Nangong Fan wouldn't be stupid enough to compete with that wolf skull sacrificer, even if it was broken?

Ice Bear Priest won't drop a single piece of meat.

What's more, the priest's methods are extremely weird, if he does something to blow himself up at the door, then he is not going to finish the game?

Nangong Fan's target from the beginning was the Ice Bear Priest himself, as long as he killed him, no matter how many means he had, it would not be of any use.

The spiritual power is too weak, so it all comes to urge the power of the law.

Wind, earth, fire, ice!

Nangong Fan used all his brains.

The figure flickered towards the Ice Bear Priest, the sword slashed, and the fierce aura jumped on the paper.

"Get out!"

The Ice Bear Priest spat out a mouthful of blood, swiped his palm, and with the blessing of strange power, he walked towards Nangong Fan, and with the other hand he held the flute as a sword and stroked forward.

The strange power surges, and there is no way to retreat even half a step, and there is no way to retreat.

Nangong Fan's speed was too fast, like a gust of wind blowing, and this ten meter distance was crossed by just one breath.

The Ice Bear Priest was sad in his heart, in order to obtain the creation of Naraush, he had almost consumed many of the sacrificial vessels he had put away close to him, and now there were no sacrificial vessels that could fight except for the wolf skull and this flute.

Why can such a young guy break through and feel like he has broken through for a long time?

This power is even more terrifying than the reckless man of the tiger Teng.

This is not science!

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth twitched slightly, "Is this a poor skill?"

The sword slashed.

Sonorous sounds.

This flute actually blocked the Black Dragon Sword, but Nangong Fan's strength still crushed it and retreated.

The wolf skull roared towards Nangong Fan's vest.

Nangong Fan didn't panic at all, his eyes flashed brown.

Bearish!

"Whew!"

The body swelled dramatically, the power of the rage was even stronger, and even the effect of gravity surged.

This force completely reached the crushing momentum, instantly bending the flute in the hands of the Ice Bear Priest, and the violent force was still vented against his palm and body.

"Boom!"

The Ice Bear Priest's eyes flashed with fierceness, the sacrificial weapon is this benefit, it is too easy to detonate compared to an ordinary and stable spirit weapon.

All it takes is a thought.

The explosion is irreversible.

But the spirituality is already consumed by the huge force, how much power can it have even if it explodes?

The Ice Bear Priest's palm is gone!

This explosion tore off the traction of Nangong Fan and his qi, and the whole person quickly retreated.

"Boom!"

This time it was the wolf skull that Nangong Fan's other bear paw went to block.

Although the wolf's skull is damaged, it can be stained with essence and blood, and the energy contained in it is stronger than that of a flute.

The feeling of danger beats in the heart.

The bearish Nangong Fan would never be weaker than any demon beast when he said that he was violent, so he blocked the palm of the wolf's skull, slammed it outward, and then hurriedly protected his head.

In his other hand, he held a short dagger-like black dragon sword, and his eyes were fixed on the retreating Ice Bear Priest.

Throw it with all your might!

Red rays streaked across the void and pierced through the heart in the blink of an eye.

Red Mang was happily devouring everything he touched, as if the entire body of the Ice Bear Priest was about to disappear in between.

"Boom!"

The wolf's skull exploded.

A huge power came from behind him.

But after throwing the Black Dragon Sword again, Nangong Fan had already squatted down.

Even so, the entire back was blurred in an instant, and it looked extremely miserable.

The brown mangs surged, and Nangong Fan's body appeared.

There are blood marks on the back, and the whole person seems to have completely turned into a bloody person.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Nangong Fan coughed lightly, and it was full of blood foam. Sitting on the ground with a butt, in this heaven and earth environment, he feels so tired after a few shots like this!

With a thought, he triggered the Black Dragon Sword, and by the way, he wrapped the two rings that kept spinning in place and flew back together.

Only one human skin that had lost its palm remained in place, and everything else was completely devoured by the Black Dragon Sword, leaving no trace.

took off the ring and put it with him, and as soon as he grasped the black dragon sword, there was a warm current from it, and Nangong Fan groaned comfortably.

Even the bloody hole in the palm of his hand was wriggling, and it seemed to be about to heal. Not to mention the skin on the back.

Of course, pain is inevitable.

This is the first consummation powerhouse under the Black Dragon Sword, but it will definitely not be the first!

This warm current is so heartfelt and comfortable that it seems to tempt people to sink and never break free from it.

Nangong Fan took the black dragon sword back to the dantian to warm up, took out a pill from the ring and took it, and stood up with his body strong.

Towards the path of the brutes.

One step in a leap and disappear in place.

This time, the puppet who didn't know where to hide didn't speak, and Nangong Fan was also happy, lying directly on the ground and gently closing his eyes.

It was only a moment before the snoring sounded.

Nangong Fan believes that as long as he sleeps, everything will be fine when he wakes up.

Of course, he had to move bricks as soon as he slept, no, moving stones, such a good opportunity to improve his physique, he would never miss it.

......

Hu Teng raised his head and looked at the golden crow statue with no end in sight, and then his gaze fell on this inheritance pillar again, and his mood was extremely complicated.

Of course, he didn't have the ability to know that this was a three-legged golden crow statue, and thought it was just a tall and majestic building.

I couldn't help but sigh, "I'm here again." ”

Qianyi was slightly stunned and nodded.

"How many people do you say will get the exercises this time?" Hu Teng's eyes were full of anticipation, who wouldn't want the barbarians to be better?

Nowadays, the barbarians still have such a inheritance, that is, they rely on their ancestors to obtain the exercises in the inheritance, and before they die, or before they ascend, they will leave the exercises after experiencing their own understanding as a foundation.

As for keeping the original? No one can do that.

The Heavenly Dao Oath that was naturally left behind when accepting the inheritance was not a joke, and I couldn't comprehend it to that extent.

"If there are two, I will go and worship my ancestors. Qianyi smiled bitterly.

"Shouldn't there be one to worship the ancestors?" Hu Teng's face was full of banter.

"For some reason, I feel that Xiao Ran will definitely succeed. Qianyi's face was a little strange.

"I feel that way, too. Hu Teng became serious, "It must be the method of the high priest, it would be good if it was passed down." ”

"It's good to have one this time, you can't be too greedy. Qianyi's eyes scanned the surroundings, "Look at those footprints came directly to the desert, but all the barbarian people who have reached the legend have experienced the baptism of the inheritance pillar, and there is no second chance, why are you here?"

"Maybe there is some way to get into this?" Tiger Teng pointed his chin at the Golden Crow Statue and said abruptly.

When the two of them communicated, the younger generation of barbarians had already entered the inheritance pillar one by one under the arrangement of several legends and experienced baptism.

If someone succeeds in obtaining the exercises, he will be noticed by many barbarians, and even if there is a fight between barbarian tribes, he will never be involved.

If he becomes a Chosen One like the Priest of Zilong, there is no problem for the entire barbarian clan to revolve around him.

Qianyi's eyes shrank, "Indeed, only this can attract me so much to the legend of the barbarian powerhouse." ”

"The two of us are guarding the gate in case of accidents?" said Hu Teng Urn angrily, his eyes flashing with violence.

"Brother Tiger, the festival mourns and changes!" Qianyi patted Hu Teng's powerful shoulder and sighed softly.

"I know who that evil cultivator is, I must have torn him apart!"

The two of them took a few steps forward, stepped over the steps, and stood on either side of the gate, like two security guards, their eyes scanning the surroundings fiercely.

At the same time, he was looking at the situation of the inheritance pillar with his residual vision.

Twenty young people in a row entered the pillar of inheritance, and when they came out, they hung their heads and were about to cry.

Those young people who had not yet entered with great interest finally reined in, and the whole square was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

This is not a daily slapstick game, this is a step to the ladder, as long as it is successful, it will become the center of the tribe, marry Bai Fumei, and step to the peak of life.

It's just that at this time, even the young men of each tribe who are extremely outstanding have not succeeded in twenty baptisms!

It's finally Xiao Ran's turn!

Even the two security guards focused their eyes on it, looking forward to it.

With a gentle smile on his face, Xiao Ran bit his fingertips and lightly pressed his palm on the inheritance crystal.

The body disappeared in front of everyone.

The Legacy Hedron shimmered as brightly as before.

Will the best young people of this generation succeed?

Everyone is looking forward to it, even the little broken children who are usually very jealous of Xiao Ran are no exception, as long as one person succeeds, it will also give them a shot in the arm.

Time ticks and ticks.

That's more than the people who have held out the longest.

At this time, even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly in the square.

"Click!"

One after another, voices rang out, and the heavy door slowly opened.

The young man thought that there had been a result, and his little face turned red, and it was even more difficult for him.

All the legendary powerhouses present set their eyes on the statue of the Golden Crow at the same time.

A crack appeared in the huge door that had been twitched vigorously by all the unwilling people who had suffered under it, and someone immediately rushed forward.

The light flickered, and it fell under the steps with a pop at a faster speed.

"Ouch!" a mouthful of blood spat out of the man's mouth, and his body collapsed limply.

How can the majesty of the three-legged golden crow be provoked by ordinary people?

Unless they perform a deep sacrifice like the Ice Bear Priest, or they are the Chosen One, there is no other normal means to enter it.

Of course, you can blast through everything and rush in, but everyone in the room combined doesn't have that ability.

The few people who reacted slowly immediately stopped their pace, forget it, or don't do meaningless things.

One lifted up the impulsive man who was almost falling apart, and the others looked at the gap.

Who could it be?

Hu Teng and Qianyi are already aggressive, ready to strike at any time.

A not-so-tall figure was revealed in the golden light that shot from inside the statue.

"Huh? ”

With a faint chuckle, the momentum on Hu Teng and Qianyi's bodies was all reined in, and they shouted in surprise, "Kurosawa!"

"Uncle Qian, Uncle Tiger. Nangong Fan stepped out from among the statues, and the door slowly closed with a clatter.

At the same time, Nangong Fan had one more message in his mind, as long as he wanted to, he could enter the bottom of the idol again at any time to experience the excitement of those three paths.

As for going to the territory of Qijiu again, it is impossible.

In Nangong Fan's guess, the Chosen One is the ticket to the bottom.

And a treasure house such as the Seven or Nine Units, a person only has one chance to enter once in his life.

"Have you seen that evil cultivator?" Qianyi said urgently.

"See. Nangong Fan nodded.

"Who is it?" Qianyi clenched his fists, all of their tribes wandered around as fast as they could, and there was not a single survivor among the remnants of the eleven tribes!

The methods of this cult are outrageous.

Most importantly, he's still a barbarian!

"Ice Bear Priestess. Nangong Fan spoke slowly.

Qianyi's head was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect that it was the first person under Zilong among the priests to do such a cruel thing.

said again and again, "No wonder, only he disappeared in Beiliang City." ”