But after the words fell, several heaven-level old snakes said: "Zun Zun, clan leader, wait a minute."

Three old men in their twilight years called out to the three Golden Immortal Venerables. They did not call them clan elders, only venerable ones. That was because they were members of the same generation as the Golden Immortal Venerables and had transcendent qualifications.

Granny Hua Geng's eyes flashed and she said with a smile, "What do you think?"

One of the old men with almost no hair spoke tremblingly: "Clan Chief, what the clan members were discussing privately just now is indeed true. Although Qing Ling is an innate god, it is indeed unlucky for us in Xishan. The Holy Son and Saint Daughter

The ministry is of great importance, so please give it some thought."

After saying that, the old man turned to Qing Ling and said: "Qing Ling, don't hold grudges in your heart. After all, this is related to the propagation of the clan for generations. We, the dying seniors, have their whole lives entrusted to the clan.

, even if you speak harshly, don’t create a gap for it.”

Qing Ling hurriedly smiled and said: "The words of the elders are indeed reasonable. You are all thinking about the clan, the clan and Xishan, and you have worked hard and dedicated your life. Qing Ling only has admiration and has no other intentions."

He opened his mouth and spoke a few words of praise, which made several elders in the clan feel relieved and their faces became much kinder.

Yi and Wei on the side both knew that if it hadn't been for this rumor, they would never be as noble as Qing Ling, the innate god.

However, the two of them still did not give up. Each of them had their own pursuit and would not give up until the last moment.

Although Qing Ling calmed down the atmosphere with some compliments to some old snakes, many members of the clan still doubted him. After all, many of their relatives died in the War of Ten Thousand Beasts, so they would inevitably feel disheartened by the rumors.

produce defects.

But there are more than a hundred earth-level clansmen who are still full of respect for him. The name of the Spring God is engraved in their hearts. It has taken root and sprouted for 30,000 years. Now it has become a towering tree. He can be regarded as having a group of loyal and loyal people.

Pious people.

Just as Qing Ling was about to speak again, Ke on the side said: "Fellow compatriots, please listen to what Ke has to say."

Everyone present looked at Ke, who had a cool and untainted temperament.

Granny Hua Geng nodded and said, "You tell me."

Ke bowed and said: "It is true that the evidence for the previous rumors among the clan is solid, but if it weren't for the fact that the Chili clan elders went out because of the Qing Ling Breaking Heaven Level, how could we have the opportunity to break through to the late Golden Immortal Stage?

The reason why the four surrounding tribes are afraid of my tribe is because Qing Ling used the power of the God of Spring to incubate all the snakes in Xishan. It took 30,000 years to summon spring and drive away winter before our Xishan became stronger and stronger. For this reason, the four surrounding tribes were afraid of our tribe.

Invasion, instead of looking down upon our people for massacre!

What's more, Qing Ling alone guarded the eastern border, slaughtered the Ten Heavenly Orders, and retreated the Lizard Clan army. He single-handedly destroyed the eastern battlefield. Otherwise, Xishan would not be fighting on two sides but would be surrounded on three sides!

Moreover, since Qing Ling was born in the clan and grew up in Xishan, none of the previous patriarchs of Shuyuanhui had broken through Taiyi. Since his birth, he was only over 30,000 years old, and two of the Golden Immortal Venerables in the clan had broken through.

It is rumored by all races that the innate gods have extraordinary great luck. They live in a place called a blessed place, a mountain in a mountain is called a fairy mountain, and a lake in the lake is called a spiritual lake. They have great luck that can turn disaster into good luck! Thousands of tribes in the entire Eastern Wilderness have never heard of it.

An innate god was born, and only the Great Luo Ancestor from the Dragon Clan in the East China Sea has an innate god to intimidate all races and rule the eight wastelands!"

Ke, who has always been taciturn, said so many words in one breath today, and what shocked the hearts of the tribe was Ke's last words. The Dragon Clan has an innate spirit, Patriarch Da Luo, to intimidate all races and rule the eight wastelands!

The hearts of each clan member in the clan jumped faster. They looked at Qing Ling at this moment with awe in their eyes. After all, they may never say the four words Daluo Jinxian in their lives, but now the Qing Ling in front of them

There may be a wisp of spirit, and even if there is one in a thousand chances of becoming a Daluo, it is enough to shock their hearts!

Qing Ling, who was attracted by the clan members, could only smile lightly and said: "Sister Ke clan thinks highly of me too much. Qing Ling does not have such great ability."

After those late old snakes were shocked, they raised their heads with great effort and asked Granny Hua Geng, "Clan leader, what Ke Yatou said..."

"That's right!" Granny Hua Geng just said these two words calmly. The old man named Luo and several other old men were all trembling, and then said: "We will petition to respect Qingling as the holy son of our clan!

"

After the words fell, Ke Ye bent down and said: "We will petition to respect Qingling as the holy son of our clan!"

Du on the side quickly pulled Qi who was still confused, bent down and shouted loudly: "We are waiting to petition and respect Qingling as the holy son of our clan!"

As soon as these words came out, hundreds of earth-level tribesmen bent down and worshiped: "We are petitioning to respect Qingling as the holy son of our tribe!"

As the shouts spread, the other heavenly and earthly clansmen began to take advantage of the situation. Only after clearing the clouds did they realize the dignity and cherishment of the innate gods.

Even Xi and Gai stepped back, bent down to petition, and expressed their sincere admiration.

This is the cohesion of a ethnic group. There are thousands of people with thousands of faces, and there are bound to be differences and entanglements. But on major issues involving the interests of the ethnic group, everyone is of one mind, and all snakes are of one mind!

Qing Ling faced the clan members who were all bowing down. She could neither stand nor bow. For a moment, she could only look at Granny Hua Geng.

Granny Hua Geng, who was standing at the top, looked at each other with Venerable Chun and Venerable Chili and smiled. With the name of the Holy Son, she no longer has to worry about this innate god running away!

Granny Hua Geng stepped forward and said: "Okay! Since all the people in the tribe are united in petitioning, let's ask the big beast of fortune-telling to fortune-tell the Holy Son!"

After the words fell, Granny Hua Geng gently raised the Mysterious Staff of Ten Thousand Snakes in her hand and moved it to the ground. A mysterious ripple spread out, and all the snakes present felt a sense of surrender.

The next moment, the ancient Zhanmu snake sleeping cross-legged on the giant tree on the mountainside of Taichong Peak suddenly understood what Granny Hua Geng was saying.

The big wood-divining beast raised its voice and preached: "Chief Hua Geng, this snake, Qing Ling, has been possessed by me nine times, and nine fortunes are good. The fortune is only inferior to that of Patriarch Tai Geng!"

Qing Ling was stunned, this sneaky lazy snake would spend nine times for him?

As soon as the big beast Zhan Mu said these words, Granny Hua Geng's eyes flashed with surprise, and Venerable Chili put his palms in his hands and laughed and said: "Okay, okay! How wonderful! God wants me, Xishan, to rise again! The blessings of our ancestors are blessed.

!”

All the tribesmen in the cave then shouted: "Heaven wishes to bring blessings to my ancestors in Xishan!"

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When Qing Ling returned to Baichun Valley, the weirdness in his heart had not dissipated. No matter how he looked at today's incident, he had a strange feeling. It felt like he had been tied to a pirate ship!

Qing Ling was not surprised that Ke helped him out of trouble. After all, if he became the Holy Son, his bright appearance would just cover up her excellence for her!

Because the innate gods have the divine personality of heaven and earth to protect the soul, they cannot be enslaved, but the ancient alien species can be enslaved by the great power of the Great Luo Jinxian, plant Taoist prohibitions, and even directly refine the bodies of the ancient alien species into countless puppets.

Hiding her heels for herself, for the future of Xishan, and perhaps for the sake of Qingling.

Qing Ling has become the holy son of the Xishan Snake Clan! He will be recognized by the soul of his ancestors, be in harmony with the destiny of the Xishan Clan, perform holy sacrifices, honor the power of the holy son, and obtain the protection of the twelve orders of the Dragon Clan...
Chapter completed!