Chapter 315: The First God of War, Tuojun!
Under the barbarian's feet.
The pool of blood-red liquid rolled continuously, and endless fiery intent continued to rise, which was mixed with a strong vitality.
"Forget it."
"Since it is in the east."
"It must be related to the Great Yan Dynasty!"
He thought for a moment.
A strong blood and qi power rose from his body, and his figure shook, and he escaped from the mountain pass in an instant and came to the outside.
The place where this strange peak is located is a secret place of the Temple of War God. Not only is it rich in spiritual energy, but also because of the pool of red liquid, even the ground here is faintly red and fiery. It is an excellent place for tempering the body. It is a holy place for cultivation specially selected by the Temple of War God for those war gods and their candidates.
That pool of red liquid.
It is a treasure among treasures.
But after he occupied it a year ago, no one dared to enter it casually.
"Huh?"
Suddenly.
He stopped and looked not far away.
"Sangge?"
"What are you doing here?"
The voice fell.
A young barbarian fell in front of him. He was not wearing armor and had no gold rings on his arms, but his cultivation was at the half-step transcendental realm.
It was the Sangge he mentioned.
"Tuojun?"
Sangge glanced at him and raised his eyebrows.
"You came out so soon. I thought you were going to stay in there for ten or eight years. What? Did you sense that your people were robbed?"
"Humph!"
Tuojun had no expression on his face.
"My business is not your turn to take care of it!"
"It's you, on the contrary."
He glanced at him.
"If you don't want to go to the battlefield and don't want to be the second god of war, then what's the point of you staying here?"
"Wait until I reach the transcendental realm."
Sangge stared at him.
"Of course I will fight that woman and take her life. As for the second god of war... I'm not interested in being the second. If I want to be, I'll be the first!"
"What a pity."
Tuojun sneered.
"With me here, you can only be the second forever!"
"It's all the Dao bell ringing nine times!"
Sangge's face was slightly cold.
"It's too early to draw a conclusion about who will make it to the end! You wasted a year trying to comprehend the human calamity by force. Now, my cultivation has surpassed yours. It won't be long before I will completely enter the extraordinary realm! When that time comes, you will be the one to catch up!"
"Sangge."
Tuo Jun stared at him.
"Remember one thing!"
"You can cause the Dao Bell to ring nine times because your potential is only nine times. My nine times is because the Dao Bell can only ring nine times. Do you understand?"
"In the end!"
His tone gradually became unfriendly.
"My War God Temple does not support idle people! And I prefer Batu, who is obedient, to you..."
"Batu?"
Sangge's face was gloomy.
"He died a long time ago!"
"What did you say!"
"Not only him, but the war gods ranked behind you were all killed on the battlefield. Their heads...are still hanging outside the Great Yan military camp! It is also because of these rubbish that my barbarian army suffered an unprecedented defeat, and the Great Yan border army chased and killed them for hundreds of miles!"
"..."
Tuo Jun did not speak.
The blood and qi power was steaming from the red armor, and even the space was twisted.
Boom!
Suddenly.
The blood and qi power in his body exploded instantly, destroying the surrounding environment beyond recognition!
"Sure enough!"
His grim voice came in the smoke and dust.
"They are all a bunch of trash!"
...
A hundred miles away.
A huge building covering a large area is located here, which is made of unknown black stones with blood-colored patterns. It is rough and domineering, and majestic in its barbarity, showing the consistent style of the barbarians, which is completely different from the East Wilderness.
The faces of the barbarians who came and went.
They were all respectful and fanatical.
This place.
But it is the most sacred and core place of the Northern Barbarians.
The Temple of the God of War!
"What do you think?"
"I have never heard of or seen this elixir!"
"With this elixir, it is no wonder that the Great Yan Border Army has increased its combat power by several times. If we want to control them in the future like we did before, it will be difficult!"
"..."
In a palace.
Seven barbarians frowned and discussed non-stop.
They were the seven barbarian saints who fought against the Yan Emperor and the War King that day. While serving as the seven elders of the War God Temple, they also controlled the seven largest tribes in the Northern Territory. They were powerful and majestic, second only to the mysterious temple master.
In front of the few people.
Three elixirs were quietly suspended.
Ningbi Dan, Yimu Dan, Miaoqing Dan, but they were obtained by the barbarians on the battlefield.
"The issue of elixirs is secondary."
The elder spoke slowly.
"The most important thing now is how to restore the reputation of my War God Temple!"
"Yes."
The third elder nodded.
"We can still suppress the impact of this defeat, but if there is a next time... the Palace Master will punish us, and the foundation and reputation accumulated by our War God Palace for countless years will also be greatly affected!"
"Restore our reputation."
The fourth elder said in a cold tone.
"The best way is to cut that kid into pieces in front of everyone!"
As he was speaking.
A respectful voice came from outside.
"Elders, the First War God wants to see you!"
Tuo Jun!
A few people were delighted.
He came out of seclusion?
Soon, Tuojun arrived at the deepest part of the War God Temple and met seven people.
"Greetings, elder!"
He crossed his right fist across his chest.
He performed a unique etiquette of the barbarians.
"Alas."
The elder sighed.
"Have you heard about everything?"
"Yes!"
Tuojun nodded, a cold light flashed in his red eyes.
He had heard about what happened on the way.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
The War God of the War God Temple was slaughtered twice and his head was hung up. Even the tragic defeat of the barbarians half a month ago was related to this person!
And!
The person who did this.
It turned out not to be Feng Xi, but a suddenly appeared, unknown origin Yukong realm cultivator!
Shame!
Great shame!
"With you here, we don't have to worry so much."
"Don't worry, elder."
Tuojun clenched his fists, snapping.
"What this man did is the mortal enemy of our Barbarians. We, Tuojun, will kill him!"
Hearing this.
The seven people were relieved.
Tuojun.
The Dao bell rang nine times.
Born with the Xuanyang Red Gold Body, the first pride of the Barbarians, the pride of the War God Temple, and the younger generation they are most optimistic about, he has cultivated the two extreme realms of Condensation and Opening the Acupoints as a physical cultivator. In terms of aptitude, endowment and character, he is much better than the previous first war god.
"Ahem..."
At this moment.
A light cough came from an unknown place.
"Greetings, Palace Master!"
Instantly.
Whether it was the seven elders or Tuojun, they all crossed their hands across their chests and bowed.
"Tuojun."
The voice seemed a little weak.
"Have you gained anything after a year of seclusion?"
"Yes!"
Tuojun nodded.
"I have sensed my human calamity, it is in the east! There is a 90% probability that it is in the Great Yan Dynasty!"
"This..."
The seven people frowned.
They actually didn't want Tuojun to go through this human tribulation. It was said that there was no chance of survival, but it was definitely not a joke. Even though they were in the Saint Realm, they had never seen a precedent of successfully going through a human tribulation.
"East."
The voice was silent for a moment, with some emotion.
"Who could it be?"
"According to my inference."
Tuojun was calm.
"My human tribulation should be related to killing and fighting. It is likely... that Feng Xi!"
What!
The seven people felt depressed.
If Tuojun's human tribulation was really Feng Xi, then they would stop him from going through the tribulation no matter what. Tuojun would not go through the tribulation against Feng Xi, but would really go to die!
"She?"
How could I know.
The voice smiled.
"She has been at the border for more than ten years. If it was really her, you would have sensed it long ago, and would not have waited until today."
"Palace Master."
Tuojun was a little dissatisfied.
"Besides her, is there anyone in the younger generation of the Great Yan Dynasty who can be compared with me?"
"Forget it."
The figure did not refute him.
"The human calamity is a matter of destiny, and even I cannot interfere. Since you insist on going through it, then go by yourself. Just one thing, don't forget your responsibility as the first war god, understand?"
"Yes!"
Tuo Jun bowed again.
"I will repay them a hundredfold for the previous humiliation!"
...
More than ten miles behind the War God Temple.
It is a quiet and elegant valley.
This is the forbidden area of the War God Temple and the forbidden area of the entire Northern Territory. Except for the seven elders who occasionally have the honor to come in once, the rest of the people, even the war gods of all generations, have never set foot here!
In the valley.
A simple thatched cottage was built.
In front of the cottage is a small pond about one foot in radius, but the water in the pond is a little turbid. If you look closely, it is not difficult to find a green dragon about a foot long coiled in the water.
But.
The green dragon looked listless.
And the whole body was constantly emitting a sense of decay, and the water in the pond became more and more turbid under the influence of this sense of decay.
On the edge of the pond.
There stood a middle-aged man, dressed in green, with an elegant temperament, but with a faint gloom on his face.
This man.
Naturally, he was the master of the War God Temple.
Because he rarely appeared.
Except for a few high-ranking people in the War God Temple, the other barbarians would never have thought that the leader of the barbarians, the actual commander of the Northern Territory, was not a barbarian at all!
"This pill is really good."
He lowered his head and looked at his palm.
Three pills lay quietly in his palm.
"Why did these pills suddenly appear in the Great Yan Army? Could it be... brought by that kid?"
"Yuntian."
His eyes turned.
And fell on the green dragon in the pond again.
"Why is it that every time you are at your wit's end, there are always variables that help you? After fighting for so many years, my patience and time are really running out. You have to make a choice quickly!"
...
Half a month.
Under the training of Doctor Xue and Dean Liu, the skills of those casual alchemists have become more and more sophisticated. The production of the three kinds of elixirs, Ningbi Dan, has also increased from seven days to five days.
As time goes by.
This interval will be shorter.
And the invisible strength of the Great Yan Border Army is more than several times higher than before, and the gap with the strength of the barbarians is getting smaller and smaller.
Elixir.
In addition to Gu Han's feat.
For a while.
Countless border troops were confident and eager to fight a few more tough battles with the barbarians.
And the great hero who caused all this.
Gu Han.
But he almost tortured himself to death.
