Rumble!

With a wave of the Tai Slaying Sword Light, it was ten zhang long, and all forms of attacks were shattered into unfinished sword qi aftermath, falling on the swamp, cutting these evil frogs into pieces.

Fly all the way, sword light is horizontal!

The Nine Stars are ringed in the body, vertically and horizontally connected into one, seducing the stars above the Nine Heavens, and the power of the stars is endless, which is difficult to dry.

Don't worry about running out of mana, Zhong Xia swayed his sword qi to his heart's content, almost venting his frustration when he came, and almost plowed the nightmares that he had passed all the way.

If you change to a monk in the True Spirit Period, you will never dare to do anything, as long as one of the countless evil frogs accidentally falls into, it will be the end of the death of the Dao in an instant.

Kill the nightmare Ze all the way, Zhong Xia's next destination is the land of condensation!

In the Demon Domain, Zhong Xia thought to himself that he didn't have this ability, in comparison, although the Nanban was more mysterious, but if you don't offend them, and the strength is strong enough, it's still not like here, almost if you reveal something valuable, someone will immediately make up your mind.

Zhong Xia's deeds of angrily abusing Nightmare Ze also spread from here a few days later, and many people recognized his identity from the yellow-blooded and evil sword.

But Zhong Xia was not worried at all, when some people with a heart found the nightmare, they could only find the witch Huanhuan who was crying, and reluctantly gave her Huan Lao Zu, which provoked Zhong Xia to have another enemy.

This is more than a month later, Zhong Xia set foot in the Nanban at the beginning

South, the Wild Lands.

The antiquity of this place, inherited from ancient times, was in that era, this was also closed and independent, even in the great war in ancient times, the Heavenly Demon King was deeply afraid of a certain terrifying person in the Southern Barbarians.

No one has ever seen it in its true form. I only know that once it appears, it is a white mist in the sky, and it will not disperse, and then ten thousand beasts will follow, there are twelve guards, and the twelve Heavenly Ancestor Witches are the guardians of the twelve tribes of the Southern Barbarians, maintaining the order of the wilderness for it.

If it weren't for the wilderness, it would never have appeared, so no matter how many years it has. No one dared to fight the idea of the Southern Barbarians, and there was speculation that it was probably the ancient creature in the ancient legend, one of the ancestors of the opening of the heavens.

And Zhong Xia had also heard of the legend here, and deeply believed it, if it was not inevitable, he would never want to cause trouble here.

Since arriving in Nanban, Zhong Xia pressed the sword light and slowly entered Nanban. Although he deliberately avoided the Nanban village all the way, on the third day, he still encountered trouble.

When he didn't switch to double pupils, Zhong Xia's eyesight was only a little better than usual. So when the villagers of the hunting squad were found, it was too late.

This is the Nanban, although there are often disputes between the various tribes, but when facing outsiders. They are all extremely united, even if Zhong Xia only kills one person, it will definitely arouse the anger of the entire Nanban.

When Zhong Xia couldn't use Huangquan Tai Kill. Originally, he thought that if he could use his physical strength here, he would not suffer too much, and he might even be stronger, but the Nanban villagers in front of him gave him a big surprise.

Their bodies are much stronger than those of Middle-earth humans, usually taller than a head, even women are as vigorous as rabbits, there is no trace of excess fat on their bodies, and their beautiful copper skin is very attractive.

There were ten people in their line, among which the middle-aged leader was eight feet tall, burly and majestic, seeing that Zhong Xia wanted to escape, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly sprinkled a handful of powder, blowing towards Zhong Xia, and at the same time reciting an obscure incantation in his mouth.

Zhong Xia never thought that there was such a medicinal powder in this world, which penetrated into his body lightly, and then made him run with his legs weak, and suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes blackened, and he passed out

Lihuo Clan, Qiyun Village.

On the stone-cast altar in the village, there is a man with a strong body and skin like a Southern Barbarian, the beautiful copper color is extremely attractive, but the outline of his face, even though he is handsome, still has a bit of a different Southern Barbarian spirit.

At this time, he was tied to a copper pillar on the altar, surrounded by firewood, and all the words in his ears were in Nanban native language that he could not understand.

Most of the villagers knelt on either side, and a pock-faced old man wearing a wide linen robe and holding a wooden cane gradually approached from the open space in the middle.

Zhong Xia watched him put the top of the wooden staff on the firewood, chanting an incantation that he couldn't understand, although he felt that his cultivation was sealed by a mysterious power, but he still didn't feel that this old man had mana fluctuations.

However, the wooden staff followed his incantation, and lit the firewood.

This group of southern barbarians actually wanted to burn Zhong Xia alive.

In their opinion, Zhong Xia had a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, but he should still close his eyes in despair, allowing the flames to begin to consume him.

The fire burned and burned, and the firewood continued to be added, and from night to dawn, Zhong Xia was bathed in the fire.

It wasn't until a ray of morning light fell on this god-like man that he opened his eyes lazily, sleepy-eyed, and shook the ashes off his body, but his clothes had been burned out, revealing a toned body, and a small dragon that rose high as the sun rose.

At this time, there were only the old man and a few strong men on the side of the altar, but Zhong Xia squinted his eyes and could still see that some beautiful little girls and eldest mothers secretly opened the crack in the door from time to time and looked at him in surprise.

"The monster master thinks too much about me, so perfect, not even a trace of detail is missed."

Zhong Xia walked away, although his face was like fire, he could only look helpless, and even smiled at the few southern barbarians, one of whom was the big leader who had fascinated him with medicine.

Just when Zhong Xia was having a headache about how to communicate with these people, it was the pock-faced old man who took the lead in saying the words of Middle-earth, but in a strange tone, obviously not spoken for many years.

"Young man, which Ancestral Witch clan are you that are outcast?"

The pock-faced old man had a very stern face, and it was obvious that this question was very important to them.

Zhong Xia was stunned for a moment, and understood that it was likely that they had misunderstood themselves, and those who had cultivated to his point were often only demon beasts, and there were few human monks, and they would not come to the land of Nanban's nemesis, only Zhong Xia didn't know at all.

"Me? I don't know, but I have no ill will towards you, but why are you arresting me? Zhong Xia asked rhetorically.

The pock-faced old man didn't seem to hear his words, and he frowned with a lot of wrinkles to himself, and after a while, he said: "The fire can't be burned, you must have the direct bloodline of the ancestral witch, but you can't be sure which ancestral witch it is, it's better to put some blood and see." ”

After speaking, he turned his head to discuss a few words with a few Nanban men beside him, and Zhong Xia suddenly saw that the man who poured him medicine before took out a small bone knife and took a small bowl.

Zhong Xia stretched out his finger very cooperatively, but the Nanban man was stunned for a moment, but he cut it hard, and he didn't even cut the skin.

But with the next knife, Zhong Xia deliberately relaxed the muscles there, and finally broke the skin, oozing a trace of blood, and put it in the bowl.

Zhong Xia's eyes widened, looking at this qiē curiously, only to see the pock-faced old man take his face, sit on the ground, place the bowl in front of him, and aim the wooden staff in his hand at the blood beads in the bowl, and chant the spell that Zhong Xia didn't understand.

As the long boring time passed, the blood beads in the bowl gradually dispersed, forming a white mist, and slowly formed a human shape with the wooden staff of the pock-faced old man.

But as the appearance of the white mist became clearer, the pock-faced old man and the other southern barbarians all widened their eyes in astonishment.

The white mist first formed a heart, low and strong, constantly beating, slowly weaving infinite veins and tendons, and a head gradually took shape.

On the long black hair, a pair of young dragon horns grew, cold eyebrows like swords, heavy pupils in the eyes were strange, and there was endless coldness in the violent and wanton eyes.

But the spell has been cast, a beautiful face like a woman, with the appearance of Zhong Xia's seven or eight points, gradually, the body has also been woven out, strong to close to perfect proportions, and the palms of the limbs have evolved into a fusion of seven dragon claws and three points of human hands.

A dragon's tail was behind him, gently sweeping, a kind of coldness looking down on everything, gradually spreading, and all the southern barbarians were like falling into an ice cellar.

And Zhong Xia, who was tied to the copper pillar, didn't know when, he had closed his eyes in pain, how could he still see the abnormality, he only felt that there were two things on his head that were desperately trying to get out, which made him extremely painful.

"Quick, use Ecstasy!"

The pock-faced old man shouted, but when he saw the Nanban leader, he wanted to lie again

Before he could get out of that day, the rope on Zhong Xia's body was suddenly shaken open by him, and he swept to the side of the Nanban leader in an instant, and slapped the medicine bag away.

But at this time, Zhong Xia hugged his head again, looking extremely painful.

"Restrain him!"

The pock-faced old man shouted while finding a place to hide, and several Nanban men shot together, and the force was extremely heavy, at least between the power of the seven elephants!

But Zhong Xia had obviously lost his mind, and angrily pushed, slapped, and kicked, and several Nanban men couldn't subdue Zhong Xia, but with their fighting skills, they injured Zhong Xia instead.

Rise!

Zhong Xia let out an inhuman groan, and suddenly turned around and ran towards the mountains and forests, and the speed was incomparably fast.

Several Nanban men were stunned for a moment, and then looked at the pock-faced old man, not knowing whether to chase or how.

"Don't chase it, that person has the bloodline of two Open Heaven Ancestors at the same time, and he has already awakened preliminarily, and he is no longer at the level of Ancestral Witch, go and order the rest of the Lihuo clan, don't go against him, lead him to the rest of the clans."

The pock-faced old man reacted quickly, and immediately thought of the trouble.

Zhong Xia naturally didn't know about this qiē, the cultural inheritance of the Nanban was very complete, and even the priests of a small village knew the situation of the Kaitian Ancestor.

Zhong Xia kept running, running non-stop, but this time, after all, it only stimulated his bloodline, and it was far from the time to awaken again.

When he landed in a waterhole, he finally couldn't stop his fatigue and fell asleep

(To be continued......)