When Li Qingxuan was struggling.

Endless grassland.

Temples suddenly changed.

A devout believer was kneeling under the statue of God and praying to the great God of Desolation that his eldest son could successfully grow into the most powerful warrior in the tribe.

He is the patriarch of a medium-sized tribe and a powerful three-blooded barbarian cultivator. He is comparable to the human race's golden elixir, governing the thousands of miles of grasslands, and has tens of millions of people under his command.

But in terms of offspring.

It's a little difficult.

This believer cherishes this eldest son very much and even pays a great price, hoping to get a response from God of Desolation and give the youngest son water to baptize him.

Because of his identity, he is also noble in this small temple.

Therefore, in the temple hall, except for this patriarch, there was only a maid of the god wearing wild beast skin standing at the door to serve this distinguished guest.

A devout prayer ceremony.

He slowly took out a fiery red crystal from a bag of animal skin on his waist, took it respectfully under the statue of the god, and prayed:

"The great flame god, I, Camolo, finally gave birth to his children on his birthday, but he was worried that his qualifications were too poor and could not inherit my tribe. I hope that the great ones can give you the God Water to baptize your youngest son."

After saying that, the man lowered his head respectfully, waiting for the response of the statue.

Barbarian cultivation, practice bloodline.

The baptism of divine water can greatly increase the bloodline concentration of newborn children, and even have the opportunity to make children directly become sons of gods who master innate magical powers.

Therefore, as long as the price is afforded, any barbarian cultivator will do everything possible to exchange for the precious divine water for his descendants.

This is not only a starting point for caring for future generations and giving them a more extraordinary person, but also a goal to consolidate their own rule!

The maid of the god at the door glanced at the crystal with some greed and enviousness.

Among the barbarians, bloodline is the most respected.

Except for a very few lucky people, bloodline rebirth has led to their potential far exceeding their peers and being absorbed into those big families. The rest of their lives can almost be seen.

If her father was willing to exchange her for divine water for baptism, then she would not only become a maid who worships the gods, but could become an extremely respected messenger of gods.

Thoughts drift away.

The maid of God suddenly felt something was wrong.

Offered offerings.

Under normal circumstances, as long as the people below belong to believers, the statue of God will respond immediately.

At this moment, after the man offered sacrifices far beyond the specifications, the temple hall fell into a dead silence.

She witnessed the gift of God with her own eyes.

Whether it is success or failure, within a few breaths, the great Flame God will definitely respond.

But something is wrong today!

The maid of God raised her head nervously and looked at the statue of the god standing at the top of the hall.

The next moment.

Her eyes fell into a dullness.

The statue, which was originally surrounded by majestic charm, was slowly left in the majestic and solid eyes...

"ah!"

This horror scene made the maid of God, who had almost never experienced any experience, screamed in horror.

The tribe leader who was waiting down and frowned when he heard the noise behind him.

How can there be noise in the temple?

These high-level temples are too presumptuous. Even such things dare to take them to serve the great Yan God, and they are definitely related people.

Although he is the patriarch of a middle-class tribe, he does not want to cause trouble for the tribe for no reason.

Thinking about it.

The devout patriarch silently leaked his huge breath a little, trying to shock the maid behind him and warn her to keep quiet.

As a result, there was a clang.

Not only did the maid not be quiet, but instead pulled open the closed temple gate and ran out frantically.

"Damn it!"

"You dare to destroy my prayer ceremony!"

The patriarch was shocked and angry, and finally couldn't help but raise his head.

This look up.

A pair of bloody stone eyes were imprinted into his eyes!

this!!!

This three-blooded barbarian cultivator, who is comparable to the realm of the Golden Pill, trembled with an extremely majestic body, his face turned pale in an instant. His blood-lost lips squirmed twice before he murmured in disbelief: "The god has fallen..."

It seems to be a confirmation of his words.

The statue of the divine bloody eyes collapsed extremely quickly.

The light that originally enveloped the temple dissipated silently, and even the statues of the flames lost their former charm and turned into mortal stones again.

The God of Flame has fallen.

This scene happened at the same time in the entire endless grassland and all the temples.

The sight of the gods is full of glory.

But when the light disappears, it is the time when the gods fall...

The God of Flame is the sky of the endless grassland.

Now, the sky is falling...

For a moment, the entire barbarian tribe on the endless grassland fell into confusion and panic.

The great Flame God is not only the belief and protection umbrella of their barbarians, but also the basis for their bloodline to continue and the ultimate direction of their practice.

Once the light of God dissipates.

It is foreseeable.

At most, after all the four-blooded barbarian cultivators are almost gone, the entire barbarian race will be exterminated by human cultivators!

It is related to the life and death of the barbarians!

The rare four-blooded barbarian cultivators, regardless of whether they were enemies or not, gathered in the Temple of God in the Divine Mountain and began a meeting.

The human race and the barbarian race have been fighting for more than tens of thousands of years, but have long been unable to merge.

Once there is no suppression of high-end combat power.

The three major sects of Daqian will never be lenient, and it is possible to exterminate the barbarians!

Therefore, the grassland barbarians are now in a dilemma.

Or, before they fell, they first attacked the hinterland of the human race, and robbed the inheritance of the immortal way at all costs.

This step is very difficult.

Even the chances are slim.

Because of the human race's immortal path, there are three large countries and dozens of small countries, with far more power than the barbarians on the endless grasslands.

And once the conflict escalates.

They can destroy countless small forces in the immortal path.

The opponent's Nascent Soul monk can easily destroy countless small and medium-sized barbarian tribes.

Or, before they fell, they would lead the entire barbarians to bow to Daqian and surrender, giving the barbarians a chance to integrate into Daqian.

The only difference between human race and barbarian race is the difference in the methods of practice, but there is no barrier between bloodlines and there is a chance of integration.

This choice actually means that the barbarians will perish in another way.

Moreover, Daqian may not be willing to accept them.

Not all of them are willing to bow to their previous enemies for the sake of their race and lose their lofty attitude.

For the four-blooded barbarians who can live for thousands of years.

The involvement between tribe and blood is very weak.

This also led to the meeting of everyone being filled with gunpowder.

Some people wanted to bow their heads, some wanted to make a last-ditch effort, but more people wanted to unite everyone, catch a sect of Dagan off guard, and snatched the other party's inheritance.

Then.
To be continued...