"Descendants of the Beast God?"

Xiang Yang was not surprised by this title. This was the barbarian's claim. He had known it for a long time, but why did the voice call him that? He looked like a barbarian? What went wrong?

Youdao said it too much, so he simply kept silent and saw what other messages the sound would convey.

Sure enough, before waiting for a long time, the sound rang again.

"The one who can come here is at least the level of the Barbarian Emperor. At your age, when did you appear in our royal family genius? Come on, let me see your totem pattern first."

"Totem pattern?" Xiang Yang's heart moved, he bent his arms, and two complex patterns flashed.

This is the totem pattern he used after studying the altar of sacrificial rituals, and used the totem patterns he engraved on himself with the two beast pills in the Abbot's Fairy Mountain. He used the barbarian methods, which were naturally exactly the same.

As soon as the totem pattern lit up, the voice suddenly became much happier: "It turns out to be the descendant of our beast god hahahaha, okay, now, come here and sprinkle your essence and blood on the sacrificial altar. I will have the last certification!"

"Essence and blood? This altar has the function of distinguishing essence and blood? However, I originally had the blood of the dragon clan in my body, and I don't know if I can get through it!"

Xiang Yang's face remained unchanged. He went as he said, and arrived at the altar, bit his fingertips and sprinkled a few drops of blood.

"Tsk, your body is really strong and this healing power"

After only two or three drops of blood, the wound on Xiang Yang's fingertips closed. The sound seemed to be very surprised. He exclaimed for a few times before he became silent.

When Xiang Yang's blood dripped, the black sacrificial altar seemed to emit a faint light. After a moment, the altar light shone with a trace of golden light appeared at the top. The sound rang again. This time the joyful mood almost overflowed: "Okay, okay, it's actually the descendant of the Dragon God! The Qinglong royal family, who is this pure bloodline? "

Xiang Yang was happy. After practicing the One Yuan Ancestral Dragon Art, although the bloodline concentration may not be very high, the purity of this bloodline is impeccable. If some royal family of the barbarians really divides their status by bloodline concentration, then wouldn’t they be able to directly take it into their pockets after the past?

Of course, this is just a thought. How could he be fully recognized as a guy who appears without foundation and without evidence?

The barbarians are not really stupid people. The description of big breasts and brainlessness, like wild beasts, is just a rumor spread by some people in the world of immortal cultivation.

The guy here probably had his connection with the barbarians for too long, so he was confused by him.

"Yeah!" Xiang Yang just replied with a simple word, then shut up again. His arrogant temperament had a bit of a 'prince' style.

Sure enough, the voice was without doubt, and he said happily: "Since it is His Highness, the prince of our Qinglong royal family, that would be great! Well, it's a pity that His Highness did not come with blood. The energy on the altar was insufficient, so I could only keep my soul from dissipating and occasionally accepting the message, and I could not show up to worship."

"This guy is also from the Qinglong clan, so excited? Blood food is the essence and blood. There are a lot of clones in the Qiankun Cauldron, but the barbarians seem to be unable to use the Sumeru magic weapon, so they naturally cannot take it out. They have to think of ways to talk more!"

Xiang Yang's thoughts turned quickly, and a bright smile appeared on his face. His muscles rolled around, showing his fierce body shape. Lingjue rushed towards his right index finger, slightly igniting the power of the Ancestral Dragon Node, and a blood-colored dragon pattern flashed on his forehead.

"Ah, this is the true face of the prince. I think, our Qinglong royal family are all fierce men who stand tall and upright. Their appearance just now is really not worthy of your identity. What is that? Dragon God pattern is so powerful! You are the God of God! Oh my God has really come! Are we prodigal sons who leave home finally able to go back? Wuwuwu I am so excited! I am so excited. It's not right. How is it possible that the Sect of Broken Sky has not yet been activated?"

"Your Highness, what's going on? I've been here for almost ten thousand years! Is there something happening again? In the legend, we can only go home only if the Gate of Broken Sky is opened, but, the Gate of Broken Sky is not activated, so why will there be someone from God choose again? What's going on? What's going on!"

The sound seemed to have been in contact with the tribe members for too long, and he kept talking to himself. In the end, he even became crazy because of his contradictory judgment, roaring at the top of his lungs, like a irritable beast.

However, too much information has been revealed in these short words. Xiang Yang even felt that even if he turned around and left, it would be no loss. Of course, the guy in front of him is in a state of confusion, so he naturally doesn't mind making more use of it.

"What are you talking nonsense? Who said that only by opening the Gate of Broken Sky will the God-selected person appear? The glory and power of the Beast God are beyond your imagination! According to my father, on the day I was born, there were dragon powers rippling over the entire royal family, and the Dragon God even briefly revealed his true appearance."

The voice felt a little joyful and burst into tears: "This is true, the light of the beast god can finally shine into this other world!"

"Of course it's true. Do you have any doubts about my identity?"

"I can't bear to let my child go to trap the wolf!" Xiang Yang frowned and simply opened an ancestor dragon node. The blood-colored dragon pattern suddenly emitted a sparkling light, and the faint dragon power became much stronger.

"No, no, I will never doubt your identity. It's just that I'm just too excited."

"It's been ten thousand years since we sacrificed so many brothers to successfully arrange the altar. And I, as the last survivor, have been silently waiting here for nearly ten thousand years without blood food. The energy of the altar of sacrifice is getting thinner and thinner. I can't hold on anymore. Unexpectedly, the Beast God really didn't forget his most loyal believer. I was so excited to send His Highness to me."

"About ten thousand years? Arrange the altar?"

Xiang Yang suddenly felt aroused in his heart and said lightly: "Using this Fuyu Sect as a tool to cover up the truth, you can also arrange the altar so secretly and safely. You did a good job! It's really good!"

He was not suspected of the voice. When he heard the praise of the 'The Selected Person', he was suddenly overjoyed and smiled quackly: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your praise, it's just a trivial matter. These human races are very stupid. Maybe until now, they still regard me as their ancestors!"

Xiang Yang's pupils shrank slightly: "It's him!"
Chapter completed!