Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 41
After thousands of fabrications by Qing Ling, her technique became more proficient, and her hand speed became faster and faster. When the three elements were combined, the ten fingers flipped up and down and interlaced, and a puppet villain would move alive.

These [-] giant puppets were named by him as the Three Elements Legion. In the era of the prosperity of Immortal Dao in the future, they would be the Three Elements Dao Soldiers, made of three elements of water, earth, and wood.

The small puppets are used for investigation. He only refined more than [-] pieces, roughly covering the land of the ten clans around Xishan. Of course, these small puppets cannot be used to monitor and spy on Venerable Jinxian, but they are used to scout a wide range of various clans. Absolutely enough for the migration group.

One big and one small, scouts, and main combat soldiers are all there, but the commander-in-chief is missing.

Thinking of this, Qing Ling turned to look at the twelve figures who were sleeping in the Lingtan.

In the slightly blurred vision under the clear water of the pool, there are eleven tall giants sleeping at the bottom of the lake, like terrifying giant beasts, giving people a sense of oppression.

As for the No. 12 figure, it is You, a stand-in puppet.

After tens of thousands of years of cultivation, the spirituality of these puppets has improved slightly, but there is still a long way to go.However, the improvement of strength is relatively fast. The eleven aura puppets already have the strength of the sky. To improve so fast.

Qingling stretched out his hand to move, and he took out the Dinghai Shenzhu and put it in his sleeve. This was one of the reasons why Granny Hua Geng let him go out.

Coincidentally, his Xuantian vine hadn't devoured vitality for a long time.

Qingling walked out of Baichun Valley, got up and flew straight up, heading towards the square on the top of Xishan Cliff.Xishan does not allow the clansmen to fly on Taichong Peak, in order to show respect for Xishan's ancestral land.

But only Venerable Golden Immortals and some special positions can exempt from this prohibition.

Obviously, Qingling, who is the holy son of the clan, is one of them.

When he arrived at the top of Xishan Mountain, there were already crowds of people standing in the square. They were all standing together, chatting with acquaintances, or standing alone on the edge with their eyes closed. It's different, it's impossible for all clansmen to be warm and cheerful, so are they still cold-blooded snakes?
But today's clan gatherings are much better than they used to be. At the very least, it doesn't look like a mixture of people and snakes anymore.The people here are all Tian Tier clansmen, clansmen who have been completely transformed and have been educated by the clan.

Compared with the last Yuanhui, there were more than [-] sparse heavenly ranks, and the scene of snake people all over the ground was more civilized.

Qing Ling flew down and landed on the altar on the top of the mountain, standing high in front of everyone, the mountain wind was blowing slowly, blowing the green robe and rolling, and the silk and satin flying behind her, her handsome face was like a spring in March, bright and bright.

"See Holy Son!"

As soon as Qing Lingfang appeared, more than [-] clansmen below all looked solemn, bowed down respectfully, and saluted.

The scene of more than two hundred people saluting at the same time is still very spectacular, especially standing on a high place and looking down, this feeling of looking down at her as if controlling all living beings is actually for Qing Ling
Not bad.

Qingling smiled softly: "You clansmen are very polite, get up quickly."

A large group of people below got up just now, but they still stood upright, their faces solemn and solemn, without the slightest sloppy look just now.

Qingling couldn't help admiring in his heart, the clan's education has really become a system, and the Xishan Snake Clan is really becoming more and more powerful.

However, he also discovered a very embarrassing thing.

That is nothing to say.

He stood alone on the altar in the position of the Holy Son, and the positions of the higher patriarch behind him and the rest of the elders beside him were all empty.

The more than two hundred people below were all looking straight ahead. Although due to the height problem, they did not look at each other, but Qing Ling didn't know what to say when he faced more than 200 people who stood respectfully and waited for a lecture. what.

He is neither the patriarch nor the elder of the patriarch, he is just a holy son. He has been in seclusion for many years and he is not very clear about the division of things in the clan, so Qing Ling silently stood on the high platform. There are a million bits of embarrassment.

Qingling finally knew that no matter what the occasion, those big bosses were always the last to arrive.The feeling of arriving early is very uncomfortable, although many people want to experience this feeling of being above power.

And when his soul swiped at the people below, he discovered that Xishan had developed so rapidly in recent years, and there were more than two hundred people in the Tianjie in front of him alone.

And that's not all of them, because the Ki guy wasn't there.

Among these clansmen, there are many new faces and few old faces. The new ones replace the old ones, renewing from generation to generation.Among them, there are more than a dozen tribesmen who seem to have very good foundations, and even a few tribesmen who have completed the heavenly ranks, all of whom have a certain possibility of stepping into the realm of the golden immortal.

However, just as he was looking at these tribesmen, Yuanshen suddenly heard many voices.

"Wow, is this the Holy Son? He has no airs at all, and he came earlier than the clan elders."

"Why doesn't the Holy Son speak? Are you worried that we won't listen to him?"

"Son...."

A young man next to the girl suddenly interrupted her through voice transmission: "Hey, are you annoying? We talk through voice transmission, maybe the Holy Son will hear it."

"Ah? This,, is it possible? After all, although the Holy Son is honorable, he is only in the middle stage of the heavenly rank, and his realm is not much different. There should be no golden immortal soul who can see through our sound transmission." The girl said dubiously through the sound transmission.

"That's right, Shengzi really can't hear it. But Shengzi is really the most handsome snake in the clan, and probably the most beautiful. I saw that idiot next to our cave used to face the statue of Shengzi at the turn of spring." Smirking, I also deliberately saved the statue of the Son of God with a photo stone, and never took it off with me. I also heard that..."

Standing on the high platform, Qing Ling was stunned, speechless. He really wanted to say "Who told you I couldn't hear you?" very. . .

In front of Qingling's powerful Yuanshen, who is comparable to the Venerable Jinxian, these voice transmissions are almost as if they are speaking directly in his ear as long as they concentrate a little bit, and there is no concealment at all.

Most of the other clansmen below also communicated in pairs.

"The Holy Son has been in seclusion for 5 years, why is he still in the middle stage of the heavenly rank?"

"Who knows, only the elders of the clan may know. Maybe the mana cultivated by the Holy Son was used to lead us to the spring order, so it took so long to practice and still be a heavenly rank."

"Oh, let me tell you. It turns out that the big and small Chunxu are all the Holy Son who spent his mana to bless us Xishan. The Holy Son really deserves to be our Xishan Spring God."

The more these two young people chatted, the respect for Qing Ling in their eyes became stronger, and their straight waists became even straighter.

"Hey, so this is our Holy Son? It's the first time I've seen a real Holy Son when I stepped into the heavenly ranks! It's even more beautiful than the statue of Xishan Spring God every 5000 years in spring. "

"That's right, every 800 years in the spring, and every 5000 years in the spring, even my grandma worships Xishan every time the spring comes. My grandma said that this is the gift and blessing of the gods, and it is the hope of countless spirit snakes in Xishan .”

"That's right, when my grandma knew that I could go up to Mount Xi after breaking through the heavenly ranks, she asked me to say hello to the Holy Son when I saw him, and told me to take it back and put it in the cave for her if I could get a piece of love." Let’s make offerings. But I dare not go up to ask for it because of the family rules in the square.”

. . . . . .

The more Qingling heard it, the more surprised he was. He didn't expect that he had such a high status among these new generation of heavenly clansmen.It seems that there is a small spring every 800 years, and a big spring every 5000 years. In the future, we must use more snacks and do our best.

Just when Qingling was thinking about when the elders of the clan would come, several escaping lights suddenly flew out from under Xishan Mountain, passed over the heads of the crowd, and landed beside Qingling.

All kinds of light dispersed, and the position of the patriarch on the high platform showed Granny Hua Geng holding the patriarch's authority of the Ten Thousand Snakes Black Scepter. Beside him appeared in turn the Venerable Yu, Du, Li, and Chili.

The "secret" sound transmissions below disappeared instantly, and they all said in unison: "Greetings to the patriarch, and all the elders."

Granny Hua Geng stood at the top, raised her hand and smiled lightly, "Get up, everyone."

After everyone got up, she smiled and said: "The clan has not held a clan meeting for a long time, and we are calling everyone here today to discuss important matters in Xishan according to the clan rules.

The next Ten Thousand Beasts War is approaching, and my Xishan clan has grown to this day, and its strength far exceeds the combined efforts of the surrounding small clans, so everyone has great expectations for this Ten Thousand Beasts War!
but"

When Grandma Hua Geng changed her words, the hearts of everyone in the clan were moved by it, and they even sank a little, fearing that something unexpected might happen.

Hua Geng glanced at the people below, and said with a smile: "But, before the battle of the beasts, there is an even bigger good thing in the clan!"

The hearts of all the clansmen were relieved, and they couldn't help but sigh.

Hua Geng said: "Before the catastrophe of the ancient beasts, I, Xishan, was the 36th among the 36 caves in the prehistoric land. , Xishan was directly destroyed, falling from the innate to the latter, the aura was greatly reduced, and he fell out of the [-] caves.

Even so, Xishan's spiritual veins are the most aura-rich among all the surrounding clans except the Shang clan.

But in the end, it is still the spiritual land of the day after tomorrow. As our clan grows stronger, the Xishan spiritual vein may one day be unable to carry more clansmen to practice.

Not yet, but maybe in the future.

Therefore, I discussed with the four clan elders and decided to return the Xishan Spirit Vein to the Innate Spiritual Land, so that the spiritual energy in Xishan Mountain will follow itself and draw the Innate Spiritual Energy into it. , the richness of the aura will be greatly increased, and then,,, the benefits of Xishan will be for you, so there is no need to say more. "

As soon as this remark came out, everyone below was extremely excited. Cultivating in the congenital spiritual land is far faster than cultivating on ordinary spiritual veins, and it will help to break through the golden immortals to a certain extent, and can better comprehend the laws of heaven and earth. Innate meaning.

Even Qing Ling was astonished, she didn't expect Granny Hua Geng to have such a means to restore her innate spirit.It turns out that Xishan used to be 36 caves, no wonder there are three lines of spiritual things gathered in his Baichun Valley.

It seems that he needs to use the Dinghai Shenzhu in his hand, as well as other innate spiritual objects in the clan, to promote Xishan!

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