Yan Luo's pale cyan soul fire flickered slightly, and before the white light turned by the spear shadow touched him, he once again turned into an afterimage and avoided the attack.

Several times in a row, Yan Luo seemed to be able to only support one breath each time he increased his speed, but he was always able to skillfully dodge the attack

The giant skeleton finally got annoyed, handed the gun to his left hand, and his right hand took out a long whip with multiple tails from nowhere, and with a flick, several bone-white whip shadows rolled towards the smoke.

Yan Luo's old trick was repeated, and the afterimage flashed down, and he avoided to the side, but at this moment, the bone long whip suddenly turned halfway, and the whip shadow followed the afterimage of Yan Luo's transformation like a shadow.

Yan Luo had just stood firm, and before he could make a move, the multi-tailed bone whip that followed suddenly bloomed like a flower, and wrapped Yan Luo's arms and feet in one fell swoop, binding them firmly in place.

Yan Luo struggled a few times, but he couldn't break free at all, and the pale cyan soul fire in his eye sockets flickered, and he seemed to be a little frightened.

The giant skeleton silently opened its mouth, as if laughing happily, and with a pull of its right hand, Yan Luo involuntarily rushed towards the other party, and the spear in the left hand of the giant skeleton smashed into Yan Luo's head at the same time.

At this moment, Yan Luo suddenly stopped struggling and made a strange move!

But seeing that his head was off, he took the initiative to meet the spear of the giant skeleton.

A crisp sound of "Woo"!

Yanluo's skull was intact, and the bony spear was crumbling and falling apart.

Just when the giant skeleton was slightly stunned, Yan Luo took advantage of the momentum of the bone whip to pull and slammed his skull into the head of the giant skeleton with unabated speed.

"Click" with a bone-shattering sound!

The giant skeleton's skull was instantly shattered by Yanluo, and bone chips flew out, and a ball of cyan light flew out of it.

Yan Luo was in mid-air, and when he inhaled hard, the blue light immediately flew into its mouth, and the originally pale cyan soul fire in its eye sockets faintly deepened a little.

Yan Luo rolled over and fell, opened and closed his upper and lower jaws a few times, and then with a slight force, he broke free from the shackles of the multiple coccyx whip.

Then the figure turned. Turning around, he walked in the direction of the group of skeletons that were still in the midst of the scuffle.

......

In the stone chamber of the Green Tooth Temple.

Shi Mu sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly distracted.

After a while, he came back to his senses and sighed softly.

He never expected it. It is much more difficult than I imagined to remove the curse on my body, and it is almost impossible to achieve it. Then he came to the Holy Mountain so hard, wouldn't it be all in vain!

But with its character, not until the last moment. Naturally, I won't give up.

He shook his head, put all his troubles behind for the time being, swallowed a Bone Crushing Pill, and then used the Celestial Phenomena Gong with all his might, closing his eyes and cultivating.

I don't know how long it took, Shi Mu suddenly fell to the ground with a scream of pain.

He only felt a heart-rending pain from the depths of his soul, which made his whole body tremble and twitch, and his face turned even pale.

He gritted his teeth and barely stood up, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, and he tore off his shirt. Quickly took out the green jade gourd from the head of the bed, poured some blue liquid into the palm of his hand, and then applied it, and a bone-penetrating coolness spread.

After a full quarter of an hour, the red light on his chest gradually faded, but eventually a hazy halo still shrouded the giant snake totem, and the giant snake slowly began to squirm as if it had come to life.

Shi Mu's face was pale, and now, the concealment power of the one-horned viper's essence blood was almost ineffective. Attacks occur almost every few days, and the intervals are getting shorter.

The most important thing is that the one-horned viper essence blood on his body is almost used.

As soon as Shi Mu thought of this, his face became a little cloudy.

At the same time. Inside the Holy Snow Palace.

The hall is made of white rock, and the walls are covered with the skulls of various strange beasts, adding a bit of savage atmosphere to the whole hall.

In the deepest part of the hall, a black stone table several feet long was extremely eye-catching, and behind the long table, there was a barbarian old man who looked old.

The old man's skin is furrowed. His eyes looked dull and cloudy, as if he hadn't woken up, and his withered right hand held a cane half a foot long, like a withered branch.

In front of the black stone table, eight barbarians in different costumes stood on both sides, arguing over something, looking tense.

"This is really a once-in-a-century heaven-sent opportunity, it can be said that God helps my barbarians! Once we unite with the Sea Clan, these despicable Terrans will no longer be able to stop the pace of the holy war, and then the fertile land of the Terrans will become a paradise for us to gallop, and I hope that the High Priest of Bilig will allow it!" On the left, a middle-aged barbarian with eyes like a copper bell first saluted the old man behind the black stone table, and then shouted loudly with spittle.

"Hmph, you Mangniu tribe is naturally easy to kill, it's really short-sighted! The Sea Clan is far more powerful than us barbarians and the Terrans, if we join forces with the Sea Clan, once the Terrans are truly defeated, I'm afraid the next target of the Sea Clan will be us! Our Golden Feather Tribes oppose an alliance with the Sea Clan. Before the high priest behind the stone table could speak, an old barbarian man on the right side with three golden feathers on his head immediately objected.

"Hehe, the Golden Priest is too worried, our barbarian wasteland is barren and lacks water, and the Sea Clan doesn't seem to have the motivation to do this, right?" As soon as the old man Jin Ling's voice fell, an old man on the other side who was holding a staff made of red bones and had slender eyes like poisonous snakes immediately refuted.

"Would the Sea Clan do this, and how did your Flame Snake Tribes know about it?" the Golden Priest glared at the thin-eyed old man.

"In any case, in this holy war, my barbarian tribe killed and injured countless warriors before they grabbed the most barren land of the three states in Daqi. There is a great opportunity in front of him, he can easily get a large area of fertile land, if he lets it go easily, how can he be worthy of those warrior spirits who died!" Before the thin-eyed old man could speak, a middle-aged barbarian with a cloak beside him said sharply.

Seeing that an old man in a green priest's robe was about to open his mouth to refute, the thin-eyed old man of the Fierce Snake Department spoke first:

"Everyone, listen to me first. When we make an alliance with the Sea Clan, we can seconded a clause that the territory to be captured will be owned by the occupying party, and then the Sea Clan will launch a large-scale attack on the Terrans, and then we barbarians can set up troops on the front line and send envoys to negotiate with the Terrans in secret. When I think of it, we can ask for a large amount of food, iron and other resources to compensate without a single soldier. If the Terrans know each other, we can stand still for the time being. ”

When the thin-eyed old man said this, he deliberately paused for a moment, and then continued with a smile:

"When the Terrans will move the main force forward and fight with the Sea Clan, we will take advantage of the situation to enter and wipe out the Terran Race, and take a large area of land for ourselves, and then we will not be able to say anything more than those Sea Clans. ”

When the other three priests heard this, they applauded continuously, and their faces showed excitement, and the old yellow eyes of the high priest on the main seat narrowed, and he opened his mouth and yawned.

"Your brutal actions are tantamount to playing with fire! The Seven Sects of the Three Kingdoms of the Human Race can survive for so long, and the foundation must be not small, even if you lose a large piece of land, you can still live in a corner. If we offend the Sea Clan and let the Terran hate us to the bone, do you think that the eight tribes of my barbarian clan can face the power of the two clans at the same time?" the Flame Fang Priest, dressed in a cyan priest's robe, snorted coldly.

"The four tribes of their fierce tribe are far away from the seaside, so I'm afraid they don't know the strength of the sea tribe, right? Our four tribes of the barbarian tribe have always lived in the sea, but we have suffered greatly from it! In short, our Naluo tribe will never agree. A green-robed priest beside the Flame Tooth Priest spoke slowly.

"Yes, the Sea Clan signed an armistice agreement with the Terrans back then, but the Sea Clan ignored the agreement and went to war on their own, and the words of such a race cannot be trusted!" The black-robed priest wearing a skull necklace sitting at the end of the right side echoed.

"How can you blame the Sea Clan for this, it is the Terran Race who is despicable, and it is the first to go to sea to hunt and kill the Sea Beasts!" the priest of the Mangniu Department glared at him and immediately retorted.

For a while, the four departments of Pingman opposed the alliance in unison, and the ferocious barbarians quarreled not to be outdone.

The Flame Tooth Priest frowned slightly, and suddenly waved his hand lightly at the three people beside him, and several priests stopped.

"Whether you want to make peace with the Terrans, please ask the High Priest to make a holy judgment!" said the Flame Tooth Priest as he stood up and bowed to the High Priest.

"Whether you want to form an alliance with the Sea Clan, please ask the High Priest to make a holy judgment!" The priest of the Mangniu Tribe, the middle-aged barbarian with eyes like copper bells, also stood up and said.

The other priests immediately fell silent, and all eyes looked at the old high priest at the same time, and to their surprise, the high priest closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

Everyone suddenly looked at each other for a while, everyone had a tacit understanding and did not show a trace of noise, and the Flame Tooth Priest and the Mangniu Priest also maintained their original posture, without a trace of impatience on their faces.

After a full quarter of an hour, the high priest's hand holding the dead branch moved slightly, and a pair of old yellow eyes opened.

Seeing this, Priest Yan Tooth and Priest Mo hurriedly asked the high priest for instructions again.

"Don't argue about it. Today's four fierce and peaceful four can each select fifty totem warriors below the congenital level, through the gate of the brave, enter the forbidden land of the brave to hunt fierce beasts, and then hunt the beast soul level and how many winners and losers, the time is limited to ten days. "The high priest said slowly.

As soon as the high priest said this, the following eight priests began to discuss, and they were very puzzled why the high priest opened the door of the warrior in advance.

The Warrior's Gate leads to a huge and incomparably sealed space, which retains the ancient style, so the heaven and earth are full of vitality, and there are countless fierce beasts that have long been extinct in the outside world, which is a huge treasure for the barbarian tribes living in the wasteland, so opening it early will lose the interests of all the tribes, and the priests naturally resist.

However, when everyone saw that the high priest's face was expressionless, and that he had no intention of changing his order, the discussion calmed down, and they did not dare to say more, and began to calculate the gains and losses of this contest.

Soon, the faces of the priests of the fierce tribes welled up with joy, while the faces of the priests of the barbarian tribes were a little difficult to look at.

The bloodline of the barbarian giant is thin, and its strength has always been weaker than that of the ferocent, even if the ferocious is caught in the war with the human race, this competition is more than one win or one loser.

"The Sea Clan, and the Terran Clan, can also send two people each to enter the Warrior's Gate as a support. Seeing that the crowd had calmed down, the high priest spoke slowly again.

(To be continued.) )