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Chapter 6: Atmospheric Movement (Part II)

These two alien souls, one is the high-level Holy Spirit of the Barbarian Clan, and the other is the High-level Holy Spirit of the Demon Clan, they are not high-ranking ancestors in their respective clans, of course, according to their actual age, they are also worthy of the ancestor-level figures of their respective clans, they are all old monsters who have lived for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, they are noble and noble on weekdays, and they are all stacks of feet in the clan, and even the entire race is trembling, but at this moment, they really don't even have a little temper with Pei Jiao. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

First of all, the strength that is infinitely close to the rank of the demon king, and then the ruthless means, you know, this kind of torture that ignites the Holy Spirit is simply a taboo among the hundred races, not to mention the eight strong races, even the eight strong races will most of them not punish the rest of the races with such means, otherwise it will lead to the reaction of the rest of the races, and it is likely to be besieged.

But Pei Jiao doesn't care about these so-called unspoken rules, not to say that he doesn't know, even if he knows, he will never pay attention to these, anyway, now human beings are equivalent to being besieged by all the hundred races, and they all treat us humans as pigs and dogs, Lao Tzu still wants to talk to you about peace, coexistence, nature, MB, where is there such a good thing? Don't say that he burned these souls into soul pillars, and all of them were captured as batteries, as soul supplements, and as soul materials, and he didn't have any burden in his heart, and his own people couldn't take care of it, who would think about any alien race, and it was an alien race that treated humans as pigs and dogs, so it was best to die all!

Therefore, the Holy Spirits of the alien race tasted the bitter fruit of this thought, and it was indeed condensed into a soul bead, or directly ignited into a soul fire pillar, in short, no one died peacefully and dissipated, and the cause was what the dwarf race had rumored at the beginning, this human Holy Spirit had an artifact on it!

In addition to the three ancestors of the Giant Clan, the Heavenly Clan, and the Elf Clan, only the undead have an artifact among the eight strong clans, and the other four races do not have this weapon in their hands that claims to be able to be lucky, and the power is infinite!

Therefore, greed together, led by the dwarf race, the demon race, the undead race, the sea tribe, and the barbarian race, these five races put aside the three ancestors, and each sent several high-level spirits and a large group of low-level spirits to form a group to besiege and kill the human high-level spirit, but the result was almost annihilated, and the contrast was too drastic, so that for a while, the eight strong clans actually lost their voices at the same time, and there was no reaction to pass on, and Pei Jiao didn't pay attention to the so-called strong races at all, just waiting for the submission of these three alien souls with peace of mind, and also took the human race to keep diggingCity ruins.

It was only now that he had finally completely suppressed the two alien true demon-level souls, and successfully subdued them with runes, and it was only then that he listened to these two people explain the situation of their ancient hundred clans with peace of mind.

“...... Our ancient hundred clans, since the beginning of history, are the slaves captured by the Three-Eyed Clan from the Alien Plane, of course, this is only recorded by our eight strong clans......" The muscular beauty spoke intermittently, but the Dreaddemon King standing next to her looked at her with contempt on his face.

The Dreaddemon King suddenly interrupted her words, and said respectfully to Pei Jiao: "Please forgive me, master, their barbarian race has no writing until now, so whatever records are all deceiving the master." ”

The muscular beauty suddenly turned red, and she shouted loudly: "Varimasas! You bastard! Don't speak ill of us barbarians! Although we have no words, we have long narrative poems, and all ancient history has been preserved in the long poems, including the world before we came, including the origin of our holy land, including the legendary stories of our Holy Soul ancestors, all these things have been preserved!"

The Dreadlord Varimatas waved his hand lightly and said: "I admit that I am a hybrid of the Demon Dreaddemon King Clan and the Red Dragon of the Celestial Clan, there is nothing to be embarrassed to say, I have the bloodlines of two excellent races concentrated in me, which is much more noble than the bloodlines of you barbarians, not to mention, most of your narrative poems are poems that praise and praise your Holy Soul ancestors, how many real epic poems are left?" I remember that there is a long poem of the Moon of Fire and Tears that seems to be preserved, and that is only because your Holy Soul Ancestor played a heroic role in it, but what else? ”

The muscular beauty's face turned red and blue, blue and red, and a strange pattern of wild beasts gradually appeared on her body, which was the fighting posture of the barbarian's high-level Holy Spirit, and you can imagine how angry she was at the moment, as if she was already planning to fight with Varimathas.

Pei Jiao frowned and said, "Don't fight here!" Otherwise, Lao Tzu will let you taste the feeling of burning for seven days, then...... Varimathas, tell me about the origin of your ancient tribes, don't give me any nonsense, I want the true original text. ”

Varimatas bowed his waist gracefully, like the most authentic butler in England, and then he said, "Yes, my master, your orders are my actions...... The history of our ancient hundred races should be the first civilization period, and the god race, which is what we call the three ...... The race of the eye race, they captured our hundred races from all planes and various worlds, in fact, it is said that it is a hundred races, and now there are no real hundred races, at most dozens of races, of course, master, the races I mean are really intelligent creatures, if non-intelligent creatures are also counted, there are still hundreds of races. ”

Pei Jiao nodded and said, "Go on, and then?"

Valimass continued: " Later, due to some unknown circumstances, the Three-Eyed Clan of the Protoss, they created a life form with great power, or a greater existence than the living body, but this existence devoured the Three-Eyed Clan, and after that, our races entered the Holy Land or the Borderless Land under the leadership of our heroes, ancestors, and holy souls, and escaped the devouring and curse of this great existence, although the reproductive ability of each race in the Holy Land or the Borderless Land has decreased by hundreds of times, and almost no new life is born, but the flow of life in the Holy Land will also slow down many times, so all of our races can survive。 ”

Pei Jiao thought silently, combined with what Xue Na told him at that time, it seemed that the descendants of the Three-Eyed Clan also used super high technology to create a world similar to the fantasy land, and then escaped the devouring of the "original sin", but the curse seemed to have been dyed before entering the fantasy land, so the Three-Eyed Clan began to gradually degenerate, so thinking about these two people, the origin of the hundred races is indeed the same thing.

"Then let me ask you, how did you survive from the first era and after several epochs?" Pei Jiao asked curiously.

Varimasas didn't hesitate, he immediately wanted to speak, but he didn't expect the muscular beauty next to him to suddenly speak first: " I'll say, I'll say, I know these situations, our various races in the Holy Land or the Borderlands, although the rate of life is slower, but the death toll is still much higher than the birth of the new people, so whenever the civilization of the previous era is extinct, while that great life is far away from this world, and there is still the power of that great life at this time, we open the fantasy land, come out of it to continue to breed new life, accumulate strength, and at the same time snatch the civilization of the protagonist of this era......"

Pei Jiao was stunned for a moment and said: "The protagonist civilization? Do you rely on the Holy Land or something to survive and avoid the 'original sin'? What else do you need the protagonist civilization to do?"

The muscular beauty and Varimasas both looked at Pei Jiao stupidly, they both had some inexplicable meaning in it, and after a long time, Varimasas said: "Master, luck! The protagonist civilization has atmospheric luck, and it will produce the son of the race, and the protagonist of the century, even if the son of the race and the protagonist of the century will die in the apocalypse, but if the race is protected by the Holy Land, then it is possible to use this luck to achieve more than several holy souls, which is enough*** The strong man of luck, and if he is lucky, he can save one or two artifacts to enter the Holy Land, then the native race of the outside world will be destroyed, and the remnant races in the Holy Land will be enough to become the head of the eight strong races, such as the current Giant Clan. ”

The muscular beauty next to her also nodded in affirmation: "That's right, the Giant Clan produced an Odin at the beginning, and now the Giant Clan is really the head of the eight strong clans in terms of strength, and even the Elf Clan and the Celestial Clan can't help them, this is luck, but only the Giant Clan has snatched the protagonist civilization." ”

(Luck, it seems, it's a good thing.) ）

Until this time, the muscular beauty suddenly grinned and said: "But your luck is really strong, it has almost materialized to the point that even I, a high-level Holy Spirit, can feel it, maybe it's not bad to follow you, I may have the hope of achieving the Holy Soul." ”

Varimathas also nodded in affirmation: "That's right, I was still a little unwilling in my heart before, master, this is the truth, after all, I am also the great elder in the fear demon king, but feeling the almost substantial luck around the master, I really want to assist the master, maybe I also have the hope of reaching the Holy Soul level...... That realm that we have been looking forward to for hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer. ”

Pei Jiao didn't pay attention to them, but asked: "Let's not talk about it first, let me ask you, your clansmen, it seems that even living people can devour souls, right?

Varimasas and the muscular beauty both showed eager expressions, and Varimasas said directly: "Master, swallow it directly, just dispel these obsessions of the Holy Spirit and eat them like food." ”

Pei Jiao was stunned for a moment, and he asked in surprise: "Impossible, right? What about the consciousness in the obsession? What about the sin? What about the impurities in the obsession? Isn't this eating poison?"

The two glanced at each other, and they both shook their heads, not even knowing what Pei Jiao was talking about.

Pei Jiao told them in detail about the manufacture of obsessive food, and it was only then that the two of them showed a shocked expression on their faces, and the two of them almost said in unison: "Alchemy! This is alchemy!"

"A golden pill swallowed into the stomach, and he is no longer a mortal from now on...... Master, this is the protagonist civilization of the Second Age Civilization, the alchemy of the Xianxia clan!"