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 villages of Nanban all the way, but on the third day, he still encountered trouble.

When he didn't switch to a double pupil, Zhong Xia's eyesight was only a little better than usual, so it was too late to spot the villagers of the hunting team.

This is the Nanban, although there are often disputes between the various ethnic groups, but when facing outsiders, they are 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, he originally thought that he could use his physical strength here, he wouldn't 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 being tied up with five flowers. It was tied to a copper pillar on the altar, surrounded by firewood, and all the words that came from my ears were in the native language of the Southern Barbarians, which I did 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 as he put the top of the wooden staff on the firewood, chanting an incantation that he didn't understand. Although he felt that his cultivation was sealed by a mysterious power, 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. Let the flames 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.

Until a ray of morning light. Falling on this god-like man, he opened his eyes lazily, sleepy-eyed, and shook the ashes on his body vigorously. But the clothes had been burned out, revealing a toned body, and as the sun rose. A small dragon rising high.

At this time, there were only the old man and a few strong men by the altar, but Zhong Xia squinted into the distance and could still see that some beautiful little girls and eldest ladies secretly opened the crack in the door from time to time and looked at him in amazement...... Below.

"The beautiful master thinks about me too much, 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 sprinkle the powder of that day again, but before he could do it, the rope on Zhong Xia's body was suddenly shaken open by him, and he just swept to 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!" (To be continued......)