Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

"Boy, you are a little too arrogant. I just hope that after you take a breath, you won't cry and beg for a happy death!"

The gray-robed old man sneered cruelly. He threw the skull upwards and activated his spiritual thoughts. The blood-red skull grew in the wind and turned into the size of a small mountain.

Click, click, click! Then it seemed to come to life, and the big mouth couldn't stop biting, making an irritating sound of teeth and bones rubbing and hitting.

Black smoke was coming out of six holes.

"Jia Jiuyi, what kind of sacrifice did you catch, and you called us here in such a hurry!"

"It's the scent of blood ointment. It's strong and strong. There are actually seven martial saints here. What kind of bad luck did you have?"

The dark wind in the canyon stirred up the stench and boiled, and seven figures in different clothes landed one after another.

Some are elegant, some are majestic, some are slovenly... They all have different appearance and clothes, but they all have a sinister and strange aura.

Looking at Yingshan Xiong, Yingshan Elephant and the others, it was like a hungry wolf meeting a lamb.

"The goods are good, but we encountered a stupid and tough guy!"

The old man in gray robe snorted coldly.

"I just said that you are usually so stingy, how could you think of us at this time!"

"Hehe, but we helped you solve the problem. You won't be able to get any of the seven top-quality blood ointments!"

The seven evil cultivators of the Sacrifice Alliance mocked and laughed, and some even felt a little gloating when they saw the gray-robed old Taoist's bleeding arm.

But no matter what, he didn't take Jiang Li seriously.

"As long as you can kill this kid, I will share all the sacrifices hidden in my granary with you!"

The old man in gray robe smiled and walked backwards slowly.

Although he had a brief exchange with Jiang Li, he was unable to find out the other party's details.

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

"Then let's go together. There are ten sacrifice heads in my dojo that are being bled. It won't be fresh if it's too late!"

The seven evil cultivators from the Sacrifice Alliance nodded, smiling playfully, but they exploded with all their strength almost at the same moment.

In an instant, the ghost wind howled, all kinds of darkness, coldness, blood, murder, injustice...all kinds of negative auras burst out and filled the valley.

It's like thousands of ghosts have descended, and there are also blood mist, black mist, poisonous mist... all kinds of things are blocking the spiritual thoughts, spirit, and sensory exploration.

With a breath, they all covered Jiang Li.

Ying Shan Xiong, Ying Shan Xiang and other local barbarian martial saints felt that their blood had become cold in an instant.

The majestic masculinity of blood in their holy bodies cannot withstand these auras for even a moment.

Even before contact, he was completely frozen.

"Secret Bronze Technique, Shattering Cloud Heavenly Way!"

Jiang Li narrowed his eyes slightly. This was the first time since he entered the practice that he felt such an evil and strange fighting atmosphere.

But the human immortal blood energy gathered between his palms. He took one step forward and slapped forward violently. The pure, pure, holy and divine blood energy suddenly exploded, turning into a giant palm filled with gold in the blood.

The attributes of the giant palm are blazing, and there is even more light bursting out.

Wherever it passes, like lava hitting ice mist, all the various spiritual and magical killing moves released by the seven ghosts are evaporated and incinerated.

In the eyes of Yingshan Xiong and others, there was just a flash in front of them, and all the terrifying momentum caused by the evil cultivator before was completely dissipated without a trace.

"Oh!"

The seven evil cultivators screamed, their chests groaned, and they retreated in embarrassment. All had bleeding eyes, ears, and noses.

The thousands of divine thoughts that had just been sacrificed were all burned, and everyone suffered a lot of losses.

"Jia Jiuyi, who did you offend?"

"I should have known that this blood ointment is not easy to earn, and I will lose it!"

The evil cultivators turned pale and looked very embarrassed.

The situation at this moment was obviously beyond their expectations.

Everyone has lost thousands of spiritual thoughts, and even ten blood ointments cannot make up for it.

Several of the evil cultivators saw that the momentum was not right, so they turned around and ran away.

"Qingcang strikes!"

However, how could Jiang Li let them leave? He held his hands empty and raised them violently. Several large, simple spears full of ancient aura were condensed and flew out in an instant.

The spear is as powerful as a dragon, carrying the power of five thunders. The dragon roars and thunders, and the lightning surges.

With a single breath, he directly penetrated the body of the evil cultivator who was flying up. The power of divine thoughts flew out from the zhenqi spear, and together with the power of the five thunders, it crashed into the evil cultivator's mind and entered the Yin God.

The five thunders were extinguished, and all the Yin gods were blown to pieces. They separated into pieces of spiritual thoughts, hurriedly escaped from the physical body, and fled in all directions.

However, Jiang Li stretched out his hand to grab it, and the power of the golden page spread, rolling up all the thoughts of fleeing, instantly erasing all consciousness, and storing them all inside the page.

Seven people who helped the evil cultivators were killed at the same time.

"What luck!"

The old man in gray robe hid far away, but was not affected. Seeing that the situation was not good, he flew up and fled hundreds of miles away.

"Roar"

However, a gap opened in the void, and a Suan Ni fire beast covered in flames rushed out with its fangs and claws, knocking over the gray-robed old man with one head.

Then the fire beast Suanni rolled in mid-air and turned into a rope covered with fine scales, tying him up in circles and dragging him back to the valley.

"Magic weapon transforms into spirit!"

The gray-robed old Taoist's pupils shrank and he was shocked. He looked at Jiang Li with even more awe, lying on the ground begging for mercy and struggling desperately.

"Can we still recruit evil cultivators to help us fight?"

Jiang Li ignored the grey-robed old Taoist's plea, and his fist spirit was like a sword, which penetrated directly into the old Taoist's mind and pierced his Yinshen.

"Oh!"

The old Taoist rolled around in agony and screamed: "I can't scream anymore. I'm familiar with a few fellow Taoists from the alliance here. If you're further away, others won't come even if they see the black crow sending messages!" "

"Then what's the point of keeping you?"

Jiang Li frowned and directly activated his fist spirit to completely kill the old Taoist Yin Shen.

The sealing formation on the mountain wall in the valley was also unlocked, and thousands of barbarian people walked out in surprise.

These people, all from the five barbarian branches, looked at Jiang Li and his party in fear and awe, without the slightest feeling or extravagant hope of being rescued.

Jiang Li looked unfamiliar, and at first glance he seemed to be from Zhong, Liang and other states.

Although Ying Xiangxiong and Yingshan Xiang were barbarians, An Mang was covered in heavy armor at the moment and could not see their appearance. They were both powerful masters at the martial saint level.

As soon as they took action, they killed the incarnated demon that even the five barbarian kings could not resist. How could they come specifically to rescue them?

Maybe, like those demons, they would rob them to use as consumables for cultivating magic weapons.

"Masters of Middle-earth, we are all a small tribe of barbarians nearby. We were captured by this ancient cultivator. I hope you will let us live!" The people of the five branches of the barbarians fell to their knees one after another, kowtowing and begging for mercy. .

"Don't worry, the king will not do anything to you. I am here just to save you from bad luck."

Yingshan Xiong shouted in barbarian language: "So that you can know that the king is from Mangzhou. You should have heard his name, Qilinzi Jiang Li, the lord of Mangzhou and Liangzhou!"

He immediately took off his headgear together with the six Tuman martial saints, revealing his true appearance and said: "And we are originally from the Tuman Yingshan tribe!"

"An Mang King Jiang Li!"

"I've heard of this name. The surrounding armies highly respect him and admire him endlessly. They say he is the God of War in the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

"Yingshan Xiong? You are Yingshan Xiong!"

The barbarian people then raised their heads and looked at the few people suspiciously, but suddenly a tall, burly, bronze-skinned barbarian man stood up in surprise, passed through the kneeling crowd, and rushed to Yingshan Xiong.

"Mao Long, why are you here?"

When Ying Shanxiong saw this man, he was surprised and happy: "You were chosen by the Barbarian King to become a barbarian centurion. If you don't serve under the Barbarian King, how could you come to the barbarian border!"

"Yingshan Xiong, the Barbarian King has been killed!"

When Xia Long heard this, his expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly started crying loudly.

Among the people kneeling behind them, many barbarian people also began to cry silently.

"The Barbarian King has fallen!"

Ying Shanxiong and others were all shocked.

"More than half a year ago, those ancient cultivator demons came, rushed into the barbarian tribes, massacred them, and used the lives of tribesmen as sacrifices to restore their strength and awaken their magical weapons. I don't know how many tribesmen died miserably!"

Tuman Gaolong cried: "The Barbarian King was furious and refused the order of the ancient cultivators to force the Barbarian King to serve for him. He led thousands of warriors from the royal family to fight the ancient cultivators. However, the ancient cultivators killed all the Tuman warriors and the ancient cultivators with just one move. The Barbarian King was directly refined, and we didn’t even recover the Barbarian King’s bones!”

He is two meters tall, extremely majestic, and has a high level of martial arts. But at this moment, he is crying like a frightened child.

"Ancient tribe!"

Ying Shanxiong and other barbarian martial saints clenched their fists tightly, and blood flowed from the gaps between their fingers.

Although the Yingshan tribe was framed by Huo Man and the young clan leader Ying Shanxiang was captured, the Man King did not help and seemed very indifferent.

But after all, he is the king of the barbarians, symbolizing the power and majesty of the barbarians. He has a group of warriors under him, and he is the pride of the barbarians. He is a truly powerful warrior who is not afraid of death or injury.

Now that they are all being killed by the ancient cultivators, how can they not be angry?

"Nowadays, all the tribes of the barbarians are withering away, and the population has been reduced by almost half. Like the fallen leaves on the trees in autumn, they will die at any time!
"So the clan elder ordered us to come out and go to the tribes in Manzhou to find castes with the blood of the Tuman King, select powerful warriors, and elect a new Tuman King."

Mao Long wiped his tears and continued: "I came here this time to find you, Ying Shanbei. You are one of the seven major surnames with the blood of the Tuman King, and you are also qualified to run!"

"Xiao Long, the Yingshan tribe has moved to Anmang City, and we have also joined the service of the Lord. We will not participate in the competition of the Tuman King!" Yingshan Xiong refused directly.

"Yingshan Xiong, I know that your Yingshan tribe is resentful of the indifference towards the Barbarian King, but after all, you belong to the seven major clans and have the qualifications to compete for the Tuman King.

"He's out of fear and precaution. It's not that he really doesn't want to save you. Once Ying Shanbe is in a life-or-death crisis, the Barbarian King will definitely take action!"

When Gao Long heard this, he was very anxious. Ying Shanxiong and others were all promoted to martial saints. There were not many barbarians with such power.

Especially Ying Shanxiang, he is not only the leader of the Yingshan tribe, he is very young, he is still a teenager, and his potential is unimaginable.

It is very likely that he can break through and become a human immortal, reappearing the style of Tu Zulong and Wuwei in the medieval times.

He is almost the most suitable candidate to inherit the Tuman throne.

"Xiao Long, it's useless to talk more!"

However, Ying Shanxiong just shook his head. At this time, among the kneeling barbarian people around him, some highly respected old men also stood up.

They did not dare to approach Jiang Li, but approached Ying Shanxiong and others and carefully asked where they were going.

"The Lord rescued you without any extravagant expectation of reward. You can just leave on your own!" Ying Shanxiong waved his hand.

"Master Yingshan, we dare not leave. These ancient cultivator demons are dead, and new demons will soon occupy this place!"

"Yes, there is no ancient cultivator demon in Manzhou now!"

These old men were the leaders and elders of various tribes, and they all looked troubled. They didn't know where to go, and the way forward was bleak.

In fact, not only the Tubarbarians, but also the barbarian kings of the other four barbarian tribes met a bad end.

Some were seriously injured, some were made prisoners, and the various barbarian tribes had long since lost the guidance of their totems.

"My lord, today's barbarian state is experiencing constant disasters and the ancient cultivators are cruel and unscrupulous. We need a strong leader to lead the way, or the best time to take control of this state!"

Ying Shanxiang looked at the thousands of barbarians and couldn't bear it. After thinking for a long time, he mustered up the courage to come to Jiang Li and whisper advice.

"Ying Shanxiang, do you want to become the king of the five barbarians?"

Jiang Li has been observing the behavior of the barbarians in the valley and the barbarian martial saints such as Yingshan Xiong.

He is bound to win the barbarian state.

But he cannot be the person to control and lead the barbarian states.

His current level of cultivation has reached the limit of this world. Only by jumping out of here can he obtain stronger opportunities for growth.

The reason why he has been silent is actually because he is waiting for who among the seven martial saints in Yingshan can assume the consciousness and qualifications to control the five barbarians.

"The King of the Five Barbarians?"

Ying Shanxiang was shocked when he heard this and was very surprised.

"The current and ancient times are turbulent. Although I have the power to wipe out the Manzhou, I cannot stay here permanently. The five barbarians in the Manzhou need a strong and responsible leader to lead them through the catastrophes of the past and present!"

Jiang Li looked at Yingshan Xiang with a solemn expression, and said: "The five barbarians can no longer work independently. Only by reuniting can we reappear the Ancestral Dragon and the Five Guards. Are you willing and dare to take on this responsibility?"

"Lord, I..."

Ying Shanxiang was stunned. He had never thought about this before.

Practicing hard, protecting his people, avenging his father, and being loyal to the Lord are the entire meaning of his existence.

As for the King of Five Barbarians?

He had never even thought about the position of Tuman King.

But as the Lord said, the five barbarians can no longer divide and fight against each other, and they can't fight each other.

Turning around and looking at the frightened barbarian people in the valley who didn't know the way forward, he lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. Suddenly he clenched his fists and raised his head solemnly: "Your Majesty, should Shanxiang be willing to take on this responsibility? I have been doing this since I was a child. I have seen countless tragedies caused by the internal fighting among the five barbarians, and the barbarian people suffered deeply.

"If the Lord trusts me, Ying Shanxiang is willing to take charge of the barbarian state and control the five barbarians for the Lord to send and call, and I will not hesitate to die!"

"very good!"

Jiang Li nodded happily, this former barbarian child had finally grown up.

"Ying Shanxiang, in that case, you should start from now on!"

With a thought in Jiang Li's mind, six lines of true energy transformed into shapes and flew down, and ten more bronze puppets flew out.

"They are temporarily under your command. Let me see if you are qualified to control the barbarian states!" (End of Chapter)