Imperial God Emperor: 0679, white shirt into the temple

heavenly ascension.

"Crepe Myrtle sect people listen to the orders, the twenty-third generation of disciples Li Rui, martial arts Cultivation Base outstanding, both talented, and good-hearted, Ben Palace Master accepted him as the new head of Crepe Myrtle sect, immediately succeeded." Ye Qingyu Divine Soul power spread throughout Purple Lingshan, echoing his unquestionable majesty and shock.

Heaven and Earth is silent.

Not only the crowd standing on the square, but also the spirit beast deep in the mountains and the sound/noise of the soul bird, all came to an end.

At that moment, all the creatures felt like the gods came to earth, and all the people bowed down and worshiped. In this piece of Heaven and Earth, no creatures dared to make any movement, only trembling, awe and surrender. 》 ♂wán》 ♂》 ♂ ロ 巴 ， ○. △ ∽.♀

Li Rui on the side, tightly pursing his lips.

The teenager seems to be exhausting full power to restrain the trembling and fear of his body.

The hesitation and worry in his eyes are about to turn into tears that are difficult to restrain.

He felt countless eyes, all covering his body. These eyes Master are the objects that he needs to look up and lower his head in daily life. At this time, these eyes are filled with envy, shock and jealousy. The expression, in my life, I have never seen such a scene, never stood in front of everyone, became the center of much attention, and never thought of inheriting a Sect Master.

All these are brought to me by this supreme God of War, who worships and worships idols.

The Li Rui panting excitedly, can't help feeling grateful anymore.

His eyes are slightly red, and the corners of his eyes are slightly moist.

Ye Qingyu turned his head and looked at Li Rui, looking a little serious and solemn, whispering softly: "Deng Yuntai I already took you up, but if Crepe Myrtle sect people can take orders and convince you, you still have to rely on yourself There are still many thorny issues in Sect that you need to deal with urgently. Your shoulders must be hard today and firmly. Only in this way can you revitalize Crepe Myrtle sect and live up to the name of Crape Myrtle! "

The palm of his hand then flipped over, and a jade badger with Ying Ying white light appeared in his palm.

"Here is a sword technique called Peerless Mighty General four moves. This is the sword technique I played on Breeze and Drizzle Building that day. It is very suitable for your Cultivation Base mentality and cultivation technique. I hope you can make good use of it. Next time I look forward to your The self-confidence of Sect Master and I weigh again. "

Speaking of which, Ye Qingyu patted the thin shoulders of young boy Li Rui.

Under split second, his figure flickered slightly, turned into a mist of water, and disappeared in place.

Li Rui looks at the faint light that empties into the sky, and then looks down at the audience and still pays attention to all his eyes.

He closed his eyes slowly, took a deep breath.

He squeezed the slightly tender jade in his hand tightly, as if he could bring himself unlimited courage and self-confidence. He opened his eyes again, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

It's a new, confident, determined, fearless light.

It seems that in this split second, he finally opened his eyes, and his timidity faded. Heaven and Earth is vast.

The figure of this thin boy gradually became tall and erect.

Crape Myrtle on the main hall square.

The coquettish woman Nan Hua looked at the young man on the Deng Yuntai in the distance, and his mind emerged from the scene when he was rescued by Qingfeng Xiulou.

At that moment, she seemed to have a new understanding of what is valuable to people.

...

On the sky.

Ye Qingyu returned to the Bright God hall.

To go to Crepe Myrtle sect today, it was not his temporary heartbeat, but it was planned long ago.

After exiting Youyan Pass, Ye Qingyu first entered the Snow King Court, then dropped in to Crepe Myrtle sect, and then visited Three Sects Three Schools and Baishan black water Barbarian Race, the desert Barbarian Race and the southern waters Demon Race.

He wants to eradicate all hidden dangers completely, no matter Sect or Alien race royal court, must surrender under the throne of Yu Xiao Xing, Heaven Wasteland Domain must be a unified domain to meet the rating from domain alliance.

"Next stop, Baishan black water Barbarian Race Demon Court."

Ye Qingyu stands at the door of Bright God Hall.

The mind turns and communicates with Small Silver Dragon. The Bright God hall crosses Space-Time and instantly crosses thousands of mountains and rivers.

After a breath.

Bright God Temple came to a snow-colored surging, over the primitive ice and snow forest of Wan Muyu.

A variety of ancient wooden trees stand between the snowy peaks of Jiyuduiqiong, like an endless jade color Ocean.

From a distance, Xuefeng and Tianmu are blended together, as if a snow mist Divine Dragon that is proud of the sky is slowly swimming on the rolling forests and mountains.

Between these forest peaks and snowy mountains, a majestic palace made of extremely rare black spar, towering into the clouds and standing on top of the mountain, is like a Fiendgod house, a magnificent atmosphere, inhabited by successive barbarian kings of Correct Baishan black water Barbarian Race [Black Temple].

Pale gold rune totems are pasting the walls around the palace.

The walls are faintly radiant with black and golden luster, dyeing a vast sky and clouds into Mo Jin, like a constantly changing ink painting.

Oh! Boom! Boom!

Three successive majestic, cymbals and drums that rang through the sky suddenly sounded from the sacrifice altar in front of the Black Temple.

Seventeen giant Barbarian Race warriors with beast bones standing on the altar surrounded by clouds and bones.

Behind them, there are seventeen giant drums with ten meters in diameter and sewn from a whole sheet of animal skin.

Between Linfeng and Xueling, light golden light curtains, like the screen curtain, rune formation suddenly withdraws towards the layers below the forest, with a clear trajectory and orderly.

Bright God Hall traveled all the way. After passing through several snow peaks, it finally stopped in the air in front of the Black Palace.

At the same time.

A trail of silvery light trailed out of the Bright God Hall.

Ye Qingyu entered the palace of the Barbarian King.

White shirt enters the temple, and one sees the barbaric king.

I heard the drums coming, and the Barbarian Race soldiers and tribal leaders gathered in front of the Black God Temple. At this time, they were staring at the gate of the temple closely, showing a very curious and shocked look.

"It is the Bright God hall of Human Race."

"How many years has it reappeared ..."

"Why did Human Race come here suddenly?"

"Why did the great barbarian call this Human Race alone?"

"Is this new Human Race new Palace Master overwhelming, intending to challenge the Wild King?"

Since the white shirt Human Race went in, the black temple that has been fully opened by Restriction rune has been motionless, even without any power and Aura coming out, showing a very strange silence.

After half a day.

White shirt out.

The gate of the Black God Temple opens. After waiting a long time for Barbarian Race, you can see inside the gate of the temple, and suddenly an extreme silver awn appears suddenly out of thin air. And among the silvery lights, a Bai Yi (white-clothed) like snow, black hair like a waterfall, and even hair seem to have endless silver radiant figures flowing back to the light.

Amazing.

Sure.

A group of Barbarian Race feel incredible about the person who is not like a human, but more like a god.

At this moment, this young Human Race clearly did not reveal any power. Why is there an illusion that he wants to surrender to him subconsciously.

For a while, no one dared to speak.

In front of the temple.

Big stature, more than seven meters in length, red hair like fire, and a bear-skinned, ancient battle legion leader of the ancient warrior army Jin Jin, ignored the surprise and shock of the people, personally leading the way for the white shirt Human Race Go east and land in front of the Witch Temple.

Barbarian Race is a race that has both royal and religious powers. In addition to the barbarian king who sits in the palace, the high priest in the witch temple is also one of the leaders of Barbarian Race.

Ye Qingyu entered the Witch Temple.

The white shirt is only one person, and then re-enters the Witch Temple.

The Barbarian Race generals and the tribal chiefs hurried to the Witch Temple, all of them showed a terrified expression, and some tribal chiefs stood outside and rebuked.

"It is a shame and shame, how could Human Race enter the Witch Temple!"

"Master Witch God, let the dirty Human Race body leave the temple!"

"Suddenly Human Race can enter the Black Temple and Witch Temple, who is he ..."

The Witch Temple, as the temple for sacrificing deities and ancestors in Baishan black water Barbarian Race, has been appointed by the high priests of the gods of all ages. This temple, which has a history of thousands of years, is believed by Barbarian Race and is the most pure place of Between Heaven and Earth.

This place is now polluted by the flesh and blood of other races, and the anger of the Barbarian Race crowd gathered outside the temple is growing.

The heads of several tribes couldn't hold their anger and walked towards the temple.

Just now

Long!

Rumble! !! !!

A wave of extremely horrific and weird power came from the Witch Temple, shocking the Quartet.

The black witch flames surrounding the Witch Temple are rising and falling, and they are constantly changing the shapes of various primitive ancient beasts.

And from the temple, there is another burst, which is enough to make the situation change color, like the power of yuan qi coming from the stormy sea to rush forth.

The power of this violent and imposing yuan qi, like a hurricane, has spread towards the Barbarian Race realm. The crowd of Barbarian Race who was clamoring and questioning at originally suddenly looked horrified. Shocked panic expression.

This split second, all the arguments suddenly stopped.

In the entire Barbarian Race, there are only invisible gods overwhelming the whole snowy mountain, and each Barbarian Race's body and mind spread with extreme fear.

Not only that, all the creatures in the thousands of acres of snow-covered forests feel the power of this indignant yuan qi at this moment.

This is enough power to suffocate all living beings. All spirit beast in the virgin forest stops hustle and roar, and even the mountain winds and rivers are suddenly still at this moment.

It seems that everything between Heaven and Earth has been shaken by this overbearing power.

After half a day, the fluctuations finally stopped.

Witch Shrine door opens.

White shirt Ye Qingyu comes out of it.

Still silver and white luster like a cloud of light smoke enveloping him, the figure like a fairy in the light mist turned into a silver light curtain, and did not look as shocked as the surrounding Barbarian Race public expert, but turned and floated away Go and disappeared in this piece of Heaven and Earth.

The Bright God Temple, which has been standing above the Black Temple, has disappeared suddenly.

Nether ripples fade.

It never seems to have appeared.

Amazing.

Stuck.

Shock.

Fear.

All Barbarian Race generals and tribal chiefs seem to be caught in a strange space and time, with a stern face, a shocked and excited expression, standing on the spot, motionless.

When all Barbarian Race is lost

Oh! !!

Oh!

The drums on the sacrificial altar ring again.

The loud noise of the trembling mountains seems to pull a group of Barbarian Race people's Divine Soul back into their bodies in this split second, so that they suddenly sober, and then all the surprised and suspicious eyes looked towards the altar.

On the altar.

A silver dragon-shaped flame burst into the black Witchfire flame.

The bones of various Monster around the altar emit extremely strange sound/noise that seems to be rubbed by teeth and bones.

Suddenly from the black temple and the witch temple, two black fluorescent figures flew together.

Eyebrows are wide, dark black totems appear on the cheeks, and they are tall and slender, about five or six meters high. The black gold totem long robe hunts the wild king of Correct Baishan black water [Jin 狴]. On the other hand, he was lean, wearing an ink-colored long robe, with a gray long head hanging down, and the old man holding an ancient animal skull scepter stood majestic, his eyes overlooking the Correct witch **** high priest of the Barbarian Race people under the altar [witch阙】.

"I was inspired by the gods of Baishui and Heishan. From today on, the people of Baishui and Heishan are like Snow Country Human Race and the emperor Yu Xiao Xing. If you violate the purpose of the gods, provoke civil strife, or resist the emperor's order, you will be expelled immediately, exile black water Ridge, accept God. Punishment. "The high priest's voice was like a bell, which caused the sky to swell and the earthquake to tremble.

These words shocked the Quartet.

"How could ..."

"Bow yourself? To Human Race?"

"Why ... how can Barbarian Race people bow their heads like a weak Human Race!"

Barbarian Race sound/noise suddenly questioned and protested among the masses.

"Silent!"

The barbaric sound/noise is not large, but the intangible deterrent is enough to make all sound/noise stand still instantly.

He looked at some eager, even angry Barbarian Race people, and sighed softly, and immediately became more solemn and majestic, and said, "I swear by the ancestors of Barbarian Race, and today I will not be afraid of Human Race forces, nor for Tolerate shame, but to really save the blood of the Baishan black water Barbarian Race line and strengthen my Barbarian Race line. "

As the gods intended, the ancestors swore.

The two most convincing and unrebellious decrees of Barbarian Race people in Baishui and Heishan are issued from the mouths of their most respected kings and deities.

All the Barbarian Races finally bow down.

At this moment, they are subject to the spirit and the instinctual response of willpower, and more subject to the guidance of the ancestors of the gods.

No one questioned anymore, no one argued, all the people were worshipped under the altar of worship, and worshipped religiously.

Without silence, an unprecedented change, like an irresistible hurricane, strikes this wild and sturdy race.

That's it for today, and it will start tomorrow.

Thank you for your understanding.