The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 3459 Taixu High Priest!
Chapter 3459 Taixu High Priest!

Among the Nine Realms, if the warriors of the lower ranks wanted to improve their cultivation, they would naturally have to be cruel to others.

This is the law of survival. Martial arts practitioners can only abide by this law. As the saying goes, once a general succeeds, his bones will perish and he will not die. How can there be a top powerhouse?
And without top powerhouses, how to resist the invasion of the underworld?
In addition, the dark ion creature has been looking around in the Nine Realms. This strange race creature seems to be more terrifying than the creatures in the underworld.

Qian Long didn't speak, the team of Taixu Human Race stopped in front of a valley, Ling Hantian and Qian Long looked into the valley.

In the valley, there are many figures coming and going, and these are the Void Human Race, and this place seems to be a tribe.

The two were pulled out of the prison car and brought into the valley.

Some stone fortresses were simply built in the valley, and from the fortresses, many sneaking eyes could be seen.

A group of people came to the depths of the valley and saw an altar made of skulls. On the altar, there was an old man standing with his hands behind his back.

The old man's hair was gray, he seemed to hear the sound of footsteps, he turned his head slowly, his appearance was the same as that of the Taixu tribe.

And Ling Hantian was keenly aware that there were three bloody stripes under the old man's chest!

Looking at the other Taixu clansmen, the two leaders who captured them had a stripe under their chests, while the other clansmen didn't.

The two leading Taixu humans stepped forward, saluted respectfully, and chirped to report to the old man. After a while, the old man nodded.

Then, he looked at Ling Hantian and Qianlong, "Where are you two from?"

Both Ling Hantian and Qianlong understood the language he spoke, and the old man's voice was really unflattering, it was as hoarse as grinding sand.

"Senior, we have no intention of intruding into your land, and we have no malicious intentions."

Ling Hantian frowned, since the old man could speak the common language of the Nine Realms, he had to explain his position.

The old man heard Ling Hantian's words, but he didn't care, and asked: "Where are you from?"

"I'm from the Xuanhuang Realm."

Seeing the old man asking again, Ling Hantian was also worried that the old man would be annoyed because he didn't answer the question, so he answered the old man.

The old man nodded and looked at Qianlong, "What about you?"

Qianlong frowned slightly, but still responded: "Hell!"

The old man fell silent and did not continue to ask. Ling Hantian and Qian Long also stared at the old man, but there was no emotion on his face.

For a moment, the two couldn't figure out what the old man was thinking.

After a few minutes of silence, the old man stepped down from the altar, said a few words to the gathered Void Human race, and then left.

At this time, Ling Hantian and the two were tied to the altar, and those Void Human Races bowed to the altar, and amidst the rumbling sound, a huge divine pillar rose from the center of the altar.

The sacred pillar towers into the sky, with ancient Dao patterns on it, and those Dao patterns are like the avenues of heaven and earth.

Ling Hantian and the two were tied to the sacred pillar, and the Void clansmen circled around the altar, each of them shouting loudly.

After watching for a while, Ling Hantian and Qianlong's expressions changed. It turned out that these Void Human Races actually regarded him and Qianlong as sacrificial offerings.

I just don't know who the object of the sacrifice is!
Could it be that the creator of this kingdom of God, that incomparably terrifying void monster?

The Void Human Race kept turning around the altar, and each of them danced in a neat rhythm. Every time they took a step, they would kneel down to the altar.

boom!
In the depths of the valley, there is also a high platform. The old man of the Void Human Race is standing on the high platform at this time.

And in his hand, he was holding a scepter. At this time, a torrent of time shot out from the scepter and poured into the divine pillar.

hum!
At this time, the divine pillar vibrated violently, and waves of destructive time power, like blades, rushed into the bodies of Ling Hantian and the others.

The eyes of the two people suddenly opened wide, and the power of time in their bodies raged like ten thousand blades in their bodies, and the two of them seemed to be cut into pieces by thousands of knives.

Uh!
Under the severe pain, Qianlong couldn't help letting out a painful moan.

Ling Hantian clenched his teeth tightly, enduring the severe pain, and after the power of time raged, some power seemed to flow from his body.

"The power to draw blood?"

Ling Hantian's eyelids twitched. Unexpectedly, this kind of sacrifice was actually drawing the power of his blood. The power of the Little Supreme's blood was slowly being drawn away at this time.

This made Ling Hantian feel anxious!
hum!
However, at this time, there was a strange fluctuation in the blood, and the power of time melted wherever the fluctuation passed.

"This is? The void power hidden in the blood?"

Ling Hantian keenly felt that it was not so much the void power in his blood, but rather the blood power of his Tianqi clan.

The moment the blood of the Tianqi Clan erupted, Ling Hantian suddenly had a feeling that the divine power and primordial spirit that had been out of control had suddenly moved.

Moreover, at this moment, his divine sense permeates almost every inch of space, and he can 'see' the power of time like elves.

"The power of time is alive?"

Ling Hantian could feel that the elf-like time molecules sent out friendly emotions towards him.

At this time, an astonishing change took place on the altar, dazzling lights lit up in all directions, and wisps of time power in the space danced around Ling Hantian.

"Crackling (what's going on)?"

The faces of the Taixu people around the altar were full of astonishment, and the voices of communication spread, and finally they looked at the High Priest on the high platform.

On the high platform, the high priest was also shocked by such a change, and when he rushed towards the altar, the wave of blood in Ling Hantian's body made the high priest couldn't help but retreat.

"God?"

Shouts of exclamation spread from the high priest's chest, and all the strong men of the Taixu race looked at the high priest at this moment.

However, the high priest's face was full of piety, kneeling on the ground on one knee, and strange voices spread.

The next moment, the members of the Taixu Human Race all looked at the altar, and then knelt down devoutly, bowing to Ling Hantian and the two of them.

Such a change also made Qianlong feel suspicious, and then she thought of something, and her face changed slightly.

"Ling Hantian, I didn't expect you to deceive this group of Taixu humans with the power of your blood!"

Qian Taki's words were naturally transmitted through sound transmission. If he said it clearly, the high priest who could understand the language of the Nine Realms would definitely see through it.

Ling Hantian is currently comprehending the beauty of time, and he feels that he has been able to mobilize the power of time to speed it up or slow it down.

Hearing what Qianlong said, Ling Hantian's expression remained unchanged, and he also said via voice transmission: "Speak less, or you will die, but I may not necessarily die."

"Hmph, then don't even think about leaving me behind, or you will die!"

Qianlong's sound transmission snorted coldly, and there was a threatening meaning in his words.

Regarding this, Ling Hantian joked and said: "You are not my woman, why should I take you?"

(End of this chapter)