More than three hundred tribesmen gathered in a large circle, chanting ancient mantras in their mouths, and Mu Qing was also one of them.

The old shaman held an ebony staff and chanted loudly, like a bell, and beside him was Adong holding the baby girl. Adong is like a stagnant water. Originally, this whole clan blood cultivation ceremony, Atul should be standing by his side.

With the old shaman's long roar to the sky, the audience fell silent.

The old shaman stood in front of him with the ebony staff, glanced at Ah Dong, and said, "Let's start!"

Ah Dong hugged the baby girl and walked to his parents first. The two old men each took out a dagger and slashed their fingers, and a drop of sperm blood dripped out and fell into the baby girl's mouth.

The baby girl had big eyes, much like Atul. After the two drops of essence blood were entered, a flower suddenly bloomed on the little face that was originally a little frightened.

These two drops of essence blood were not ordinary essence blood, but the purest origin essence blood, and in the process of chanting the ancient incantation just now, this origin essence blood would condense on the fingertips of the fingers.

Atul told Mu Qing that as soon as the baby of the Holy Clan monk is born, there will be a "blood cultivation ceremony", although the baby does not know the cultivation method, but the innate holy qi in the body will refine the essence blood in the entrance by itself, and integrate it with the physical body, no matter how long it takes in the future, or whether things are wrong or wrong, this child can instinctively recognize the person who gave him a drop of essence blood at that time.

"Blood nourishment" can strengthen the baby's physical body as soon as it is born, and the more blood it gets, the stronger the baby's physical body will be. Originally, Atul had no parents, and the children could get less blood support than their grandfather and grandmother, but when Ah Dong got the title of "Balon", the old shaman would help his two children organize this "whole clan blood raising gift".

When he said this, Atul's face was full of excitement and happiness.

......

Ah Dong hugged the baby girl, and the second one came to Mu Qing, looked down at Mu Qing's eyes and said: "Atul believes in you, you didn't disappoint her, you have Atul's essence and blood in your body, I hope my child also has you in his body." ”

As he spoke, he lowered his body and hugged the baby girl in front of Mu Qing.

Mu Qing poked out his index finger and scratched it with the nail of his thumb, and a drop of origin essence blood oozed out. Suddenly, he said, "What's the name of this kid?"

Ah Dong said: "Her name is Atul!"

Mu Qing's chest was like being slammed by a sledgehammer, her eyes couldn't help but moisten, watching the pretty baby girl with a ruddy face eat a drop of her own blood, and said with pity on her face: "Little guy, your name is Atul, my name is Mu Qing, you have to remember!"

......

It's night.

Mu Qing was invited to the old shaman's wooden house.

The old shaman sat cross-legged on a leather blanket, with his ebony staff beside him, as well as several knives, sword-like magic weapons, and a storage bracelet, which were the trophies of last night.

The old shaman stared at Mu Qing for a long time, and then slowly spoke: "Mu Qing, where are you from, what is the purpose of coming to our tribe?"

Mu Qing took two steps forward, sat down opposite the old shaman, took one of the old shaman's hands with the etiquette of the blood clan, and put his forehead on it, before saying, "Master Shaman, please don't ask." You just need to know that I am a member of the Blood Clan, a member of the Clan, and I have only one purpose, which is to avenge Atul!"

"Revenge?"

The old shaman was a little surprised by Mu Qing's statement.

For countless years, the Soul Clan has slaughtered the Blood Clan and devoured the origin of the Divine Soul, which can be described as full of bones. Once, there were people who resisted, but no one really succeeded. Over time, being slaughtered by the Soul Clan became a "matter of course".

Words like "resistance" and "revenge" have not appeared in the old shaman's heart for a long time.

Now, the strongest means for the blood clan to protect the clan and fight against the soul clan is that some of the big blood tribes get together and huddle together for warmth, but in this way, the goal is also big, and it is impossible to avoid the soul clan, and when the hunt of the soul clan comes, these big tribes will choose some clansmen and send them directly to the soul clan as blood food, just like an offering.

The old shaman also wanted to join the alliance of these tribes, but he didn't want to lose any of his people, so he took the whole tribe to the mountains.

......

"How do you want to get revenge?" The old shaman's eyes were a puddle of stagnant water. Atul's death hit him hard. Although Mu Qing's strength last night shocked him, he didn't believe that Mu Qing had the ability to avenge Atul.

"Kill their Holy King!" Mu Qing's words were crisp.

The old shaman's shoulders shook slightly, and he said after a moment: "Little guy, I don't know what special skills you have as an alien, but ...... I'm going to tell you, that Saint King of the Soul Clan is immortal!"

"Immortal, what are you kidding!" Mu Qing said contemptuously.

The old shaman shook his head and continued: "Our blood clan has a long lifespan, and our holy king can get the selfless blood dedication of the clansmen, even so, the one with the highest longevity only lived for more than five thousand years, but, according to legend, the current holy king of the soul clan has survived for millions of years, and since he took over as the holy king of the soul clan, he has never changed people!"

"What! millions of years? How is this possible?" Mu Qing exclaimed.

The old shaman said, "Yes, I also think it is impossible, but it is true. Let me tell you, although the soul clan can increase its longevity by devouring the origin of the divine soul, there is also a limit, generally it will not exceed the longevity of 10,000 years, and beyond this age, it will not become a ...... to devour the origin of the divine soul However, that Soul Clan Saint King ......"

As he spoke, the old shaman seemed to suddenly remember something, and a faint look of fear welled up on his face, and he paused for a long time before he said, "That holy king will appear once every thousand years, and the last time he appeared was about six hundred years ago, and I saw him with my own eyes...... He said it himself, 'In a thousand years, we will see you again!'"

"Have you seen him, what kind of person is he?" Mu Qing said.

Hearing Mu Qing's question, for some reason, the old shaman suddenly looked at Mu Qing in a daze, and a little light rose in his eyes!

"How many horns does he have on his head, and how long are they?" Mu Qing asked.

The old shaman shook his head stupidly, and said tremblingly: "He...... He has no horns...... He was wrapped in a faint black light, and his face was not clear! What could be seen was ...... He had three heads and six arms...... His, his skin...... His skin is the same as yours!"

Mu Qing smiled secretly in her heart: Three heads and six arms! Are you telling mythological stories? How is it possible?!

The skin is the same as mine?

Could it be that he is also a Terran monk?

If so, then where did he come from? From the Holy Pagoda of the Flood Desolation?

But Talingke said......

As soon as Mu Qing thought of this, a thunder exploded in his mind!

No! I misunderstood!

The meaning of Taling's words at the time was not clear!

What he said was that "the Holy Tower has appeared countless times, and there are countless wonderful and decisive people who have entered the tower to hunt for treasures, but only three can climb the ninth floor and come out alive."

Yes, he didn't say that those who went up to the ninth floor and didn't come out must be dead!

If there is a person, thousands of years ago, when the Holy Tower was in the world, he reached the ninth floor, and also reached this ancient holy law realm, and then ...... He didn't die, he didn't go out......

If you live until now, according to the speed of time flow in the Spirit Realm, the Holy Tower, and the Ancient Saint Law Realm, it will really be thousands of years......

A human monk who has lived for thousands of years!?

Like an old monster!

He also became the Holy King of the Soul Clan?

He also cultivated three heads and six arms!

Who is it!?