Xia Chan, who was watching from a high ground from afar, saw a huge thousand-armed monster crawling up from the altar in the shape of a green flame, when the monster came out, all the tribe members including the elders knelt on the ground, praying endlessly, the huge moon in the night sky suddenly brightened, and a waterfall-like moonlight was swallowed into the big mouth by the ancestral spirit with its head raised, as if the long whale sucked water, the ancestral spirit's belly became bigger and bigger, and suddenly without warning followed the explosion of the ceremonial flower, countless spiritual light erupted from the ancestral spirit's mouth, scattered to the top of the tribe's head, and the large and small spiritual light creatures looked for their targets and fell。

The ancestral spirit was like a balloon that had been blown up, and quickly withered, and before completely retracting into the altar, two blood-red eyes suddenly looked in the direction of Xia Chan, their eyes were like sharp swords, until they didn't enter the altar.

Suddenly, Xia Chan had the evil and terrifying feeling of being targeted by a terrifying beast, and he had goosebumps all over his body in a short period of time.

Fortunately, the sense of crisis faded with the disappearance of the ancestral spirit.

Xia Chan found that he was in a cold sweat in a short period of time.

He had to remind Xiaohai that this guy was not easy to mess with.

At the end of the sacrifice, the tribe sang and danced, and the night sky was noisy.

Xia Chan was about to return with a sense of unease, when suddenly an inexplicable sense of crisis struck, and he saw that the grass and trees on the grass hill under his feet soared and instantly flooded the top of his head, and countless blade-like blades of grass rolled up like a blade with a trembling sound.

The burning plain aura instantly enveloped Xia Chan's body, and he instantly rushed out of the entangled grass ball, rushing towards the night quickly, and countless whiskers cracked out behind him, closely chasing after him.

"Xiaohai, Xiaohai, what are you doing!"

"The ancestral spirit thinks that I have pinned my trust on you and made you a target, so I'll be done when I wait a little longer. ”

Those roots broke through the sand and soil, the roots were like poisonous dragons, terrifying and abnormal, if Xia Chan was not like a god, it would be really difficult to break through the encirclement, he relied on the sword light around the body, the fire belonged to the gang qi to protect his body, all the way to the left and right, towards the direction of the oasis to kill.

In the night, the frightened screams of the sandbar beasts continued, and the startled sandmen shouted for the protection of the ancestral spirits and knelt down endlessly.

After the culprit had been running around the oasis for half the night, the fierce flames of the ancestral spirit gradually diminished, and at dawn, there was no movement at all.

At the edge of the oasis, experiencing the difference between the sand sea and the spirit in the air of the oasis, Xia Chan finally waited for the news of Xiaohai's victorious return.

Roots grew out of thin air on the sand, and in a short period of time, these roots completed an intricate three-dimensional cross-weaving, and a throne of grass and roots lifted Xia Chan up.

"The new ancestor spirit Xiaohai of the gray worm tribe was born, last night was very thrilling, I took advantage of the gap when the ancestral spirit was weak to return the spiritual power to attack his body, if it weren't for the underground dark river here, with the immeasurable amount of water, it really couldn't win him by luring his body into the dark river. ”

"What about the harvest. "Xia Chan was chased and killed for several hours, and he was most concerned about this.

"The power of faith is very wonderful, and it seems to have the characteristics of ignoring the distance of time and space, and it may be able to solve the shortcomings of Xiaohai's ability.

However, these ancestral spirits also believe, and they also believe, they were born from the refining and activation of these sand people, and later they were enshrined and absorbed to achieve the ancestral spirits of faith, and their power comes from the collective desire of the sand people to protect this oasis. The ancestral spirit of the Gray Bug tribe has been around for hundreds of years, and the Sandman tribe has changed several times, and they are still bound here and cannot leave. ”

Xia Chan exclaimed, "You mean that you will also be trapped in the Gray Bug Tribe?"

"Of course not, Xiaohai is ten thousand, or it can be one, it is enough to leave a part of the doppelganger. ”

Suddenly, a few roots and tendrils held a piece of fingernail-sized polygonal green crystals came up, Xia Chan took it and held it, and before he could ask, a Ruyi voice sounded in his head: I found that I can absorb the crystals of faith, do you absorb them?

Xia Chan opened his eyes and pinched the small crystal: "Xiaohai, can you give me this?"

"This is what binds the ancestral spirits of the Grey Worm Tribe, I don't need it. ”

Xiao Hai simply refused, which surprised Xia Chan: "This thing must be the core of the ancestral spirit, without it, how can you manipulate the body of the ancestral spirit and maintain this miniature spiritual land?"

"Xiao Hai comprehended the mystery of the ancestral spirit's suppression of the spiritual land from the ancestral spirit, although this thing can exert a larger power, but it is not a necessity, Xiao Hai can be an ancestral spirit, but the ancestral spirit does not have to be Xiao Hai. ”

Xia Chan was not interested in listening to it, and ordered Ruyi: Absorb!

After entering the Ruyi panel, he was pleasantly surprised to find that this Faith Crystallization had skyrocketed his wish fulfillment points by more than four hundred points.

After the expansion of the Gun Rose side slowed down, he had been worried about how to save enough points in exchange for the Secret Passage Body of Steel, even if it was only a mutilated version.

He never expected that the ancestral spirit of a small tribe of the Sandman Oasis would give him a great surprise.

Unfolding the action map, there are hundreds of large and small oases distributed in the vast sea of death sand, what are the closest oases to the gray bug tribe, it can't be too strong, otherwise the ancestral spirit is too weak, and the benefits must not be big.

With the new Ancestral Spirit Xiaohai, the elder of the Gray Worm Tribe, who was not able to live deeply, respectfully opened up all the tribal heritage and inheritance materials to Xia Chan, and those things like the amulets based on the Ancestral Spirit could not arouse his interest, he was only interested in the various secrets and maps of the Death Sand Sea.

After analyzing and weighing, he exchanged enough jerky with the sandman and returned to the road, targeting a nearby sheep scorpion tribe of the same size as the Gray Bug tribe.

Two months later, Xia Chan had already drawn four small circles on his action map, and the four oasis tribe ancestral spirits of the gray worm, sheep scorpion, moonset, and fire wind were all solved by Xiao Haiyou.

Xia Chan also harvested the corresponding crystallization of faith, and his wish came to 4043 points.

Before entering the Longyan Valley, the secret of steel is about to be reached.

Well, mutilated.

At the same time, the situation near the Longyan Valley was also clear, in order to enter the territory of the Tin People, he had to pass the test of the Blood Lock, and the Red Castle where he was located closest to the Mystery Lock in the Death Sand Sea was a super large oasis with a population of tens of thousands, and this oasis was one of the places where cultivators participating in the trial in this direction must pass through.

In the hot afternoon, Xia Chan rode on the camel beast through the air distorted by the scorching sun, and saw a small red city in the distance, and the wild grass and bushes under his feet gradually increased, and this was already the edge of the sea of death sand.

Two days ago, Xia Chan encountered a caravan of sandman camel beasts on the way, and after paying a piece of dog's head gold, the caravan leader generously let him blend into the caravan and rode a spare camel beast with a big thorn and went straight to his destination.

"It's a little wrong to be in the limelight this year. ”

"Yes, there are a lot of desolate people who have been nesting all year round have been dispatched, and they seem to smell something. ”

"Ah, I don't know if the wind blows there and says that the tin people have a great secret. ”

"Hey, that's rumored to have been around for 800 years, and I haven't seen anyone get anything great from the Scarlet Trial. ”

"Don't say it, it's really no wind and no waves, I don't know anything else, have you heard of the Dragonborn and the Three Hundred Blood Order?"

The camel caravan suddenly stirred, the wolf smoke rose in the distance, and the rumbling of carts and horses approached quickly, interrupting the gossip of the sand man merchant on the back of the camel beast.

Xia Chan, who was struggling to eavesdrop, frowned and looked at the side of the camel team, the knights riding the famous wildebeest of the Death Sand Sea surrounded a four-horse chariot, shouting all the way and waving a horsewhip to chase and kill the lone rider in front, and the chasing team in the rear was obviously playing with the knights in front, obviously they could catch up with a little acceleration, but they were hanging on the safari.

In desperation, the lone rider regarded the camel team as a life-saving straw, turned the horse's head and ran over, and it happened that the direction was Xia Chan's side.

The knight ran closer and closer, and when he saw that he was about to break into the camel caravan, the camel beast stirred slightly.

At this moment, there was a thunderclap on the sunny day, and a white-robed sandman on the chariot opened fire with a swarthy large-caliber spear.

Xia Chan's horror disappeared in a flash, and after the gun rang out, the flesh and blood flew in an instant, and only the first half of the horse was still intact, and the knight was almost completely gone from the waist down, and he fell in a pool of blood with a stomach of organs and twitched.

"Help me—save me—"

It is a human race, a distance of more than ten meters, Xia Chan can hear and see clearly, and the accent is even a very pure, slightly curled Phoenix City accent.

"Save me - the token is given, you ......" The seriously injured knight seemed to recognize the identity of the Xia Chan Terran in the caravan, and kept calling for help.

Xia Chan drove the camel beast out of the team and came to the front, lifted the hood, and the long sword was held horizontally in front of him, which was the most convenient place to get out of the sheath.

Just now, Xiao Hai, who has an extraordinary ability to perceive the breath of creatures, has already told him the identity of this man, the so-called 'infected' in Phoenix City, that is, the dragonborn.

The pursuing spear cavalry had slowed down considerably as it approached the camel caravan, and a herringbone shape surrounded the caravan, and a two-wheeled chariot rumbled in front of the pool of blood, on which stood a tall sandman, a thick gun full of metal and sharp lines was carrying his shoulder, and next to the sandman was an old sandman with a somewhat rickety figure and a staff in his hand.

The dozens of knights on both wings are all wearing anti-sand robes, with faint black armor visible inside, and each of them has a gun, full of murderous spirit.

"It's Terrans again. The sandman on the chariot looked strangely at Xia Chan, who had not concealed his identity, and opened his mouth in the Terran language with a thick sandman nasal voice.

The old leader of the caravan crawled from the front of the caravan, clasped his hands together and explained something to the tall sandman on the chariot.

Xia Chan had a grim face, and looked at the chariot owner who slowed down with the old leader's explanation.

The mortally wounded and dying dragonborn dragged his body a little with his last breath, as if he wanted to escape from the owner of the chariot, and he tried his best to talk to Xia Chan, but with the blood gushing out of his mouth, he exhausted the last trace of vitality.

Before he took a breath, the broodling still held a black iron token in his hand, staring at the front of him, not blinking.

The leader of the sandman seemed to have negotiated with the charioteer at this time, bowed down and retreated a long way, turned to Xia Chan's side, looked flustered and eagerly waved his hands and shouted: "Xia, Xia, I have negotiated with His Royal Highness Prince Shabak, His Highness will not blame you for being reckless, go back, quickly!"

The person is dead, it's useless to say anything, Xia Chan doesn't want to rush into conflict with this big sandman for a dead man, those guns are beyond imagination, when they are rumored to be a sharp weapon created by the tin people-tin gun, this is not easy to deal with, not to mention that the most inconspicuous old man in the back of the chariot is the most threatening in his opinion, and his body is surrounded by the power of the ancestral spirit.