Some of these runes and Dharma Laws flew like phoenixes, some were as heavy as tortoises, some were as majestic as tortoises, and some were as mighty as azure dragons!
Like a dragon, like a phoenix, like a crow, like a qilin, with iron hooks and silver strokes, it was dense and substantial.
It was filled with an ancient, profound, and obscure aura, as if it had passed through thousands of years. It was overflowing with an ancient aura and carried the boundless aura of time.
"Dao!"
"Dharma Laws, Dharma Laws. Jiang Tian only used a month to weave his own Dharma Laws! He has become a real Mortal Deity! "
Zhang Qianlei was full of amazement.
Even though he had been conceited all his life and was extremely talented.
However, he had no choice but to admit that when compared to the might of the phenomenon caused by Jiang Tian's breakthrough, he was far too inferior!
The Dharma Laws, Dharma Patterns, golden Qi pillars and cyclones waited for a quarter of an hour before gradually dissipating.
More than half of the Spirit Qi in the entire Blood Orchid Waterfall and the surrounding ten kilometers had been extracted.
Within a month, it could condense into rain and flow like a waterfall. But now, only clouds and trickles were left.
Even the remaining few Blood Orchids were a little dispirited and looked listless.
Boom! There was a sound.
The thatched hut exploded.
The first thing everyone saw was a pair of deep eyes, like a deep black hole that could connect to the outer space.
Lin Fengmian looked at it and felt as if he had fallen into it forever, so he quickly turned his head away.
Jiang Tian, who was dressed in white, flew out and sighed leisurely.
"I've been cultivating for three years. Today, I've finally reached the seventh level of Qi Refinement and entered the late-stage."
This sigh was full of hardships and perseverance.
Jiang Tian returned to Earth in March 2007, and now it was March 2010. It had already been three years.
In the past three years, he had been fighting everywhere. It wasn't easy to enter the late-stage of Qi Refinement in the Age of Doom where Spirit Qi was thin and resources were scarce. It was much faster than when he was in the outer space.
This was because he was a Celestial Lord and had accumulated a lot of experience and Divine Powers in the past ten thousand years.
If other cultivators were thrown on this dead planet with no Spirit Qi, they might not be able to reach the late-stage of Qi Refinement in their lifetime.
"What a powerful Immortal Spirit Qi! He is indeed comparable to a Human Immortal Saint! "
Zhang Qianlei moved closer to Jiang Tian and sniffed hard.
He had always been very arrogant and always put on a high and mighty attitude.
But at this moment, he wanted nothing more than to pounce on Jiang Tian and suck him a few times. He couldn't control himself at all.
It was no wonder that Zhang Qianlei was unable to control himself. There were a total of nine levels of Qi Refinement. Stepping into the seventh level was the true late-stage.
This was also the most dangerous stage before the Foundation Establishment stage. Once one stepped into this stage, they wouldn't be far from the true Foundation Establishment stage.
Only by stepping into the Foundation Establishment Stage could one lay a good foundation. Only then could one truly begin the path of Immortal cultivation and become a true Immortal cultivator.
As for those who had yet to reach the Foundation Establishment Stage, they were still mortals, ants, and dust. They were not even cultivators.
And when one reached this level of cultivation, the Immortal Qi was already dense, and there was an irresistible attraction.
"Human Immortal? Saint, when we come out, I'll kill them for you to see! "
Jiang Tian smiled faintly, brimming with confidence.
Zhang Qianlei could see that his energy and cultivation had increased, but he didn't see the phenomenal success of his Geng Metal Divine Body.
Now, he could form the Geng Metal Armor, which increased his defense power by ten times, and his control of metal elements was also more powerful.
He wouldn't be able to forcefully change the trajectory of a few cannonballs like in Japan, which would cause damage to his energy reserve.
Everything was as easy as moving his arms.
"Jiang Tian, you're finally out!"
Huang Linger's face was full of joy. When the news spread to the Kaye Tribe and the Cass Lake Camp, everyone cheered.
Needless to say, at the Cass Lake Camp.
The Chinese who were rescued to the camp heard that a martial arts master had come to Hua Xia to lead them to kill the rebel government forces and save them. They were all grateful and looked forward to seeing him.
In fact, the people of the Kaye Tribe had been hiding in a few shady caves, and most of them had escaped the massacre of the warlords.
But now, the Changshou Tribe came to apologize and said that they had received an oracle from Hua Xia's Master Kang and would never bother them again.
The people of the Kaye Tribe found it unbelievable.
Because they had seen with their own eyes how powerful Shi Lei, the Old Dragon, and Qing Linzi were.
But now, the three gods had become Jiang Tian's slaves, which showed that Jiang Tian was the real god.
"God is out!"
Now, after hearing the news that Jiang Tian had come out, the backbone of the tribes immediately came to worship Jiang Tian with tropical fruits.
The chief of the Kaye Tribe was a skinny old man.
But he was hale and hearty, and his eyes were shining. He wore a striped bedsheet and a pair of glasses, which made him look like Mahatma Gandhi.
With the support of little Arthur, the old man came before Jiang Tian and kowtowed deeply. He put his palms together and looked at Jiang Tian with reverence in his eyes. He then mumbled a lot of words in the native language.
Little Arthur translated, "The chief is thanking you for protecting the Kaye Tribe. From now on, the whole tribe will worship and pray to you as a god. And we invite you to join us for dinner! "
"Okay!"
Jiang Tian didn't want to pay attention to them, but seeing Huang Linger's eagerness, he gladly agreed.
Zhu Jiangchao said, "Why don't we call the Hua Xia people of the Golden Neng Group, they also miss you!"
Jiang Tian also didn't mind and nodded his head.
The old chief of the Kaye Tribe was immediately excited, he stood on the rock and said a lot of words.
The people of the Kaye Tribe were immediately excited, they hurriedly ran to the Kaye Tribe to prepare food and wine.
And Jiang Tian, Huang Linger, and the others, accompanied by the chief of the Kaye Tribe, slowly walked to the Kaye Tribe.
Along the way, the atmosphere was very harmonious. Little Arthur followed closely behind Jiang Tian and dutifully translated.
On the way, a group of monkeys climbed out of the forest, when they saw Jiang Tian and the others, they immediately roared angrily and bared their teeth.
"These monkeys don't seem to be friendly to us!" Huang Linger said thoughtfully.
Yuan Kexin covered her mouth and laughed, "Miss Huang, you will know the reason later!"
Listening to the introduction of the Kaye Tribe's chief, they walked for an hour and arrived at the Kaye Tribe.
The Kaye Tribe occupied a large area by the Kas Lake, eight to nine kilometres in radius, with four to five villages scattered around.
Jiang Tian came to the largest village, but the buildings here were much more primitive than the Changshou Tribe.
The round houses were built with pebbles and red soil, covered with banana leaves and grass, and the better ones had iron roofs.
The red road was very muddy, there were some chickens foraging for food, and hunting dogs running around.
Although the living environment was bad, the scenery was beautiful.
The night sky of Africa was almost transparent, it was like a sapphire sprinkled with gold and silver powder, and the stars in the sky seemed to be within reach.
The Kas Lake in the distance reflected the moonlight and the stars in the sky. In the dense forest, the chirping of insects and birds could be heard. The night in Africa was very beautiful!
"The roads are crisscrossing, and the chickens and dogs are chatting. This is really a paradise on earth!"
Lin Fengmian looked around and sighed leisurely.
"Paradise my ass, this is hell on earth!" Zhang Qianlei glared and said angrily.
Since he came to Sodoni, he had seen too many ugly things. The government controlled the warlords, and the warlords slaughtered civilians, carried out genocide policies, burned and robbed everywhere, and there were diseases and plagues everywhere. This made him hate the imperialists, the government, and the warlords.
"Celestial Master Zhang is right. It's better to be a dog in peace than a man in chaos!" Lin Fengmian quickly smiled.
When they came to the square in the middle of the village, they saw a group of Kaye Tribe people dancing around a bonfire. There were also people beating African drums.
"Is there a festival today?" Huang Linger asked.
"The people of Africa are naturally optimistic. As long as there is a bonfire, they can sing and dance. They dance almost every day!"
Yuan Kexin explained, "But Master Kang is here today, so there are more of them!"
Jiang Tian walked to the square, and Little Arthur followed closely behind. He was like a competent follower of Jiang Tian.
The chief shouted loudly.
Suddenly, everyone stopped dancing and ran to Jiang Tian. They all kowtowed and prayed in their native language. Their eyes were full of fear, respect, and gratitude. There was even a sense of holiness.
"I'm still far from being a real god!" Jiang Tian was helpless, but he could only let it be.
After the chief spoke, the black people became lively again. They ran into the mud houses and took out simple black pottery jars. The old African women took out all kinds of food, and the children and hounds ran around excitedly.
Several respected priests and the like, holding crutches, warmly invited Jiang Tian to take a seat.
Jiang Tian found that these black people were actually more civilized than he had imagined.
Except for some old people who were still wrapped in sheets and wrapped in banana leaves, most of the young people were wearing clothes made in Hua Xia. There were all kinds of clothes, most of them were colorful fiber products.
Several trendy black youths were wearing shirts with the words "Meteor Garden" printed on them. Four beautiful Asian boys were posing on them. It turned out that those outdated clothes were dumped here.
When the backbone of the medical team and the Chinese refugees arrived, a warm and grand banquet began.
The black people and Zhu Jiangchao of the medical team knew each other. When they saw them coming, they immediately pulled them around the bonfire and danced a passionate African dance called the "Head Dance".
The strong African man quickly beat the African war drum and wildly brandished his spear. His whole body shook rhythmically as he made all kinds of assassination postures. His mouth let out a roar.
Huang Linger noticed that the leader of the soldiers seemed to be holding a real head.
Several black African women walked to Jiang Tian, knelt down, and respectfully presented a clay jar.
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