Climbing the rooftop.

"The people of Ziwei Sect obeyed the orders. Li Rui, a 23rd generation disciple, has outstanding martial arts cultivation, both talent and virtue, and a pure and good character. The Lord of the Palace appointed him as the new leader of Ziwei Sect and succeeded immediately." Ye Qingyu's soul power spread throughout Ziling Mountain, and his unquestionable majesty and shock sound echoed in the mountains.

The world is silent.

Not only the people standing in the square, but also the sounds of spiritual beasts and birds deep in the mountains, all stopped abruptly.

At that moment, all living beings felt the mighty momentum of a god coming to the world and the crowd kneeling down. No living beings dared to make any movement in this world, only trembling, awe and surrender. 》♂♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》♂》

Li Rui, who was beside him, pursed his lips tightly.

The boy seemed to do his best to restrain his body's trembling and fear.

The hesitation and worry in his eyes were almost turning into irrepressible tears.

He felt countless gazes covering him. The masters of these gazes were the objects he needed to look up and bow his head on weekdays. At this time, these gazes were filled with envy, shock, and jealousy. They had never seen such a scene in their lifetime, never stood in front of everyone, became the center of attention, and never thought of inheriting the leader of a sect.

All of this was brought to you by the supreme god of war beside you, the idol he worshiped.

Li Rui gasped excitedly, couldn't help but feel grateful in his heart.

His eyes were slightly red and his eyes became moist.

Ye Qingyu turned his head to look at Li Rui, with a serious and solemn expression, and said softly, "I have taken you up to you by Dengyuntai, but whether the people in Ziwei Sect can obey and believe you still need to rely on yourself. There are still many difficult matters in the sect waiting for you to deal with. Your shoulders must become hard and firm today. Only in this way can we revitalize Ziwei Sect and live up to the reputation of Ziwei!"

Then his palm flipped, and a jade ring with a bright white light appeared on the palm of his hand.

"There is a sword technique here, called the Four Styles of Peerless Generals. It was the sword technique I used on Qingfeng and Drizzle Tower that day. It is very suitable for your cultivation and mentality and martial arts. I hope you can make good use of it. Next time I meet, I look forward to you playing with me again with the confidence of the leader of the sect."

Speaking of this, Ye Qingyu patted the young man Li Rui's thin shoulders.

The next moment, his body flashed slightly, turned into a mist and disappeared from the spot.

Li Rui looked at the faint light that was passing through the sky, and looked down at the audience and still looked at his thousands of gazes.

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He tightly held the jade ring in his palm that was a little warm, as if it could bring him infinite courage and confidence. He opened his eyes again, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

It is a kind of light of rebirth, confidence, firmness, fearlessness.

It seemed that at this moment, he finally opened up all his might, his timidity faded, and the world was vast.

The figure of this thin boy gradually became tall and straight.

On the square of Ziwei Hall.

The charming woman Nanhua looked at the figure of the boy climbing the cloud platform in the distance, and the scene of him saving herself in Qingfeng and Yuyu Tower appeared in her mind.

At that moment, she seemed to have a new understanding of what people gained and what they value.

...

Above the sky.

Ye Qingyu returned to the Temple of Light.

When he went to Ziwei Sect today, it was not because he was moved for a moment, but had planned it long ago.

After leaving Youyan Pass, Ye Qingyu first entered the Snow King's Court, then went to Ziwei Sect, and then visited the three sects and three sects, the Baishan Black Water Barbarians, the Dasha Barbarians and the southern water demons. This is the real patrol of the world.

If he wants to completely eliminate all hidden dangers, whether it is a sect or a foreign royal court, he must surrender to Yu Xiaoxing's throne. The Tianhuang Realm must be a unified realm to welcome the ratings from the realm alliance.

"The next stop is the White Mountain Black Water Barbarian Demon Court."

Ye Qingyu stood at the entrance of the Temple of Light.

My thoughts turn, I communicate with the little silver dragon, and the Temple of Light travels through time and space, instantly crossing thousands of mountains and rivers.

After one breath.

The Temple of Light came to a primitive snow-covered forest with surging snow and turbulent trees.

Various ancient trees and strange trees stand between the snow peaks with jade piles, like an endless ocean of jade.

From a distance, the snow peaks and the sky blend into one color, as if a snow mist dragon that looked proudly at the sky was slowly swimming on the undulating forests and mountains.

Between these snowy ridges, a majestic palace towering into the clouds and standing on the top of the mountain. It is like a place of gods and demons, magnificent and grand. It is the [Obsidiary Temple] where the Barbarian Kings of the White Mountain Black Water Barbarians lived.

Around the palace, light golden runes totems are pasted on its walls.

The walls are faintly filled with black and gold luster, dyeing a vast cloud and mist into ink gold, like a constantly changing ink painting.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

Three consecutive sounds of magnificent momentum, and the sound of drums that resounded through the sky suddenly rang out from the sacrificial altar in front of the Obsidian Temple.

Seventeen barbarian warriors holding animal bones and burly bodies stood on the altar made of skeletons surrounded by clouds and mist.

Behind them, there were seventeen giant round drums with a diameter of ten meters and sewn from the entire animal skin.

Between the snowy ridges of Linfeng, light golden light curtains, rune formations dancing in the wind like gauze curtains, suddenly retreated layer by layer to the bottom of the forest, with clear trajectory and orderly staggered.

The Temple of Light walked forward, passed through several snow peaks, and finally stopped in the air in front of the Black Palace.

at the same time.

A silver-white tailed light and shadow emerged from the Temple of Light.

Ye Qingyu entered the palace of the Barbarian King.

In the white shirt, he entered the temple and saw the Barbarian King alone.

Hearing the sound of drums, the major barbarian soldiers and tribal leaders gathered in front of the Obsidian Temple were staring at the close-knit gate of the temple, showing a look of extreme curiosity and shock.

"It is the temple of light for the human race."

"It's been around for many years, it's coming again..."

"Why did the human race come here suddenly?"

"Why did the great barbarian king summon this human race alone?"

"Is this new human palace master who overestimates himself planning to challenge the Barbarian King?"

Since the white-shirted human race entered, the Obsidian Temple where all the ban runes were opened has been silent, and no power or breath has even been transmitted, presenting an extremely strange silence.

Half a day later.

White shirt out.

The gate of Obsidian Temple opened. The barbarians who had been waiting for a long time saw an extreme silver light suddenly appearing out of nowhere in the gate of the hall. In the silver light, a white dress was like snow and black hair like a waterfall. Even between the hair, there seemed to be endless silver light flowing figures, which appeared against the light.

surprise.

Shocked.

The barbarians felt incredible about the man in front of them who did not look like a human, but more like a god.

At this moment, this young human race clearly did not reveal any power, so why did it subconsciously have the illusion of wanting to surrender to him?

For a moment, no one dared to speak.

In front of the temple.

Jin Yu, the commander of the Aogu Berserker, who was burly and covered with bearskin cloak, ignored the surprise and shock of the tribesmen, and personally led the way for the white-shirted human race, headed the east and landed in front of the Witch Temple.

The barbarians are a race that combines royal power and sect power. In addition to the barbarian kings who are in charge of the palace, the high priest in the Witch Temple is also one of the leaders of the barbarians.

Ye Qingyu entered the Witch Temple.

With only one person in white shirt, he entered the Witch Temple again.

The barbarian soldiers and tribal leaders who rushed to the Witch God Temple all showed a look of horror. Some tribal leaders stood outside the hall to reprimand.

"It's a great humiliation. How can the human race enter the Witch Temple!"

"Sir Witch God, let the filthy human body leave the temple!"

"The human race can actually enter the Obsidian Temple and the Witch Temple one after another. Who is he..."

The Witch Temple, as the temple for the White Mountain Black Water Barbarians to worship gods and ancestors, has always been a high priest assigned by the gods of all generations. This temple with thousands of years of history is the purest place between heaven and earth believed by the barbarians.

Now this place is actually polluted by the flesh and blood of other races, and the resentment of the barbarians gathered outside the temple is getting higher and higher.

The heads of several tribes could not contain their anger and walked towards the temple.

Just then

Long!

rumble!!!

A wave of extremely terrifying and weird power fluctuations came from the Witch Temple, shocking the world.

The black witch fires surrounding the Witch God Temple were rising and rising, and the shapes of various primitive ancient beasts were constantly changing.

And there was another formation coming from the temple, which was enough to change the color of the wind and clouds, like the power of vitality rushing in the storm.

This surging and majestic power of vitality was like a hurricane wind, sweeping towards the barbarian territory. The barbarians who were originally watching, shouting and questioning suddenly looked horrified and trembling, and they all showed extremely shocked and terrified expressions.

At this moment, all the debate suddenly stopped.

Among the entire barbarians, there is only the invisible pressure of gods, covering the entire snowy ridge, and the body and mind of each barbarians are filled with extreme fear.
To be continued...