Chapter 523 Mutation (updated!)

  The sky is not cloudy.

  The dry air can easily consume the last trace of water vapor drawn from the Yangshui.

  The old priest of Yangshui stood under a velvet tree, looking at the woman on the stone pillar, with a look of anticipation and sorrow.

  All those who become descendants of the God of Yangshui in this way, regardless of gender, will not have children that truly belong to them.

  The woman hanging on the stone pillar is the adopted daughter of the old priest.

   And the child in her belly... came from an accident.

   Regardless of whether the child in her womb has the luck to become a descendant of the God of Yangshui, the woman who carries the mother body will undoubtedly die.

  When the child of the God of Yangshui appeared in her womb, the last breath of life that belonged to her would pour back and feed the child.

  Boom!

  In the dry sky, thunder suddenly rang out.

  The old priest showed joy on his face.

  It's going to rain!

  This is almost impossible in the polar region of southern Xinjiang... The only exception is that the heir of the God of Yangshui is about to be born.

   At this moment, a sudden attack, a shattered wooden spear, passed through half of the deep forest, and shot towards the woman on the stone pillar.

  The old priest roared angrily, and the seemingly calm Yangshui set off huge waves.

  The ferocious wild beasts in the river jumped up one after another, and took the initiative to meet the sharp wooden spears with their bodies.

  The one who controls these desolate beasts... is the old priest.

  These desolate beasts are not the descendants of the God of Yangshui, but because of the existence of Yangshui, they will swim here to inhabit.

  In exchange, they will obey the orders of the old priest.

   It's just that the old priest is obviously at a loss for himself at this time.

  The shadow under his feet suddenly lengthened.

   Then it seemed to be controlled by something.

  The movements of manipulating the desolate beasts in Yangshui also became sluggish and stiff.

  The desolate beasts that move freely, without human manipulation, will always lack some rules.

  Although these desolate beasts have wisdom not weaker than humans, they will never think like humans.

  Boom!

  The world exploded again.

  The old priest tried hard to break free. He looked at the sky, waiting for the raindrops to fall.

  As long as it rains, this area will become his home field.

  He will merge with the mighty Yangshui, completely manifest the Yangshui divine body, and exert its peerless power.

  Several warriors from the surrounding tribes also rushed out.

  For them, offering sacrifices to the God of Yangshui is also extremely important.

  Without Yangshui, the entire southern polar region will be completely turned into a land of flames.

  Even the descendants of Vulcan cannot survive in such an environment.

   They are descendants of Vulcan, not fire elves.

   Although the need for water is not much, it is not unnecessary.

  A large number of wooden spears flew over the sky and covered the sky.

  Several warriors manifested huge divine bodies, and then stood in front of the sacrificed stone pillar.

   Use your own flesh and blood to resist the attack.

  It hurts, and it hurts so much!

  The wooden spear contained a strong toxin, even a warrior who had cultivated a divine body would find it difficult to resist.

   But for these Vulcan descendant warriors, the most important thing is the woman who was sacrificed and the child in her belly.

  At this moment, they suddenly realized that all the wooden spears were just blindfolds.

  The real killing move is a transparent ice sword hidden in the large number of wooden spears.

   At this time, the ice sword was aimed at the woman's stomach.

   Before he had time to think about it, a warrior activated his own magic, turned into a ball of divine fire, flew in front of the woman, and then blocked the ice sword with his body.

  Under the ice sword, the warrior who could transform into a divine fire was annihilated in an instant and disappeared between the heaven and the earth.

  The dark clouds that had finally accumulated in the sky were broken.

  A figure strangely differentiated into hundreds of clones, and these numerous clones pointed to the only position at the same time.

   Whoosh whoosh!

  Bamboo arrows shot out from the forest like locusts all over the sky.

   Accurately covered all clones.

   It was the brigades from the surrounding tribes who arrived.

   For this sacrifice, they didn't care about it on the surface, but in fact they arranged for people to keep an eye on it all the time.

  The old priest subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when he saw reinforcements arriving.

  The next moment, I just feel that the world is falling apart.

  It was as if something grabbed the internal organs in his body.

   Then the force shook, and the old priest's internal organs were ripped apart, and he lost consciousness again.

  The clouds in the sky completely dispersed.

  The mighty Yangshui River is rapidly becoming shallower and drying up under the baking of the surrounding dry air.

  Without the positioning 'coordinate' of the old priest, the power and physical manifestation of the God of Yangshui in the human world will completely disappear.

   The attackers obviously planned it long ago.

   Destroying the sacrifice is only their superficial action.

  The real action is to assassinate the old priest and directly cut off the blood of the God of Yangshui.

   At this time, the only hope for all the southern Xinjiang polar tribes is the unborn child.

  Maybe this child can also attract a rain.

  As long as there is a rain... the blood of the Yangshui God will not be severed.

  The mighty Yangshui will continue to exist in this extremely hot and extremely scorching place.

   At this moment, the woman's body suddenly caught fire.

  The fierce flame lit her body into a big torch.

"who is it?"

   "Incarnation of invisible fire... This is not someone else, but one of us!"

   "Who did it? Why did you let everyone die together?" In the forest, a nine-meter-tall giant with a red body, a tiger head and a lion tail, came out ferociously and crazily.

  Wherever he passed, magma surged from the ground, and even those trees that were originally born in the heat could not stand the scorching heat, and burned crazily and rapidly.

  Faced with the giant's questioning, no one answered.

   All the descendants of Vulcan are immersed in grief at this time.

  Without Yangshui, they would have no way out.

  Perhaps the only way to get out of the polar region is to use the blood and lives of the people in exchange for a possible glimmer of life.

   Right at this moment, there was another explosion in the sky.

  Boom!

rain!

  The heavy rain suddenly fell!

  Heavy rain extinguished some of the heat.

  The scorching fire evaporated the rainwater, covering the surroundings with layers of dense fog.

   And in the body of the woman burned into coals.

  A small hand resolutely opened the stomach of the mother's corpse, and then walked out of the stomach by itself.

  He walked to the dry bed of the Yangshui River, and with every step he took, a spring would burst out.

  After he walked seven steps, the originally dry Yangshui reappeared.

   "Protect him! Don't let anyone get close."

"No...! Wait! I will protect him personally, and no one is allowed to come over, otherwise I will burn him to death." The nine-meter-tall giant walked up to the child, even though his body was burning, standing in the sun. In the water, water and fire collided, producing an extremely strong energy conflict, but he did not stop.

   When he walked up to the child, his height dropped by half a meter.

   Then carefully looked at the child.

  The giant, who was nearly nine meters tall and under his body, suddenly let out an exclamation of surprise.

Goodnight everybody!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)