True Martial World Chapter 540: Festival

As Jiang Xiaorou stepped up to the Altar of God Bone step by step, a red line appeared in the sky in the distance. Then, thousands of miles of red clouds rolled in, and the sky above this earth was stained with blood. ([[

The red clouds hang down, like the thick blood plasma dripping from the sky to the ground.

On the land of the desolate land, there is a peerless woman, watching this scene from afar.

The appearance of a woman is a bit like Jiang Xiaorou, but it is less childish and more mature and charming.

She watched Jiang Xiaorou's every move and every expression, but her heart was not relaxed.

The deserted people, inheriting these endless years, they have been carrying the mission of belonging to the deserted people. From ancient times to today, their bloodline is slowly weakening.

Now they have less power than already.

The kings of the barrens of the past must be recognized by the altar of the **** bones, and awaken ancient blood on the altar.

However, not every generation of the desert king can awaken successfully. In the history of the desert, there has been a lack of the desert king.

Even if there is awakening, there are some levels of preliminary awakening, deep awakening, and perfect awakening, and the gap is huge.

With the passage of time, perhaps due to the lapse of the power of the Altar of the God Bone, the barbaric king who has been able to awaken the ancient blood in depth for nearly ten million years has become fewer and fewer.

The glorious and peerless woman in front of her has awakened the ancient blood deeply thousands of years ago. She is in charge of the Aborigines.

Twenty years ago, however, there was a major accident that left her severely damaged and her bloodline damaged.

Although she is still strong, her blood loss makes it difficult for her to drive the Holy Spirit of the Aborigines, which is very important to the Aborigines.

In this turbulent world, the Holy Spirit of the Aborigines is missing, and their heritage may be ruined.

Let Jiang Xiaorou step under the age of twenty to step on the altar of the **** bones and try to awaken the blood, which has never happened in the past millions of years.

Jiang Xiaorou is too young to complete such a ceremony, but she has to do it because ... they have no time for already.

"Mother, are you worried?"

Aside from the woman, a young boy in Tsing Yi said respectfully that the young man Correct had been in Ta'a City and rescued Yi Yun's shepherd.

The woman nodded slightly and sighed: "Worried ... and distressed, Rouer was separated from me since she was a child. She grew up alone in Yunhuang, suffering from human suffering, and finally reunited with me, but I couldn't Give her too much love, but let her go to the altar of **** bones, and shoulder the mission of my deserted people ... "

"Rouer has a special constitution. Even if she is young, she may be recognized by the Holy Spirit and become a true king of the barren ... but ... the pain in her heart makes me hard to let go."

After listening to the woman's words, the shepherd boy hesitated a bit, pondered the words, and said, "Mother-in-law, the young lady boldly said, that young man named Yi Yun should always be remembered by the young master ... because of him Separation makes the younger owner less smiley ... "

"Yi Yun ..." The woman took a deep breath, but shook her head slightly. "I know some of his actions these years. If he is just a mediocre person, it will not matter if he stays in the desert and reunites with Rouer. No, but this son is not a thing in the pool. Don't expect him to stay in the desert in peace. In the future, he will surely stir up the Dong Feng cloud. I foresee that Rouer may cause disaster if he has too much negotiation with him. . "

"I was alone in my own life and suffered a loss once. This is also something I am worried about. Some things, even if deliberately avoided, are difficult to escape ..."

While the woman was talking, she sighed quietly, and at this time, Jiang Xiaorou already reached the top of the altar of the **** bone.

She raised her hand, held the totem bone stick, raised it high, and the wide sleeves dangled, revealing Jiang Xiaorou's white arm like porcelain, which stood out against the red clouds.

Woohoo ...

Between heaven and earth, the wind is rising.

Jiang Xiaorou's long and red robes were hurled by the wind, and a swath of Aura spread across the whole land in an instant.

All the beasts trembled slightly when this Aura was pushed down. They seemed to have a feeling, raised their heads, and looked at the altar of **** bones.

The wind is getting louder and louder, the wind is thundering!

The red clouds also rolled in the wind, like a tide.

In the wind, the woman standing alone on the high altar was dancing with her cloak behind her, her cane pointed at the sky, and she seemed to be away from the wind.

Woohoo!

The endless red cloud that stretches for thousands of miles, driven by Jiang Xiaorou's action, starts to converge towards the altar of the **** bone. The red cloud sets off a huge red vortex, and the endless barren power converges here, forming a sea of ​​furious energy!

At this moment, Jiang Xiaorou's expression was somber and her whole body's blood seemed to be evoked by the ancient call, becoming more and more hot.

On her forehead, three points of cinnabar shimmered, and above the sky, the red clouds converged to the center, and began to spin and extend toward Jiang Xiaorou. From a distance, the entire sky canopy looks like a huge funnel.

Jiang Xiaorou sings the ancient scriptures of the Shuang tribe. The syllables of these scriptures have condensed into bright red characters and flowed around. The totem at the end of the bone stick in her hands also seems to live.

Finally, the red clouds in the sky hang down on Jiang Xiaorou's nagging body. The beautiful and small shadows are swallowed up by endless blood, and the vast Aura that fills the sky and the earth changes with it. Here it comes.

The beasts around the Altar of the God Bone couldn't help lowering their already crumbling bodies, seemingly afraid of this huge power.

Hong Yun is getting more and more fierce. The figure standing by Jiang Xiaorou is weak and slender like a feather.

Overwhelmed by the endless barren power, Jiang Xiaorou's gaze was very calm.

At this moment, what she thinks about is not the desert, the ancient blood that is about to wake up, but the bits and pieces of her past.

In the past, she was just a poor young girl in the cloud shortage. She worked hard every day and often stayed up all night. Even so, she was worried about food.

The days of such suffering seem unbearable, but when I look back, I have a little bit of happiness ...

At that time, Yi Yun was all she had, a spiritual sustenance to live.

She is happy for Yi Yun's growth, and very happy for Yi Yun to become a member of Jin Longwei.

I originally thought that she would be a happy and ordinary woman in her life, watching her brother become famous and silently taking care of him. But she didn't want her fate to be so bizarre, she would one day stand on this altar, surrounded by endless beasts, to carry a mission so strange to her ...

She gained supremacy, but this was not what she wanted.

Now standing on this altar, she only feels an indescribable loneliness ...

...... (To be continued.) 8