Volume 7: The Strongest Four Realms Chapter 52: Spiritual Offering: Western Rat
The sacred deer spirit once again let out an earth-shaking roar, causing the ground to tremble and dust to rise.
“Little barbarian…” Its eyes were bigger than copper bells, glaring at Lu Qingshan, revealing a monstrous murderous intent, and it was so angry that its whole body was shaking, “How dare you bully me like this?!!”
Everything that happened today was an unprecedented humiliation for the high and mighty Julu tribe's priest.
He was frightened by the barbarian in front of him and would have taken the initiative to ask for peace, but he didn't expect that he would be taken advantage of by the barbarian even though he had endured it.
This is too much!
After steadying its body a little, the divine deer ignored the blood on its head and immediately began to flash bright and blinding light patterns on its antlers.
In this dark night, the light condenses and becomes like a big sun.
This sacrificial spirit of the Giant Deer Clan was clearly preparing to use its ultimate move.
Lu Qingshan's hair immediately stood on end.
He could feel the power and might in the light pattern, which was extremely terrifying.
This was a powerful attack from a fifth-grade peak demon. If he couldn't handle it well, he would be in danger of dying.
The divine deer carefully activated the demonic power in his body. He was also filled with endless fear towards the sword-wielding barbarian in front of him.
It didn't want to fail when it was unleashing its most powerful magical power and be counterattacked by this barbarian.
It was so cautious that it was able to keenly sense something was wrong, but for a moment, it couldn't find where the abnormality came from.
Its doubts did not last long.
The next moment, a flying sword appeared in its eyes.
The flying sword is a little small, not like a sword, but more like a flying knife.
The kind made by Xiao Li.
A ripple flashed across the flying sword, and the entire sword became as smooth and graceful as flowing water.
What's this?!
The scalp of the sacrificer was tingling.
It did not feel much power from this flying sword, but this was the most terrifying thing!
Lu Qingshan did not give the sacrificial spirit much chance to react.
Heart Sword——Fetal Light!
No matter how strong the sacrificial spirit's body is, this sword that is specifically designed to kill the soul will ignore the body and directly cut into the soul of the divine deer.
In the mind of the sacrificial spirit, a flash of sword light appeared.
After a moment, the light patterns that were flickering and gathering between the horns of the sacrificial spirit deer suddenly dispersed, and a hint of confusion appeared in its eyes.
The sword of fetal light is also the sword that cuts off troubles.
If we want to eliminate worries, we naturally have to arouse them first.
"Bloodline, bloodline, I want to leap over the Dragon Gate and break free of my own shackles!"
"I want to enter the sixth level!" This was the roar from the sacrificial spirit's heart, which suddenly echoed in its ears.
"Lord Jiling, we are incompetent. My barbarian tribe has thousands of clans, and every clan wants to seize the Dragon Gate quota for its own Jiling and help it complete the bloodline advancement. We in the Julu tribe do not have any great talents. Although we have tried our best, we are still powerless and have gained nothing!" Zhu Jilu's apologetic voice came into his ears.
This was a real scene that the divine deer had experienced before.
"This bunch of trash can't even enter the Dragon Gate. How can I enter the sixth level?!" It felt angry.
These scenes flashed in the mind of the sacrificer for only a moment before it came back to its senses.
It is at the peak of the fifth rank, and its soul strength is much stronger than that of Lu Man, so the time it takes to recover its consciousness is much faster than that of Lu Man.
But this moment of distraction was enough for Lu Qingshan.
When the Julu tribe's sacrificial spirit came back to consciousness, its sight was filled with a green sword, and a strange power lingered on the sword.
The sword pierced directly into the wound on its head!
After passing the peach blossom into the skull of the sacred deer, the purest sword energy suddenly burst out from the sword.
The sword was in the body of the divine deer. Even if he activated the sword energy, no one could see what was happening, so Lu Qingshan no longer held back.
pain!
At this critical moment, the divine deer did not bother to figure out the origin of the sword energy, and immediately used all of his strength to circulate his own blood and demonic power, trying to eliminate the sword energy that was running around in his body.
It only takes a little while.
But no one expected that the huge sacrificial spirit's expression would suddenly change the next moment.
——In this long sword that has entered the body, there is also an extremely strange force lingering, suppressing the circulation of its qi and blood.
Peach blossom: immortal.
This is why Lu Qingshan replaced the dragon bird with peach blossom.
After using the dragon bird's magical power to break through the defense of the sacrificial spirit, the peach blossom, which has a strong restraining ability on the physical body, can play its role.
Taking advantage of the moment when the sacrificial spirit's blood was blocked, Lu Qingshan finally had no scruples, condensed the immortal true meaning and the killing sword intent, and used the immortal true meaning to evolve the killing.
The powerful killing sword intent burst out!
"You are a sword..." At this point, the Giant Deer Clan's sacrificial spirit could no longer react to Lu Qingshan's identity as a swordsman.
But unfortunately, it knew it too late.
What the Youxiong monk and the Julu monk saw was the arrogant divine deer. After Lu Qingshan stabbed its skull with a sword, its huge head was instantly shattered into pieces with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
boom!
The huge body of the sacred deer fell down with a loud bang, creating a deep pit on the ground.
Seeing the sacrificial spirit being killed, Lu Qingshan slowly put away his sword, breathed a sigh of relief, took out a pill from his storage ring and swallowed it.
This is the healing elixir that Xia Daoyun prepared for him, and it is of fifth-grade quality.
He had only suffered some minor injuries, but taking such a precious elixir seemed like a waste of resources .
But Lu Qingshan thought again, Xia Daoyun had prepared a lot of these pills for him, and the chances of him getting hurt were rare, so it would be a waste if he didn't use them, so he decided not to be frugal.
After killing the Julu tribe's sacrificial spirit, he was not in a hurry to hunt down and eliminate the remaining Julu tribe monks.
These Julu monks were already completely disheartened at this time and had lost all desire to fight.
Lu Qingshan was suspended in the air, scanning the entire place with a cold gaze, "If Monk Julu wants to survive, get down to the ground immediately."
Lu Qingshan's tone of voice was apparently calm, with the terrifying power of first beheading the sacrificial offering and then beheading the sacrificial spirit. However, in the ears of the Julu monks, it sounded like the whisper of an evil spirit, and dozens of Julu monks immediately fell to the ground in response.
They had no choice.
The bear cultivator in front of them was so ferocious that his own priest was killed in an instant, and the priest spirit didn't last long either. They couldn't contend with such a person.
It's a losing battle, what's the point of futile resistance?
As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. Giving up resistance is the only option at the moment.
After someone took the lead, those Julu monks who were still hesitating also took it for granted: I’m not the first one to back down anyway.
Soon, dozens of monks chose to land.
Of course, there are also some tough ones.
Lu Qingshan looked at the Julu monk who was still hanging in the air, his legs trembling but gritting his teeth and refusing to land. He nodded and praised without getting angry: "You are more courageous than those people below."
whoosh!
The next moment, Lu Qingshan rushed out quickly, holding a peach blossom in his hand, and rushed to the front of the seven or eight principled Julu monks. He cut down a group of them in an instant like mowing the grass.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Since you are unwilling to land on your own, let me take you to the ground." Lu Qingshan said.
These Julu monks had turned into corpses, falling from the air and landing among the group of Julu monks on the ground.
"Brother." Lu Qingshan shouted.
The bear tribe leader in the crowd didn't react at first. He was stunned for a moment before he remembered his role and quickly responded, "Brother, I'm here!"
"Send a message to the Julu tribe, and tell the Julu tribe leader to come to Youxiong with the ransom and redeem his people if he still wants the lives of these Julu monks."
"OK……"
…
The Youxiong monks who had gone out in full force returned in full force, and their number had almost doubled - each of them had one or two Julu monks betting on them.
All the Youxiong monks who followed the expedition were a little confused.
The crisis that almost led to the extinction of the Youxiong tribe was resolved just like that?
They just followed Elder Xiong Hao and thought it would be a fierce battle. No one would even have time to warm up before taking action. How could the Julu cultivators simply give up resistance and let them do whatever they wanted as captives?
It all seemed like a dream, and they still haven't been able to react.
The only thing that is clear is that the clan leader's brother, Elder Xiong Hao, who had traveled for a hundred years before returning to the clan, must have had some adventures and possessed unimaginable strength.
As long as Elder Hao is here, no one dares to bully their Youxiong tribe.
——In the world of cultivation, whether it is the human race or the barbarian race, it is the same. A top cultivator is enough to decide everything.
Thinking of this, the Youxiong monks looked at the back of " Youxiong Hao" with a little more respect in their eyes.
Elder Hao is good in every way... except that he is too thin.
Looking at Elder Hao's figure, Monk Youxiong thought so again.
Among the barbarians, strength is considered beauty.
You have to know that their strength is so weak compared to Elder Hao, but the muscles on their bodies are bulging. Elder Hao must have suffered too much during the hundreds of years of traveling outside.
Thank you for your hard work, Elder Hao!
…
When Monk Youxiong brought the captured Monk Julu back to the tribe, Youxiong suddenly became a sea of joy. Everyone lit a bonfire, took out the homemade wine they had stored for a long time, and drank it.
They have been shrouded in the shadow of the Julu tribe for a long time, and now the clouds are finally clearing, so it is no wonder that they are so excited.
In the quiet room.
"Thank you brother for rescuing Youxiong." The Youxiong tribe leader said respectfully.
"Don't blame me for not taking you to flatten Julu and strengthen Youxiong?" Lu Qingshan asked with a smile and a meaningful tone.
"The people of the Barbarian Tribe all know the principle of eating as much as one can from the biggest bowl," said Chief Youxiong with a serious expression, "With Youxiong's current strength, I am already very lucky to be able to preserve Youxiong's foundation."
Lu Qingshan nodded, and was quite satisfied with the bear chief's visit.
"Since I've helped you solve the problem of Julu," Lu Qingshan casually threw out a crystal card and said calmly, "You must do what you promised before. Otherwise... what happened to the two priests will be your fate."
The bear tribe leader took the crystal card, his expression changing constantly. He was silent for a moment, then he let out a long breath and nodded slowly, saying, "I will definitely remember what my brother said."
The crystal card is a communication token.
As a condition for helping Chief Youxiong to resolve the disaster at Julu, from then on, Chief Youxiong had to act as Daxia's spy buried in the wild land, and transmit the latest intelligence from the barbarians to Shaodian in a timely manner through the communication token.
The Youxiong tribe leader felt a little bitter.
When the clan was in danger before, he could not care about many things and could only take the risk to ask for help from Shaodian of Da Xia. Now that things have taken a turn for the better, he is struggling with the forbidden act of communicating with the human race.
But no matter how conflicted he was, he didn't dare to regret it.
…
The second day.
"The sacrificial spirit is dead." The chief of the Youxiong tribe brought big news to Lu Qingshan.
"Just bury it properly." Lu Qingshan was not surprised. The injuries suffered by the bear tribe's sacrificial spirit were indeed too serious.
"After some time, it will be the day for our barbarian tribe to worship their ancestors." Chief Youxiong said again.
"The day of ancestor worship?" Lu Qingshan raised his eyebrows. Knowing that this was the most important ceremony for the barbarians, he suddenly became interested and asked, "Tell me more about this ancestor worship."
The day of ancestor worship is the most important event for the thousands of barbarians in the wild land.
Because on the day of ancestor worship, in addition to the ceremony of worshiping the Barbarian Ancestor, there is also the Dragon Gate Challenge, which is the most important for all major clans.
The Longmen Challenge, which competes for a place in the Longmen, is held every twenty years. The time is not fixed on a certain day, but is generally within a certain range.
Lu Qingshan just happened to arrive in time for the barbarians' ancestor worship ceremony.
The places to enter Longmen are extremely precious. Apart from the top five clans of the Barbarians, each of which has five fixed places, which of the other small and medium clans is qualified to occupy a place all the time?
This kind of competition for resources cannot be resolved by words alone. The simplest and most convincing way is to determine the winner with fists.
In order to ensure that the strength of the barbarians is not wasted in internal strife and to allow each clan to have a chance to obtain a dragon quota, the barbarian Great Dream Wizard decided that the person who would throw the punch would be a young monk from each clan.
To put it in a small sense, a place in the Dragon Gate only provides an opportunity for the demon beasts of each clan to make a leap forward. To put it in a big sense, it is related to the rise and fall of the clan.
Therefore, whether it is the barbarians or the sacrificial spirits, they all attach great importance to the Longmen challenge.
“At that time, thousands of clan leaders will bring the most outstanding young members of the clan to the ancestral land with the sacrificial spirit.” Chief Youxiong introduced: “That scene is unimaginable!”
"Will all the clans go to the spirit worship ceremony?" Lu Qingshan, who had not taken it seriously at first, suddenly brightened up his eyes and asked hurriedly.
"All clans that participate in the ancestor worship ceremony will go together to worship the spirits. Only a very small number of clans are unable to participate due to some special circumstances and will be left out." Chief Youxiong thought for a moment and said affirmatively.
Lu Qingshan's mind suddenly became active.
He has already mastered the secret of sword energy transforming into shape, but in order to truly reach the realm of sword energy transforming into shape, there is still a very important process to go through.
That is to observe all beasts and find the ferocious beast that best suits your temperament.
Then, get its meaning, and finally transform it into form.
On this ancestor worship day, according to the chief of the Youxiong tribe, all the major clans will be present to worship the ancestors, and there will definitely be a great frenzy of animals.
Isn't it suitable for observing all kinds of beasts?
This is the precious place where his sword energy takes shape!
"Is the Youxiong tribe prepared to participate in this ancestor worship ceremony?" Lu Qingshan asked.
"We won't go this time," Chief Youxiong shook his head, "We are in a special situation now."
"Go." Lu Qingshan said lightly.
The Youxiong tribe leader looked at Lu Qingshan in surprise, obviously not understanding why Lu Qingshan suddenly intervened in this matter.
Moreover, he was somewhat conflicted and hesitant about Lu Qingshan's decision, and was hesitant to speak.
"What's the matter? Is there any problem?" Lu Qingshan asked.
The Youxiong tribe leader gritted his teeth and said the truth, "But, the Lord of Sacrificial Spirits just passed away, and we the Youxiong don't have a Sacrificial Spirit now... so we can't participate in this ancestor worship."
"If there is no sacrificial spirit, then go and make a pact with a new sacrificial spirit," Lu Qingshan taught, "How can a clan live without a sacrificial spirit for a day?"
"But... we have bears now. Not only do we not have sacrificial spirits, we also don't have anyone responsible for the ceremony of forming a covenant with the sacrificial spirits..." The bear chief said cautiously.
Seeing that the bear chief was timid, Lu Qingshan didn't make things difficult for him.
He had to go to the ancestor worship ceremony, but the barbarians were so hostile to humans, and ancestor worship was so important to them that they were bound to be on high alert. He could only participate in the ceremony under the cover of his identity as a bear tribe member...
After pondering for a moment, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in Lu Qingshan's eyes, and he had an idea.
He slapped his spirit beast bag and called out the King of Western Rat.
"Let this beast temporarily serve as the sacrificial spirit of the bear tribe and participate in the ancestor worship." Lu Qingshan pointed at the confused King of the Rat West who had not figured out the situation yet.
"Rat demon...?" Looking at the Western Rat King, the Youxiong tribe leader was suddenly stunned. It was obviously difficult for him to understand how such a powerful cultivator like Lu Qingshan could have a rat demon as his pet.
He hesitated for a long time before saying to Lu Qingshan bitterly, "Brother, if we use the rat demon as a sacrifice this time, the Youxiong tribe will probably be laughed at by all the other tribes from now on... maybe we will even be called the 'Youshu tribe'..."
The barbarians, who regarded strength as beauty, obviously could not accept the idea of using a small mouse demon as the sacrificial spirit for their tribe.
Lu Qingshan was not annoyed either.
"The world of flowers and beauties is alluring, so don't pretend to be so cool in front of Master Rat!" But the little mouse demon at the side jumped up and down at this time.
Although it was not clear about the current situation, it could still hear the contempt in the bear chief's words.
The little mouse demon questioned the chief of the Youxiong tribe in dissatisfaction: "What's wrong with Youxiong? How did you lose to Youxiong? Are you looking down on Master Rat?"
"I wouldn't dare." The bear tribe leader apologized hastily.
Don’t look at the monk’s face, look at the Buddha’s face.
This is his "brother's" monster, so the bear chief can only coax it politely.
Seeing that the King of Western Rat was standing with his hands on his hips and pretending to be powerful, and looking at the Youxiong tribe leader who was obviously an eight-foot-tall man but could only apologize to the little mouse monster with sweat all over his forehead, Lu Qingshan did not make things difficult for him in the end. Instead, he sent a message to the King of Western Rat and gave him a few instructions.
When the King of Western Rat received Lu Qingshan's request, he pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, but finally nodded.
"You short-sighted and superficial fellow, just watch out for me." The King of Western Rats shouted at the Youxiong Chief.
Then, under the astonished gaze of the bear chief, the Western Rat King suddenly straightened up his body, raised his front paws high above his head, and then spun and shook them rapidly at a dazzling speed, as if he was shaking out a flower.
A red hazy light appeared and enveloped the whole body of the mouse monster. Then, the mouse monster's body expanded rapidly.
In an instant, the King of Western Rat actually transformed into a giant silver-gray tiger, whose size was only slightly smaller than the original sacrificial spirit of the bear tribe.
"It's the Qingzhou Tiger!" The Western Rat King roared at the stunned Youxiong Chief.
"Now, it is appropriate for it to temporarily serve as the sacrificial spirit of the Youxiong tribe, right?" Lu Qingshan pointed at the Western Rat King who had transformed into a tiger demon and said to the Youxiong tribe leader.
The bear leader came back to his senses, his eyes still a little dazed, but his subconscious mind quickly replied: "It's perfect, it's perfect, it couldn't be more perfect!"
"As long as it's suitable," Lu Qingshan nodded with satisfaction, "Let's get ready. We have the Bear Tribe participating in this ancestor worship!"
