Chapter seven hundred and eighty fifth the glory of the ancestors
"His name is Huang Qianqiu. He is eighteen years old this year. He is one of the most terrifyingly talented people among the younger generation of our clan. That Huang Qianqiu cannot handle a hundred moves in Qianqiu's hands."
There was deep fear in Huang Jue's eyes. Even he felt a little numb when he met this person.
Chen Ling swallowed and looked at this young man who was younger than him, his heart tumbling violently.
There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world.
Only when he came to the Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan did he understand what a true peerless monster was.
This is the foundation of the immortal ancient clan.
If you pull out a monster like Huangman, you will be a peerless monster that many superpowers are vying for.
Compared with it, the Shenwu Temple is completely incomparable.
Desolate Qianqiu.
"With his talent, I'm afraid he will surpass ninety."
"He is known as the person with the most terrifying understanding in our clan for thousands of years."
"He hasn't grown up yet. If he waits until he reaches twenty years old, I'm afraid no one in the younger generation in the clan can compete with him."
"I think he will definitely be the one for the Holy Son quota."
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"Huang Qianqiu, pay homage to our ancestors."
Huang Qianqiu bowed respectfully.
Many holy kings, and even the three kings of heaven, earth and humans, looked at Huang Qianqiu with deep appreciation and admiration.
One bow, ten people.
Two bows, ten people.
Three bows, ten people.
…
Nine prayers, five people.
"Hey, ninety-five."
"A number that no one can surpass."
"horrible."
Ninety-five of the one hundred spiritual statues flashed with golden light, reflecting the heaven and earth, which was truly shocking.
Even Chen Ling was stunned.
Ninety-five, so terrifying.
Huang Qianqiu glanced expressionlessly, bowed slightly, and then retreated back into the crowd with awe-inspiring eyes.
Chen Ling ducked out.
Swish.
On the other side, a beautiful figure also walked out.
The two figures paused and looked at each other for a moment.
"Uh, Chen Ling, does he want to participate too?"
Seeing Chen Ling, everyone was stunned.
Although Chen Ling was recognized by the kings and his ancestors, in the eyes of everyone, he was not qualified to participate in the competition for the Holy Son because of his cultivation level at the first level of the Holy Saint.
"Hmph, an outsider who is already a great luck to join the clan dares to compete for the Holy Son?"
"I don't know what's good or bad."
"I want to see how he is."
Among the crowd, there were some young people who stared at Chen Ling with an unkind expression.
"Ladies first, please." Chen Ling shook his head slightly, glanced at the slim girl with a perfect outline of her cheeks, and said with a smile.
When the girl heard this, her red lips suddenly turned up slightly.
"Forget it, you should come first." Huang Ling'er arched her pretty eyebrows and waved her jade hand lightly, not allowing Chen Ling to speak, and walked back to the crowd with brisk steps.
"Thank you."
Chen Ling cupped his fists and raised his hands towards the other party, then ignored everyone's gazes and comments, and strode under the Baidao Spiritual Tablet.
At this moment, the expressions of all the kings were slightly condensed.
The previous scene of ancestor worship really shocked them deeply.
The selection of the Holy Son is approved by the Hundred Ancestors. How far can this Son achieve?
"The Holy Son is related to the rise and fall of a family's fate. How can an outsider, no matter how outstanding, be recognized by the ancestors?"
In the crowd, Huangtian Dao narrowed his eyes, the sharp light in his eyes was breathtaking, and he sneered secretly.
"Chen Ling? Hee hee, putting this guy in front will definitely surprise everyone. Even if I am short, it will not be a shame."
Huang Ling'er pursed her red lips and showed a delicate smile on her face.
Huang Qianqiu just glanced at Chen Ling, and then drooped his eyelids, as if the matter had nothing to do with him, and he didn't even bother to pay attention.
It attracts as much attention as it has for eternity.
However, everyone's thoughts are very different.
Among so many people, the only one who did not underestimate Chen Ling was Luang Jue.
He was vaguely looking forward to it.
Although he is at the elementary level of the Holy Saint, he is at least as strong as the high-level Saint, which is not bad even among the Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan.
In his opinion, there is no problem in gaining the recognition of ancestors, strength and talent.
The key thing is that he is an outsider.
Even if he joins the clan, he is still an outsider to most people.
The deep-rooted ideas will not be changed temporarily just because the ancestors said, "When the Chen family returns, our clan will be prosperous."
Under the spiritual throne, Chen Ling took a deep breath.
"Chen Ling, pay homage to all our ancestors."
The whole place was in an uproar.
Chen Ling's title surprised everyone.
He actually addressed me directly as ‘ancestor’.
Ancestor, Chen Ling's ancestor is Chen Feng. Even if he joins the clan, he will never call the Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan his ancestor.
The expressions of the kings also became strange.
"Ancestor? Haha, I want to see if he can get the approval of several ancestors." Someone sneered.
Chen Ling greets me.
A bow.
There was dead silence, not a single soul moved.
Two obeisances.
Three prayers...
The crowd was eerily silent, their eyes widened and then shrank, their mouths suddenly expanded in extreme astonishment, and then there was a weird smile that was uncontrollable.
not a single one.
This should be said to be the first.
Huang Ling'er covered her red lips and her pretty face was dull.
Isn't this guy too useless?
However, it may also be because he is an outsider.
No matter what, this result is too unexpected.
Huang Jue frowned. Even for an outsider, this result was a bit too shocking.
The kings were also shocked. This scene was so different from the previous scene.
Five prayers, six prayers...
Chen Ling's face was as calm as ever. He didn't look at the movement of the spiritual body, and his heart was silent.
Until the ninth prayer.
The moment he bowed down.
boom!
The hundred souls all bloomed with a golden halo.
"How can it be?"
"Impossible, this is impossible, it must be an illusion."
"Hiss, it hurts so much. All the ancestors moved together. Oh my god, who can tell me what's so weird about this guy?"
"In the first eight rak'ahs, there is no one, and in the ninth rak'ah, everything shines..."
The scream resounded throughout the world.
The faces of all the kings were dull and shocked.
Among the crowd, a proud monster was shocked and stunned.
Even Huang Qianqiu looked stunned and unbelievable at this moment.
This is the first time that hundreds of ancestors have come together.
The scream made Chen Ling look up.
After seeing it clearly, he also opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.
"What the hell, one hundred people?"
Chen Ling pinched himself hard. The severe pain made him tremble and he swallowed hard.
One hundred ways.
What it brought was not a surprise, but a kind of horror.
What exactly is going on?
Even though he has the Sky-Swallowing Bloodline, even if his bloodline has returned to his true form, everything that has happened since he stepped into the Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan makes him feel too unreal.
What does this portend?
"Could this be fake?"
"Fake? If it's fake, I'll eat shit."
"What qualifications does he have?"
Chen Ling frowned and slowly stepped back.
The crowd remained motionless, and their eyes were extremely complex.
Huang Jue watched Chen Ling approaching, and the shock on his face slowly turned into a bitter smile: "What kind of freak are you?"
"I suddenly feel that you are probably the most authentic sky-swallowing beast, and so many others like me are fake." (To be continued)