Guiyi Zhenjing.

After seeing Shen Qing, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

After glancing at the jade talisman, the woman smoothed her slightly messy hair and said coldly, "Jiang Youning, I have met the special envoy."

"Your Majesty, you're welcome." Shen Qing responded casually, closed his eyes and waited.

"Shi Feng..."

Jiang Youning was silent for a moment, then asked a question. Halfway through the question, she hurriedly changed her words:
"How is your Royal Highness doing lately?"

"It's okay."

Hearing the slightly perfunctory answer, Jiang Youning frowned slightly for a moment. Just when he was about to ask more questions, ripples appeared in the void, and several more True Lords arrived one after another.

(End of this chapter)