The body of the Yankang National Preceptor trembled slightly.
"What you want to do is too big and the road ahead is full of thorns. My lifespan is almost up and I can't help you anymore. You can only rely on yourself."
The young patriarch smiled, "Go back."
The Yankang National Preceptor bowed to the ground, "Thank you Dao friend for your support in this half of my life!"
The young patriarch returned the greeting, "Since we are on the same path, we should naturally support each other."
The Yankang National Preceptor turned around and left. His clothes fluttered in the wind as he disappeared into the vast sea of people in the capital city.
The young patriarch rose and called Elder of Discipline over, "Let's go, it's time for Young Cult Master to ascend the throne."
At the borders of the Great Wall, Chancellor Ba Shan had a gloomy expression as he brought Qin Mu and Ling Yuxiu into the barbarian stronghold. He was feeling very unhappy. When the barbarian general saw them returning, his expression changed slightly and went forward, "Martial Khan, the sacred ground has orders, if we meet you, we are not to let you come out of seclusion!"
Chancellor Ba Shan's gaze turned awe-inspiring as he said coldly, "You want to die?"
The barbarian general shuddered and looked around. Chancellor Ba Shan swept a glance at the surrounding military generals and said coldly, "You all want to die?"
The barbarian general braced himself and said, "Open the door!"
The door opened and Chancellor Ba Shan rode the bull out of the pass.
Qin Mu turned his head back to take a look and saw a young barbarian practicing his fists on the city gate tower. He couldn't help exclaiming in surprise when he saw that. When the barbarian youth saw someone peeking, he immediately stopped his practice and looked down.
"This youth is very strong, his foundation is extremely solid." Qin Mu praised.
The youth looked over and his eyes shone brilliantly as he shouted, "Martial Khan! I'm called Pangong Tso, the youngest son of the King of the Prairie. In the future, I will definitely be able to defeat Martial Khan and become the overlord of the prairie! "
Chancellor Ba Shan turned his head back and sized up the young barbarian before praising, "You have ambition, continue to practice. You are a seedling with a good foundation. Execute another set of fists and let me see! "
Pangong Tso executed another set of fist skills, and Chancellor Ba Shan said to Qin Mu, "This child's fist skills are wide open and his strength is much fiercer than the others. His body's aptitude is very special, and he will definitely become a great talent in the future."
Qin Mu nodded. Even with the same moves and the same level of cultivation, some people's punches were stronger than others. This was natural talent. Others could only envy it.
"How rare. As long as he doesn't die, he will become a famous figure on the grassland."
They walked toward Qingmen Pass, and Pangong Tso received Chancellor Ba Shan's praise. His spirit was roused, and he cultivated even harder. Not long after, a golden light flashed in the sky, and a shaman king descended. His face was gloomy, and he called over the general and said, "You let Martial Khan out?"
The general braced himself and said, "The Martial Khan's divine might is boundless, how would we dare to stop you? If we try to stop him by force, I'm afraid that the soldiers at the border will suffer heavy casualties, and it will be difficult to stop Yankang's army. "
That shaman king gave a cold snort and was about to fly into a rage when he suddenly saw Pangong Tso who was practicing his fist skills on the city gate tower. He was surprised and delighted, and he pointed at Pangong Tso. "Whose child is that?"
"The youngest son of my Barbarian Di Empire's Great Khan, Prince Pangong Tso."
That shaman king revealed a smile and stretched out his hand to grab from afar. Pangong Tso flew over involuntarily and landed in front of him.
"Good aptitude, it's that kind of special constitution that Grand Shaman is looking for!"
That shaman king sized him up and revealed a look of praise. "Grand Shaman ordered me to find Sacred Child of Reincarnation, and I've finally found him! Pangong Tso, follow me! "
The general was astonished and wanted to stop him, but that shaman king had already transformed into a golden light and brought Pangong Tso far away.
When he brought Pangong Tso back to the Golden Palace of Loulan and sent this little prince in front of Grand Shaman, Grand Shaman couldn't help being surprised and delighted. He hurriedly brought Pangong Tso to the sacred hall and bowed. "Grandmaster, Sacred Child of Reincarnation has been found. He has the same constitution as Grandmaster, a genius that's hard to come by in hundreds of years. Grandmaster can reincarnate now. "
Mournful laughter came from the shrine, and a shriveled and skinny freak suddenly flew out. His head was facing down, head to head, and he stuck close to Pangong Tso.
A world-shaking boom rang out in Pangong Tso's mind, and his soul scattered.
Rolling vital essence poured into Pangong Tso's body from that freak's body. At the same time, the soul of that Grandmaster was also transferring and planting into Pangong Tso's body. "Disciple, when I reincarnate, those who should be dead won't die, and those who should be alive won't live. I've defied heaven and changed my fate, so the messengers of death will come to capture my soul. Lay down the formation to block the messengers of death."
Grand Shaman immediately went forward and took out the shrines one by one, placing them in a circle around Pangong Tso. The golden bones in the shrines were the bones left behind by Grandmaster's previous seventeen lifetimes, and they had been refined into magic weapons.
Suddenly, space trembled, and a chilly wind blew over from another space-time. The lights in the sacred hall immediately dimmed, and a small boat slowly floated over from another space-time.
It was a dark world, and the only source of light seemed to be the green lamp hanging at the bow of the small boat. The green lamp was dim, and under the lamp, an old man sat there, making paper boats and paper figurines.
The small boat slowly floated over to the sacred hall.
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