Chapter 253 - The Sacrifice to the Heavens

"Blood Battle Fist is not only the use of texture power, but also the mixture of qi and blood and texture force. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info And this kind of exuberant blood and vitality is the nemesis of death. In other words, the Blood Battle Fist is the nemesis of our corpse pattern. The Left Blood Battle back then was a whole realm away from me, and coupled with the innate strength of the Corpse Pattern Dao, it could also cause me such injuries. Even after hundreds of years, the injury gradually worsened. 」

Hong Zhan looked at Xiao Hu with a very calm expression: "I don't want you either. I don't have much time left to live, and all I can do now is to do everything I can to improve your strength before I die. 」

"Left Blood Battle, I asked the Dao Lord to become your first dead soul. 」

"As long as you have the soul of the Left Blood Battle, plus that [Blood Battle Fist], it is enough to become a trump card, even if the old man dies, you can still keep your status in our clan. 」

Hong Zhan looked at Xiao Hu, or rather, at the Blood Mountain Statue that represented the identity of the Holy Son, and came with it: "You are the hope of our corpse pattern. 」

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Xiao Hu was silent.

After a long time, he slowly spoke, "Childish. 」

When Hong Zhan heard this, he was also stunned.

"What affection is comparable to one's own life?"

"It seems to me that you received that punch because of your stupidity, and because of it, you faced death earlier, and you did it all at your own expense. 」

Xiao Hu sneered on his face and stood up. Clenched his fists: "Only by living, is it meaningful! All love can be abandoned! You don't have to expect anything from me, I only live for myself." No matter who it is, even if it's a corpse pattern, it will be my stepping stone. 」

"I will step on you and let me go to the path of the strong!"

When Hong Zhan heard this, he just smiled slightly and did not speak.

Can you all discard it?

If that's the case, why would you kill Rosen?

"I won't want the soul of the Left Blood War. My way will be my own. Xiao Hu turned around, and the young back was engraved with a sense of loneliness and determination. The faint dim light of the Black Tower stretched the shadows, like a king dressed in night descending into the world.

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In the north, there are many years of wind and snow.

It is only during the day that the wind and snow will be a little more subdued.

Two young figures, stepping through the snow.

It's just one of the figures, and the left shoulder is a little unnatural.

"I said you kid, it's been almost a month, why haven't you gotten better. Another teenager shouted, "I'm going to fight you." 」

And the young man with an injury to his left shoulder, his eyelids didn't roll, and he walked without waves on his face.

He was dressed in a big red robe, and the purple flowers looked extremely conspicuous.

These two people are naturally Yang Tianxing and Wan Erhao.

After a continuous journey, they finally passed through the Wind and Snow Mountains and came to a tribe.

The terrain in the north is complex, the climate is harsh and there are many tattooed animals. Unlike the large and small cities in the south, which are in order, the tribes in the north are sparse and chaotic, and it is impossible to really tell the location of the tribes. Because of some small and medium-sized tribes, there are various wars almost every day. Maybe one tribe was fine yesterday, but today another tribe will be wiped out.

Therefore, the tribes that have existed for a long time and can be recorded are some well-known tribes.

In front of you, this is one of them.

Sacrifice to the heavens.

This tribe is not low-famous, especially the number of tattoo masters produced by the middle tribe, which is more than the average northern tribe. In this tattooed world, strength is everything. And the power in his hands is the tattooer and the tattoo master.

And of the two, the tattoo master has the power to bestow on the tattooer.

Therefore, the worship of heaven tribes, which is prevalent in producing tattoo masters, has attracted a large number of lone tattoo people to join. In this virtuous circle, the Heaven Sacrifice Tribe continues to grow stronger, and it has approached the strength of large tribes. If it is by the standards of the south, a large tribe is equal to the strength of a top family, it is an absolutely powerful existence!

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"Worship the Heavens Tribe?"

The two looked at the brightly lit tribe in the distance.

The endless firelight seemed to illuminate the tribe in the daylight.

It's just two people, one of them is in the Four Seasons Mountain as his little overlord and doesn't ask about the world, and the other has lived in the mountains for many years, or only cultivates in the deep palace of thousands of reds, and they also don't know much about the world. Although I knew that the place in front of me was the Heaven Sacrifice Tribe, I didn't know what it meant.

"Let's go inside. Wan Erhao said calmly, and walked away.

"You don't need to say it, otherwise you will eat the wind outside?" Yang Tianxing snorted, only feeling that this cold-faced kid looked more and more like that stinky little ghost, but he didn't say too much, and followed towards the Heaven Sacrifice Tribe.

After walking for less than a moment, he saw the entrance of the Heaven Sacrifice Tribe.

The so-called entrance, are two huge statues.

The statue on the left is the appearance of a young man, with his hands folded and bowing his head, as if bowing his head in prayer.

The statue on the right is a young man holding a spear. He opened his mouth and looked up, as if he were roaring silently. The spear in his hand pointed far ahead and threw it with an astonishing edge.

Below, several people wearing plain white robes smiled slightly when they saw the two of them coming: "Welcome, Heaven Sacrifice Tribe. 」

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The two of them walked into the Heaven Sacrifice Tribe, and they only felt that the entire tribe was strange.

Everywhere you can see the appearance or portrait of the two statues at the door, and the clansmen in plain white robes are all muttering to themselves to the statues and portraits. Their eyes were either fanatical or religious, and they frowned at them anyway.

Yang Tianxing said in a low voice, "I said, will you walk into any strange places?"

Wan Erhao also frowned, but he didn't care too much: "Find a tent to spend the night, anyway, I'll leave tomorrow." 」

In the Heaven Worship tribe, it is very simple to distinguish outsiders from locals.

The people of the Heaven Worship Tribe would only wear the plain white robe from the head to the soles of the feet, which was extremely strange. And as long as you don't wear plain white robes, you are outsiders. As a large tribe, it is not much different from the cities in the south.

For a tribe to be strong, one of the factors is the flow of goods.

The foundation of the strength of the north is the material of the tattooed beast. In the north, there is a beast faction, which uses tattooed beasts as materials, or uses them to enter patterns, or uses them to make tattooed soldiers, and so on. Among them, it can be said that there is a clear distinction between this and the southern Zhi faction.

So in the north, there are also many caravans that travel around, trading among different tribes, so as to earn the difference.

If there are outsiders, there will naturally be a place to stay.

In the south, it will be called inns or restaurants, etc.

In the north, it is called a guest tent.

Tents for guests to stay in.

The two of them walked from time to time and asked from time to time, and walked towards the guest tent.

The guest tent is the area of dozens of tents in Lianjin. Among them, the personnel of the Heaven Sacrifice tribe unanimously collected the silver taels and borrowed them. As soon as the two of them arrived at the tent, a group of people happened to come out of a tent.