At the same time, two thousand miles away from here.
Little Dark Sky was wrapped in a hooded coat and was also in a small grassland tribe.
He stood at the center of the tribe.
It was silent all around.
“Pah…”
Suddenly, a drop of sticky blood slid down from the corner of his hoodie.
It fell heavily on the ground, like a blood-red plum blossom.
The entire tribe was filled with corpses.
From the eighty-year-old elderly to the hungry babies.
Including the cavalry and horses, all were killed.
Even livestock were not spared.
From those corpses, strands of dark aura were continuously gathering in the mouth and nose of Little Dark Sky.
Little Dark Sky had a comfortable expression on his face.
"Is this a creature from the human world?"
"Killing them is indeed very nourishing."
"No wonder those old guys are always thinking about breaking through the blockade and heading to the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods."
"As opposing planes, the human world can hunt our demon souls, and Hell can also hunt them. As tonics."
At this time, Little An'an was almost covered in blood.
He massacred the entire tribe.
The tent and the grass were splattered with scarlet blood.
Even the small stream about ten feet wide next to the tribe was completely dyed red with blood.
It continues to flow in a winding manner, gradually diluting the blood.
Unlike Zong Shen, Xiao An'idian has already treated the indigenous creatures created by nature on the Gumeng grassland as prey for pigs and dogs.
Hunting madly, nourishing his own cultivation with pure blood and living souls.
At this moment, at his feet, there was a little girl of the Gumeng ethnic group, about eleven or twelve years old, shivering.
Little Dark Sky picked her up.
"Come on, take me to the next tribe..."
His voice was cold and heartless, and he treated these indigenous creatures like pigs, dogs and livestock.
The little girl raised her head tremblingly.
His eyes were blood red.
Holding half of a broken arrow in his hand.
He resolutely inserted it into the blood vessel in his neck.
Blood spurted out like a fountain.
The little dark sky was sprayed all over his face.
"Hahaha……"
"Devil, the Ancestral God and the Great Shaman Tianhan will definitely punish you!"
"Dad and Mom, Qiduoer is here to accompany you..."
The little girl laughed and murmured in ancient Mongolian.
As the blood was lost, the last bit of life was gone.
Little Dark Sky loosened his grip and dropped her to the ground.
He reached out and wiped the blood off his face.
He put it to his mouth and licked it.
“It’s really not tasty at all…”
His eyes looked towards the stream and followed it into the distance.
It also seemed to show him a way forward.
He took a ghostly step, leaving behind a trail of afterimages, and appeared several meters away.
Obviously, the suppression of the thousand layers of space also affects him.
I just don't know where the next tribe to suffer will be...
…
At the same time, located in the center of the Gumeng Prairie.
Here, there is a super tribe with a population of one million.
Surrounding it, there are nine large tribes with a population of hundreds of thousands, standing like guards.
In the middle of the super tribe is a deep blue lake.
Like a sapphire, inlaid on the prairie
This is the sacred lake of the ancient Mongolian people, Sayram Lake.
It is a pearl on the ancient Meng grassland and is also known as the last tear of the ancestor god.
This is the largest tribe in the entire ancient Mongolian grassland.
It is also where the Tian Khan, the supreme ruler of all tribes, lives.
In the tribe, many square platforms were built with huge stones.
The one in the middle houses a dazzling light gate.
In addition, there are more than a dozen square platforms with wooden sculptures of different shapes erected on them.
These wood carvings are the images of each Tian Khan.
The position of Heavenly Khan is not hereditary, but is chosen from among the shamans who are most favored by the ancestral gods.
The ancestral god of the ancient Mongolian people entered the light gate.
Although they never came back, as long as they pray sincerely and offer sacrifices of cattle and sheep, they can receive power in return from the light gate.
And those descendants of later generations cannot pass through the light gate.
According to legend, anyone who can enter the light gate can become a being like the ancestor god.
At this time, two figures stood under the square stone platform that enshrined the Light Gate.
One of them was wearing a wolf-skin coat and a wolf skull crown.
He carries a huge green wooden bow on his back and holds a long green wooden staff in his hand.
He is the contemporary Khan of the ancient Mongolian people and also the great shaman of the tribe.
Tengger!
The one beside him was none other than Hades.
"Sir, do you want to go through the Gate of Miracles?"
Tengger said respectfully.
Obviously, Hades has demonstrated his abilities.
Make them feel that the underworld is related to the ancestral god.
Hades shook his head.
"I want to wait for my master."
"I'll wait for him here, and I'll take care of things for you."
Speaking of which, the underworld is very lucky.
As soon as he entered the thousand-layer space, he was randomly transported to the core tribe of Gumeng.
After single-handedly repelling an army of ten thousand cavalrymen, he was summoned by Tengger.
When he saw that Mingyu could reach out and pass through the light gate, he worshipped him as the manifestation of the ancestral god.
Be very respectful to him.
Hearing that he was waiting for his master, I was even more shocked.
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