Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

"Who, who should fight!"

The Muman King's knees sank into the stone slab, and the blood soon stained the area in bright red.

He suddenly turned around and looked with ferocious eyes, and saw a tall, demonic figure walking onto the square.

This person has a majestic face, with an aura that is supreme and domineering over the world. He has a golden crown and python robe, with his hands behind his back. In his narrow eyes, thousands of military formations are constantly moving. Every moment, countless soldiers are rising up to fight endlessly. .

"Marquis Zhenwu, Jiang Shirong!"

The Muman King's pupils shrank, his heart and blood vessels were about to explode with fear, and the violence and ferocity that had just arisen had long since disappeared.

"Zhen Wuhou?"

"He is Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

"Why did he appear in the ancestral land?"

All the barbarians stood up in shock and looked at the tall, god-like man in the middle of the square. They were so shocked that they were beyond words.

There are only countless thoughts in my mind, surging and surging, full of doubts and shocks.

"Jiang Shirong, he really showed up!"

Jiang Li sat on the top stone steps and watched the scene with interest.

As early as when he noticed something strange about the Muman King, he sensed another look that frightened him, also looking at the Muman King.

This is why he did not intervene in the fight between Ying Shanxiang and Muman King.

"Jiang Shirong!"

Ying Shanxiang was still present, and the powerful vitality of the human immortal made his broken heart heal quickly.

He stood up slowly and looked at Jiang Shirong, who was getting closer and closer. His eyes were full of wariness. He moved forward and blocked the five statues of Mangzu.

He was probably one of the few people among all the barbarians present who knew that Jiang Shirong also had the blood of the barbarian ancestors.

"Jiang Shirong, what do you want to do? Steal my barbarian clan's clan-suppressing artifact!"

The Muman King's eyes flashed, and he suddenly summoned up the courage to shout: "The divine weapon was given to us, the descendants of the Barbarian Ancestor, by the Barbarian God. Even if you are powerful and have Wu Zhenjiuzhou, you are not qualified to take the divine weapon away. Even if the barbarian tribe fights to destroy the clan, it will still be destroyed." To protect the artifact!"

As soon as his words came out, all the surrounding barbarians were awakened from shock and confusion.

Although they knew that Jiang Shirong's combat prowess was unparalleled in all nine states, there were still countless barbarians who bravely jumped down the stone steps to protect the artifact.

"Don't even move!"

However, at this moment, the temple priest suddenly slammed the wooden stick in his hand and shouted: "He is also the heir of the Barbarian God!"

"what!"

The barbarians who had already rushed down the stone steps and prepared to die were shocked in their hearts, as if there was a thunderous explosion deep in their minds.

Everyone froze on the spot, looking at the temple sacrifice with shock and dullness.

"Manwu, I haven't seen you for more than thirty years!"

The eyes of the temple priest were also trembling. He looked at Jiang Shirong's tall and tall body and sighed: "In the past thirty years, I have heard nothing from you. I only thought that you were dead long ago, but I never wanted to powerful the Zhenwu Marquis of Jiuzhou. It will be you!"

"Uncle, I said one day, I will come back!"

Jiang Shirong's eyes were also a little complicated. He looked at the Temple of Man God, and many familiar scenes from the past seemed to emerge from the depths of his memory.

"Barbarian martial arts?"

"The descendants of the Barbarian God, worship the lineage!"

"Many years ago, a child did escape from the temple. It is said that he was dissatisfied with the clan's decision..."

All the barbarians present felt as if they were in a dream.

The Five Guards of Zulong are known all over the world.

But only the barbarians themselves know that there are not only five barbarian tribes.

In ancient times, the Barbarian God sent his five sons to the five directions to guard one side.

But he kept his favorite son by his side to serve him.

Each of the five barbarian ancestors received a stream of true blood from the barbarian god and inherited a line of martial arts.

The young son of the Barbarian God not only received the five true bloods at the same time, but also received the inheritance of the Barbarian God's Taoism.

Later generations of descendants were responsible for sacrificial responsibilities, guarding the bones of the Barbarian God and the temple from external forces.

However, only one person in each generation can practice martial arts, and all other descendants, regardless of their martial qualifications, can only specialize in Taoism.

"You, you are from the sacrificial lineage!"

The Muman King was a little sluggish.

"Back then, I was selected to be the Guardian of the Barbarian God in the temple. I clearly won because I had the highest martial qualifications, but I was not the one who became the Guardian in the end!"

Jiang Shirong nodded and said slowly: "I was dissatisfied, so I left the temple alone that night, vowing to learn a skill and return to Manzhou to defeat the guardian of the barbarian god, which proved that the choice of the temple was the wrong decision.

"I left Manzhou and wandered around. Finally, I was taken in by the head of the Helou family. I became a retainer and received the inheritance of martial arts. Only then did I step by step, and finally joined the army, and then I achieved what I have achieved today."

"Mangwu, what happened back then was not that we were unfair. It was because you were too qualified. You were the best in the clan in terms of martial arts and Taoism. However, the other children of your generation had mediocre Taoism qualifications. If you choose If you practice martial arts, there will be no successors to the position of priest!"

The temple priest shook his head and sighed, but he knew very well that Jiang Shirong's temperament was useless no matter how he explained it.

only……

"Manwu, no matter what happened back then, as a member of the spiritual temple priest lineage, you are not qualified to succeed the Great Man King. Your priestly status has a special role and you have more important responsibilities!" said the spiritual temple priest.

"I am not qualified to succeed the Great Barbarian King, does he?"

Jiang Shirong sneered, and he stretched out his hand to point at the Muman King kneeling on the stone slab. The scar on the latter's spine, like a ferocious centipede, split open with a pricking sound.

Jiang Shirong pulled his palm, and a twisted mass of flesh and blood tissue was pulled out of the Muman King's chest.

This mass of flesh and blood squirmed uncontrollably. It looked like internal organs, but it soon evolved into a form with limbs and a head.

But it still looked like a bloody mass with no skin or bones.

"Marquis Zhenwu, you discovered me!"

The mass of flesh and blood opened its mouth and let out a horrifying cry. The voice was neither male nor female, and it was horrifying.

The Muman King's body lost its support and fell to the ground with a plop.

"King Muman...he is controlled!"

"So, the one who has been fighting the Tuman King just now is not the Muman King himself, but that mass of flesh and blood!"

"I just said, King Muman is already old, how could he suddenly break through the realm and become a human immortal!"

"But what is that mass of flesh and blood!"

The barbarians were shocked. Looking at the struggling and squirming mass of flesh and blood, they felt nauseated and terrified.

If this mass of flesh and blood is really allowed to succeed as the Great Barbarian King...

"Man Wu, he is..."

The temple priest also asked tremblingly.

"It's just an ancient tribe that has practiced evil methods. It's nothing to be afraid of!"

Jiang Shirong sneered, and squeezed it hard with his palm. The bloody ball was crushed by him without even screaming, and was thrown to the ground.

"I took away the statues of the Manzu!" Jiang Shirong turned around, grabbed the five statues, and walked towards the Manzu Temple, "Jiuzhou is in turmoil and the Great Zhou Dynasty is weak. The Holy One needs the Manzhou tripod to extend the lives of Zhongzhou and the imperial court. , when the Great Zhou Dynasty swept across the Nine Provinces and established the empire in the future, the barbarians would no longer have the need to control the cauldron.

"When I succeed the Great Barbarian King, I will wipe out the Barbarian States. The five barbarian tribes will follow me into Zhongzhou and become the five guards under the Holy Lord. They will restore the territory of the Great Zhou and establish the empire!"

His voice was magnificent and his posture was tough, leaving no room for negotiation.

boom

But before he stepped into the Temple of the Barbarian God, the space beside him flickered, and a tall barbarian rushed out.

The desolate and reckless fist spirit suddenly swept through the world.

"Man Dong, you were no match for me thirty years ago. Can you still block my move thirty years later?"

Jiang Shirong sneered, without concentrating his fists, his footsteps landed softly, and the barbarian who was charging was directly knocked away by the pressure of blood energy, rolled to the ground, and vomited blood.

"Barbarian Wu, do you really want to betray the entire barbarian tribe?"

The tall barbarian yelled angrily and became emotional. His body instantly exploded in several places and he fell to the ground, unable to fight anymore.

"Trash, this is the guardian of the temple!"

Jiang Shirong sneered. The blood in his body seemed to be activating the five barbarian ancestor statues in his hands.

The statue suddenly shook, and crystal ancestral blood flew out and floated towards Jiang Shirong.

"Uncle, even the ancestors of the five barbarians recognized me, and the barbarian gods will also recognize me!"

Jiang Shirong laughed coldly, "Barbarians are good at martial arts, and I have proven with my own strength that I am the most beloved heir of the Barbarian God!"

"Jiang Shirong, even you want to control Manzhou!"

However, before he finished speaking, another tall and majestic barbarian figure walked out of the void.

As soon as this figure appeared, the majestic blood energy that was not weaker than Jiang Shirong soared into the sky.

The ancestral blood of the five barbarians that had already flown was also affected by this blood energy, and part of it deviated in the direction and went towards this person.

"Ok?"

Jiang Shirong took a rare step, and the five barbarian ancestral bloods flew into the bodies of the two of them, running and merging at the same time.

The two men's bodies and momentum increased at the same time.

"This……"

The temple priest was stunned, obviously shocked by the scene before him.

He looked at Jiang Li's unfamiliar face and rummaged through his mind, but he did not recall the existence of the temple priests or such a clan member.

But in the blood that surged from Jiang Li's body, there was clearly the extremely pure aura of the Barbarian God's bloodline.

With a roar, the ancestral blood of the Five Barbarians in Jiang Li's body was the first to be fused. He blasted out his fists, and the spirit of his fists reversed everything, transcending space and time, forming a whirlpool. The statue of the Five Barbarians in Jiang Shirong's hand was torn away.

"The pinnacle immortal!"

Jiang Shirong was a little surprised. Although the suppression of the Dao rules in the modern and ancient world has been reduced, high-level immortals are already the limit that the Dao can accommodate.

It is absolutely impossible to give birth to a peak immortal.

And even if this person is like himself and successfully advances in the Ancient God Tower, how can he dare to use more power than the Dao allows in the world of Kyushu?

Isn't he afraid of the power of divine punishment from the great avenue!

In surprise, the statue of the Five Barbarians had already flown towards Jiang Li, so Jiang Shirong could not remain indifferent.

He grabbed forward with both hands, directly grabbed two of the statues, and pulled them back alive.

But the other three statues were directly collected by Jiang Li. With a flip of his palm, the light flashed and disappeared immediately.

Jiang Li took away the three statues, but did not take action because of it, even when the aura of divine punishment from the great avenue was already brewing in the heavens, locking him.

He still turned a blind eye and rushed straight towards Jiang Shirong.

The fist spirit reversed time and space and enveloped Jiang Shirong.

"Madman, you want to drag me to accept the punishment of the Great Dao!"

Jiang Shirong was shocked. He turned around, stamped his feet on the ground, and flew away into the distance.

He is naturally brave and fearless, but he does not want to suffer divine punishment in vain.

However, Jiang Li's speed was even faster and he followed closely.

The two of them flew tens of thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye, and the out-of-control vortex wrapped around Jiang Shirong's legs and imprisoned him.

"Damn it, you're really crazy!"

Jiang Shirong's heart was beating fast. The power of divine punishment had arrived in an instant, directly blasting towards Jiang Li. 80% of the power crashed into Jiang Li's body, but the other two followed the reverse time and space vortex and wrapped Jiang Shirong inside.

In an instant, both of them were knocked down from the sky.

Jiang Li fell into an unknown large lake and became silent without any fluctuations.

Jiang Shirong crashed into a high mountain and rolled to the ground. Although he was able to withstand only 10% of the divine punishment of the great avenue, it still caused the energy and blood in his body to surge and evaporate, and his vitality was greatly reduced.

There are also many scars on the skin, surrounded by fragments of Dao rules, which are difficult to heal.

"Who is he? Has he gone crazy? A peak human being would dig his own grave. How stupid!"

Jiang Shirong endured the pain, climbed into the air, and arrived at the place where Jiang Li fell. He thrust his hands down into the air, and the water of the lake poured in to both sides, revealing the mud under the lake bottom.

Jiang Shirong scanned the entire bottom of the lake, trying to find Jiang Li's body and take away the other three barbarian ancestor statues.

"Jiang Shirong, how does it feel to be punished by Dao Dao!"

However, at low altitude, the air fluctuated slightly, and Jiang Li's tall figure transformed into a barbarian and walked out again. He straightened up and continued to attack.

"Are you okay?"

Jiang Shirong's heart skipped a beat, and he was vaguely aware of something strange and frightened.

Although Jiang Li was powerful, almost as strong as him, what was really strange and frightening was that this person seemed to be crazy and unpredictable, and had an astonishing ability to resist the punishment of the gods.

Although his physical body was damaged in many places at this moment and has not yet recovered, he has once again used the power of the peak immortal.

Jiang Shirong took a step back and frowned. He really couldn't figure out Jiang Li's details. He flicked his hands and threw the two barbarian ancestor statues far away. He swayed and flew away in the opposite direction.

If Jiang Li really kept dragging him and was constantly bombarded by the aura of divine punishment from the great avenue, there was no real possibility of him falling here.

"Jiang Shirong, you won't be so lucky if you meet me again!"

Jiang Li looked at the direction in which Jiang Shirong was leaving, snorted coldly, turned around and flew away, collecting the other two statues of the Man Ancestor, and then returned to the Manzhou ancestral land.

At this time, all the barbarians were still in shock and fear of losing the statue of their ancestor.

Although Jiang Li and Jiang Shirong are both descendants of the Barbarian ancestors, one has never met before, but the other is obsessed with the Great Zhou Dynasty and wants to dedicate all the heritage of the Barbarian tribe to Emperor Jing to continue the great Zhou Dynasty.

"Ying Shanxiang, continue!"

Jiang Li fell from the sky and waved his hand, and the five barbarian ancestor statues flew towards the Yingshan elephant.

"Lord..."

Ying Shanxiang took the five statues and looked at Jiang Li. When he saw the affirmation in the latter's eyes, he couldn't help but feel certain.

He took a deep breath, raised the statue in his hand high, turned around and headed towards the Manzu Temple. (End of chapter)