Chapter 80: The Black Statue
"That's Thunder Maniac?"
A few figures hiding in the corner of the wall kept twitching the corners of their mouths, looking at the terrifying scene four or five hundred meters away.
I saw an indifferent young man wearing a blue and purple costume and facing the square with a wave of his big sleeves, and a huge and small cloud suddenly rose between the flat ground, and the cloud rose rapidly, quickly covering the top of his head, rumbling in a thundercloud the size of a football field, the electric snake danced wildly, the thunder was vertical and horizontal, and there seemed to be an endless thunderous breath brewing, boiling, and spreading in it.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Countless thunderbolts thundered, the barbarians who besieged them suffered heavy casualties, hundreds of meters around were scorched black, and the black charcoal-like corpses on the ground silently told the tragic situation, but it inspired the blood and courage of the barbarians.
"What a waste!"
One of the peekers licked his lips, beating his chest and stomping, as if he saw a big guy pick up a lottery ticket worth five million from the ground, but then he didn't hesitate to tear up the huge lottery ticket and throw it into the trash.
To cultivate the White Bone Tomb, the most important thing in the early stage is to accumulate the number of White Bone Golems.
Obviously, those corpses that were blasted to slag by lightning definitely couldn't be used as materials for refining bone golems.
......
At the same time, in addition to these people, in the entire barbarian capital, among the scattered corners, there are people who are dealing with this sudden situation, there are handsome and demon-like blue-haired young men who are murderous, talking and laughing to kill barbarians, there are rough men with heavy knives, killing like evil ghosts, and of course, more are hiding in the shadows like Shang Luo, scouting information.
Of course, no matter how they responded, the vast majority of people's eyes were still on the hideous bone dragon in the air.
The gray-black ghost mist filled the sky, and the dragon's power spread, making the air become extremely oppressive, and countless Dao stared at the white bone dragon entrenched in the sky with heavy and shocked eyes, and their hearts were like turning over the river and the sea.
"Aleba!"
In the palace in the center of the barbarian capital, a tall and dark figure roared angrily, and the next moment, dozens of figures kneeling below were all frightened, and their bodies were prostrate.
"Boom!"
A heavy fist slammed into the stone pillar, bursting a huge gap, and the gravel fell to the ground, making a clattering sound, but these few vents did not reduce the anger in the shadow's heart by half a point.
Countless secret reports came from under his hand, and he already knew that someone was targeting him.
Looking gloomily at the blue waning moon hanging high in the air, the figure took a deep breath and made a decision.
......
"Boom!"
Just as the white bone dragon was wantonly destroying the buildings below the ground, in the palace of the Barbarian Capital, a dark and mysterious black light suddenly rose, like a drop of ink dripping into the clear water, and quickly spread.
A sneering sound rose at the junction of the black light and the ghostly mist.
In the palace of the barbarian capital, the tall and dark figure had a cold color on his face, in front of him, ninety-nine barbarians were lying in a pool of blood, blood flowed quickly along the strange lines on the ground, and when all the blood flowed to the end and merged into the huge black statue, a black light suddenly burst out.
Above the sky, the black light continued to devour the territory of the sky, and the ghost fog retreated, and soon the black light was like a canopy, occupying half of the sky, this black and the gray and black of the ghost fog are both cold colors, very close, but at first glance, they can immediately distinguish the difference.
The ghost fog is cold, changing, and the flow is immortal.
The black light has an ancient connotation, with a viscous texture like oil.
With the continuous invasion of the black light, the ghost fog keeps compressing, this compression means retreating, and it also means that the concentration of the ghost fog is increasing, and finally, with the blue waning moon as the boundary, the ghost fog shows its ferocity, and countless fierce beasts and ghosts come out, and the black light starts an alternative crazy fight.
"Oh out of the way!"
Looking at the scorching situation in the sky and the raging bone dragon, the tall and dark figure waved his hand violently, and hundreds of barbarian soldiers pressed dozens of barbarians up, swords and axes fell, wailing continuously, and blood stained the ground.
Looking at the clansmen in the pool of blood, the figure was dripping blood in his heart.
But for the revival of the totem, the blood sacrifice of the royal family is indispensable.
"Ahchiraru. ”
The figure prayed silently, his eyes condensed on the black giant statue that exuded primitive, wild, mysterious, bloody and so on, although the situation was urgent, but as a barbarian king with quite a few means, he quickly judged that the enemy was not something that the current barbarian capital could fight against, the Great Barbarian Dynasty was very strong, but due to the recent war with the Blood Barbarian Dynasty, ninety percent of the strength was placed on the border, even with his three royal uncles.
After all, who would have thought that an enemy would cross the border and go straight to the royal capital of the Great Barbarian Dynasty?
Until now, the only way to do this is to rely on blood to sacrifice the people of the royal family and inspire the ancestor totem to fight against the evil bone dragon.
The huge stone carving with a height of 100 meters is painted with dense patterns, scarlet and hideous, with the strong body with great visual impact, like a demon god in hell, with the continuous flow of blood, the stone pillar in the hand of the black statue suddenly lit up.
The sky was full of black light, and the huge stone pillar slowly rose, the whole body was blood red, with a total of nine sections, and as soon as it appeared, there was a momentum of suppressing heaven and earth.
The nine sections of the stone pillar are carved with different reliefs, some of which describe the rise of the barbarians, some of the blood sacrifice of the living beings, some of the battlefield against the enemy, and some of the bloody massacre......
The pictures belonging to the history of the barbarians are displayed in the reliefs, which are the epics belonging to the barbarians, the legends of the barbarians, and the glory of the barbarians.
"Is it equivalent to a totem of a treasure artifact?"
Looking at the stone pillar, and the black stone sculpture that was still sleeping under the stone pillar, there was a rare touch of contemplation in Luo Fa's narrow eyes.
The magic weapon is divided into magic weapons, treasure weapons, mysterious weapons, and spiritual weapons from low to high.
Each large level is divided into four small levels: lower grade, middle grade, upper grade, and superb grade.
If the magic weapon itself is already extremely precious, the value of the treasure is even more than dozens or hundreds of times that of the magic weapon.
A treasure word already says it all.
In a sense, the essence of a treasure weapon is no less than that of a cultivator in the Acupuncture Realm.
Powerful treasures often have the power to destroy the world.
Although the scarlet stone pillars and black statues were very different from the orthodox treasures, the fluctuations that leaked out were no weaker than a medium-grade treasure.
"Interesting, interesting, hahaha, interesting. ”
The contemplation under his eyes immediately turned into extreme madness, and Luo Fa, who was held high in the air, suddenly laughed wildly, and his originally feminine temperament suddenly became evil, crazy and flamboyant.
There is a challenge to have fun, otherwise an opponent who is too weak will be a waste of his time.
At this time, the stone pillar swept through the boundless blood, and the endless aura between heaven and earth surged from all directions, evolving into various blood-colored pictures such as swords and soldiers, millions of corpses, and bleeding and drifting, all of which were carved in relief, and wisps of evil qi drifted out from the sea of blood, almost dyeing the sky red.
In the palace below, the blood sacrifice was still going on, when thousands of people were drowned in a pool of blood, the black light in the sky boiled painfully, and the blood light on the black giant statue turned around, and then disappeared, and a huge black barbarian appeared in the sky.
The black barbarian pulled up the blood-colored stone pillar, like a killing god who walked out of the barbarian battlefield, stepping on the sea of blood.
The sea of blood is surging, and the waves of blood are surging like a tide, wave after wave, covering the sky and the sun.
"Whew!"
Above the sky, one blood red, one gray black, two extremely powerful forces spilled out, so that the air stopped flowing, and the two sides were bounded by the blue waning moon, like magma hitting a tsunami, and the saber rattling.
As if thunder resounded, the terrifying winds formed by the huge impact raged wildly, and the countless stone houses in the city below were shattered under this impact.