"this!!!"
Looking at the scene in front of them, several people looked at each other with shock on their faces.
There were more and more tribesmen on the distant streets who heard the sound, and they all worshiped towards the temple. There were various faint shouts floating in the air.
"God bless our department!"
"God bless our department!"
"..."
At first, the sound was tinkling like a stream, but as more and more people knelt down to worship, the small streams converged into a mighty river, carrying waves of sound that cut through the night sky and rushed into the ears of several people!
There is a firm belief in this voice!
A kind of anger that has been suppressed for a long time!
A kind of joy of suddenly seeing bright flowers and dark willows at the end of mountains and rivers!
For thousands of years, the Molong Tribe has gone through all kinds of hardships and gradually succeeded in conquering Longquan, swallowing up other tribes, and finally having the qualifications to compete with several top tribes.
It only takes a few hundred more years to settle down, and when a few elders advance further, you can sit back and relax. But he didn't want to be defeated by a suddenly rising tribe in one battle and gradually decline.
Since then, the sphere of influence has been shrinking again and again, until today it has retreated to the desert of the old tribe. It is even worse than before, and can only barely be regarded as a medium-sized tribe.
During this period, the enemy invaded several times, and the tribesmen risked their lives one after another, but they were still attacked by the big city.
If the patriarch hadn't activated the Apocalypse Holy Formation and shot down an elder of the opponent in one fell swoop, the Demonic Dragon Tribe would have lost their home long ago and become a nomadic tribe displaced in the desert!
Fortunately, several major tribes did not know whether they were afraid of the return of the Holy Son or for some other reason, and had been sitting on the sidelines watching the battle without adding insult to injury.
Only then did the Demonic Dragon Tribe avoid being annexed by other tribes and was able to cultivate and recuperate here to this day.
But many humiliations have been weighing on my heart for hundreds of years, but there is nothing I can do.
Now that the Holy Son has suddenly arrived, thousands of people are elated, as if grasping a life-saving straw, hoping that the Holy Son will lead everyone to regain the glory of thousands of years ago!
In their hearts, the Holy Son is a divine being who descends to earth and is omnipotent.
No matter what the realm of the Holy Son is, no matter how powerful the opponent is, the Holy Son can always defeat the enemy!
This is the strongest belief in their hearts!
Sensing the sounds coming from all around, Patriarch Mo showed a trace of emotion on his face, and turned to look at a few people:
"Even they know that the Holy Son is our hope, why are we still suspicious here?"
"Tomorrow I will hand over the sacred objects to the Holy Son!"
"Everything is up to the clan leader's arrangement." Several people said in unison, even the big man who had previously opposed it said no more.
Thousands of miles away, in a desert.
An old man was holding an ancient bronze formation disk. Suddenly the formation disk lit up, and the diamond-shaped copper needles on the disk began to rotate slightly.
The copper needle spun faster and faster, and finally slowly stopped in the northeast direction.
"Hehe! The little thief still showed his traces!" The old man sneered and said while looking at the array that had been silent for more than half a year.
"Even if you escape to the ends of the world, I will still find you!"
Beside him stood a woman and two men respectfully, who were members of the Yuehua Sect.
Because of the good time to escape into the desert, the eldest sister sent a message back to the sect, and the sect leader actually rushed to the Broken Python Mountains in person.
Under the leadership of the sect leader, several people entered the endless desert.
Unexpectedly, the pursuit lasted for more than a year. In the end, after hard work, they found that a good time was coming in their direction.
This discovery made several people ecstatic!
The sect leader rushed forward with a few people, and finally chose a place to set up a formation to ambush. As a result, Liangchen disappeared almost less than a hundred miles away.
Even the spiritual needle couldn't sense it and disappeared out of thin air.
The leader of the Yuehua Sect was furious. At first, he thought he had used a rare magic weapon to temporarily block the mental connection between the treasures. However, after waiting for more than ten days, he still couldn't sense it. Several people immediately started searching around without direction!
Unexpectedly, this disappearance lasted for more than half a year!
Just when a few people were about to exit the desert, the Finger Spirit Array Disk turned again, which made several people overjoyed.
"Let's go!" Yuehua Sect Master ordered, and launched a dark red spirit boat.
"Thankfully I brought this Fire Spirit Boat, otherwise it would be really difficult here!" Yuehua Sect Master thought in his mind and flew up.
The three of them then flew up and jumped onto the spirit boat, only to see the spirit boat disappear into the sky with a flash of red light.
Deep in the desert.
A majestic big city, stretching for hundreds of miles, with seven or eight small cities scattered around the big city, like a circle of pearls, protecting the big city in the middle.
The tallest tower-shaped building in the city is like a straight arrow soaring into the sky.
In a hall at the top of the tower, there were seven people sitting around a long black stone table. They turned out to be the seven most powerful tribal leaders in this endless desert!
In the middle, an old man with a majestic face and a long face glanced around and said loudly:
"I have called everyone here this time. I believe you have already guessed a thing or two. I won't beat around the bush anymore. The Holy Land of Longquan is about to open!"
"ah!!!"
"The Holy Realm opens, and there is another bloody storm!"
"Has another thousand years passed?"
"Oh~ I don't know how many more warriors we will lose!"
"..."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, there was a lot of discussion in the hall.
"According to past rules, the tribe leader must lead the most elite warriors, so please go back and select the most powerful warriors, and work together to protect the Holy Land against foreign invasion!"
"It's a matter of life and death, please don't have any selfish motives!"
"As long as you can successfully fend off the enemy, you can receive the holy water as a reward. I won't go into details about the power of the holy water. So although opening the holy realm is a challenge, it is also an opportunity!"
While the other chapters were discussing, an old man with eagle eyes looked confused and confused.
"Chief Tuntian, where is this Longquan Holy Land? Why have I never heard of it?!"
"Ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha ha!!"
"..."
When the other people heard the sound, they suddenly smiled cheerfully.
"Hmph! What do you mean by this?" The eagle-eyed old man heard everyone's laughter, his eyes narrowed slightly and his face suddenly became unnatural. |
"Clan Chief Fuyun, don't be angry!"
"It has only been a few hundred years since your Fuyun clan got the Longquan lineage. You have never heard of it, so of course it is being cleaned up!"
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