Da Qin: Become stronger and immortal by picking up attributes from the battlefield

Uttarakuru, this desolate place known to the world as the Land of Exile.

If you ask the two tribes trapped in it whether they want to escape, the answer is undoubtedly.

Being exiled to this continent, not only is the path to advancement in cultivation cut off, but even the most basic survival is extremely difficult.

Since the end of the Lich War, countless eons have passed quietly.

The demon race has always been known for its reproductive ability, but even so, there are only more than 40 billion members left today.

From this, it is not difficult to imagine how barren this land is and how harsh the living environment is.

If they had the chance to leave, they would definitely not hesitate or delay at all.

The same is true for the Wu clan.

"Who are you? Why did you break into my Wu tribe?"

A loud shout, like a thunder exploding out of nowhere, broke the tranquility of the tribe.

A powerful witch who was ten thousand feet tall strode forward with steady and powerful steps. He stared at Zhao Feng with eyes full of vigilance and questioning.

This shout, like an invisible command, instantly made the atmosphere in the entire witch tribe tense.

All the members of the Wu Clan became alert in an instant. They raised their heads and cast their eyes towards Zhao Feng who was floating in the air.

There was a flame of hostility burning in everyone's eyes, and their bodies were tense, like arrows about to be shot from a bow, full of vigilance.

Zhao Feng's appearance was too sudden and there was no sign of it.

and!

The aura he exudes is as deep as the ocean, making it difficult to discern his true strength.

however!
How could the witch clan retreat because of the unknown and the powerful?
The warriors of the Wu Clan have always fought against heaven and earth and have never known what fear is. Even if they were exiled to the Northern Continent, their hearts will always burn with fearless blood.

"Compared to the peak period in ancient times, the strength of the Wu clan today has been weakened by more than 99%."

"In the entire clan, there is only one great wizard who has reached the quasi-saint level, and there are less than fifty strong people in the Daluo realm."

"The situation of the demon race is actually not much different."

"In this Uttarakuru, their two tribes have really been tortured to the point of being severely damaged." Zhao Feng thought with some emotion.

However, Zhao Feng did not dwell on these thoughts for too long. He came to his senses and looked down at the witch clan that was gradually gathering below. He changed his mind and did not choose to use the power of Gang Yuan, but directly released his own bloodline power.

In an instant!
A powerful and ancient force spread wildly to the entire Wu tribe with Zhao Feng as the center.

This power is completely different from the ordinary realm power. It comes from the Pangu bloodline power in Zhao Feng's body.

In the eyes of all the Wu clan members, Zhao Feng at this moment was like a suddenly rising sun, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The strong blood pressure was like a mountain pressing down on their heads, leaving them no chance to think or resist.

Under the ruthless suppression of this blood force, the entire Wu tribe suffered an unprecedented shock.

Their faces showed expressions of pain and struggle, and their bodies began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

Starting from the weakest witch clan, one after another, they all knelt down uncontrollably.

There is no way to resist the power of this bloodline in the slightest.

Jiufeng, the great witch of the witch clan, although her strength far exceeded that of anyone else in the witch clan, was unable to resist this blood power. Her body trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

finally.

She had no choice but to succumb to the powerful blood pressure and slowly knelt down.

now.

The way all the witches looked at Zhao Feng had undergone a drastic change.

It was no longer the initial hostility and vigilance, but was filled with shock, awe and confusion.

"How can this be?"

"Such a powerful bloodline power is even stronger than the bloodline of the ancient witch."

Jiufeng stared at Zhao Feng in the void, his face full of shock.

Even though she was a great witch of the witch clan and had experienced countless storms, she was completely confused by this sudden situation.

How could there be a being in this world who possesses such terrifying bloodline power?

Moreover, Jiufeng was very sure that he had never seen the person in front of him before.

At the moment when Zhao Feng displayed the power of his bloodline to the extreme, the Pangu Temple, which exuded endless ancient atmosphere, seemed to be inspired by some mysterious force.

A soft and mysterious halo slowly emerged in the temple, creating ripples.

The halo flashed with strange light, as if inviting Zhao Feng to enter.

"Could it be that the consciousness of the great god Pangu still remains in the Pangu Temple?"

Seeing this change in the temple, Zhao Feng's eyes suddenly lit up and his anticipation was instantly ignited.

immediately.

Zhao Feng's mind moved, and he slowly took back the power of his bloodline.

The overwhelming pressure that was hanging over the entire witch tribe like a dark cloud also quickly dissipated like a tide.

At this moment, the members of the Wu Clan no longer dared to harbor any hostility towards Zhao Feng.

In the traditional concept of the witch tribe, bloodline is respected, and this is a belief that is deeply rooted in their bones.

The blood power displayed by Zhao Feng has surpassed the limits of their cognition and reached the top of the witch clan's bloodline.

In their eyes, Zhao Feng was no longer the strange strong man who suddenly broke in, but a noble being belonging to the same clan as them.

"Everyone, step back!"

Jiufeng came back to his senses from his shock and immediately shouted loudly.

The sound spread.

After hearing Jiufeng's order, the Wu clan members, who had been treating them as if they were facing a great enemy, all put away their hostility.

Although they were still full of doubts in their hearts, they still followed Jiufeng's instructions, slowly retreated, and looked at Zhao Feng with more awe in their eyes.

Zhao Feng showed a faint smile on his face, moved slightly, and landed in front of Pangu Temple.

After displaying the power of his bloodline, Zhao Feng could clearly feel that there seemed to be an invisible force in the temple that responded to him. An unspoken sense of intimacy arose spontaneously, as if this was his home.

"The Great Wu of the Wu Clan, Jiufeng, greets the Ancestral Wu."

Jiufeng walked quickly to Zhao Feng and bowed respectfully to him with an extremely pious attitude.

"I am not the ancestor of your witch clan."

Zhao Feng shook his head in response to the address of Jiufeng, with a gentle smile on his face, and spoke softly.

"Master Zuwu."

"The blood power in you far exceeds that of anyone in the Wu clan. This is absolutely true." Jiufeng raised his head and said respectfully.

"Although I have blood, it is not the blood of the Wu clan, but the blood of Pangu." Zhao Feng said slowly.

"Father...Father God's bloodline?"

When Jiufeng heard this, his expression changed instantly, and his eyes were filled with shock and awe.

"Anyway."

"I have no ill will towards the Wu Clan. On the contrary, I came here to rescue them."

Zhao Feng smiled and spoke bluntly.

"Yes."

Jiufeng didn't say much and nodded in agreement immediately.

Because of the blood power displayed by Zhao Feng, she believed in his words without a doubt.

In the witch clan, blood power is the foundation of everything; this is their belief.

With the powerful strength demonstrated by Zhao Feng, there is no need to deceive them at all.

"Let's go to Pangu Temple and have a look." "I just felt the will of Pangu God."

Zhao Feng turned his head and looked towards Pangu Temple, his eyes flashing with curiosity and anticipation.

The legendary Pangu Temple may have supreme opportunities.

Zhao Feng doesn't want to miss it.

"My lord please."

Jiufeng naturally didn't dare to stop him.

With the blood power displayed by Zhao Feng, no one in the entire witch clan has the ability to stop him.

Under the guidance of Jiufeng, Zhao Feng walked towards Pangu Temple.

Time flies!

Countless years have passed since this temple gave birth to the witch clan in ancient times.

It has changed a lot today compared to the past.

This ancient temple witnessed the birth of the Wu Clan, witnessed the glorious scene when the Wu Clan once ruled the earth, and also experienced the vicissitudes of the Wu Clan from prosperity to decline.

The moment Zhao Feng stepped into the temple, an ancient aura so strong that it was almost tangible hit him in the face.

This breath, carrying the accumulation of years and the weight of history, instantly enveloped Zhao Feng, as if bringing him back to that distant and mysterious era.

Looking up, a tall and majestic statue stands in the center of the temple.

It is the statue of Pangu, the great god who created the world.

only.

The statue only shows his majestic figure holding a huge axe and standing upright, but his face is hidden in the haze and does not show his specific features.

Perhaps, the great god Pangu has transformed himself into all things and is essentially invisible and formless. His dignity surpasses all the gods in the world, and no statue can fully reflect his true appearance.

"Is Pangu's heart still there?"

Zhao Feng looked at Jiufeng and asked.

"As early as the end of the Lich War, the power of Pangu's Heart had been completely consumed." Jiufeng lowered his head slightly, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and said slowly.

If Pangu's heart still had power, his witch clan would not have ended up in the current situation.

"In order to deal with the reincarnation of Hou Tu, the last bit of Pangu's heart was transformed into nourishment for the thirteen witch ancestors."

Jiufeng's voice trembled slightly, as if he was recalling the past, and his heart was still filled with grief.

"That is to say, you gave me the power." Jiu Feng raised his head, his eyes full of self-blame and shame: "But I ultimately disappointed the Ancestral Witches and failed to master the true power of the Ancestral Witches."

Obviously.

In the past, Hou Tu turned into reincarnation, and the Wu clan lost their ancestor witch, so they were unable to set up the Dutian Shensha formation, which was also the reason why the Wu clan was defeated.

"The war between wizards and liches is over." Zhao Feng sighed slightly and said slowly: "After all, I didn't know the destiny and fell into the calculation."

between words.

Zhao Feng didn't say much either.

Instead, he walked towards the statue of Pangu.

"Zhao Feng, descendant of the human race, pays homage to the great god Pangu."

Zhao Feng came before the statue with a solemn expression and bowed directly to it.

now.

Zhao Feng was also extremely pious and respectful.

In terms of the status of gods, Zhao Feng can now be regarded as a top-level god.

But there are few gods who can withstand Zhao Feng's worship.

For Zhao Feng, Pangu is the great god who created the world and the origin of everything.

Naturally, he was full of respect for the great god Pangu.

After all, the great god Pangu opened up the world and created all living things with his own strength.

Moreover, he also established the three paths of heaven, earth and man, and set rules for all things in the world.

If things had developed according to Pangu's idea after he created the world, without the appearance of Hongjun, perhaps Honghuang would have already reached a level above the universe.

But there are no ifs in this world.

Just after Zhao Feng bowed, a magical thing happened again.

A dazzling golden halo suddenly appeared from the statue of Pangu without any warning.

This halo was like a newborn sun, emitting soft yet powerful light, instantly enveloping Zhao Feng's entire body.

Immediately afterwards, wrapped in this golden halo, Zhao Feng's figure was as if pulled by a mysterious force and disappeared directly in this ancient temple.

Jiufeng, who was standing by, witnessed this scene with shock written all over her face. She widened her eyes and stared at the place where Zhao Feng disappeared, full of disbelief.

"This...is this the Father God appearing?"

Jiu Feng muttered to himself, his voice full of shock and surprise.

Ever since the war between wizards and liches in the past, the ancestor wizard was killed, and the statue of Pangu seemed to have lost its spirituality and has been silent ever since.

And now, the statue has shown its power again. Does this mean that the will of the great god Pangu is still protecting the witch clan?

“The Father is still here.”

"He has always been paying attention to my Wu clan."

Jiufeng stared at the statue of Pangu, tears of excitement flashing in his eyes.

times.

A strong belief surged in her heart, as if she saw a ray of light in the darkness.

And this time.

Zhao Feng’s figure has appeared in another mysterious space.

This is a chaotic world, and everything is hazy as far as the eye can see.

The rich atmosphere of chaos, like a thick fog, permeates the entire space, making people feel as if they are in the chaotic state at the beginning of the universe.

In this chaos, a huge heart is quietly suspended in the void.

It emits a faint and mysterious light. Although the light is not dazzling, it gives people an extremely powerful feeling.

It is the heart of Pangu.

However, compared to the glorious past of the Witch Clan, Pangu's Heart has now lost its former majestic power.

Its surface was covered with traces of time and looked extremely weathered. Only the dullness and silence left after the power was exhausted remained, and there was no longer any surge of original power.

"Is this... the space inside the Pangu statue?"

"Pangu's Heart."

Zhao Feng slowly came back to his senses, his eyes fixed on the Pangu Heart in front of him.

Although countless years have passed, Zhao Feng can still deeply feel with just one glance how terrifying and powerful the power that Pangu's Heart once contained was.

That kind of power seems to be able to create the world and all things. It is the most original power in the world.

at this time!

A faint spiritual power slowly emerged from Pangu's heart like a silk thread.

Immediately afterwards, an illusory and tall figure gradually appeared in front of Zhao Feng under the condensation of spiritual power.

Even though countless years have passed, the appearance of this figure, if it were placed in the ancient times, would surely be enough to cause an earth-shaking shock.

Because the person in front of him is Pangu, the creator god who opened up the universe and created all things.

...(End of chapter)