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    The Roushui real person is a wonderful flower. He strayed into the underworld during the Nascent Soul stage, but he was lucky. He just landed outside the territory of the aborigines and was approached. From then on, he lived a life of seclusion and practice.  , life is dull and boring, I see aboriginal people every day, and occasionally some immortal cultivators will move their hands as soon as they meet. After a long time, Master Roushui came up with the way that his brother likes men, and his life suddenly became leisurely.  A lot, and it turned out that Roushui's real people and fake shows really did it.

    The first day Yang Qingshan arrived, Yang Qingshan was followed by Master Roushui. He looked like he hadn't used it for a long time, and entangled Yang Qingshan for half the night until Yang Qingshan returned to the thatched cottage and laid a blanket outside.  After forming a hundred and eight formations, he stood on the thatched cottage in pain all night, waiting for Yang Qingshan.

    "Brother Yang." Master Roushui said with pain on his face, "Brother has been waiting for you for a long time."

    "Hehe, don't wait for brother, brother is a wanderer." Yang Qingshan said pretendingly, and flew out quickly, releasing the spider king, leaving countless spider webs along the way to block the soft eyes of Master Roushui, and escaped.  birthday.

    Passing through the prairie, Yang Qingshan saw the territory of the aborigines, a group of primitive people with a backward civilization, but the aborigines are not only like this, they have a different civilization, that is, sacrifice, a Yang Qingshan million  Unexpected complete sacrifices, offering sacrifices to heaven, earth and ancestors.

    The leader of the aborigines came tremblingly, leaning on a crutch with a dragon bone in his hand. He looked at the newcomer Yang Qingshan, looked him up and down, his wrinkled face suddenly deepened, and said with a smile:  "Immortal Yang will stay here for a few more days."

    "You're welcome, I have something to do, this time to see your situation, I have to go out." Yang Qingshan said respectfully, he had to be respectful, because the old man in front of him was definitely a fairy.

    "Aborigines have immortal rank?" Yang Qingshan kept turning his head, staring at the old man, and did not speak for a long time.

    "Does Immortal Yang have anything to say?" the old man asked, as if he had noticed something, so he smiled calmly: "Hehe, the aborigines are also a kind of immortal cultivators, but we practice differently.  We don't have too many magic formulas, we don't have strong spiritual power, but we have the power of faith comparable to divine power."

    The old man said, pointing to an altar in the distance with his crutches, there was a flame-like totem on it: "This is the flame tribe, we believe in flames, and get the power of faith from flames, but we don't have gods, if there are gods, our  The power of faith can resist spirit energy and death energy."

    "The power of faith." Yang Qingshan stared at the flame-like totem without blinking, and suddenly smiled: "Where is your god?"

    "died."

    Yang Qingshan was taken aback, not knowing what to say, but looking at the old man's expression, it seemed that he didn't care about their god's death at all, and the old man saw Yang Qingshan's thoughts again, and said in awe: "Gods are also cultivated by people  Cheng, death is death, as long as people are practicing, new gods will appear sooner or later, buthow many years, more than a million years, there is no one who cultivates to become a god."

    "How to cultivate to become a god?" Yang Qingshan asked curiously.

    "God is not a fairy, but a godhead. It combines all the aura in the body and melts it into a grid. Grid is the only existence in this world that can store the power of faith. With a godhead, you are a god. You have thousands of powers of faith, which can be refined into divine power.  Immortal Yang, what is your cultivation level now?" the old man smiled.

    "The integration period. That's"

    "I know that there is a wonderful situation during the Dacheng period. Under that situation, it is the only chance to comprehend the power of faith. If you miss it, you will lose the chance forever." The old man said mysteriously.

    "What kind is better?" Yang Qingshan leaned over and asked, but the old man smiled and walked slowly towards the altar with a cane.

    "Brother Yang" Roushui's soft voice, which could melt anyone's bones, sounded. Yang Qingshan felt his arms being hugged, and immediately trembled and asked if there was something wrong?

    "It's okay, I just want to tell you one thing."

    "Speak up if you have something to say, I'm afraid."

    "Don't be afraid." Master Roushui said with a heartache, and hugged him even tighter: "This old man is the patriarch of the Flame Tribe, and every time a new living alien comes here, he has to talk about the power of faith and the godhead  Hehe, I don¡¯t know what the plan is. Anyway, there are at least hundreds of people here who have heard his words, but none of them have cultivated the godhead. It¡¯s a pity. Brother Yang, what do you think the godhead is?  .¡±

    "I don't know, who knows? The old man will stop talking after he finished speaking, pretending to be aggressive." Yang Qingshan said with contempt.

    &bsp; "Oh, I understand." Yang Qingshan said gloomily, and began to pretend to understand. He walked to the altar in the ancient dance of the indigenous people, and saw a huge snow-white lotus at a glance, and smiled at the patriarch beside the lotus: "  What a huge lotus, you can't just let me sit in it."

    "Exactly."

    "Then I'm going in."

    Yang Qingshan did not hesitate much, walked into the huge snow-white lotus as the Romans did, and sat cross-legged on the lotus platform like a boy, watching the aboriginal patriarch start offering sacrifices to himself, and then the lotus rose to the sky amidst the singing.  A raging fire ignited.

    "Hehe, it's another one being lit." The cultivators laughed wickedly, Yang Qingshan's face in the lotus turned dark, could he be a sacrificial offering?  The old patriarch was too useless and wanted to escape, but Yang Qing couldn't help being surprised when he found that the lotus had trapped all his cultivation.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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