Chapter six hundred and twentieth third welcome the gods
Nan Wulin, deep in the Ancient God Religion.
Hundreds of young girls in white gauze are praying for the sacrificial dance that originated from ancient times.
Hold the leather drum around your waist with your left hand, stretch your right hand like a wicker, and then beat the drum head rhythmically.
Hundreds of drums resonate regularly, creating a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Ancient and huge energy flows out from this deep darkness. It is the will of the original gods and the prayer power of the ancient ancestors.
Tang Yuan and the man in white cloak stood in front of this scene, with the same smile on their lips.
The man in white cloak smiled and said:
"Tang Yuan, are you already so impatient?"
"Aren't you also quite eager?" Tang Yuan actually used the honorific title when answering, "Besides, the Heavenly Army has destroyed the Buddhist Mercy World, and the next target must be the Southern Wulin. Without your combat power, the Ancient God Sect would
It is impossible to withstand the heavenly attack."
As the leader of the ancient god, Tang Yuan has an inexplicable respect for this subordinate man in white cloak...
"It's a pity that the current preparations are far from enough. Even if I come to this world in my true form, my skills will not be restored to their peak."
"That's okay. With the blood of gods that you have prepared so far, your strength can be restored to at least 70%. By then, no matter how powerful the super innates in heaven are, they will not be able to compete with you in the realm of gods and demons."
Tang Yuan said seriously.
When the man in white cloak heard this, he reached out and patted Tang Yuan's shoulder gently.
"Xiao Yuan, 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, and you are the only one who is truly loyal to me."
Tang Yuan was patted on the shoulder by the man in white cloak. He felt that he had received a lot of honors and bowed respectfully to the man in white cloak:
"The blood of our ancestors remains on our body. This is Tang Yuan's mission."
Suddenly, I remembered the sound of footsteps in this deep and dark place.
Nalan Qui, dressed in blue, walked in slowly, looking relaxed and at ease:
"Leader, I heard that you are looking for me?"
"Ha, what did you say? Look over here first."
When Tang Yuan heard Nalan Qui's footsteps approaching, he straightened his back and pointed at the God-welcoming Dance Ceremony in front of him.
Following the direction of Tang Yuan's finger, Nalan Qui looked at Qi Wu in the darkness and depth ahead.
Grand yet silent, ancient yet surging.
"What kind of dance is this?" Nalan Qui looked at the dance in front of him and felt 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 also
They can dance this ancient and mysterious dance...I almost never leave the main altar of the church day and night, but I have never seen them."
"Of course," Tang Yuan put his hands behind his back and showed a calm expression, "This is the most unknown secret in the ancient religion."
"The most unknown secret?" Nalan Qu was stunned, "Is there such a secret in our sect?"
This time Nalan Qui followed Tang Yuan's direction and looked back behind him:
"What's behind you?"
Based on his trust in the leader, Nalan Qu had no doubts at all. However, at the moment when he turned around, Tang Yuan's palm suddenly condensed with pure and huge martial arts energy, and Ling Ran hit Nalan Qu's back with a palm.
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The absolute palm was transmitted from Tang Yuan's palm to Nalan Qui's back, and then to Nalan Qui's limbs.
This slap was merciless, injuring Nalan Qu's internal organs and destroying his meridians.
Opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of internal organ fragments, Nalan Qu turned back to look at Tang Yuan with eyes full of disbelief.
"Leader!!"
This call revealed the huge shock in my heart.
However, Tang Yuan didn't care about his feelings at all. He took the shot from the air and directly threw the seriously injured Nalan Qui into the center of the God-welcoming Dance Festival.
The meridians on his body were damaged by Tang Yuan's sudden palm force, and he was unable to move for a moment.
Nalan Qui was lying in the middle of the group of dancers, wrapped in the mysterious energy of this ancient dance festival, and felt that the blood in his body was burning crazily.
Bit by bit, the power of blood flowed out of his body, guided by the dance around him, and flowed to the sky.
Looking at this picture, Tang Yuan did not feel any emotional reluctance, but his eyes were filled with enthusiasm:
"Very good! After many years of cultivation, only one Nalan Qui has retained the active original blood of the God of Prayer! With this special bloodline that is the only one that exists in the world today, the glory of the ancient era is about to reappear at this moment!
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With his eyes filled with fanatical will, Tang Yuan respectfully extended his hand to the man in white cloak and said:
"Sir! Please embark on this path of practicing the ancient will!"
With an indescribable sarcasm on his lips, the man in the white cloak walked leisurely into this grand dance.
The ancient power lingering in this dark space, together with the blood power separated from Nalan Qu's body, poured into his body, causing a strange change.
This change is similar to a mortal being promoted to innate, a change in the level of life, but it also has an additional change in time and space, as if a being from thousands of years ago is about to come again.
The man in a white cloak floated slowly, and all the power around him was swallowed up by him. Gradually... even the dancers dancing around him began to float with blood-red light.
A dance festival to welcome the gods is an endless sacrifice... and a grand return.
"Yes! That's it! That's it!"
Tang Yuan looked at this scene, his eyes full of enthusiasm, like a pious defender...but the direction of his enthusiasm was a bit strange.
"This is! The moment when our lineage of the Ancient God Religion regains its ancient glory! The greatness of our ancestors will soon be known to the world again!"
At this moment...a cold and sarcastic voice reached Tang Yuan's ears.
Tang Yuan looked back in horror. Han Feng, who was wearing a golden feather cloak, had appeared here at some unknown time.
Holding his elbows with both hands, his eyebrows were filled with disdain. The divine power in his body was restrained by Han Feng himself, but the noble aura of heaven and earth on his body could not be concealed.
The Great Heavenly Lord...came here!
When Tang Yuan saw Han Feng, he subconsciously took a step back, but quickly reacted and moved forward again. His eyes were averted and there was an obvious resistance, and he said:
"Great Heavenly Lord!! Do you want to stop this?"
Han Feng folded his hands and said nothing, but remained disdainful.
Tang Yuan continued:
"You don't understand at all what this means! 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 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 nervous at all:
"You're a little pitiful."
Tang Yuan did not expect that Han Feng would say such words at this moment, and was stunned for a moment.
Then, a huge, pure, majestic and righteous golden power exploded in this dark world!