Another place.

At the moment of the thorn attack, the two wolf barbarian warlocks were successively caught up by Anu, who had been blessed by the witch doctor.

After being held back by the mighty hunter, they followed the Tak hunter in a short time and rushed to besiege him, while Anu continued to pursue.

The last wolf barbarian took advantage of the two colleagues to make a cushion to "buy" time for him, ran away, thought to escape, and was about to try to break through the realm and leave, but he didn't expect to hear the sound of running behind him, and continued to run for his life in shock.

The two chased and fled, and before they knew it, they had entered the desert.

"Damn it! How is it that this Heroic Spirit has not been weakened? ”

Listening to the pace behind him, this wolf barbarian warlock who practiced "The Essentials of Dividing Blood" and used mana to stimulate qi and blood was sweating profusely, and his heart was afraid, he didn't dare to look back, and he still ran wildly.

This native was wrapped in blood, and the strength was abnormal, and he had lost the courage to fight back desperately.

Anu gasped for breath and chased after him, seeing that the two were getting closer and closer, he smiled fiercely on his brown and dark face, and clenched his wooden spear and pounced on it.

The wind was whistling behind him, and the only remaining wolf barbarian warlock was in pain, and his mana had bottomed out, and he was about to be hit.

“…… I didn't expect that I still didn't run away after all, the court, why did you do this to me? ”

He thought sadly, as if there was a fire burning in his eyes, and in the blink of an eye it was extinguished and it became a dead silence, but he still continued to run under the desire to survive.

This is a desert, the aura is extremely sparse, the blood light on Anu's body is faintly dissipating, and the power of the voodoo potion in his body is almost gone, but both of them effectively replace the loss of his own strength, so that he can still maintain his state here.

"Fall, alien!"

He roared, and the tail of his spear swept toward the alien's back, powerful but not deadly.

After all, if you want to sacrifice this person to your ancestors, how can you kill him here?

This person can really escape, this desert aura density is extremely low, and he can't stay long, and when he takes this person, he will have to return immediately.

At this moment, the blood light that lingered on Anu's body dissipated, and his own spirit felt the ubiquitous suction pulling out his own strength, and the speed and force of throwing the spear immediately slowed down a little.

"What's going on? How did Bloodlust end early? ”

With doubts, his spear grazed the alien race in front of him, and Anu continued to pounce forward and chase under inertia, but the outside world continued to draw strength all the time, he ran a few steps hard, and tried to stab the wooden spear, but he couldn't hit.

After several attempts to no avail, he stopped, panting and holding his spear on the ground, and roared unwillingly:

"Interracial!"

"This monkey has finally stopped!"

The warlock listened to the movement behind him, his heart was relieved, he fell to the ground by inertia, turned his head and looked at the natives who were gasping for breath with a spear with a smile for the rest of his life, and scolded:

"What? Don't chase it? ”

"Dog, look at what your grandfather and I will do with you later."

He collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, only then did he feel his heart beating like a drum, his whole body was weak, the mana in his body was exhausted, and his meridians were in severe pain in mana overload.

"Hey...... I survived...... I'm not dead! ”

Although he didn't know what the black-haired alien was muttering, Anu saw that the man was slacking, so he suddenly rose up and threw the wooden spear over.

In the sound of breaking the air, Zhang Yang's expression changed and he tried his best to kick his legs and move, but he saw that the wooden spear flew into the air and fell to the ground weakly, obviously this native heroic spirit had little strength left in this low aura environment.

"Hahahaha......"

Zhang Yang laughed in a cold sweat, and his expression suddenly changed, and he realized that:

My mana is also at the bottom, how can I get out? If he can't leave this blessed land, won't he die in the end?

"Earth monkey, you are very good at chasing? Your grandfather, I'll kill you later! ”

He hated to stare at the native hunter who had been chasing him for a long time and had drained his mana, and after a quarter of an hour of rest, he stood up, walked to Anu, who was already weak and collapsed to the ground, unable to grasp the wooden spear, and kicked it over.

Anu, whose body was faintly transparent, was unable to fight back, let out a faint scream and was kicked over, and Zhang Yang's face was distorted with a strange smile:

"What? Wasn't it majestic when you knocked over my colleague just now? ”

"Isn't it overbearing when you're chasing me?"

"And now? Dumb? ”

Every time he scolded, he kicked vigorously, Anu snorted miserably and finally had a weak breath, and Zhang Yang, who had gasped for more than a dozen feet, stopped wheezing.

The Great Warlock who vented his anger became a little more sensible, and he looked at Anu who fell to the ground and was about to pass out with a gloomy look in his eyes:

"My mana is not enough for me to break through the realm, this blessed land can't be connected to the spiritual sea to replenish mana, and the blessed land aura can't be absorbed, but isn't there a living aura here?"

The muscles of his cheeks twitched, the corners of his mouth curled in a strange arc, and he thought to himself:

"I have succeeded in practicing "The Essentials of Dividing Blood", and I have been awarded the "Three Secret Yin Refining Method" by Shangguan, but I didn't expect to be sent to this ghost place to die, but Sai Weng knows whether it is a blessing or not, isn't there a material in front of me to help me practice the Fa?"

Now that he has come back to his senses, he also hates the Dachong Imperial Court.

There is nothing important other than life and death, and the thought of almost falling into death, no matter how loyal he was before, now turns into hatred.

Unable to breathe, Anu squinted at the strange expression on the face of the black-haired alien who was looking down on him condescendingly, and the hairs on his body rose up, and he shouted violently:

"Ancestors! Save me! ”

This desert aura is sparsely dense, and any Heroic Spirit will be exhausted when it comes, and it is impossible for anyone to save him now.

Zhang Yang didn't understand what the earth monkey was talking about, and he was not interested in knowing, the wolf barbarian, who was nearly forty years old, pounced on the native man, grabbed the arm with Bai Sensen's teeth and bit it down.

The blood spilled out and was sucked into his mouth, and the blood turned into aura in his body and wanted to escape, but it was partially intercepted by his flesh and blood.

"Ahh Ancestors! Save me! ”

Anu screamed loudly, and in the face of life and death, the most elite hunter of the Tak tribe lost the deep, tearful wail that he had cultivated for thousands of years:

"Help! Help me! ”

This is the forbidden place of the Heroic Spirit, and he lost his mind to chase him here due to voodoo bloodlust, and now he regrets it in his heart.

"No one can save you!"

Zhang Yang didn't know what this person was talking about, but he could guess from his expression, he sneered and bit it, and ripped off a large piece of meat before it turned into aura and swallowed it, while his body was running the "Three Secret Yin Refining Method" rapidly.

"Lao Tzu will have a blessing if he doesn't die, and it is much better to practice this heroic spirit than to practice the law with Xia Dog untouchables! When Lao Tzu is promoted to the second-layer spiritual sea, where can't he get the world? Da Chong, who framed Lao Tzu, can't go back, so Lao Tzu will go to the Western Continent! ”

Zhang Yangren was as his name suggested, laughing and wanting to continue devouring when he was full of pride, when he heard a sneer from his side:

"You can't go anywhere! Dare to practice evil law with my clan, what a big dog guts! ”

"Who?"

Zhang Yang was shocked, a cold light flashed, the wolf barbarian's right hand was cut off in an instant, he fell to the ground with a scream, only to see a Xia man in a dark robe with a little blood on his shoulder standing in front of him with a sneer.

Thorn had just killed the natives witch doctor and a few hunters, and moved out all the way to cover their whereabouts, and saw a group of natives grabbing two wolf barbarians, but they were guarding at the junction of the woodland and the wasteland, as if they were waiting for someone, so they went all the way to search, and finally found the two of them here.

He never expected that this wolf barbarian would be so vicious.

Zhang Yang covered his severed hand and screamed:

"It's you! Misunderstand! It's all a misunderstanding! I practiced the Fa with the local people, but not with the Xia people, spare my life, spare my life! ”

"You think I'm deaf?"

Thorn swept his eyes at Anu's miserable state, and with a sword he finished off the soul of the native hero, shattering a little spiritual light, and then stepped forward with a sneer, and cut off the man's other hand.

"Ahh Spare your life, don't kill me! ”

This time it was replaced by Zhang Yang and tears, just like Anu just now, he was kicked in the face in the scream, and heard the sonorous voice of the young man sound:

"Look at your cultivation of "The Essentials of Dividing Blood", this bit of bleeding will kill you, now I ask you to answer, but if there is half a lie, you will die here!"

If you die in the blessed land, the soul doesn't want to fall into the underworld to be protected by the national spirit, and the family incense can't be passed on, or it won't be long before the soul will be scattered.

"I say, I say!"

Zhang Yang's face turned pale and immediately confessed.