Outside the tent.

All the primitive people looked at it respectfully, silently looking at the felt tent, with endless piety in their eyes.

Only the old priest leaned on a cane and stood with the real person Meng Yu, looking at the felt tent with excitement and joy.

And the real Meng Yu is...

Confused!

He still doesn't seem to understand what all this is going on?

He had never heard of this desolate prairie before, but he and Ye Wuque went forward together, and suddenly encountered such a situation.

"So, do you think... Your lord has some kind of... relationship with your great envoy?"

Real Man Meng Yu asked the old priest beside him hesitantly.

When the old priest heard the words, there was a solemn expression on his thin and black face: "This is... blood connection!"

"This is a call from the bloodline!"

"This is also the call of the blood of the great saint! Calling his descendants to come to the pilgrimage! Just like in the past, long years ago, the great saint returned from the far end and passed through here. At that time, my tribe was suffering from extinction. !"

"It was the great saint who came to help and removed the calamity of my tribe, allowing my tribe to survive in despair and mourning, and recuperate!"

"The great saint is the supreme benefactor of my tribe!"

The old priest was impassioned, his face flushed with excitement.

Real Meng Yu blinked his eyes, but he didn't care in his heart. Isn't this an ordinary life-saving grace?

Does it need to be so exaggerated?

and many more!

But suddenly, the real person Meng Yu seemed to realize something, his eyes suddenly became round, and he said incredulously: "You mean that this great saint didn't pass here when he was advancing like us, but passed by here when he turned back?"

"He returned from the end of the road to the God of Heaven??!"

Meng Yu's face was full of horror, and the waves burst in his heart!

The Road to Heaven and Gods!

The ten levels of Taoism, this is the first part, after this, there are more terrifying areas, until the deepest.

A creature that can successfully return from the depths of the Heavenly Desolate Road to the Gods, how terrifying is that? ?

Doesn't that mean that the "great saint" in the mouth of this old man has successfully walked the road of heaven and gods and retreated completely? ?

Meng Yu's body trembled slightly!

"Of course!"

The old priest on the side spoke proudly, as if he was honored.

Mengyu Zhenren, who didn't take this tribe in his eyes at all, blinked at this moment, realizing that he seemed to have underestimated this tribe?

His eyes hurriedly looked in all directions, and carefully looked at the young men of this tribe, as if they wanted to find something to brag about, but when he looked at it, he was suddenly a little shocked!

"Old sacrificial priest, these young men of your tribe have such strong blood energy! The blood energy in this body is like the rising sun, it's unbelievable! I'm afraid it can be unfavorable in battle!"

As soon as these words came out, the old priest suddenly showed a smug look: "Where! This is also the blessing of my tribe, and the young people in the tribe are born like this, full of blood, vigorous and fiery, and we are here in this wild grassland. The foundation of a foothold.”

Meng Yu is even more incredible!

Innate vitality?

What kind of talent is this?

Could it be that the ancestors of this tribe once produced some remarkable characters? Only in the power of blood will leave such a gift that can be called a treasure.

"My tribe's innate blood power has even been praised by a great saint!"

The old priest became more and more glorious.

"Later, in order to commemorate the great grace of the great saint, we specially cast an icon for the great saint!"

"And the great angel also left a generous blessing in the icon."

"I once said that if there are outstanding geniuses in my tribe, you can go to the statue to get the blessing of the great saint, and then go further and strengthen yourself!"

"Oh, it's a pity that for a long time, there have been geniuses in every generation in my tribe, but none of them are eligible to receive the blessing of the great saint!"

"The blessed power of the great saint cannot tolerate any contamination!"

The old priest's expression suddenly became stubborn and firm.

"If the young and middle-aged people in my tribe can't meet the blessing conditions, even our standards, how can they be eligible to receive the blessing of the great angel's power?"

After these words fell, Meng Yu Zhenren was also stunned, and said with some hesitation: "Old sacrificial priest, is it possible that over the years, none of the noble tribes have met the conditions?"

"No."

"Then, any of the great blessings of your tribe have been stored in that... statue? Never been used?"

"If you are not qualified enough, how can you be worthy?" The old priest's expression became solemn and firm.

"The blessing power of the great saint must not be entrusted to the mediocre people! The great icon, day and night, for generations to receive our devout worship is already our greatest glory!"

Real Man Meng Yu: ".."

The real Meng Yu couldn't help but complain!

He only felt that the old priest in front of him, and the entire tribe, were... fools!

"Idiot! Such tyrannical blessing power is not used, it is only used for worship? Primitives are primitives! No brains! It's just a waste of time!"

"Power is only useful if it is attributed to the individual himself!"

"What a bunch of idiots..."

Real Meng Yu mocked and sneered in his heart, feeling even more pity.

He really couldn't understand, and he looked down on the so-called worship and sacrifice of these primitive tribes.

This is the power of a terrifying and stunning creature who has cleared the path of the Heavenly Desolate Taoist God, and then has successfully retreated from the body!

However, on the surface of Meng Yu's real person, there is still a solemn meaning of recognition and admiration.

But he was a little scared again in his heart!

The terrifying creatures who are worshipped by this primitive tribe and pass the road of the gods and gods!

It's even possible to have a... blood relationship with this guy? ?

Isn't it the same line? ?

The real Meng Yu suddenly looked at the needle felt again, and his heart was trembling!

Could it be that the ancestors came first!

Invincible!

And now future generations come too!

Also want... invincibility? ?

But it seems not so simple!

After all, the past, present, and future are all in one, the time line is messed up, and many things are not clear at all.

Inside the needle felt.

It was dead silence.

Only the icon of Ye Langya opened his eyes, staring at Ye Wuque, his eyes seemed to come back to life, indifferent and domineering.

Ye Wuque stood still, his eyes were equally cold and terrifying, and looked at the statue of Ye Langya.

But in the next moment, a strange and indifferent young man's voice sounded!

with some kind of echo.

It seems to be rippling from an unknown time and space, and it is loud enough to shock the hearts of infinite creatures.

"Black Sun Tribe, is there finally a decent genius?"

The moment he heard this voice, Ye Wuque's eyes seemed to have a sharp edge flashing away!

Is this the voice of one of the Ye clan's sons, "Ye Langya" when he grows up?

Ye Wuque's eyes and the eyes of the "Ye Langya" statue still looked at each other, as if they were staring at each other.

But at the moment when their eyes met, Ye Wuque already understood.

The statue in front of him is indeed "Ye Langya", of course, it is not really "Ye Langya".

To be precise, "Ye Langya" should have left an ordinary soul imprint on it.

It will only be triggered when the conditions are met.

The triggering performance is the manifestation of the statue's "open eyes".

And this trigger condition, through the voice of the soul on the statue at this moment, Ye Wuque has already understood.

The former "Ye Langya" seemed to be gracious to this primitive tribe. The tribe cast a statue to commemorate him, and "Ye Langya" left a soul imprint on the statue.

Leaving a little bit of power similar to "Blessing".

But it's just a soul imprint, and it doesn't inject its own id will, just like a passively triggered ban, like a puppet without intelligence.

How much power can the body have?

After figuring out all this, to be honest, Ye Wuque was a little... disappointed!

I thought!

Finally, I can see the true face of this "Ye's son", and measure the strength and level of the other party when they set foot on the road of heaven and god.

The result is this result.

"The power he left behind regarded me as a genius who met the blessing conditions of this primitive tribe, so I was inspired..."

Ye Wuque was expressionless, the disappointment in his eyes slowly disappeared, and he became calm again.

If he was really a genius of the Black Sun tribe, he should have been extremely excited at this time, and he would have stepped forward and accepted the blessing of "Ye Langya".

But how could Ye Wuque be like this?

He just glanced at "Ye Langya"'s opened eyes again indifferently, then stopped staying and was about to leave.

As for why he didn't destroy the "Ye Langya" statue to vent his anger?

Because Ye Wuque is simply... disdainful.

But at the moment when Ye Wuque turned around!

The power left by "Ye Langya" seemed to sense that the person who came was about to leave, a hidden mechanism was suddenly activated, and a strange ancient mysterious wave suddenly erupted!

I saw a splendid beam of light suddenly refracted from the eyes opened by "Ye Langya", and instantly enveloped Ye Wuque's back. At the same time, the strange and indifferent young man's voice sounded again, as if shaking the past and the future, revealing An unquestionable domineering!

"My power!"

"Irresistible!"