True Martial World

As Jiang Xiaoru stepped on the altar of the gods step by step, a red line appeared in the distant sky. Then, the red clouds rolled in and the sky above the earth was dyed into a **** red color. ([[

The red cloud hangs down, just as the sky is about to smash down the thick plasma to the ground.

On the land of God, there is a woman of great brilliance, watching this scene far away.

The woman's appearance is a bit like Jiang Xiaorou, but she is less childish than Jiang Xiaorou, and she is a bit more mature and charming.

She looked at every movement of Jiang Xiaorou, and her mind was not easy.

They are abandoning the endless years, they have been carrying the mission of belonging to the abandonment. From ancient times to now, their blood is slowly weakening.

Now, they have little power.

The kings of the past dynasties must be recognized by the altar of the gods and bones, and awaken ancient blood on the altar.

However, not every generation of the king of the wild can be awakened to success. In the history of the aristocracy, there have been cases of the lack of the king.

Moreover, even if you wake up, there are degrees of initial awakening, deep awakening, and perfect awakening, and the gap is huge.

As time goes by, perhaps because of the passing of the power of the gods and bones, the ridiculous kings of the past tens of thousands of years have become fewer and fewer people who can deeply awaken the ancient blood.

In the eyes of this fascinating woman, thousands of years ago, she once deeply awakened the ancient blood. She ruled the aristocracy, not only powerful, but also a vain, is a generation of wise king.

However, twenty years ago, she had a big change, which caused her to be hit hard and her blood was damaged.

Although she is still strong, her blood damage makes it difficult for her to drive the Holy Spirit, which is crucial for the abandon.

In this turbulent world, the lack of the Holy Spirit of the abandon, the inheritance of their abandonment may be destroyed.

Let Jiang Xiaorou set foot on the altar of the bones under the age of twenty, trying to awaken the blood, which has never happened in the last few million years.

Jiang Xiaorou's age is too small to complete such a ceremony, but she has to do it because... they have no time.

"Mother, are you worried?"

At the woman's side, a Tsing Yi teenager said respectfully, this boy was the shepherd boy who saved the Yi Yun in the early days.

The woman nodded slightly and sighed: "Worry... also distressed, and she was separated from me since she was a child. She grew up alone in the cloud, suffered from human suffering, and finally reunited with me. I can’t give her too much. More love, but let her go to the altar of God and bear the mission of my abandon..."

"The child is very special. Even if she is young, she may be recognized by the Holy Spirit and become a real wild king... just... her inner suffering makes me difficult to let go."

After listening to the woman’s words, the shepherd boy hesitated a little and thought about the words and said: “The niece, the young man’s daring words, the boy named Yi Yun, should always be remembered by the young master... because he is separated from him, let The Lord has lost some smiles..."

"Yi Yun..." The woman took a deep breath, but shook her head slightly. "In the past few years, I also know some of his actions. If he is just a mediocre person, he will be reunited with him in the abandonment of the abandoned and soft children. This is not a thing in the pool. Don't expect him to stay in the abandonment of Anan, and in the future, he will certainly stir up the situation. I foresee that if Joer has too much negotiation with him, it may attract disaster."

"I was bent on my own way and I suffered a loss. This is what I am worried about. Some things, even if I deliberately avoid it, I can’t escape..."

When the woman spoke, a sigh of sigh, and at this time, Jiang Xiaorou had already reached the top of the altar of God.

She raised her hand and held the totem stick. She lifted it up high and the wide sleeves fell down, revealing the arms of Jiang Xiaorou and white porcelain. Under the backdrop of the red clouds, it was particularly eye-catching.

Oh...

Between the heavens and the earth, the wind swelled.

Jiang Xiaorou's long and red robes were swept by the wind, and a breath of sorrow and sorrow was instantly spread throughout the land.

All the wild animals, when the breath came down, shivered slightly, they seemed to have some feelings, and they looked up and looked at the altar of the bones.

The wind is getting louder and louder, more and more loud, and the wind is thunder!

The red clouds also roll with the wind, such as the tides.

In this gust of wind, the woman who stood alone on the high altar, danced in the cloak behind her, and pointed her hand to the sky, seemingly to go to the clouds.

Hey!

The endless red clouds stretched for thousands of miles, driven by Jiang Xiaorou's movements, began to gather at the altar of the bones of the gods. The red clouds set off a huge red vortex, and the endless power of the wild gathered together to form the sea of ​​energy of fury!

At this moment, Jiang Xiaorou's look is solemn, and her whole body's blood seems to have been called by the ancients, becoming more and more hot.

Above her forehead, three cinnabars shimmered in the low light, above the sky, the red clouds gathered in the center, began to rotate and extended to Jiang Xiaorou, far away, the entire sky is like a huge funnel.

Jiang Xiaorou sang the ancient scriptures of the abbots. The syllables of these verses turned into a bright red character and flowed around. The totem at the end of the bone stick in her hand seemed to survive.

Finally, the red clouds in the sky hang down on the body of Jiang Xiaorou. The beautiful and small shadows are swallowed up by the endless blood, and the scent of the sky filled with the heavens and the earth changes. A murderous sigh suddenly comes.

The beasts around the altar of the bones of God, can not help but lower their original body, seemingly afraid of this huge force.

The red cloud is getting more and more fierce, and Jiang Xiaorou stands in it. It is as soft as a feather.

Enshrined by the endless power of the wild, Jiang Xiaorou's eyes are very calm.

At this moment, what she thought in her mind was not the abandonment, not the ancient blood that was about to awaken, but the bits and pieces of her past.

Once, she was in the middle of the cloud, just a poor girl, working hard every day, often all night long, even so, she has to worry about food.

The days of such suffering seem to be unbearable, but in retrospect, there is a bit of happiness...

At that time, Yi Yun was everything for her, and she was the spiritual sustenance of living.

She is happy for the growth of Yi Yun and is very happy for Yi Yun to become a member of Jinlongwei.

Originally thought that her life will be a happy and ordinary woman, watching his brother become famous, and taking care of him silently. But I don’t want the fate to be so bizarre. She will stand on this altar one day, in the encirclement of the endless wild animals, to carry a mission that is so strange to her...

She has achieved supremacy, but this is not what she wants.

Standing on this altar now, she only felt an indescribable loneliness...

... (to be continued.) 8