Chapter 1060

There is no doubt about him. The great sacrifice to Si Shouyuan is almost well known. After it came out, tianwai civilization was thinking.

It would be terrible for a semi venerable to strike hard. They would rather wait for a period of time and gather more powerful forces to prepare to go to the barbarian tribe again.

The higher Lord's will has been issued to clean up the wasteland battlefield step by step and lay a base for extraterrestrial civilization. More and more powerful people have come to the wasteland battlefield from the channel and are ready to launch this war, which is open to the past and close to the present.

The storm is about to shake, and the crisis is gradually invading the nine day world. Those outer civilizations should seek real transcendence.

The nine day world is full of tension. This is no longer a famine. The strong are scarce. Counting the hidden Lord, there will never be more than 20. How to fight with the outer civilization.

One month later, this sacrifice finally came to the barbarians.

Barbarian tribes, the sky and the earth are covered with a layer of dark clouds, and scattered hexagonal snowflakes fall from the sky and the earth. Each snowflake contains great cold power. If the emperor warrior is not prepared, the cold will soak into his body and become an ice sculpture that will not melt for thousands of years.

In the temple square of the barbarians, all the barbarians above the holy emperor of the barbarians went out, wearing animal skins and kneeling in front of three statues of barbarian gods.

There are thousands of strong saints and emperors. There are more than 100 barbarians in the imperial territory, and there are more than 10 strong emperors in Guangdao.

This is the details of the barbarians. They have accumulated from generation to generation. When the barbarian God is still alive, the barbarians are more powerful. There are more than five half respects. They are the best among the Terrans.

Among the barbarians, there were three others who stood out from the crowd. They did not kneel or wear animal skins, but bowed slightly to show their respect.

Many barbarians know that it was the arrival of these three people that allowed the barbarians to start the sacrifice. They are very grateful for their pure kindness. They brought the barbarian God news.

The sacrifice is about to begin, and the snowflakes in the sky are getting bigger and bigger, indicating that something is about to happen.

The cold snowflakes hit Sun Yi. The chill that was cold into the bone marrow made him feel very comfortable. His strong physique made him unnecessary to protect his body.

Sun Yi held a raised altar tightly and secretly paid the barbarian sacrifice.

Soon, three people stepped out of the temple, and the strong smell showed that they were all half worshippers.

That Tuoba Feng has successfully broken through the half statue. When the high priest dies, he will be the new high priest to convey the will of the barbarian God.

Tuobafeng and Zhan manbanzun did not step on the altar, but stood under the altar.

The high priest stepped on the altar. He was dressed in a fine Khaki robe and neatly packed. Even the stench on his body was covered up by a precious spice.

This was the last sacrifice in his life and the most important sacrifice for the barbarians.

The high priest's deep eyes looked up at the sky, as if they could span the distance of time and space.

"Sacrifice!"

The high priest opened his mouth, and the voice spread to the whole barbarian tribe through the avenue.

"Start offering sacrifices!"

Zhan manbanzun stepped into the void, opened his hand, and a storage jade bracelet burst open. One of the wild aliens suddenly appeared in the square and collided with fear and anger.

He waved to make a boundary of space and bound them.

"You can start." Zhan man half said to the high priest.

"Sacrifice blood to the barbarian God!"

Holding the scepter of the barbarian God, the high priest pointed out a deep light into the space, and strands of bright and pure blood were stripped from the bodies of those wild aliens and gathered in a huge tripod on the altar.

The bodies of those wild and alien species also gradually shriveled and were drained of their blood.

"Burn!"

The high priest opened his mouth and asked the Lord Zhanman to burn the bodies of those wild and alien species into fly ash and sprinkle them on the altar.

"Use my energy and spirit to communicate with the supreme barbarian God. Please send down your will and guide me how to stand in this disaster."

The elder, holding the scepter of the barbarian God, madly beat out the essence and spirit in his body. There were hundreds of thousands of Shouyuan left. Now Shouyuan's strength passed out madly. The blood in the tripod was boiling like boiling water and bubbling with bubbles.

As time goes by, the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, and the great elder's strength also stops playing. His back is bent and difficult to straighten.

"This banzun has only one month left to live. I talked to him when I came to the barbarians." The golden book has some feelings.

Years are long, and the most ruthless. What about banzun? If he controls the complete Avenue, he can't resist the passage of years and turn into a dead bone in the end.

"The high priest is communicating with the pretty God with his own energy and spirit. Is the pretty God still alive?"

Sun Yi looked at the high priest and was suspicious. Manshen's arm was found in that strange space. Where did Manshen go and whether he was still in the world.

At this time, the high priest was still presiding over the priest, and those barbarians fell on their limbs and dared not hold their heads up.

"Pretty God, if you can hear your people calling, send down your will."

The high priest struck out the arm of the barbarian God, and the ancient barbarian Qi made the barbarian people more frightened.

A suction force appeared on the arm of the barbarian God, and the blood in the big tripod poured into the arm of the barbarian God like a torrent. With the spirit of the great elder, it grew from dry to full in the blink of an eye, and finally was no different from the ordinary arm.

The man God's arm trembled and communicated with the man God with ancient ideas.

The elder continued to use the power of communication with the staff of the barbarian God, and his face was silent.

Deep in space and time, chaos is not open and thick. There is an ancient existence wrapped by chaotic gas, which contains the idea of life and contains the power of heaven.

The idea of the pretty God's arm crossed the distance of time and space and poured into the chaotic gas.

"It's my broken arm that has been broken for billions of years. It's used by people to communicate with me." An old voice came from inside.

"It's my people. In the past few billion years, has the catastrophe come again? In those billions of years, the power cut my arm, and it took countless billions of years to finally repair it. My cultivation also reached the peak of the third step, but the way of detachment was still so close that it trapped me for endless years.

Killing the prison Lord is also the supreme strong who is about to be detached. If not all the civilizations outside the sky have been detached, how can they be arrogant? "

The voice was talking to himself, but it was the disappeared barbarian God. He felt the call of his people to him and woke up. His deep and boundless eyes crossed the endless distance, and he also understood the crisis and catastrophe that Jiutian was about to face.

"It's time to go back." Pretty God muttered to himself.

There was no time for him to continue to understand that the biggest crisis was coming, and the only opportunity was to hide in the coming world. He believed that other undead masters also smelled the crisis and would gather in the nine day world from the depths of the vast space and time.

Perhaps the nine day world hides a real way of detachment, attracting those alien races to launch terrible wars one after another.