荒墟牧神 - 第1122章 冀地白土神祇 - 雲海書庫

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Chapter 1141 — The White Earth God of Ji Province

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It was drawing in the power of sacrifice, breathing it in and out. Its fleshly body was vast as a mountain; as it breathed in and out, the body swelled and shrank, and at a stir of its sinews thunder and lightning crossed. Thousands of gods surrounded it, Dao-sounds rising from their mouths, tempering its body with those Dao-sounds.

Other gods swung white-bone hammers, and from the hammers flew skull after skull, flying into the cages and drawing out the souls of the sacrificed living beings. The skulls flew back, dancing around that ancient god, spitting out the souls they had drawn, which the White Earth Ancient God inhaled with its breathing.

This ancient god who ruled the White Earth of Ji Province cultivated and trained day and night, more diligently even than mortals born after heaven and earth — more assiduously than any!

And it could even use the souls of those born after heaven and earth to train — full of evil and monstrous strangeness. Though an ancient god could hardly break through the shackles of its own great Dao, it could still press ever onward along that Dao, bringing the power of its Dao to its utmost.

Clearly, the White Earth Ancient God was such a one. Yan'er was uneasy, and warned him: "Young Master, within the ancestral land the ancient god's strength is greater.

Better to lure this White Earth Ancient God out of the ancestral land and kill him outside. " The Dragon Qilin too was vaguely uneasy.

"The strength of this ancient god seems greater even than that of the Five Luminaries Star Lords of old!

Cult Leader, better to take the long view. .

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" Shen Mu halted. Yan'er and the Dragon Qilin breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, all at once, Shen Mu took out the Lapis Lazuli Azure Heaven Banner and planted it in the ground. Yan'er's and the Dragon Qilin's hearts lurched, but they saw Shen Mu bow to the Lapis Lazuli Azure Heaven Banner and say in a low, grave voice: "Pray, my treasure, unfold the Twenty-Eight Heavens!

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