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Death is no simple matter.

A middle-aged man of extraordinary strength, with grief over the loss of his family, raised his sword at the barbarian, and after killing three barbarians in a row, he was ruthlessly defeated by a master of the Divine Fire Sect.

With a punch, he fell to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.

The master of the Divine Fire Sect glanced at him with indifferent eyes and turned to leave.

The two barbarians lifted him up, almost dragging him along.

Soon, an indescribable heartache swept through his whole body, and he became extremely awake with some numbness, which was the stimulation of pain.

Reluctantly raised his head.

He tried to look around - next to him was an armored soldier, his limbs firmly nailed to the giant tree by long iron nails, the blood was dry, the soldier was dying, and his chapped lips were like fields cracked after a long unwatered day in the hot summer.

Soon another piercing pain irritated his nerves, and he hung his head, a thumb-thin nail into his instep.

Life is better than death.

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Survival in the 100,000 mountains in the South Barbarians has made the survival ability of the barbarians extremely strong, and they have always believed in the divine fire, believing that fire can bring them unprecedented power, and fire can protect them and benefit them...... They have been unswervingly following the footsteps of the Divine Fire Cult.

The High Priest's wrinkled cheeks were marked by the vicissitudes of time, his eyes looked cloudy, but they could burst out with the terrifying gaze of a beast, and the green tendons on his thin hands were bursting up, but they contained the terrifying power of destroying stones and gold.

A raging fire burned.

The high priest sat quietly cross-legged on the ground.

Countless barbarians in the vicinity were prostrate on the ground, motionless, whispering obscure scriptures.

The superior life of entering the thirteen states of Nanban made all the barbarians extremely excited, no longer suffering from insects, snakes, birds and beasts, and did not have to worry about miasma and rain, they ate incomparably delicious things and saw very delicate beauties...... They feel that it is all wonderful.

All of this is thanks to the Divine Fire Cult.

They grew more and more faithful, and they prayed incessantly that God would bless their high priest with good health, and that they would have all this wonderful thing every day.

The prayer ends.

The high priest opened his cloudy eyes and whispered a word.

The barbarians who were prostrate on the ground immediately cheered and became extremely excited.

Rise.

The high priest entered the tent.

Soon, a figure entered the tent like a ghost.

The high priest's eyes couldn't help but light up, looking at the sitting body, and there was a hint of a smile in his expression.

"Hello, deputy hall master. ”

The High Priest whispered.

The deputy hall master nodded slightly, glanced at the high priest who was seated, and said loudly: "You have to hurry up, there is not much time left for us now, taking advantage of the fact that the reinforcements of Taiqian have not yet arrived, we will completely control the thirteen states of Nanban." ”

The high priest looked at the deputy hall master and said slowly: "The territory of the thirteen states of the Southern Barbarians is too wide, and the barbarians can't occupy all of them at all. ”

The deputy hall master smiled, and a dead gloom flowed from his eyes, "You want to regret it?"

The high priest shook his head and said, "The barbarians were able to break through Shu City and occupy the current few cities, all of which relied on the merits of the temple, how dare we go back." ”

The deputy hall master's smile became cold, and he said loudly: "It is best to have such an awareness, our temple can help you take Shu City, and naturally we can also let you withdraw...... We have received news that Taiqian's army has begun to mobilize to support the Nanban...... Before they arrive, they must completely control the thirteen states of Nanban. ”

The high priest nodded and said, "Tomorrow, all the barbarians will go out to fight to take all the thirteen states of the Southern Barbarians." ”

The deputy hall master thought for a moment and said, "I hope so." ”

The high priest's gaze froze, and he said slowly, "The status of the deputy hall master in the temple is not low?"

The deputy hall master looked at the high priest and said, "What do you mean?"

The high priest smiled and said, "It's nothing, you are a noble man of the barbarians, without your help, I am afraid that the barbarians would still be in the deep mountains, if it is really possible, we are willing to help you and let you go further." ”

The eyes of the deputy hall master revealed a trace of complexity, the complexity in the temple is by no means imaginable by ordinary people, the whole temple is like a thousand-year-old tree, the tree has deep roots and lush branches, even if the part on the ground is cut off, the roots of the tree underground are intricate to the extreme...... Although he was the deputy hall master in the temple, and on the surface, there seemed to be no difference between the four deputy hall masters, but his status was still much worse than the other three deputy hall masters.

The hall master can be said to be a divine dragon, and all the matters in the temple are all in charge of the four deputy hall masters, but he is like an ordinary envoy, and sometimes he needs to listen to the arrangements of the other three, which is very annoying to him, but he is also helpless, after all, his background in the temple is too shallow...... This time, if it weren't for the one who fell in the sand in the Sin City, this great credit of the Southern Barbarians would not have been able to fall on him, only this time, he finally tasted the feeling of power, and also saw how powerful the hidden strength of the temple was.

Rights are like poison.

Poison without an antidote.

If you are contaminated, you can no longer give it up.

The eyes of the deputy hall master glowed with a strange luster, this time was indeed a perfect opportunity, if he really could, maybe he could jump over the other three.

"What do you want?"

The deputy hall master pretended to be calm, but the wild light in his eyes could not be hidden.

The smile on the high priest's expression became even stronger, and he said slowly: "I heard that the foundation in the temple is extremely terrifying, I need a book of mental methods, I don't know if there is one?"

The deputy hall master looked at the high priest, "What kind of mental method?"

The high priest's voice lowered a few times, and he said slowly: "Jin Feng Nine Changes. ”

The deputy hall master's expression couldn't help but change, and his gaze at the high priest was a little more playful, I have to say that the high priest's appetite is indeed not small, the temple has always been rewarded by merit, and there are only a number of double-handlers in the temple who are qualified to cultivate Jin Feng's nine changes, and even he is not among them.

"Is it hard?"

Seeing the silence of the deputy hall master, the high priest asked out loud.

"It's not difficult. ”

After pondering for a while, the deputy hall master said slowly.

The High Priest's thin cheeks suddenly shone with excitement.