The road ahead seemed to be a little more difficult than when Nangong Fan was free and free, and this huge burden made it almost difficult for him to breathe.

Wang Zai shook the feather fan, looking at the totem pole and the priest's tent with a relaxed face, the divine light flashed in his eyes, the barbarian inheritance is not weaker than the human race at all in some aspects, and the mellow history and the integrity of the inheritance are not lagging behind at all. In a sense, the barbarians are the most elite branch of the human race, and they are a little more important than the orcs.

Barbarian things must have their merits, Wang Zai is interested in this, he has reached perfection, the next step will be to face the ascension, then it will be a new world, how can there be a fast understanding of things under the general trend of heaven and earth?

Wang Zai doesn't mind giving himself more hole cards that can be opened, even if he knows a little more about the barbarians, he can also let himself have a bottom in his heart when facing the barbarians in the future.

People with a heart are always increasing their experience and enriching their bodies all the time.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood. Forget this brother, what do you call it?" the brute was silent for a long time, and finally spoke.

Wang Zai nodded and pointed to Gong Fan, "Follow him, just call me Wang Zai." ”

"Uncle Wang, you're laughing again. ”

The three of them talked for a few words and then fell silent.

A stick of incense time flies in the blink of an eye. In the high priest's tent, the supernatural energy kept flickering, even if the lines on the tent had a strange effect, it could not stop the waves inside.

Nangong Fan also found that the Zilong that shrouded the sky above the tribe had also been fluctuating, and it seemed to have branched out a force and injected it into the tent?

The movement in the tent finally stopped, and the three of them looked at it together.

Nangong Fan and Wang Zai were just curious. The barbarian is full of worries, even if he has not really seen this kind of priest inheritance, many priests have also cultivated by themselves. But the documents in the tribe have a lot of positive records, and it was not all smooth sailing during this period, and with a slight negligence, both of them were very likely to die on the spot.

Priesthood is a rare profession in the North, and everyone who might become a priest is under the protection of the tribe. As long as the priest is there, he can communicate with the totem and even cultivate the totem, flying sand and stones in a thought, and thundering in a move. Even if the Zilong tribe is a top tribe, with a population of more than 100,000, there are less than 1,000 people with priestly talents, and fifty of them can really become priests in the end, which is enough to burn high incense.

Xiao Ran is only twenty-eight years old, and he has already entered the threshold of priesthood, and he can be called the first person with priest talent in the entire northern realm in a hundred years, if he and the high priest fold in it together, it will be a great bad news for the Zilong tribe.

The barbarian was nervous and worried, the death of the high priest could not be changed, he just wanted Xiao Ran to come out of it alive.

There was no movement for a long time, Nangong Fan and Wang Zai glanced at each other, and the supernatural patterns on the tent blocked them from peeping, and they also didn't know what was going on.

Wang Zai nodded at Nangong Fan, and walked slowly towards the priest's tent, he kept moving forward at this extremely slow pace, as long as he walked to the door, no one had come out yet, he didn't mind breaking in. His old buddy doesn't know what the situation is in Beiliang City, and he doesn't have much time to wait here.

The brute glanced at it, and did not stop it, if it weren't for the respect for the priest in his heart, with his fiery temperament, he had already rushed in, why did he need two outsiders to make a decision?

Seeing that Wang Zai was halfway gone, the barbarian's face became more and more difficult to see, and he seemed to know the end.

Wang Zai walked to the door, looked back at the two people with different faces, and took a deep breath, even if he was offended, he actually felt the slightest threat here, as if something was secretly staring at him? This reminded him of the scene in the ancient battlefield, and he was also swept away by one leg after giving birth to this feeling.

Wang Zai was very vigilant in his heart, after all, he was very different from half a month ago, even if he encountered the giant legs of the ancient battlefield again, he was confident that he would be able to react, and he would not be hit unknowingly. The movement of his hand was not slow at all, and he grabbed at the curtain that could obscure his vision and spiritual sense. From the white light that loomed on his fingertips, it could be seen that he was not so arrogant.

Before the palm of his hand touched the curtain, the curtain was lifted spontaneously.

As soon as Wang Zai's eyes shrank, the white light from his fingertips subconsciously burst out, leaving two conspicuous black marks in the air. With the other hand, he fanned the feather fan, and the slightly cyan brilliance instantly completely enveloped him.

One offense and one defense, wonderful.

Nangong Fan's eyes stared, looking at the cyan brilliance, Wang Zai was worthy of reaching the peak at the age of fifty The legend that made Hei Yuqing praise his peers Tianjiao, he actually comprehended the mystery of the green lotus Dao fire with a scaly claw from the ring space, but there was no Dao fire in his body, and he was much less powerful like rootless duckweed, but this was also extremely terrifying.

There is no alien spiritual power in this world that is simple. With this foundation, Wang Zai's comprehension of the laws of fire and wood will be much easier than ordinary people in the future.

A slightly immature white hand poked out of the curtain, and the white light dotted on it, and there was a cry of pain, starting from the priest's tent, and the whole tribe seemed to be uneasy.

Nangong Fan saw a ray of rainbow light on the totem pole shooting into the sky, and all the lines in the tribe trembled, and between the squirming, wisps of strange light squeezed out of it and gathered in mid-air.

The already clean sky in the north is dyed with colorful brilliance and looks beautiful.

The whole tribe came to life!

The terrifying power then swept through the sky.

Wang Zai's fingertips flicked, the feather fan swayed, and the white light of the Dao came out of it, levitating above him.

"Go!"

With a command, the white light swirled and shot straight towards the tent.

The tent lit up with an eerie glow, and a circle of strange light rippled out.

The white light is like a pebble thrown into the sea, and it has no other effect than to stir up the slightest ripple.

"Boom!"

The white light expanded, exploded violently, and exploded black dots one after another in the non-stop "bang-bang" sound. It was as if ink was splashed on the priest's tent and left a picture of yin and yang, between black and white, even the light was annihilated.

The feather fan in Wang Zai's hand swayed again, and the whole person flew backwards beside Nangong Fan in a chic manner, and whispered to him, "I almost lost face." ”

Nangong Fan nodded, this is the main battlefield of the priests, the general trend of the entire heaven and earth is under the control of Zilong, and it is extremely rare for Wang Zai to have the upper hand in a short period of time.

This is still the power of the new priest, if the previous high priest personally took action, what kind of scenery would it be under the care of Zilong?

No wonder the end of the dynasty has never extended its tentacles to the north, not because they don't want to, but because the price is too great to outweigh the losses.

Thinking about it this way, the Xuanbei Pass also has the meaning of preventing the barbarians from entering the pass, otherwise the barbarians will invade, as long as there is a stronghold for them to set up a totem pole, it will become more and more powerful like a snowball, until it threatens the rule of the last dynasty.

The man who lifted the curtain finally emerged from the tent, a strange robe with dense lines on it, forming a strange monster.

With horns on his head, wings on his back, and auspicious clouds on his feet, his vigorous body seems to be full of strength.

Is this what the dragon looks like? Not to mention, the young dragon that should have been slaughtered on Pluto is somewhat similar.

The immature skin can be broken by blowing, and it is also dyed with all kinds of lines at this time, Nangong Fan carefully looked at it for a long time, and he can be sure that this is not a painting, some of it seems to grow naturally?

With a little majesty in his face, Nangong Fan found some shadows of the high priest from it, and this Xiao Ran seemed to have undergone a transformation in such a short period of time, not just looking mature.

As Xiao Ran stepped out, the various colors of light rendered by the sky finally disappeared, as if the power that could be destroyed was just an illusion.

Xiao Ran's face was sad but firm, "Uncle Man, Master has gone." You go first to take care of the relics, and we can bury the master after that. ”

The brute nodded, and a teardrop crossed the sky.

Xiao Ran looked at Wang Zai deeply, and only when he saw that Wang Zai's heart was furious, did he focus on Nangong Fan, "Please advise me more in the future." ”

"It's up to you, I'm just a boat in the sea. Nangong Fan nodded, "Do you need me and my friend to help you do something?"

"Then you can follow me and watch the master into the ground. After all, he cared about you a little more than me when he was alive. Xiao Ran laughed to himself. "It should make him walk more comfortably in the Heavenly Spirit. ”

"Good. ”

......

A thousand meters outside the tribe, Nangong Fan also sensed Zilong's breath here, which was even a little stronger than in the tribe.

After the barbarians arranged for people to guard the tribe, several people came here.

Four ice wolves, taller than ordinary horses, were crawling on the ice not far behind, their dark green pupils looking around vigilantly. They are ice wolves that have escaped from the wolf pack, and they are very afraid of other monsters and beasts to see them as prey.

Nangong Fan and the four of them stood against the wind and snow, and this bit of frost was no big problem for the four of them.

There is a totem pole in front of it, which is much smaller than that in the tribe, which freezes it in a radius of ten meters, leaving a little paradise.

Tombs where a little bit of smoothie is piled up and a spirit card abounds.

Nangong Fan looked at the spirit card slightly, and there were words written on it that he couldn't understand except for a few numbers, so he set his eyes on the tiny pillar.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he feels that the spirituality of this pillar is much stronger than the one in the square.

"This is the main pillar. Xiao Ran said softly.

Nangong Fan nodded, after leaving the tribe, Nangong Fan and Xiao Ran also formed a tacit understanding.

Under Xiao Ran's few words of reminder, Nangong Fan knew that the tribe seemed to be greatly open, but in fact, most of the adult barbarians were closed after they went out with the chieftain, and those peripheral exposed lines and Zilong were closed means.

Therefore, the high priest was excited when he heard that an outsider was coming, and Zilong could subconsciously recognize the existence except for the "savior".

These are not problems, the problem lies in the appearance of Wang Zai, which seems to be extremely normal, for example, the barbarian did not notice anything wrong, but for Xiao Ran of Men'er Qing, the appearance of Wang Zai is worth pondering.

There is no stupid person who can become a priest, and Xiao Ran, who can be designated as the heir by the high priest himself, is even more of the top among the smart people.

Xiao Ran made a demon oath in front of Nangong Fan in front of the totem. This is more effective for the priest than any oath or restraint, and the priest who has no totem approval is still a priest?

I have to say that Xiao Ran is worthy of being a smart person. Nangong Fan, under the unwitting influence of King Beiliang, still ate this set, and the two of them became a lot closer.

At this time, Xiao Ran was sitting with Nangong Fan's incomprehensible movements, holding the torn clothes left by the high priest that had been corroded a lot, jumping around the main pillar in the east and west.

As for the remains of the High Priest, they dissipated into a cloud of smoke and a puddle of mud at the end of his life.

If it weren't for the strange luster looming in Xiao Ran's movements, Nangong Fan would have thought that this was twisting Yangge. After all, this is too similar to the movements of the idle old women in the ancestral house.

A hazy light rose from the main pillar, and a strange light shrouded Xiao Ran's body, focusing on the clothes.

Nangong Fan seemed to see a vague shadow, somewhat similar to the high priest, but much younger, standing at him with a smile, waving his hand, and heading towards Elysium.

Sadness welled up in his heart, and even the many spirit cards standing on the ground shone brightly.