Chapter 127: Barbarian Shaman
Tang Feng was stunned, he didn't expect Huang Yue to say such a sentence. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
Although he had achieved the context of the body before, what he could cultivate was the way of the sword, and he couldn't fight with Confucianism and Taoism.
"It's not that you have practiced Confucianism and Taoism to be called a scholar, but a butcher who kills pigs, a farmer who farms the land, and a woman who embroiders flowers can all become a scholar. ”
"Brother Tai, although you don't have the heroic spirit of Confucianism lingering on the surface of your body, you have a heroic heart and are a scholar. ”
Huang Yue smiled, stood up, and saluted Tang Feng.
Tang Feng returned the gift, this raunchy Huang Jing Festival, really touched him a lot.
"Okay, brother, do you have time to go to the restaurant to sit?" Huang Yue returned to his original state, his body was soft, as if he had no bones.
Tang Feng nodded, when he came to this world, he had seen too many people who were too power-hungry and could really be so close to each other, but there were really not many.
There is a building in Luoyang City, called the Invitation Moon Building, it is rumored that there have been poets and immortals who have come to this building, leaving a famous sentence through the ages.
At this moment, in the window seat on the second floor of the Invitation Moon Building, there were two young people, one with a stubbled beard and the other with a handsome face, who looked extremely incompatible but had a good conversation.
"Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, the three of you, the poet immortal who came to this building won't be named Li Bai, right?" Tang Feng asked tentatively.
Unexpectedly, Huang Yue nodded and said, "It is indeed the poet immortal Li Bai." ”
Tang Feng's face was strange, could it be that Li Bai had also crossed over?
Of course, this is just a joking idea, because most of the poems left by Li Bai in this world are different from those on the earth, otherwise he would not have been undiscovered if he borrowed Li Bai's poems before.
"Hey, this is ......"
Suddenly, Tang Feng realized that something was wrong, and the flow of spiritual power here was somewhat abnormal.
"Someone is stealing Reiki. Huang Yue's face also changed and said in a low voice.
Tang Feng nodded, the spiritual power of Yueyue Tower was being continuously drained away, but the speed was very slow, if it wasn't for being in this building, it would be difficult to find it at all.
"The direction of this spiritual power is outside Fufeng City, could it be a barbarian?" Huang Yue frowned.
Tang Feng was also a little puzzled, why did the barbarians suddenly send a Xuanzang monk to discuss the Tao, could it be that the Ming Xiu Plank Road was secretly Chen Cang, and the real purpose was to steal the aura of Fufeng City?
Without further ado, Tang Feng and Huang Yue immediately set off and touched in the direction of the flow of spiritual power.
Of course, Tang Feng released a paper pigeon in advance and ordered it to fly to Qiu Daoming's hands in case of accidents.
It was noon, but in a primeval jungle outside the setting sun, it was cool and the light was a little weird.
In the jungle, the strange rocks are craggy, the ancient trees are towering, and occasionally the tiger roaring ape can be heard, and ordinary people will never dare to go too deep.
But Tang Feng and Huang Yue were fearless, and they dispersed their spiritual sense just to avoid possible barbarian spies.
Eventually, they came to a halt on the edge of a cliff and hid with bated breath in an ancient tree.
There was a bonfire burning on the cliff, and next to it was an old man dressed in a black robe.
The old man's eyes were deeply sunken, his dark eyes were a little terrifying, and the hands that stretched out from the black were already skin and bones, and his whole person was like a dried corpse.
Beside the old man, nine barbarian warriors stood respectfully with their heads bowed, and their mouths continued to utter obscure and strange syllables.
Finally, the old man took out a pitch-black staff and began to dance.
Tang Feng wanted to laugh very much, because this old man who looked like a dried corpse was so happy with such a funny action.
However, he couldn't laugh, because he knew that behind this seemingly ridiculous action was a strange ritual of the barbarians.
And, as the voices of the nine barbarian warriors became more and more vigorous, an inexplicable aura began to emerge in this piece of heaven and earth.
Suppression, it is difficult to be strictly suppressed, as if some monster is about to descend and turn this heaven and earth into a purgatory on earth.
"This ritual is similar to a sacrifice, then this old man should be a barbarian shaman, but I don't know what level. ”
Tang Feng frowned, shaman is a special position of the barbarian, similar to the priest of the demon clan, if it corresponds to the saying on the earth, it is...... Witch.
"Brother Tai, the barbarian ambition is not small, this is to summon something out, which means Luoyang City. Huang Yue said to Tang Feng.
Tang Feng nodded, the barbarians were using the spiritual power of Falling Sun City to summon living beings, and then used it to attack Falling Sun City.
"But why is the Invitation Moon Tower the starting point?" Tang Feng was a little strange, could it be that there was something strange downstairs in the Invite Moon?
At this moment, the nine barbarian warriors all took out a short knife and slashed their right wrist fiercely.
Suddenly, the smell of blood filled the place, and the sense of depression between heaven and earth became more and more intense.
"What could it be?"
Tang Feng's brows furrowed, this feeling of depression was too strong, and his blood flow was stagnant.
"No, we have to stop it. ”
He knew that he could not hesitate any longer, if he waited for the sacrificial ritual to be completed, it would inevitably lead to great disaster.
Huang Yue also nodded, ready for battle.
"Our generation is good at raising Haoran Qi. ”
Huang Yue silently thought, the divine light in his eyes, the bonfire was suddenly lifted away, and a palm formed by Haoran's qi poked out, covering the two barbarian warriors.
Tang Feng also moved, crossing the river and shimmering with cold light, and a sword slashed out, as if a piece of the old garden mountains and rivers had descended.
Rumble.
The trees shook, the leaves fell, and Tang Feng and Huang Yue retreated with one blow.
However, when they hurriedly glanced back, they were surprised to find that none of the nine barbarian warriors were injured.
The Stygian Sword, these nine warriors are protected by a force.
Tang Feng and Huang Yue glanced at each other, and then they both turned their bodies and shot again.
They didn't know what this sacrifice would call, but they all knew that they couldn't let this ritual succeed.
It's all instinctual warning, close to intuition, yet accurate.
Tang Feng triggered the word secret, and handed out three swords one after another, stabbing them into the throats of the three barbarian warriors.
Huang Yue also raised his hand to shoot nine true dragon phantoms, sweeping towards those barbarian warriors.
"Assert ......"
At this moment, the old man grinned, and the laughter was hoarse and harsh, like two pieces of scrap metal rubbing.
"Two little ones, you're here to sacrifice, just right!"
The barbarian shaman smiled gloomily, stretched out a palm, and grabbed Tang Feng and Huang Yue.
"An old monster!"
Tang Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, this old man was the same as Yao Huairen and the others, and his cultivation surpassed the soul realm!
The blood on the holy spear had already been depleted when it was against Yao Huairen, how could he resist this barbarian shaman now?
Tang Feng stepped on the divine step, wanting to avoid this ghost claw with a gloomy aura, but found that he couldn't do it, and the retreat was blocked!
Huang Yue also changed color, I didn't expect it to be like this.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in Tang Feng's mind.
"A host crisis has been detected, so a crisis mission is issued: kill the barbarian shaman. ”