Knock knock!

The earth-shattering drum sounded nine times in succession, representing the meaning of bowing to the sky!

The noisy crowd was silent in unison, and for a moment they looked at the tall altar in the central square of the polder city.

On the steps of the hundred-zhang high altar, hundreds of beautiful women dressed in silver-white leather armor held solemn sacrificial bone soldiers, solemnly and respectfully half-kneeling.

Four women in white cloaks placed all kinds of extremely precious treasures on the top of the altar, and the strange incense candles that burned slowly rose in smoke, as if they were drawn into the depths of the endless void, connecting something.

"Sacrifice"

The high-pitched and loud triumphant song of sacrifice flowed over the polder city under the passionate and wild percussion instruments and war dances.

"The Wind Blows"

Groups of male warriors of the Aoi Water Tribe, dressed in fur skirts, danced back and forth around the huge bonfire.

It is as if you have returned to the wilderness of ancient times, where a group of newly civilized savages are celebrating the arrival of a big day.

Whew!

As the sacrifice began, an invisible wind blew and swirled over the polder.

Everyone stared with bated breath, their faces solemn and slightly lowered their heads, silently chanting something.

"Card"

Suddenly, an old woman at the top shouted an ancient language, and the wind froze, and then became more real.

"The inheritor is on stage!"

Then, a woman from the Aoi Shui tribe wearing a luxurious silver-white feather robe, escorted by eight women, walked to the top of the altar step by step.

This process was long and tedious, and the distance that was originally one step away had to be completed at the pace of mortals.

Because, the innate prayer is to pray in the humblest posture!

Whining!

The wind, which had been soft, grew stronger as the noble woman began to walk towards the top of the altar, and continued to whistle with her steps.

"This breath"

In the crowd, Li Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.

Even from a great distance, he could clearly see that the noble woman was Li Xin, but what he noticed was not this woman, but the wind whistling over the polder!

Cultivating to the current realm, especially the martial arts realm, which far surpassed his own cultivation, under the induction of the powerful divine soul, he sensed an unimaginable aura enveloping him.

Enveloping everyone, to be exact!

There is even a feeling that even the old monsters of Wuzun who are on the altar and even in the surrounding crowd are all shrouded in this aura.

It's just that too few people are aware of this breath, and out of these millions of people, at most one percent is good.

Because, if the realm is not reached, you can't feel the existence of this breath at all.

"Could it be that the old ghost of the barbarian god is still alive?"

For the barbarian god who was revered as a god, Li Chen had no reverence at all.

After all, from the bottom of his heart, he didn't think that he was a barbarian, and he was not born and raised here, so he didn't have a sense of belonging.

"That's not right!"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Li Chen's brows furrowed tightly, "If what is recorded in that star chart is correct, the barbarian god died for the purpose of cutting down the sky, as his descendant, how can the barbarian race have a reason to sacrifice to the sky?"

According to his knowledge, the barbarians were one of the few races that disrespected heaven and earth, because their ancestor barbarian god fell in the battle of the heavens.

How can such a people bow down to heaven?

Even if it's a sacrifice, it's a sacrifice to the barbarian gods?

What's more, this sacrificial ceremony was originally a saint who was chosen to serve the barbarian gods!

"If"

Ruling out this possibility, Li Chen's heart was shocked, and once again he thought of an idea that even he had been pressing in his heart, "If the barbarian god is the sky, and the barbarian god is the heaven of the wasteland, and even the heaven of all the barbarian people, then this sacrifice is logical!"

You don't need to look at it, and the solemn aura coming from around you can be speculated that these barbarian people, even after countless years, definitely have an almost blind worship of the barbarian gods who cut down the sky in ancient times.

It's just that Li Chen doesn't have a sense of belonging in his heart, so he can't feel the thoughts that a true barbarian should have!

"What a terrible guy, even if he dies for countless years, he can affect future generations, I have to say this guy"

Li Chen sighed with emotion, and couldn't help but have a trace of awe of the barbarian god back then, but then his heart tightened, and he silently lowered his head to look at the dantian, and involuntarily had a thought in his heart, "Could it be that the barbarian god also took this road back then?"

Thinking of this possibility, Li Chen couldn't help but look up at the sky, his heart was full of deep shock, if the idea in his heart was true, although he was not the first person to take this road, but at least it confirmed that this road was really feasible.

"Anyway, when I step out of Xuantian, I may have the opportunity to find the footprints of the battle of Heaven Cutting back then!"

Silently made a decision, Li Chen took his thoughts.

He didn't even form a sea of stars, and the breakthrough he prepared was just what he thought, and whether he could complete it or not was another matter, but if he really succeeded in breaking through, it would be the biggest sublimation on his way to martial arts!

He is fully confident in this!

Because, looking at the various materials and information obtained in the Xuantian or the Wasteland, no one has ever done such a crazy thing!

Now, he vaguely guessed that the strong barbarian god countless years ago might have done it, which made him more confident that his decision was correct.

Just as Li Chen was pondering, Li Xin slowly walked to the top of the altar, and under the auspices of the four Kuishui Clan Martial Venerable Old Monsters, he began another set of tedious prayer rituals.

No one felt impatient, no one would urge, quietly waiting for the divine moment to come.

Airplanes!

After three hours passed, Li Xin leaned down to worship the sky, muttering ancient sacrificial incantations in his mouth, and the originally invisible and agitating wind suddenly turned into a glow and began to slowly condense.

"Barbarian God"

Everyone was excited and shouted!

Even the other powerhouses of the main clan standing around the altar also bent their backs deeply at this time and bowed to this light.

To be exact, it is not to worship the light, but to worship the meaning of the barbarian god represented by this light!

A majestic aura that was condensed to the extreme diffused, and even a martial artist who could not cultivate to a slightly weaker realm also felt a coercion that had existed since ancient times!

"This breath is not owned by the barbarian gods!"

At the moment when everyone bowed deeply, no one noticed that Li Chen was still standing on the corner of the street, with a shocked face.

Because, he had felt the breath of the barbarian god in the star map, and this breath came from the place where the barbarian star field was destroyed.

At the beginning, the reason why he asked if there was a place where there was a mountain in the wasteland was precisely because the Star Continent, which was finally swallowed, made him suspect that it was the current wasteland.

"Nothing else"

Breathing a little heavily, Li Chen felt a huge conspiracy envelop the entire Wasteland, deceiving all the barbarian creatures of the Wasteland.

"The existence of such a world-destroying ability is by no means something I can guess now, now, only improving my strength is the right way!"

For a long time, Li Chen suppressed the shock in his heart.

Because he knows very well that with his weak strength, in the eyes of that waiting for the zài, he is not even an ant, so how can he guess the zài?