The end of this quasi-emperor peak is coming

Chapter 184 Gods and Priests

"This dragon does look delicious, but it's definitely not as delicious as the meat of a Suanni. It's not an ancient species, and its real blood can definitely not compare to it!" added another snotty kid.

They had been eating the meat of a lion and being baptized with real blood these past two days. They were very arrogant for a while and thought they spoke very quietly, but they were heard by the group of strong men.

Whether it's the Zishan Clan, the Lei Clan, or the Jiao Clan from Luofu Lake, all of them are a little mentally disturbed. Did I hear it wrong?

I was taught a lesson by this village when I first arrived!
You always eat the meat of Suanni, so why do you look down on this powerful flying dragon? You have to know that this is an extremely terrifying beast, and ordinary strong men are far from being its opponents!

Only a true cultivator can deal with ferocious beasts of that level!

Is there such a person in this village?

That scholar? ! !

For a moment, everyone's hearts were beating fast. Could it be that the scholar was really a powerful cultivator?

"Uncle Luo, you didn't even warn us when someone came!"

"That's it!"

"The guy under the tree is your uncle? Great! I'm looking for someone to take revenge on. Since he's your uncle, I'll teach you a lesson!

A bunch of ignorant wild kids!" Jiao Peng, a young man from the Jiao clan who had come down from the Jiao, said angrily. He shook his arms and jumped up like a ferocious bird, leaping more than 20 meters in one leap, and quickly went to the village head to attack the children.

At this moment, several adults from other tribes stared at the young man under the tree vigilantly, as if to prevent him from taking any action, and were extremely cautious.

Just at this moment, a pretty little girl ran out from the stone house at the entrance of the village. She was very surprised and said, "Why are there so many people?"

"Hey, little one, you are still secretly drinking milk. When are you going to stop?" A group of older kids teased and noticed the milk stains at the corners of the little one's mouth.

"No, no, you saw it wrong!" The little one wiped his mouth hurriedly and refused to admit it. He put his milk-stained hands behind his back and rolled his big dark eyes around.

"What a cute child!" The two little girls on Xueyu were extremely surprised. Seeing the porcelain doll-like little thing so cute, they all laughed.

At this time, Jiao Peng came close, raised his palm and smacked forward. The wind roared, and it had a force of several thousand kilograms. It was terrifying!

A cultivator in the Blood Moving Realm from the Jiao clan could no longer sit still, and actually revealed his aura in advance, trying to suppress Luo Yan under the scorched willow tree.

He had no choice but to do so at this moment. Once Jiao Peng really hurt those children, and if the young scholar in front of him was also a cultivator, Jiao Peng might be in danger.

So at this moment, he revealed his aura in advance because he wanted to tell Luo Yan that adults should not interfere in matters between children!

The aura that seemed powerful to him fell on Luo Yan, but it didn't seem to cause any waves. The other party continued to study the precious bone in his hand as if he didn't notice.

"No reaction at all? Either he is unfathomably strong, or he is just pretending to be calm!" The Jiao cultivator was convinced that Luo Yan was probably pretending to be calm.

At the entrance of the village, Jiao Peng was about to hurt everyone.

"Hey, big brother, what are you doing?" The little guy widened his eyes and found something wrong. Jiao Peng's power was too strong and he actually attacked Er Meng and Pi Hou.

He quickly stepped forward and his breath suddenly changed. He stretched out his tender white little hand, which actually made a sound like wind and thunder and collided with Jiao Peng's palm.

"boom!"

Sand and rocks were flying, the earth was shaking, and the little guy stood there motionless. Jiao Peng was struck by lightning and staggered backward. With every step he took, a terrible crack appeared on the ground. He staggered and retreated again and again for more than ten meters and almost fell headfirst to the ground.

"What!" A group of strong men at the back were petrified. This guy is just a baby, and he slapped the famous genius - Jiao Peng away alive!

Damn it, what kind of horrible village is this? Everyone is in a daze, speechless.

What is even more thought-provoking is that the young man under the tree never moved from beginning to end. Could it be that everything was within his expectations?
The more they thought about it, the more frightened they felt. Even though Luo Yan had not taken any action from beginning to end, these people had already begun to tremble in their hearts. This village must be a hidden big family.

"what……"

Jiao Peng's hands were also shaking slightly, and he felt as if he had bumped into a beast. The pain was like a broken bone. He never expected that a child with milk stains on the corners of his mouth almost knocked him down!

"This is impossible! How can you be so powerful?!" There were beast-like beams of light in Jiaopeng's eyes, and his expression was extremely unfriendly.

"How old are you, little brother?" asked the two women from Yuntian Palace, equally shocked.

"Almost four years old!" The little one's big eyes were bright and clear, and he answered the question seriously.

"Come here, little one!" The precious bone in Luo Yan's hand had disappeared, and he called softly.

When the little one heard Uncle Luo's call, he obediently walked to his side.

"Forget what Uncle Luo told you. Don't respond easily when you meet strangers. Be careful, some of them are bad guys!" Luo Yan gave him a few words of advice and glanced at the group of people. The meaning was self-evident.

The little one twisted his mouth: "But I don't think those two girls are bad!"

"You can't tell whether someone is a bad person just by looking at his face. Sometimes a bad person hides very deeply! Remember, you can't judge a person's heart by his face!" Luo Yan reminded him again, not wanting him to suffer more in the future.

The little one nodded aggrievedly: "I know!"

The old man from Yuntian Palace said, "My dear little brother, we in Yuntian Palace have no ill intentions. There is no need to be so cautious!"

Luo Yan said: "I am not targeting you guys, but someone else."

He could naturally feel that the kindness emanating from these people from Yuntian Palace was unlike that of other forces.

Upon hearing this, the faces of the Jiao Clan, the Golden Wolf Tribe, the Purple Mountain Clan, and the Thunder Clan all looked unhappy. Who else could it be targeting if not the Yuntian Palace?
But the three-year-old child was so amazing that he was so strong.
When Jiao Peng heard the other person's age, he looked even more unwilling, and he wished he could immediately use the most powerful magic in his clan to slap the little guy into the ground.

"Come again!" He did not use his family's magic, but still used his physical strength to rush forward madly. The wind from his fist was whistling, and the nearby trees were shaking violently, and all the leaves were falling down.

It was like a large ferocious beast in the vast mountains was traveling, bringing up a gust of wind, and the Jiaopeng made an astonishing noise and pounced on the little guy.

He only wanted to defeat Little Bit, and knocked him to the ground, completely ignoring the man under the tree. Luo Yan was about to attack, but Little Bit stood up and said, "You just scolded Uncle Luo, didn't you? Then I will beat you for Uncle Luo!"

He stared at Jiao Peng, stretched out his arms, and slapped it forward.

"boom!"

This time, everyone could see clearly that this cute child was truly using pure physical strength, without any magical power mixed in, and he just pushed forward like that.

However, the power and fierceness of the energy were so astonishing that with a loud hum, Jiao Peng was pushed back.

"This child has incredible potential. If he were to go onto a large battlefield where all the major races compete, maybe he could really..." someone commented, praising the little guy's strength.

The outsiders were shocked when they heard this and kept staring at the little guy. Geniuses like them were destined to go to that terrible battlefield, and a child from a deserted village actually had this potential!

"So strong!" Jiao Peng gritted his teeth and showed an incredible look. This time it was really too embarrassing. He was actually intimidated by a baby who was still breastfeeding. His face was burning!
He was extremely unwilling and looked angry, as if he wanted to attack again.

Luo Yan put his hand on Jiao Peng's shoulder and said softly, "Since we are here, I hope everyone can be friendly and don't do anything offensive."

Jiao Peng's face was full of disbelief. The moment the big hand touched his shoulder, all the energy and blood in his body seemed to be sealed by some force, and he could not move his whole body!

This is a person's most essential physical body, and yet it can be sealed!
"Of course! We are just passing by here!" said an adult from the Thunder Clan.

The other strong men also echoed in the mountains and forests.

After warning everyone, Luo Yan put his hands behind his back and left leisurely.

After Luo Yan left, the strong men from all sides could no longer stop and came forward to ask questions.

"Kids, who is that man just now among you?" An uncle-like figure from the Zishan tribe asked with a kind look.

"Uncle Luo!"

"Isn't he very powerful?"

"Uncle Luo taught us how to read and write... Well, Uncle Luo told me to talk to strangers as little as possible!" The little guy wanted to say something, but suddenly remembered Uncle Luo's warning.

Meanwhile, everyone had already found out Luo Yan's position in the village and secretly sent a message:
“This person drifted to this village several decades ago, and now works as a teacher in the village!

But this person is a little strange. Although he is an ordinary person, he is the only one who can stay under the charred willow tree and beside the village's spirit for a long time!"

Normally, the sacrificial spirit of a village would reject monks from outside, but the sacrificial spirit of this village did not reject the young man. It was really strange!
They continued to inquire about the young man from the children. The more they inquired, the more they frowned. From the information, Luo Yan was just an ordinary scholar and did not look like a powerful cultivator who had achieved success in cultivation.

"Did he bluff us before?"

"Absolutely not! Peng'er just told me quietly that when the scholar named Luo Yan patted his shoulder, all the energy and blood in his body were locked up. This is not something an ordinary person can do!" said a strong man from the Jiao clan.

"In that case, let's first explore this strange village!" another person said.

After giving some benefits, the children began to lead a group of outsiders to explore the Stone Village.

"Is this the sacrificial spirit of your village? What should we call him?" Some people set their eyes on the charred willow tree.

"Oh, just call her the sacrificial spirit, or call her the Willow God!" Pihou responded. Children's words are the most true and naturally easier to believe.

But just such a plain sentence made a group of strong men almost jump up. Even a powerful figure in the Zishan clan, who was the uncle of Zishan Hou, was startled and staggered.

"What? Willow God?"

The word "God" cannot be used indiscriminately. For ordinary tribes, it represents omnipotence and supremacy.

In ancient times, our ancestors had faith and were very particular about sacrifices. They believed that gods must exist and could be called out to protect them at critical moments.

In fact, after in-depth understanding by later generations, it was found that what those tribes worshipped was actually a powerful creature, such as the Zhenhu, or the Pixiu with the purest blood, both of which were supreme holy spirits.

In the distant past, the ancient ancestors worshipped this supreme sacrifice and paid homage, and they had indeed received protection.

Anyone who dares to call himself a god must be able to fight against the ancient ferocious beasts. His strength is incredible and he can destroy several super tribes with a wave of his hand. His divine power is unimaginable and difficult to resist.

And this tiny village actually calls this charred willow tree a god. It is simply too shocking. This title cannot be used indiscriminately!
A teenager from the Zishan tribe asked cautiously, "Are you sure that this sacrificial spirit has no objection if you honor it as a god?"

"I have no objection! Willow God is very good and has always protected our clan!"

This made the faces of the powerful men change drastically, and they instantly thought of the young man. The legendary gods need to be served, and could that young man be the servant of God who serves this willow tree?

This made them feel frightened. Could this charred willow tree really be a god?
For a moment, everyone couldn't help but step back, feeling a great fear of the willow tree that was completely charred and almost necrotic, with only one tender bud.

Many of the creatures that the human race used as sacrifices were related to gods, and some were even descendants of ancient gods. They were particularly wary of such titles, and would never dare to act arrogantly without lighting the divine fire, and the hierarchy was strict.

The willow tree did not object to this title. Most likely, its strength had already surpassed the heavens, so it did not care about anything.

As for the origin of the young man, if this willow tree is really a god, then there would be a reasonable explanation.

If some human beings with extraordinary talents are fortunate enough to catch the eyes of gods, they will have the opportunity to serve gods. This is a great honor and in a sense can represent the will of gods!

It can even communicate with gods when necessary, summon or borrow the power of gods, which is extremely powerful!
Now there is a willow tree dormant in such a place. Could it really be an ancient god who is about to die and is in his twilight years, and that young man is here to guard the willow tree in its last days?
Everyone felt heavy in their hearts. For an aging god and a priest who was the guardian of the gods, this was not good news!

Just a short time ago, they had offended such a person!

If the other party holds a holy weapon bestowed by God, that would be truly earth-shaking news, because such a person has already stood at the top of the entire earth, and his position is far beyond their imagination.

But the more this happened, the more they refused to give up. What was the origin of this village?
I can actually get the protection of a god and a priest!

(End of this chapter)