"Three Thousand Beacons"

When the voice fell, a fire appeared out of thin air!

The fire, which is enough to burn all things in the world, rolls out with a thousand might.

In an instant, all the poison was reduced to ashes in the flames.

The high priest looked at the sea of fire, his face changed greatly, and his figure exploded back, but he still retreated slowly, and one arm was burned into nothingness by the flames.

After solving the trouble in front of him, Wang Chen's face turned pale, he sat down, gritted his teeth, and let himself not pass out.

At this time, the golden-horned leopard was loyal and protected by Wang Chen's side.

Looking at the yellow sand in the distance, in the yellow sand, dense figures flickered, and the high priest smiled maniacally.

The army of their Five Poison Tribes has arrived.

Wang Chen was powerless in his heart, maybe today was really going to end, looking at the stabbing stick, his eyes were full of reluctance, and he had no regrets when he looked at Feng Qing in a coma.

In the blink of an eye, a large group of people came, and as far as the eye could see, there was an army of tens of thousands of people, poisonous bees flying in the sky, poisonous spiders, centipedes, poisonous scorpions, poisonous snakes on the ground, hideous and fierce.

This is the Five Poisons Tribe, a tribe that can truly rank among the first-class forces.

"High priest, here ......" A middle-aged man walked out of the group, looked at the high platform, the dead bodies were lined up, blood was flowing backwards, and then looked to the side, the high priest who had broken off one arm, his eyes flashed with anger.

"Patriarch, this is the man who killed our people. The high priest pointed at Wang Chen with hatred, as the high priest, he needed a pair of hands to seal and communicate the arrival of the totem god, but now, he has been abolished.

The patriarch of the Five Poisons Tribe, named Mo Xing, a cultivator in the late Kaiyuan Realm, stared at Wang Chen, who was full of weakness, this person was able to kill so many clansmen, and also defeated the high priest, which is enough to show that this person's strength is extraordinary.

Could it be that some tribe sent them?

It's just that he wants to break his head, but he can't figure out who Wang Chen is.

"Who are you, and why do you kill my people and hurt my priests without cause? Mo Xing spoke in a deep voice, he knew in his heart that the forces in the desert were mixed, and the slightest carelessness would cause the disaster of extermination.

"Hehe, for no reason?" Wang Chen shook his feet, facing the army of tens of millions, his expression was calm, and in laughter, he raised his hand to stab the heavenly stick: "You arrested my beloved priest, but told me for no reason?"

Mo Xing looked at the woman on the stone pillar, and then at Wang Chen, and understood why in his heart.

A person with such a means, he doesn't want to provoke, if he can turn enemies into friends and make him a guest of the Five Poison Tribe, it is enough to increase the strength of the Five Poison Tribe by a large margin.

"This matter, maybe it's a misunderstanding, we ......"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the high priest.

"Patriarch, this person is blasphemous totem and unforgivable, we must kill them all today, so as to apologize to the gods, otherwise we will cause the gods to be angry, and we can't afford it. ”

Mo Xing paused, the people of the desert, admired the totem in their hearts, and the totem was the god in their hearts.

"But ......," Mo Xing looked at the high priest hesitantly.

"Patriarch, please also kill this person, and declare to all the clansmen of the Five Poisons Tribe that the gods will not be blasphemed. ”

The high priest gritted his teeth, and today he must pay the price for Wang Chen to extinguish his hatred of broken arms.

Mo Xing nodded and looked at Wang Chen.

"Thou hast insulted the totem of my people, and today thou hast taken thy blood to atone for the gods. ”

"The Five Poison Tribal people listened to the order and killed this person. ”

Suddenly, tens of thousands of people from the Five Poison Tribal tribesmen were fighting with monstrous intent, and their shouts were deafening.

Wang Chen smiled bitterly, his expression full of determination.

"Even if you leave today, you have to kill a happy one. ”

When the will of war arises, only blood is worthy of triumph.

At this time, there were bursts of thunderous vibrations in the sky, and the wind suddenly rose to set off a yellow sandstorm that covered the sky, and the black clouds rolling all over the sky swept in all directions, covering the scorching sun.

The whole world was gloomy.

"This, this is the wrath of the heavens, the wrath of the gods. The high priest trembled, and his eyes were full of horror.

The faces of the people of the Five Poison Tribe changed drastically, like an apocalyptic scene, they had never seen before.

When everyone was frightened, a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Chen's mouth, followed by a crazy laugh.

Because......

He felt the breath of a demon.

In the dust and sand raised in the distance, huge figures, like gods of war, set off endless slaughter when they walked out.

The faces of the people of the Five Poison Tribe changed suddenly, and they looked at the countless demon beasts, trembling in fear.

What kind of existence did they provoke?

"The army of the demon clan obeyed the order and killed this clan, leaving no one behind. ”

In the wind, Wang Chen laughed and stood on the high platform, as if he coincided with the figure many years ago.

In the yellow sand, countless demon beasts, hideous, roared and rushed into the crowd of the Five Poison Tribe.

Under the trampling of iron hooves, I don't know how many poisons died.

As far as the eye can see, the number of the Five Poison Tribe is no more than 10,000, and the demon beasts in front of him are roughly estimated to be more than 100,000.

Ten times the combat power, enough to sweep the entire desert.

A black-scaled iron rhinoceros rushed into the crowd, allowing all kinds of poisons to bite it, and it was difficult to hurt it for half a point, walking all the way, leaving one piece of flesh and mud after another on the ground.

Blue-eyed monkeys, with their own agile speed and huge numbers, no one survives wherever they go.

......

The moment the battle began, it was one-sided, and the Five Poison Tribes were defeated one after another.

Seeing that the Five Poison Tribe was about to perish, the patriarch had red eyes and trembled, watching one clansman after another fall, and his heart was dripping blood.

He regretted that he should not have listened to the words of the high priest and provoked Wang Chen.

But what now?

On the high platform, Wang Chen looked at everything that happened with cold eyes, without the slightest pity in his heart, he knew that if it were not for these demon beast army, I am afraid that he would be the one who died tragically now.

Feng Qing had been rescued by Wang Chen, and with the continuous transmission of spiritual power into her body, she regained her vitality and gradually opened her eyes.

What caught my eye was a blood-stained young man's face.

"Wang Chen, you're here, hurry up, it's too dangerous here. Feng Qing thought of something and hurriedly asked Wang Chen to leave.

Wang Chen smiled softly: "Don't worry, with me, no one can hurt you." ”

After speaking, Wang Chen stepped aside, and Feng Qing saw everything that was happening in front of him, his face was full of horror, and he didn't know what to say.

At this time, the patriarch of the Five Poisons Tribe walked towards Wang Chen, and Wang Chen suddenly got up, exuding a solemn killing intent with the stick in his hand.

"Don't, don't get me wrong. The patriarch of the Five Poisons Tribe, seeing the killing intent on Wang Chen's body, hurriedly opened his mouth to explain, and after speaking, he knelt down in front of everyone, with tears and remorse on his face.

"My lord, please, raise your noble hand and spare us!" the trembling voice of the patriarch of the Five Poisons Tribe was full of pleading.

Every moment, a large number of Five Poison Tribal clansmen would die, and he couldn't bear to see this scene.