Chapter 119 Sacrifice of One Million Huangsha Tribe
Thunder fell from the sky.
Like a violent storm.
Striking into the Yellow Sand Clan’s battle group.
The ground was dug into deep, hot pits.
The remaining thunder power even transformed into hot plasma, and the entire earth became bumpy and hot.
However, even with such a fierce attack, it was unable to harm the Huangsha people at all!
It's as if they no longer exist in this world.
This immediately made Elder Sun a little suspicious.
Although I don’t know what tricks these Yellow Sand Clan people below are performing.
But his spiritual sense told him that something was wrong!
The sacrificial technique of the Huangsha tribe has disappeared for many years.
Even in classics, it is rarely mentioned.
Elder Sun instinctively felt that something was right, and with a flash of his body, he shot a huge ball of lightning and fire into the sky.
The signal to retreat was given!
The Tianzong Holy Land is extremely disciplined.
The 100,000 disciples and elders outside the city saw the signal and immediately withdrew without any hesitation or lingering battle.
In the city, the lazy Tachibana suddenly opened his eyes.
There was a divine light flowing in his eyes.
"Let them all return to defense!"
"This is the ancient yellow sand sacrifice technique!"
"These Yellow Sand Tribe members have made up their minds to die!"
With Ju Zuo's knowledge, he can naturally discover the mystery.
The Huangsha tribe's ancient Huangsha sacrificial technique, through the amount and quality of the sacrifices, can even summon the arrival of the tribe's gods.
Although most of the one million Huangsha people are at the martial artist level, there are still quite a few of them, plus two chiefs and priests at the 25th level of the magic realm.
It is enough to summon the will of a god with strength above the sixth level of Saint Level!
Hearing what Senior Cat said, Zong Qi Tian naturally did not dare to neglect it.
He quickly prepared to issue an order to shrink the defense.
It just so happened that Elder Sun sent out the signal to retreat at this time.
Things have obviously taken some unknown turn.
In less than a moment, all the disciples of the Tianzong Holy Land returned to Tianzong City.
After the Qianyuan Yimu Shenhua Array received energy replenishment, it resumed operation.
The light green formation slowly flowed, giving everyone a sense of security.
Elder Sun is dressed in flowing long robes, looking like an immortal.
After obtaining the Sky Thunder Sword.
He is increasingly showing the demeanor of a master of thunder.
Every gesture and movement reveals the power of thunder.
His strength is far superior to that of practitioners of the same level.
He alone beat the Eyeless Priest and the Skeleton Chief without any chance of fighting back.
At this time, he also returned to the city.
The Qianyuan Yimu Shenhua Formation is also a formation left by the founder of the sect.
It is extremely powerful. As long as the energy supply is stable, even if it is a ninth-level Saint, it will not be able to break it in a short time.
Elder Sun floated down from the sky. Just as he was about to salute Zong Qitian, he saw Ju Zuo lying on the other side.
He knew that the Tianzong Holy Land had a mysterious supreme leader, and he was well aware of how powerful Ju Zuo was.
The divine artifact of creation in his hand, the Thunder of Heaven, was also a reward from the great Supreme Master.
He quickly turned around and bowed to Ju Zuo.
"Senior Cat, you are here?"
Tachibana stood up, took a few steps forward, and nodded.
"Elder Sun, there is no need to be polite. The Yellow Sand Tribe used the ancient Yellow Sand Sacrifice technique to summon the will of a certain desert god to descend."
“This process is irreversible.”
"Fortunately, the cultivation base of the Huangsha people who sacrificed themselves was not too high."
“But even so, even the faintest projection of the will of the gods will have a strength of more than the sixth level of Saint level when it descends!”
"Everyone, get ready..."
After saying this, Ju Zuo's body gradually became faint and disappeared into the space.
Even Ju Zuo would find it difficult to resist the sixth-level holy god's phantom head-on!
However, relying on Ju Zuo's talent and understanding of the laws of time and space, delaying for a while would not be a problem.
After hearing what Ju Zuo said, everyone present suddenly became a little flustered.
"What? A sixth-level Saint-level expert!"
"I'm afraid that Tianzong City can't be saved. Master, let's retreat!"
"It turns out that the ancient yellow sand sacrifice technique that only exists in the records of ancient books is actually real!"
"The sixth level of Saint?! Even if we gather the strength of the entire sect, it will be difficult to defeat him!"
The elders around immediately started talking and were extremely panicked.
No wonder they reacted that way.
After the modern era, those who could become saint-level powerful beings were all sons of luck with terrifying talents.
In addition to a strong talent for cultivation, a vast amount of luck resources are also needed to have a chance for a genius to grow into a saint-level powerhouse.
Even a pseudo-saint who has not been recognized by the Heavenly Dao is enough to defeat countless sub-saint-level strongmen.
As for the Tianzong Holy Land, among the supreme elders present, the one with the highest cultivation level is only at the 26th level of the Dharma Realm, a strong man who can deduce the future realm.
Even if all the more than one million people in Tianzong City were added together, they would not be able to withstand even a breath of his breath against a sixth-turn Saint-level powerhouse.
Although the brothers Zong Qitian and Zong Qiming were a little nervous, they felt much more at ease after thinking of their ancestor and Ju Zuo.
"What are you panicking about!"
"Today, I will take this opportunity to announce a piece of news to everyone!"
"You all should know that our Tianzong Holy Land was founded by the ancestor who lived 100,000 years ago!"
As soon as Zong Qitian finished speaking, all the disciples, except Elder Sun, Zong Ze and others, held their breath.
In the holy land of Tianzong, all disciples who join the sect must pay homage to Zong Shen’s portrait and listen to Zong Shen’s deeds.
The admiration for Do Jong-shin has been implanted in everyone's heart!
However, they all thought that the founder of the sect had passed away many years ago, otherwise he would not have ignored the holy land.
Now that the headmaster had suddenly announced this, they suddenly became excited.
"Could it be that... the founder of the sect did not die...!"
An outer elder couldn't help but speak.
Zong Qitian frowned.
His voice was as loud as a bell, and he scolded sternly.
"The ancestor has great cultivation, so he will not die in just 100,000 years. If you insult the ancestor, I will slap you in the face!"
The outer elder knelt down hurriedly, not daring to refute, and began to slap himself in the face.
“Pah…”
“Pah…”
The scene was silent, with only the sound of applause echoing.
After taking a look, Zong Qitian continued.
"The ancestor has been in seclusion for 100,000 years, and now his strength is comparable to that of a true god!"
"I will go out to protect the sect! Lead the holy land to the top!"
His voice was loud and resonant, echoing throughout Tianzong City.
All the disciples also became excited.
Fighting morale increased dramatically.
On our side, we have an unrivaled ancestor!
Let’s not talk about the situation in the city for now.
Outside the city, the ritual of sacrifice also came to an end.
The sacrificial techniques of the eyeless priests and the skeleton chiefs are obviously not as sophisticated as those of the ten chiefs in the Amun-La Rift Valley.
A full quarter of an hour later.
All the phantoms disappeared.
A huge black hole appeared in the sky.
A powerful aura is revealed.
It seems like some great terror is brewing!
(End of this chapter)
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