Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

"Don't worry, Lord, I will prove everything to you!"

Ying Shanxiang nodded. He stood up and looked at the Six Paths of True Qi and the ten bronze puppets beside him. A surge of pride and confidence emerged in his heart.

"Uncle Xiong, I have something to tell you!"

Although Yingshan Xiang is half a rank lower than Yingshan Xiong in the Anmang heavy armor army, he is the leader of the Yingshan tribe.

"Please give me the clan leader's orders!"

Ying Shan Xiong, Ying Shan Bao and other local barbarian martial saints had already seen the scene just now. At this time, they all looked solemn and bowed to Ying Shan Xiang.

Jiang Li's actions just now showed a gesture.

"The six of you, each follow a line of true energy to transform, and follow the breath of the seven ancient evil cultivators to find the lair to rescue the captive barbarians. If they are willing to accept the protection of the Lord and me, they can come."

"At the same time, send a message to all the barbarian tribes in this area. Troubled times are coming. If the five barbarian tribes want to survive, they must not waste time fighting among themselves. If there are tribes willing to put aside their past grudges, they can be accepted. The Lord can guarantee their safety!"

"..."

Ying Shanxiang remained calm and passed on the orders one after another.

He was familiar with various military classics in Anmang City, especially the Military Sacred Volume written by Jiang Li. He read and thought about it and gained quite a lot of experience.

In addition, commanding the heavy armor in Anmang City gave him the aura of a powerful person at such a young age.

"Uncle Gaolong, can you tell me and the Lord about the current situation of the Tuman King's tribe?"

Yingshan Xiong and the other six people followed the true energy into form and left. Yingshan Xiang invited the barbarian centurion Gao Long to sit on the ground and humbly ask for advice.

"The Tuman King suffered heavy losses. Almost all of them were captured by the ancient cultivator. Only a few elders and dozens of warriors managed to escape!"

When Gao Long saw that Ying Shanxiang was interested in fighting for the Tuman throne, he was determined and respectfully informed the barbarians of everything.

In order to continue the vitality of the barbarians and fight against the ancient cultivators, the few surviving elders of the king's tribe are sending the remaining warriors of the king's tribe to contact all the native barbarian tribes in Manzhou, intending to elect a new native barbarian king in the shortest possible time.

Then, together with the barbarian kings of the other four branches of the barbarian tribe, they went to the ancestral tomb of the barbarian tribe, worked together to open the ancestral cave, took out the bloodline of the barbarian god and the clan-suppressing artifact, and made a final stand.

"Ying Shanxiang, not only I, the Tubarbarian, but the other four barbarians are also doing the same thing. As you said, the five barbarians can no longer continue to fight among themselves!"

Xia Long sighed deeply, his eyes full of awe, and he secretly looked at Jiang Li, who was sitting cross-legged in the corner not far away.

The name of King Anmang resounds throughout the four regions of the Nine Provinces, even in remote barbarian states, many people have heard of it.

If the Tuman tribe could gain its protection, they might be able to unify the five barbarians!
In the next three to five days, barbarian tribes migrated over one after another, and they all gathered around Yingshan Xiang and set up camp.

The barbarians living in this area have had deep hatred for each other for a long time. However, due to the threat of life and death, they can only put aside their grudges and live together for the time being.

But hostility can be seen everywhere.

Ying Shanxiang knew that this change in status would not happen overnight, so he was not too worried.

In addition to arranging and dealing with various matters between tribes every day, he would come to Jiang Li more often to receive inheritance and practice.

The barbarians are martial, and only the strongest can succeed to the throne of the barbarians.

At any time, the seven branches of barbarians are eligible to challenge the Tubarbarian King.

Rumble

In a cave, a sound like thunder kept sounding.

The Yingshan elephant sits cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed, as heavy as a sculpture.

Thunderous sounds erupted from his body, and in his blood vessels, the hot holy blood surged and impacted, like a waterfall falling from the sky, constantly washing away his body.

There was even a bronze fragment suppressing the top of his head, and the fluctuations of the spiritual brand were emitted, forming a series of illusions in his mind, trapping his spirit, and fighting desperately in it.

"Kill, kill all the ancient cultivators!"

I don't know how long it took, but Ying Shanxiang suddenly shouted loudly and was freed from the illusion. He gasped for air and sweated like rain.

After a long time, the shock in his eyes slowly subsided.

"My lord, Ying Shanxiang is stupid and has not been able to break through the spiritual realm of a high-level martial saint so far!"

Ying Shanxiang looked ashamed and looked at the figure in front of him, feeling guilty.

During these five days, he received training from Jiang Li, took countless precious medicines, and was even tempered by Jiang Li's true energy.

The realm of the physical body increased rapidly, comparable to that of a high-level martial saint.

But his spiritual realm can only break through to the intermediate level of martial saint.

Although it has been less than two months since he was promoted to Martial Saint, it is not unpleasant.

But compared to Jiang Li's vigorous cultivation of him, it does seem inferior.

"It doesn't matter, with your current level, it should be enough to compete for the throne among the Tuman clan!"

Jiang Li's voice was gentle: "Put away the bronze fragments carefully. It can help you speed up your martial arts realm and strive to improve further before the competition for the Tuman throne!"

"Lord, are you leaving?"

Ying Shanxiang was a little reluctant to give up.

"The Ancient God Tower has arrived in Manzhou for five days, and it may be opened at any time. It's time for me to go to the place where the God Tower has arrived and wait!"

Jiang Li nodded.

In the past few days, in addition to teaching Ying Shanxiang how to practice, he was also seizing all the time to practice and improve.

The realm of Qi pulse has also been cultivated to the peak of the six fatal transformations.

The weather in Manzhou was somewhat different from the states Jiang Li had visited before.

While he was practicing, he could feel a very special energy and aura surging under the earth.

This kind of energy is simple and heavy, contains deep majesty, and is full of vitality. It circulates everywhere in Manzhou with a special law and trajectory.

Jiang Li felt a subtle feeling in his heart, as if this land was alive, as if he had fallen into some kind of sleep-like state and could wake up and stand up at any time.

It's a pity that his Qi realm is still not advanced enough to continue to capture the secrets that may be hidden deep in the ground.

And the Ancient God Tower is about to open, so we can no longer waste time.

"The start of the competition ceremony for the Tuman Throne coincides with the opening of the Ancient God Tower. Almost all the ancient tribesmen in Manzhou will enter the God Tower to explore and seize opportunities. Nothing major will happen.

"Once the trial of the Ancient God Tower is over, I will contact you as soon as possible, and the true energy will take shape and enter the tower with me. You must be careful!"

Jiang Li warned, and then walked out of the cave. The fat old man was already waiting outside.

The two set off immediately and moved forward at full speed, but in just a moment they arrived at the place where the ancient divine tower descended.

In the sky above the clouds, a huge gray-white ancient tower had passed through the boundary between heaven and earth, entered the world of Kyushu, and landed in the glazed pillar of light that reached the sky.

Although it is suspended in the sky, it seems to be only an arm's length away from the mountains below.

The heavy energy spreads around, and within a thousand miles, all kinds of animals and birds instinctively migrate to stay away.

Around the tower, in the sky and on the ground, nearly a thousand mysterious figures of Qi machines stand scattered and far away from each other.

More than 90% of them are from the Suspension Ancient Clan.

And the vast majority of people either hide their aura, cover their appearance, or are easily disfigured and shrouded in mist, and do not show their true identity to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Xuanwu Xuanwu, what kind of method are you doing? How come in an instant, the original aura and aura became completely different!"

The fat old man was surprised. He and Jiang Li were still a hundred miles away in the first step, but when they landed on a hill near the divine tower, Jiang Li's aura suddenly changed.

The whole process takes almost no time.

Even his body shape has changed.

Both of them were wearing large black cloaks at the moment, giving them a mysterious and eerie feeling, but against the backdrop of the similarly dressed people around them, it didn't look out of place.

Although the fat old man has an immortal body and no corresponding realm, he is a very special existence in his own right. He has no soul and aura, so he cannot be recognized by others.

It has been five or six days since the Divine Tower entered the world of Kyushu, but until now, figures are still arriving.

Huhuhu

Thousands of miles away, the clouds surged in the sky, and several golden chariots came through the sky with great momentum, attracting the attention of many powerful people present.

"Emperor Pan's chariot?"

"It's so powerful. I thought some medieval holy land was coming, but it turned out to be the Great Zhou of the Sima clan!"

"Hmph, there was only one imperial city left in the land of three states, with a population of one million, and quite a lot of ostentation!"

Cynicism and sarcasm sounded from time to time.

Several chariots approached, the stream of light receded, and the momentum was indeed extraordinary.

Each chariot is ten feet in size, shining with golden light, and has a Nine Nether Flame Bird dragging in front of it.

Some ancient tribesmen showed strange eyes and were very interested in these chariots.

This object is the royal magic weapon of the last great Emperor Pan in Kyushu. It originally had one hundred and eight chariots.

It is divided into three levels: royal chariot, flying chariot and walking chariot.

Among them, the Imperial Chariot is Pan’s most important item, containing the secret realm of the thousand worlds, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands miles.

It can absorb Yuan Qi from the void, drive the imperial chariot, and travel through the nine heavens.

The flying chariot is used by the generals and ministers under Pan's command. The space is dozens of miles in size, including pavilions, flower ponds and pavilions, just like a royal garden.

The chariot that landed here at this moment was a traveling chariot. It was originally used by Pandi's soldiers, and its internal space was only a few hundred square meters.

Although there is a driving array and it can travel through the clouds and sky, due to the lack of primeval stones in the ancient and modern world, it can only be dragged by strange beasts like the Nine Nether Flame Sparrow.

The carriage door opened, and some figures stepped out one after another. Their energy was suddenly released, which made many ancient tribes present flash their eyes and be surprised.

These people's auras and auras are extremely powerful, and almost all of them are intermediate-level human immortals, four-evil ghost immortals, or above.

"Xuyue Sect, Tiangong Island, Fujiamen, Xuanfengzhai..."

"Yunzhou Ancient Clan? How did they get together with Dazhou?"

"Yunzhou was occupied by Beimang and the Shen clan. These people had no choice but to defect to the Great Zhou!"

"A bunch of useless things, insulting the majesty of my ancient clan!"

The ancient Jiuzhou tribes present were astonished and spoke out one after another, angrily denounced and slandered them, and regarded the return of the Yunzhou ancient tribe to the Great Zhou Dynasty as a shame for the medieval lineage.

As for the powerful ancient tribesmen in Yunzhou, although their expressions were slightly stiff, they could only grit their teeth and face the taunts and taunts from the ancient tribes in various states.

"Humph!"

A cold snort also sounded at this moment, and the overbearing and powerful fist spirit was like the sea of ​​stars in the universe, vast and boundless, shaking the world.

Surrounded by the Yunzhou ancient clan, Jiang Shirong stepped out wearing black horned bone armor. In his narrow eyes, thousands of weapon formations were running at the same time, and the rolling killing machines were crisscrossing. Under his glance, the ancient clans from all states were all distracted. Report and keep silent.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Jiang Shirong stood in this world, it seemed as if the whole world was leaning towards him.

All kinds of energy, charm, and aura... all converge on him, forming an invisible force that increases divine power and surges in combat power.

Although Jiang Li was dozens of miles away from Jiang Shirong, he clearly noticed that the moment Jiang Shirong appeared in Manzhou, some unknown aura suddenly surged under the earth and naturally moved closer to him.

Even some of the luck floating between heaven and earth in Manzhou began to drift towards Jiang Shirong.

This gave Jiang Li a feeling that Jiang Shirong seemed to be the lord of Manzhou.

It is Manzhou Tiandi’s own choice and tendency.

"The bond between Jiang Shirong and the land of Manzhou is so deep!"

Jiang Li was surprised, and felt very urgent pressure in his heart.

He secretly made up his mind that Jiang Shirong could not be allowed to control this state no matter what.

Afterwards, Jiang Li looked at the yellow-robed child floating next to Jiang Shirong, and guessed his identity with just one glance.

This is the little prince Sima Xuan born to Lu Qinyu, the Holy Lady of Taishangdao and Imperial Concubine Chen.

When this child was still conceived in his mother's body, Lu Qinyu had taken the Wuji Golden Pill to create an almost perfect physical foundation for him.

At this time, it seems that his Taoist realm is not low.

"Lu Qinyu seems to be very disgusted with this child and never wants to mention it. She doesn't know what secrets he hides!" Jiang Li secretly paid attention.

And not long after Jiang Shirong and Sima Xuan appeared, the northern cloud sky began to throb again.

But dozens of three-meter-tall, two-winged gods wearing golden armor flew over tens of thousands of miles and hurriedly arrived.

Their appearance together brought a strong sense of oppression to all the ancient tribes present.

These mysterious and powerful ethnic groups whose origins are mysterious and unknown are by no means any ancient race known to the ancient people.

If such a powerful race of creatures existed in the Middle Ages, how could there be a place for the human race to establish itself.

With the powerful appearance of the two forces of Great Zhou and God Clan, the surrounding atmosphere became somewhat subtle.

The passage of time has slowed down a lot.

boom

A few hours later, the ancient divine tower in the glazed pillar of light finally trembled. Streams of light were projected from the tower and fell into the surrounding void, turning into nine-color vortexes.

"The Ancient God Tower can be entered!"

"Without further ado, let's go in quickly!"

All the powerful men present immediately took off and flew towards the teleportation vortex closest to them.

Jiang Shirong and Sima Xuan also led a group of ancient tribes and rushed into the sacred tower.

On the other hand, the dozens of so-called gods that arrived at the end remained suspended, as if waiting for something.

"Senior, let's enter the tower too!"

Jiang Li didn't want to conflict with these protoss now. Seeing that all the powerful people around him were basically gone, he flew towards a nine-color vortex with the fat old man.

"Your Majesty!"

And just when he was about to rush into the whirlpool, a gap suddenly opened in the void near the Gods, and two figures were immediately seen walking out of it.

One of them is a tall protoss with four wings, and its momentum is obviously much stronger than that of the two-winged protoss.

The other figure was a half-male, half-female monster. (End of chapter)