In fact, you can see at a glance that this man is more than two meters tall, and the clothes on his body are typical of ancient Egyptian clothes, yellow-brown linen.

Murong Xianxian checked it, the golden spear was definitely made of pure gold, but the position of the tip of the spear seemed to be added to other metals, and it was very sharp. There were other small gold ornaments on his body, but none of them were enough to indicate his identity.

"He is a son of the tribe of the gods. Osiris's voice came to my head.

"What is the Divine Tribe?" asked Murong Xian in confusion.

"God does not come from nothingness. We also come from different tribes. After we became gods, these tribes naturally received our care, and these tribes became God's favored tribes. ”

"Uh......"

Murong Xianxian suddenly thought that he seemed to have made a big fuss with the Hades tribe, and this Hades God didn't fight with him?

seemed to sense her thoughts: "Murong, don't be nervous, don't think that the relationship between the gods and the gods is good, thousands of years have passed, and even the most basic bloodline relationship between them no longer exists, even if you destroy them all, I won't care." ”

"Osiris, can you not monitor my changes in thoughts at any time, believe it or not that I will seal you again?" Murong Xian said angrily.

"Don't get excited, I'm also helping you monitor what's going on outside. Hearing that Murong Xianxian was a little violent, Osiris had to take it seriously.

"It's the outside that keeps you monitoring, not what I'm thinking in my head. Murong Xian took a sip and took some small measures first...... For cultivators, ordinary spell attacks are certainly terrifying, but the most terrifying thing is the spiritual attack, if it is a direct attack on the soul, no matter how strong the strength is, it is vain, if the soul is annihilated, it is useless to say anything else. The current situation of Murong Xianxian and Osiris is a bit special, but as long as there is a little prohibition, the other party will not be able to spy on what is going on in her head.

"What's wrong?" Lin Wei's voice came from behind, followed by a low exclamation. The two turned their heads to look, but it was Qian Qianyi, Lin Wei and others who came over, and they were still holding Murong Xian and their red rhinos, and after seeing the corpses all over the ground, everyone's faces were a little unpleasant.

"We didn't kill them. Murong Xianxian told what happened.

"Why bother!"

Qian Qianyi frowned: "These aborigines...... There is something that can be negotiated and resolved. ”

"Professor Qian, we want to negotiate, but they have to give us this opportunity. As soon as we met, he rewarded us with a handful of corpse worms, if it weren't for Murong seeing the opportunity quickly, I'm afraid the two of us would also become one of these corpses. Luo Feiqiong's tone was very dissatisfied.

"Anyway, these mercenaries have been cleaned up, and the rest of the itinerary is much more stable. The contradictions between us outsiders and the indigenous people are irreconcilable. These natives themselves have strong strength, can also cast spells or exorcise magical beasts, and are very vindictive, once escaped, there will be endless consequences. But this is not a place to stay for long, so let's get out of here. The fight just now did not attract other aborigines. Everyone, arm yourself, grab more bullets and grenades, and we'll get out of here quickly. Murong Xianxian commanded.

"Murong has a point. Professor Qian, let's pack up and hit the road. Fu Ying and others also agreed.

These mercenaries are some experienced old mercenaries, and they will definitely not carry identification or mission-related documents and certificates, and now there are so many ready-made firearms, it is okay for everyone to be armed, the women can hold pistols, and the men have each chosen an assault rifle, and after collecting a batch of magazines and grenades, everyone rode the red rhino and left quickly.

Murong Xianxian and the others didn't know that just half a day after they left this place, suddenly a thunderous roar came from the other direction, and then the ground trembled, only to see hundreds of natives coming from a distance with a kind of leopard head and horse body mounts, and they brought up a large cloud of flying dust, which frightened the nearby birds and beasts into running away.

A shrill howl sounded in the sky, and then a fierce wind swept against the grass, and this whirlwind quickly passed over the cavalry, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the side of the aboriginal who had been killed by Murong Xianxian.

A roar of grief sounded in the whirlwind, and then a terrible voice rang out: "Who is it, who killed my son?" I'm going to break him into pieces and refine his soul. Although the voice was unpleasant, it could be heard as an old man's voice.

"Agoura, Rahammos, find at once the trace of the man who killed my son, I want him to die in agony!" the voice roared menacingly.

"Yes. ”

"Yes. ”

Among the aboriginal cavalry, two knights at the head answered loudly. They urged their mounts forward and came to the corpse's side.

Of the two men, one on the left is armed, and the one on the right is a priest. The priest jumped off his mount and circled the corpse a few times before reciting the incantation.

A moment later, he let out a roar from his mouth, opened his mouth and spewed out a white light, which disappeared into the corpse in a flash, and then shot a spell at the corpse.

The corpse suddenly trembled violently, and with a 'bang', the corpse exploded, and then a cloud of gray gas surrounded by a cloud of white light, appeared where the corpse was, and then flickered, turning into a dim figure, floating about a foot above the ground, motionless.

At this moment, the priest's eyes shot out two pale green rays of light, and these two rays of light disappeared into the figure, and the figure suddenly trembled violently, appearing even more silent. A moment later, the two pale green rays of light disappeared, and after the priest walked around again, his figure suddenly stopped, and he said respectfully towards the whirlwind: "I have found a clue, there should be only one person who killed the young master, and he was killed with a sword." But there are other outsiders nearby, and it seems that even if it has nothing to do with the young master's death, it should be that person's companion. ”

"Very well, can you find out where the man is?" asked the old voice coldly.

"Absolutely. These people were heading in the direction of the temple. However, the breath is already very light, and they should have been gone for a while. The subordinates are not sure that they will catch up with those people immediately, but they should not be wrong in the general direction. The priest said honestly.

"Hmph, that's useless!" the old man became angry when he heard this.

The priest just stood helplessly.

Another aboriginal leader dressed as a samurai stepped forward, bowed deeply to the whirlwind, and said, "My lord, forgive my subordinates for being rude, do you plan to hunt down that murderer yourself?"

"Why, do you think there is anything unclear about my orders? The old man's voice was unusually gloomy, obviously suppressing anger.

"The subordinates don't dare, but have you forgotten that the Council of Elders is gathering all the adults to deal with those outsiders, in case the adults are too late and are slandered by others in the Council of Elders, I am afraid that the adults will be in trouble. The warrior hesitated.

"Hmph!" the old man snorted coldly, and although he seemed to be disdainful, he obviously hesitated.

"Well, Lahammos, you are good at tracking and hiding, and whatever method you use will definitely give me these men, and give me a prison for them, and I will go to the Presbyterian Council first, and then I will meet you when the matter is over, and avenge my son. If you hadn't found these people when I came here, you should know very well what would have happened to you. After the old man was uncertain for a while, he decided unwillingly.

"Yes, sir. The priest's face changed slightly, but he immediately whispered.

"Agoura, let's go. The old man said no more to the priest, and gave a direct command to the warrior, and then the whirlwind suddenly expanded, engulfing the corpse, and then the whirlwind flew into the distance.

"Yes, sir. The warrior leader agreed, gestured to Lahammos, and led the cavalry to follow the whirlwind, and in an instant, Lahammos was left alone.

When the whirlwind and cavalry disappeared from the horizon, Lahammos's body relaxed, but he frowned, obviously feeling that the old man's orders were extremely tricky. But in the end, she sighed lightly, and after her eyes swept around, she confirmed the direction, and her body moved, muttering a spell in her mouth, turning into a violent wind and disappearing into the distance.

In another place, four Egyptian monks were heading in the direction of the Earth Temple, and the elderly monk at the head was the High Priest Inza, and next to him was a middle-aged monk, holding a palm-sized disc in his hand, with a red pointer in the center of the disk, and around the disc there were pale golden round stars, the red pointer shook from time to time, some like a compass, and the direction in which they traveled was constantly adjusted according to the direction of the pointer.

"It's been a few days, and there's not a shadow at all?, High Priest, are we looking in the wrong direction?" a middle-aged monk in the back couldn't help but ask.

High Priest Inza glanced slightly sideways at the monk holding the Dharma Plate next to him and said, "Although the Divine Search Compass cannot be said to be flawless, it has at least a fifth of the accuracy, and it will not be wrong to follow the direction it points to." ”

"One in five, the odds aren't great. The middle-aged monk sighed, his expression even more depressed.

Introduction to "Legend of the Creation God" (end):

A sudden lightning bolt splits the frustrated girl into a mysterious space, a legend of the moment of life and death creates a beautiful mythical story, whether the immature shoulders can bear the serious injury of the rise and fall of mankind, and how will Mo Feier choose RS in the face of a familiar story