You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 221 Ancestors Do Not Protect

There is no flowing spiritual energy in the Northern Realm. So far, all the spiritual energy absorbed by Jiang Qiu's body comes from the Soul Ice Lotus left by Master Yuanchu in the Northern Snow Tower. Although it is not small, it is not infinite.

When fighting against [Wind], the release of spear intent will also be accompanied by the consumption of some spiritual energy. It was consumed at that time, and now it is constantly consumed when fighting in the Xibing tribe.

Of course, killing ants casually does not require too much spiritual energy. The spiritual energy consumed in cutting a thousand-meter-long iceberg is barely comparable to the several releases of gun intent during the battle with [Wind].

On the contrary, during these massacres, his control over the spiritual rhythm became more meticulous, and the power of the Jade Tendons of the Casting Dao was refined more purely.

[Casting Dao Jade Tendon (Po Bing Dao Lotus)]

[Brief description: The foundation of the Great Dao, guided by the Qingluan Jue, leads to the other end of the Great Dao, and now we can see the first signs]

In the Northern Realm, there seemed to be no more classifications of spiritual charm, nor was it possible to judge potential by the types of spiritual charm. As for bloodline, he already had the bloodline of a second-level human race, which was far superior to that of the warriors of the West Ice Tribe. Even in the entire Northern Realm human race, it was impossible for anyone with purer bloodline than him.

Swah——

As the thought flashed through his mind, another gun shadow passed by, and dozens of Xibing tribe members who were fleeing not far away turned into blood and flesh flying everywhere, leaving bloodstains on the road.

The [Beixue Spear] that had already rushed forward was still trying to chase down the members of the Xibing tribe who had fled further away. Suddenly, a buzzing sound was heard, and the [Beixue Spear] felt an unprecedented boost. After passing through the invisible cold air barrier, it flew back into Jiang Qiu's hand with a snap.

He narrowed his eyes and stopped. In the distance, at the gate leading to West Ice Valley, a group of soldiers who had just passed through the Death Gate had fallen down. They were gasping for breath and trying to get out of the way. On a road, an old man in a white robe walked out, with wolf fangs hanging on his forehead and chest.

The surviving warriors of the West Ice Tribe gathered around him, and the backbones of the tribe in the Steel Bone Realm also gathered behind him. The eyes of some weak tribesmen lit up, as if they had seen the coming of the true God and the North Boundary Mountain that supported the sky.

This guy should be the high priest of the Xibing tribe.

His momentum was still rising, like a candle that had just been lit falling into an oil field. It seemed that all the spiritual energy contained in the entire Xibing tribe was converging towards him, like thousands of rivers returning to the sea.

"[Qiu], you want to destroy our Xibing tribe by your own strength, which is a bit arrogant."

The high priest spoke in a deep voice, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the destroyed houses and corpses all over the ground behind Jiang Qiu, which were faintly murderous.

The ice rod in his right hand was locked in front of the pass. Even if there was only one person there, even ten thousand men could not open it.

However, Jiang Qiu is just one person, but he has tens of thousands of clansmen behind him!
"Arrogant?" Jiang Qiu asked back, and casually played a gun flower, chuckling: "I am Beixue's chosen one."

The Chosen One descended from the sky, possessing potential talents that surpass those of the Northern Realm. If nothing unexpected happens, he will eventually grow into the strongest. Even the priest who can use the power of his ancestors can only burn his life for a short period of time.

What everyone is competing for is the peak period. The chosen ones accept the inheritance of their ancestors and grow to their strongest period. The priests sacrifice their lives and use the power of their ancestors to forcibly rise to the strongest period.

It is not certain who is higher or lower.

In an instant, the front end of the [Beixue Spear] was lifted up like a crescent silver moon. The domineering and sharp spear intent lifted up the ice and snow on the ground. The sudden strong wind absorbed the vast white snow between the sky and the earth, turning into a crescent-shaped vertical airflow, sweeping towards the pass.

With this flick, the spiritual energy condensed the ice and snow, which grew bigger and bigger like a snowball. The surging power fluctuations pulled the ice and snow on the mountains on both sides, and there was a faint sound of shaking, as if an avalanche would occur in the next second.

Faced with this seemingly random shot, the eyes of the Xibing tribe members trembled, and for a moment they even forgot to breathe, as if all the air had been swept away, and they stared blankly at the wave of gun intent that had swept to a height of ten feet!
"Is this the power inherited from the ancestors of your Beixue tribe?" The high priest's head of white hair flew backwards, twitching fiercely, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes that were forced to squint.

He looked up at the gun intent that was approaching him in the blink of an eye. All the potential in his body was activated, and the secret method that he had prepared long ago began to work, and the spiritual charm of his ancestors was also activated!
The four ancestors of the human race in the Northern Realm each have amazing abilities. Although Master Yuanchu is the leader, is Master Kunjiu, who left a legacy in the Xibing Tribe, inferior to them?

Each has its own strengths!

"Ice Realm!"

As the high priest shouted, the blue light on his ice staff bloomed, like a bright sun shining on the world, and the ground shook!
Rumbling--

An ice wall rose from the ground, stretching for hundreds of meters, just blocking the pass, protecting all the tribesmen hiding behind him, and it also collided with Jiang Qiu's gun intent fluctuations.

buzzing-

The gun intent hit the ice wall, but did not dissipate. Instead, it remained in a stalemate, creating ripples that were stronger than the previous one. The squeezed cold winds turned over from the gaps on both sides, condensing into a huge storm, blowing the ordinary tribesmen at the pass to fall all over the place and roll sideways.

bare--

The high priest's body gradually fell over, clenching his trembling teeth, his heels sliding on the ground, his eyelids blown open by the wind, and fear pierced his eyes like needles: "How... How can he be so strong!"

He tried his best to output the spiritual energy and use the secret methods left by his ancestors, but now he was still unable to easily block Jiang Qiu's casual shot?
This is just a defense!
Realizing this, the high priest's soul was struck by lightning, and in an instant his mind recalled a passage passed down by past priests: "The Chosen One may come from the heavens and myriad worlds, but those who can obtain the inheritance of the ancestors of Beihai Palace are most likely from the real ancestral world.

They may have the blood closest to their ancestors, and after achieving transformation, they are destined to possess blood pressure that surpasses all the human races in the Northern Realm.

Moreover, the process of ancestral inheritance is the process of selecting the inheritor. Maybe the ancestor has been paying attention to the Northern Realm. Whoever gets the ancestor's inheritance will get the ancestor's initial recognition."

The power of our ancestors is fading.

click-

What shattered was not only the nearly 100-foot-high ice wall, but also the state of mind that the high priest had accumulated over thousands of years of survival. It was like the sound of porcelain breaking.

A crack appeared on the huge ice wall, and the remaining gun intent wave rushed over like an ice dragon, carrying with it ice and snow debris all over the sky.

At that moment, the high priest's whole body was stiff and his limbs were dry, as if he was about to die.

What he faced was a huge storm that could split an iceberg.

"Ancestor Kun Jiu, why don't you protect us?"

The last murmur and the turbid light in the eyes brewed together, and in an instant the world fell into darkness, and the five senses dissipated like ashes meeting a strong wind.

(End of this chapter)