Chapter 672: The Ancestors’ Sacrifice to Mountains, Rivers, and Seas
It is worth mentioning that although the old antiques of these ancient sects all have the face of Jiuzhou, the place where the sects were re-established is not within the territory of Jiuzhou, but either on an overseas island or in the territory of some remote small country.
"This is normal. Jiuzhou in the past was even more difficult than you think. Even though the second forbidden area, Fengdu Forbidden Area, was well-sealed and intact before the strange appeared, it was still a terrifying place. They were afraid."
In the underground city, in front of the large stone table, Zhou Tai answered some questions from Yan Luo and the giants.
"It's almost time."
A tall figure in white clothes and holding a sword walked over, with a faint smile on his handsome face as if carved by a knife and an axe. It was the King of Samsara.
"Xiao Zhou, Jiuzhou welcomes you back."
Zhou Tai stood up and smiled helplessly: "Reincarnation, have you forgotten that I have lived for a thousand years and am older than you."
The King of Samsara seemed to have not heard what he said at all. He took a step forward, soared into the sky, and opened his mouth to speak when he was ten thousand meters high.
"Today, a lineage of mountain gods has emerged to protect our nine states!"
A huge sound wave spread out, shaking the entire Kyushu. Of course, he used a secret method to cover it up, so only extraordinary people could hear it.
At the same time, Zhou Tailai climbed to the top of the mountain, looking in the distance in the direction of the Fengshan site. He lit three incense sticks, inserted them on the bronze altar filled with offerings, and performed a set of complicated ancient rituals, muttering long and obscure sacrificial texts.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble"
Starting with the barren mountains surrounding the underground city, all the mountain ranges in Kyushu began to tremble. Ancient dragon veins even emitted roars resembling those of real dragons, while the sounds of ancestors bowing in worship echoed from the uninhabited deep mountains and old forests...
"The ancestors offered sacrifices to the mountains and rivers, protecting the world..."
Ancient voices echoed between famous mountains and rivers. Some strange people looked on in surprise. Some strange creatures hiding in the mountains let out shrill cries and were crushed to death by unknown forces.
That night, a strange man saw a giant-like creature rising from the ground in the mountains, several feet high, and killing a zombie king with a single slap.
This is an extremely difficult creature. Although it is only A-level, it has thick skin and flesh, and can move underground. Even under the siege of the local branch, it still committed evil again and again and massacred two mountain villages.
The municipal branch here has applied to the higher authorities to send a grandmaster with special abilities. Unexpectedly, this difficult problem was solved at this moment.
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This kind of situation happens everywhere.
The news of the birth of the Mountain God has spread throughout the world of strange people. At first, people didn’t know what it meant. It was not until they witnessed Shanchuan starting to kill monsters that they realized that Jiuzhou had gained a new guardian god!
Not long after, an even more exciting news came. The only mountain god in the world re-established the incense and opened the ancient treasure house of the mountain god lineage, and inherited all the river ghost worship lineage that had no descendants.
Break through the realm in one fell swoop and become the strongest!
Not only that, as the only remaining ghost worshipper in the world, he has infinite luck and is worshipped by thousands of people in the secular world. His strength is absolutely amazing. Some old antiques and the strongest have warned their disciples sternly not to provoke this mountain god.
From this, it can be seen that Jiuzhou may have gained a pillar of support who is not inferior to the King of Samsara and the King of Chen, or even stronger!
It was also at this moment that the world finally understood that Kyushu’s heritage had never been limited to the terrifying number of sixteen kings.
But that same night, another big thing happened.
A small country was massacred, countless people died, and a sect was established in the blood. Every member of the sect wore a ferocious iron mask, like a Shura from hell.
Shura Gate.
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