There wasn't a cloud in the sky.
The dry air easily consumes the last trace of moisture extracted from the Yangshui.
The old Yangshui priest stood under a tinder tree and looked at the woman on the stone pillar with an expression of both hope and sorrow.
All those who become descendants of the Yangshui God in this way, regardless of gender, will not have children who are truly their own.
The woman hanging on the stone pillar is the adopted daughter of the old priest.
The child in her belly... came from an accident.
Regardless of whether the child in her belly is lucky enough to become a descendant of the Yangshui God, the woman who carries the mother's body will undoubtedly die.
When the child of the God of Yangshui appears in her belly, the last breath of life that belongs to her will pour back into and feed the child.
Boom!
In the dry sky, thunder suddenly sounded.
The old priest's face showed joy.
It's going to rain!
This is an almost impossible situation in the southern polar regions... The only exception is that the heir of the God of Yangshui is about to be born.
At this moment, a sudden attack, a thin wooden spear, passed through half of the deep forest and shot towards the woman on the stone pillar.
The old priest roared angrily, and the seemingly calm Yang Shui stirred up huge waves.
The ferocious beasts in the river jumped up one after another and actively used their bodies to greet the sharp wooden spears.
The one who controls these wild beasts... is the old priest.
These desolate beasts are not descendants of the God of Yangshui. They swim here to live only because of the existence of Yangshui.
In exchange, they will obey the old priest's instructions.
It's just that the old priest obviously couldn't protect himself at this time.
The shadow beneath his feet suddenly lengthened.
Then he seemed to be controlled by something.
The movements that originally controlled the wild beasts in Yang Shui also became sluggish and stiff.
Wild beasts that move freely without human control will always lack some rules.
Although these wild beasts possess intelligence that is not weaker than humans, they will never think like humans.
Boom!
The world exploded again.
The old priest tried hard to break free. He looked at the sky, waiting for the raindrops to fall.
As long as it rains, this area will become his home court.
He will merge with the mighty Yang Shui into one, completely manifest the Yang Shui divine body, and exert unparalleled power.
Several warriors from surrounding tribes also rushed out.
For them, the sacrifice to the God of Yangshui is also extremely important.
Without Yang Shui, the entire Southern Border will be completely transformed into a land of flames.
Even the descendants of Vulcan cannot survive in such an environment.
They are descendants of Vulcan, not fire elves.
Although the demand for water is not much, it is not unnecessary.
A large number of wooden spears flew over the sky.
Several warriors manifested huge divine bodies, and then stood in front of the sacrificial stone pillars.
Use your own flesh and blood to resist the attack.
It hurts, and it hurts my heart!
The wooden spear contained strong poison, and even a warrior who had cultivated a divine body would find it difficult to resist it.
But to these Vulcan descendant warriors, the most important thing is the woman as a sacrifice and the child in her belly.
At this time, they suddenly realized that all the wooden spears were just a cover-up.
The real killing move is a transparent ice sword hidden in the large number of wooden spears.
At this time, the ice sword was already aimed at the woman's belly.
Before he had time to think about it, a warrior activated his magic, turned into a ball of divine fire, flew in front of the woman, and then blocked the ice sword with his body.
Under the ice sword, the warrior who could transform into divine fire was instantly annihilated of all vitality and dissipated between heaven and earth.
The dark clouds that had finally accumulated in the sky were broken.
A figure strangely differentiated into hundreds of clones, and these numerous clones pointed at a single location at the same time.
Whoosh whoosh!
Bamboo arrows all over the sky flew out from the forest like locusts.
Accurately covers all clones.
A large group of people from the surrounding tribes arrived.
On the surface, they didn't care about this sacrifice, but in fact, they arranged for people to keep an eye on it at all times.
When the old priest saw reinforcements arriving, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
The next moment I felt like the sky was falling and the earth was falling.
It was as if something had grabbed hold of the internal organs in his body.
Then the force shook, and the old priest's internal organs were shattered, and he lost consciousness again.
The clouds in the sky have completely dissipated.
The mighty Yangshui River is quickly becoming shallower and drying up due to the dry air around it.
Without the positioning 'coordinate' of the old priest, the power and physical manifestation of the God of Yangshui in the human world will completely disappear.
The attacker obviously had a plan in advance.
Destroying the sacrifices was just their superficial action.
The real action is to assassinate the old priest and directly cut off the bloodline of the Yangshui God.
At this time, the only hope for all the polar tribes in southern Xinjiang is the unborn child.
Maybe this kid can even attract some rain.
As long as there is a rain... the bloodline of the God of Yangshui will not be cut off.
The mighty Yang Shui will continue to exist in this extremely hot and scorching place.
At this moment, the woman's body suddenly caught fire.
The fierce flames lit her body into a big torch.
"who is it?"
"Incarnate into invisible fire... This is no one else but one of our own!"
"Who did it? Why do you want everyone to die together?" In the forest, a nine-meter-tall giant, covered in red, with a tiger head and a lion's tail, walked out ferociously and crazily.
Wherever he passed, magma surged from the ground. Even the trees that were born in the heat couldn't stand the scorching heat and burned crazily and rapidly.
No one answered the giant's question.
All the descendants of the Vulcan were immersed in grief at this time.
Without Yang Shui, they would have no way to survive.
Perhaps the only way to get out of the pole is to use the blood and lives of the people in exchange for a possible glimmer of hope.
At this moment, there was another explosion in the sky.
Boom!
rain!
The heavy rain suddenly came!
The heavy rain put out some of the heat.
The scorching fire evaporated the rainwater, covering the surroundings with layers of rich fog.
And it was inside the woman's body that was burned to charcoal.
A small hand firmly opened the belly of the mother's corpse, and then walked out of the belly.
He walked to the dry Yangshui River bed, and with every step he took, a spring would burst out.
After he took seven steps, the Yang water that had dried up suddenly reappeared.
"Protect him! Don't let any outsiders get close."
"No...! Wait! I will protect him personally. No one is allowed to come, otherwise I will burn him to death." The nine-meter-tall giant walked to the child's side. Although his body was burning with fire, he stood in the sun. In the water, water and fire collided, creating an extremely strong energy conflict, but he did not stop.
When he walked to the child, his height had dropped by half a meter.
Look at the child carefully again.
The giant, who was nearly nine meters tall, suddenly let out a surprised exclamation.
