Imagine directly controlling the beliefs of the barbarians, and when a great war breaks out, drive the barbarians to become soldiers.

These big men screamed and brandished their weapons and rushed forward, not afraid of the slightest death and blood, this impact can be imagined.

The reason why he started from the southwest was because the eyes of the Marquis of Han were less in the southwest region, and he came to Huangyang City in order to attract the eyes of the Han people and let Haoqing do it in the southwest region as soon as possible.

Qiao'er got the order, and soon left the Wasteland City, and converged with Haoqing in the southwest region, and began to explore the feasibility of replacing the barbarian witch sacrifice.

Millions of miles near Huangyang City, the east and west lines cross the entire southern part of the border wasteland, all of which are barren lands, large and small dry areas, grass and trees wither, and the soil begins to desertify.

In order to prevent the Great Xia from going south, the Hanqi tribe still spent a lot of effort.

In the middle of the mountain range at the junction of the border wasteland and the southern region, the golden black flies in the sky, the scorching sun is shrouded, and all the trees in the mountains and forests are withered, only the trunks remain, and occasionally you can see the animal bones and air-dried beast bodies in the forest.

In the center of the mountain range was a large open-air pit, ten miles in size, and in the center of the pit was a sarcophagus with a white complex, the surface of which was covered with mottled cracks.

The sarcophagus gives people the feeling that it is like a volcano, the vitality of the surrounding mountains and fields has been annihilated, where the water vapor in the void melts, and the flame Dao rhyme looms, constantly conjuring up the phantom of a flame beast, roaring in the mountains and forests.

The mountains and fields are very quiet, and there are not even birds in the void, only the spilled sunlight falls, and when it touches the sarcophagus, a ray of fire bursts out.

In the southern part of the mountain range, a group of people wore red robes, wide robes covered their bodies, and the leading figure was extremely tall, holding a crimson scepter in his hand, and on the scepter was a fire beast carved from the stone of the red fire god.

Behind the leader, the figure was divided into two columns, each with six people, all wearing red robes with flame god patterns depicted on the robes.

The group seemed to be walking very slowly, but in fact, they climbed over the mountains and mountains as if they were walking on flat ground, and when they entered the mountain and approached the sarcophagus, an obscure incantation began to sound, from the mouth of the red-robed leader who was in charge.

Accompanied by the voice of the leader, the twelve figures followed behind him, and the flames began to swirl around their bodies, and between breathing and breathing, these flames continued to form ancient patterns.

"The ancient Golden Crow, follow the covenant of the ancient years ago, and obey my call. ”

As the group walked forward, a heavenly fire began to ignite in the mountains, and dead trees were ignited, sweeping the entire mountain field like a spark burning the plain.

"The ancient Zhurong bloodline, the descendants of the south of the Great Wilderness, inherited the mystery of the fire god, and summoned the golden crow to appear. ”

The flames reflected the sky red, and the flame spirits danced in the sea of fire, gradually swallowing the flames, transforming into a golden crow god, flying on the sky, and competing with the golden crow in the sky.

For a time, in the mountains and fields that stretched for thousands of miles, a red golden crow appeared, swallowing flames, and the body continued to increase.

Stepping on the flames, the group came to the sinkhole in the center of the mountain range, and saw the sarcophagus of a thousand zhang in the depths of the sinkhole, and the cracks on the surface of the sarcophagus glowed red, intertwined like a fire net.

"Heavenly Fire Sacrifice Drought Fish!"

The leader spread his wings, and the scepter in his hand rose into the air, and the fire beast suddenly came to life, turning into a figure similar to a fire unicorn, and let out a roar, and the sound resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Zhu Rong is the ancient legend of the god of fire, that is the human race born of the strong man comparable to the true spirit of heaven and earth, the god of fire Zhu Rong has divine beasts and fierce generals under his command.

Drought is one of the strong men under Zhu Rong's command.

It is rumored that as soon as the drought comes out of the red wilderness of heaven and earth, the leylines are extinct, and the common people are slaughtered.

Zhurong Fire God has become a legend, and the drought has been extinct for a long time, but extinction does not mean that it is really dead.

Living in the south of the Great Wilderness, among the creatures of the wilderness, there is the meager blood of the Zhurong Fire God.

Chirp~Chirp~Chirp~

One after another, the flame golden crow let out a cry, swooping down from the sky dome, and crashed towards the sarcophagus, all over the flame energy crashed into the sarcophagus, and then seeped into the sarcophagus through the mottled cracks.

In the mountains and fields, in addition to the cry of the golden crow fire spirit, there was only a group of sacrificial spells left, and in the end, the flames in the sky gathered outside the sarcophagus, pouring into the sarcophagus like a sea of fire.

The Fire Beast Scepter slowly fell, being grasped in the hands of the leader, who squinted at the sarcophagus wrapped in flames.

The sarcophagus has been sacrificed for more than 10,000 years, and it is an extreme yang battle body born from the southern southern wilderness tribe.

From the very beginning, he was found by the Zhurong of the Han clan, and taught him the method of cultivation step by step, until the power of the Yang flame was baptized, and he waited until he cultivated the body of the extreme yang to the point of approaching the Great Perfection, and then he refined this drought demon with a secret method.

It's a pity that the Southern Wilderness Zhurong bloodline is only a meager bloodline handed down by the Fire God, and the inheritance of the Fire God's cultivation method is incomplete.

But, that's enough.

After this fire festival, the barren land in the north of the southern region will expand again, and Great Xia wants to go south and defeat the drought first.

And if you want to defeat the drought, there are very few ways, whether it is a soul or physical attack, it is ineffective against the drought.

Even if the body of the drought fish is broken, it can still be reassembled, and most of the drought fish born throughout the ages have been melted by secret methods, and the method of melting the drought fish has long been lost. ......

Hot~

This was Xia Tuo's first feeling, going south from Barren Sun City, the more he walked south, the hotter the temperature became, and the golden crow in the sky seemed to be infinitely hotter than the sunlight sprinkled by the sky.

There is no life on the earth, let alone grass and trees, and even if there is, it has already withered.

This kind of scene is naturally not just the golden crow, the real reason is that the spiritual veins in the depths of the earth are silent.

Drymath!

The Han clan can actually control this kind of thing, you say that such a magical powerhouse, what is not good to do, but it is used to create a separation belt, Xia Tuo can't understand what the head of the Han clan is thinking.

Turning all the border areas in the middle of the border and the southern region into barrenness, and the veins of the earth are dry, the strength of this drought is bound to be beyond imagination, if he has such a thug, he will definitely steal the fun.

"Lord, there is a mountain range in front of you, and there is a strong man of the Hanqi clan in the mountain who is making sacrifices. ”

The big figure of the ghost came out, and after a notice, the voice disappeared in front of him again,

Needless to say, he looked at the sky above the Dry Mountain from afar, and the sky was red, and the sky was falling, which made Xia Tuo frown.

Thousands of miles of sky is in flames, and the sky is about to burn, isn't this drought a bit powerful, it's really powerful.

I really don't understand, what the lord of the Han clan thinks.

Entering the mountain range, the flame energy around him has begun to materialize, the law of fire has manifested, and there are constantly fire beasts manifesting, these are not a threat to Xia Tuo, after the small world has become the only true world, the only body inside and outside the martial artist, the world of self-derivation.

......

In the middle of the mountain range, Xia Tuo saw the group of people who were sacrificing, and also saw the huge sarcophagus in the center.

"Great Xia Clan Master!"

Zhu Ronggong was stunned for a moment when he saw Xia Tuo who suddenly appeared.

The next moment, Xia Tuo's figure suddenly disappeared on the north side of the sinkhole, and his figure pierced through the flames in the sky, heading towards the unpredictable figure of the sinkhole.

The people of the Hanqi tribe sacrifice the drought fish here, and think about it with their toes, this is all problematic.

"The spirit of fire between heaven and earth, obey my ......"

Seeing Xia Tuo's figure disappear, Zhu Ronggong was suddenly shocked, the scepter in his hand bloomed with a red-gold divine light, and the flames in the sky converged towards him, and the fierce beast similar to the flame unicorn manifested again.

Rumble!

It's a pity that it was still a step too late, and the black and white divine light flashed in the sky above the flame qilin, and in an instant, the qilin turned into a spark in the sky, and the palm of his hand was imprinted on the body of Zhurong Palace.

Burst~

Gai Luo's palm burst into a cloud of sparks, and Zhu Ronggong's figure shattered like a bubble, and a piece of red bronze gold crow fell, allowing it to dodge the blow.

However, Xia Tuo's figure followed him like a shadow, and under one palm, the majesty that burst out directly slapped the remaining red-robed sacrifices away, and then greeted Zhurong Palace.

The black and white sigil of life and death, the town fell down and suppressed its figure, and then with a flash of blue light, he quickly threw these people into the Lu Wu God Prison.

The heritage of the Han clan is really unusual, one witch saint, twelve witch sects, and now Great Xia can't get together such a single witch sect that controls the fire law.

Throwing these people into the Lu Wu Divine Prison so quickly, he was afraid that these people would not die, and the blood sacrifice would wake up the silent drought, this thing breathed like a dull volcano, giving him a very heavy pressure.

After cleaning up these people of the Han Clan, Xia Tuo turned his head to look at the sarcophagus in the sinkhole, the heavenly fire outside the sarcophagus had turned dark gold, and the fire spirit danced with the coffin.

It is more like a kind of spirit corpse, devouring all fires, but it is not the spirit of fire, fire is just a means of extinction of life, just like people killing people with knives, knives are just murder weapons.

The sarcophagus is like a volcano that has been stored for a long time, but in the depths there is a rich and extremely dead air, and the drought fish is relying on the dead air to 'survive' in the world.

This thing seems to be alive, but it is actually dead, and if you want to kill the drought, you can't do it, how to kill the dead thing.

It is really surprising that the Han clan sacrificed such a thing, and it seems that the Han clan also needs to carry out some kind of sacrificial method if they want to control it just now.

Through the sarcophagus, Xia Tuo saw the appearance of the drought, a young man wearing gold armor, with a very large physique, a hundred zhang tall, and a very strong body.

After the flame spiritual power penetrated deep into the sarcophagus, it was then transported into Kuiba's body by a certain working formation in the sarcophagus, and the fire qi and death qi fused perfectly in his body.

In his perception, he couldn't feel the vitality of the drought, only the endless dead air, he wrapped a little vitality with his spiritual power, and disappeared into the drought's body in an instant.

Looking at the drought, Xia Tuo's heart was filled with the idea of collecting it for his own use, the power accumulated by this guy put a lot of pressure on him, which means that the strength of this drough is enough to achieve the Great Perfection of the Land.

And in terms of the physique and attributes of the drought fish, if you want to kill it, even if there are more than a dozen of the same level of the Great Perfection of the Earth, it may not be possible, this thing has no soul, and the physical body is difficult to crush.

Where to find such thugs.

The drought is the spirit of death, how can it be used for its own purposes?

Xia Tuo didn't think of any way, but he Xia likes to learn, and he doesn't understand it, so it's okay to ask a well-informed person.

Take out the Lu Wu prison card again, and divide a wisp of thought into a spirit body and enter the divine prison.

"Drum Spirit~"

In the palace hall, I don't know which Drum Spirit split patient is on duty, but the dozen or so witch cultivators of the Han Ling clan who were thrown in at once made the Drum Spirit very satisfied.

"You are gazing for personal vendetta again, as a dignified judge of the prison, how can you act like this. ”

Seeing Xia Tuo's spirit body appear, the drum spirit was very dissatisfied and complained.

"You're really in your house. ”

"I'm ashamed!" Xia Tuo moved the corners of his mouth.

"You~"

Hearing the sound, the drum spirit jumped up directly, you are ashamed of a hammer.

Anyway, his face also changed, and he smiled and said ashamed, are you blind when you are Lord Guling.

Xia Tuo didn't care, quietly waited for the drum spirit to finish dancing, and said: "These people sacrificed a drought fish, causing millions of miles of barren land and fertile land to dry up, the grass and trees are silent, and the lives are ruined, so ......"

"So you caught them all. ”

"That's why the drought is refined. ”

Puff~

Gu Ling squatted on the stone drum, it was still his mother's personal vendetta, and he couldn't have the slightest confidence in Xia Tuo.

"This drum spirit is not going to help the abuse, I don't know. ”

"The Drought Devil is about to awaken, and then the whole land will be reduced to a Jedi, and more people will die. "Down

"You threaten me! You threaten me!" Drum Spirit jumped up suddenly, flew in front of Xia Tuo, and shouted with big eyes: "Drought ~ Lu ~ Yes ~ Death ~ Thing ~ Qi ~ Luck ~ For ~ Life ~ Machine ......"

Patting the head of the drum spirit, Xia Tuo nodded with a smile and said, "You see how simple things are, why make noise." ”

Xia Tuo's spirit disappeared, the drum spirit looked sluggish, and muttered: "He touched my head, he dared to touch the head of this drum spirit." ”

......

The power of luck!

After a wisp of thought returned, Xia Tuo looked at the sarcophagus revealing the light, and if the entire border wilderness wants to say that the person with the most prosperous luck, if he is second, no one dares to call him the first.

A dartrich body is right in front of him, comparable to the combat power of many Great Perfections, such a good fighter, Xia Tuo feels the need to take a risk.

Purple light flashed in the spiritual world, and four purple gold divine lotuses surged around the original god, and the original god was even more flashing with purple light, each wisp of purple light was like a purple long needle, densely packed, protecting his original god.

The luck golden body protection is also the confidence for him to dare to do this.

At this thought, the original god did not go out of the body, he left a mind to guard the body, and transmitted the sound to the ghost army to guard the surroundings, before he stepped out of the body and stepped into the sarcophagus.

Airplanes!

Without any hindrance, he entered the body of the Drought Fish, an endless ocean of dead air, and countless dead qi gathered into various phantoms.

This is the depths of the Drought Fish's head, which can be regarded as his spiritual world, but there are no autonomous thoughts in the Drought Fish's spiritual world, and there are only the collisions of countless souls.

The drought fish withered out for millions of miles, and countless creatures fell, and these creatures naturally had a lot of grievances that would not be extinguished, and then they were absorbed into their bodies.

It's just that the dartfish has no soul, and these resentments gather in his body, and they can't cause harm to the drought, and it is difficult for the resentful spirit to get out when it enters the drought's body.

In this way, as time goes on, the resentment that is confined to the body of the drought will become more and more

Until one day, maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was a matter of course, the resentment in the body of the drought fish was in the collision, and the soul that belonged to the drought was born.

In perception, the body of the drought is like a pot of fire, filled with endless dead air.

In the spiritual world of the Drought Fish, there is a red-gold rune, constantly changing its appearance, this is the control center of the Drought Fish, and the people of the Han Nationality sacrifice the Drought Fish, which is to communicate this golden rune.

The Divine Flower of Luck revolves around the Yuan Shen, and the purple light bursting out of the Yuan Shen dispels the resentment, Xia Tuo looked at the dark gold runes suspended in the void, and every change will shatter and devour some of the resentment around him.

The rune is the hub of the connection between the drought and the controller, and the drought that cannot give birth to a soul is still a puppet in general, and only when a unique will is truly born, the drought can truly transcend control.

Yuan Shen stretched out his big hand, the purple light on the palm of his hand floated, and grabbed it towards the red gold rune, the purple light in the palm of his hand was murmuring, and the dark gold rune also flowed with light, and the moment the two touched, the purple light was sheng.

Purple qi is the luck of the human race, a group naturally has a tolerant and broad mind, the purple breath is deep and broad, and the dark gold runes are like people who have been dry for a long time have encountered nectar, and they begin to devour the purple light.

Xia Tuo had already prepared for this in his heart, and let the dark gold rune absorb the power of vitality, and his mind began to perceive this rune, and if he wanted to control the dry fish, it was mainly on this rune.

......

Here, Xia Tuo hit the idea of drought fish, in the depths of the wild ancient land in the southern region of the border wilderness, among the mountains and old forests, a quaint stone temple stood between two mountain cliffs next to each other.

The stone hall looks very old, and there is an old man sitting in the middle of the main hall, not to mention the short figure, and he is still very thin, and it looks like there is a shriveled shelf left.

The stone hall was very dark, lit with animal fire lamps, the old man was sitting cross-legged, and there was a shrine on the stone platform in front of him.

"Hmm~"

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes from the silence, and his shriveled palm was spread out, and the palm was covered with deep cracks, and a line of blood spread out from his arm, less than an inch from the top of his middle finger.

"Fire~"

Then, the old man pointed together, reciting an obscure incantation in his mouth, and a flame the size of a bean grain from the oil lamp on the shrine was plucked by him, and a drop of red blood dripped from the middle finger with blood lines, and the flame grew larger in an instant, and he printed it towards the center of his eyebrows.

Burst~

However, the moment the flame had just touched the center of the eyebrows, it suddenly went out.

Burst~

The old man's body trembled, a mouthful of dirty blood spat out of his mouth, and he screamed.

"Go quickly, the rune of the drought has changed~"

PS

I didn't change it