To the rest of the people on the dragon boat, this was undoubtedly an extremely strange scene.

A light figure suddenly appeared in the shield of his own soul priest, his body was slim, light as a feather, and his body was as soft as a scarf.

But no one thought that this scarf would hurt people!

She drew her dagger from her shield and wiped it cleanly on the priest's neck.

Not much power, not even enough to take the head.

But there was some kind of strange suction on the dagger, and the flesh and blood of his own priest dried up in an instant, and the breath disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Eating flesh and soul......

What kind of evil spell is this!?

…

The priest died, and the shield disappeared.

Dailene floated in the air with a blood-stained dagger.

She looked back at the guards and smiled.

A person's psychological defense line is directly broken!

He shouted "curse, punishment, heavenly punishment" or something and jumped off the boat.

Although the people of Zanluo are not afraid of death, as tomb robbers, what they fear most is precisely "not being able to die a normal death".

What does it mean to be abnormal?

The way the priest died was abnormal!

Isn't this a curse for tomb robbing?

This ship is clearly carrying them to their deaths!

At this time, Mr. Xia happened to arrive at the bow of the ship and witnessed this scene with his own eyes.

"Damn, it's got to be you, you scared people out of the boat."

Dailin: "You're sick! That's a ghost in his own heart! ”

"Then why don't the others jump?"

Daileen: "How do I know! ”

Having said that, Teacher Xia directly took the dagger in Dailin's hand and rushed forward.

It wasn't until this moment that these Zanluo guards, who had witnessed the shock, woke up from their stunned stupor, knowing that it was time to resist.

However, they don't know who they're up against.

How could a veteran loiterer with seven wanted warrants on his back and a musty stay in Sanguiland not know their every move?

The escort at the head and the Ancestral Spirit behind him had almost just raised their swords, and in Teacher Xia's eyes, it seemed as if they had seen the next move of the two.

One is short, the other floats.

One sweep, one slash.

Wrap the circle up and down, and hit left and right.

For such a father-son combo, the vast majority of melee fighters will choose to retreat to evade, or open a skill to carry hard.

The former teacher Xia was no exception.

But......

Times have changed!

He dodged the attack of the Ancestral Spirit and pressed a backhand toilet bowl on his opponent's forehead.

Then pull hard!

The latter's movements are immediately transformed!

Teacher Xia took the opportunity to dodge the attack of the ancestors, used the toilet bowl as a gripper, and lightly reflexively backstabbed.

A black light flashed, and a bloody hole was opened behind this ancestor.

Dark purple energy corroded flesh and blood, intertwined with red battle intent.

It is worthy of the ancestors, that is, porcelain.

The opponent can even roar and fight back.

"Ahhh

The man turned around, but Mr. Xia had already fled like a flea, running to the next opponent.

"Shameful coward!"

The angry ancestor immediately took a step forward to chase after him, when a strong wind suddenly hit behind him!

Clang!

He quickly turned to block, but was still stumbled by the shield.

Damn, dare to sneak attack!?

The ancestors' hearts were on fire, and they immediately scolded angrily:

"Which sneak attack on the old ......"

More than fifty pairs of battle-intent eyes stared at him, and the feeling of being locked by multiple levels of battle intent made him feel like he had fallen into a cold plasma swamp......

At this moment, he wanted to die.

It's better to skip it......

…

The battle was out of suspense from the death of the Soul Priest.

Even because it ended too quickly, these fifty brothers were not happy at all.

Someone rushed to the front and gave the other party a punch and two kicks, while the person behind only had time to shout before calling it a day.

Damn the blood loss.

Why is this Zanluo man so unbeaten?

The dragon boat was driven back to the Court of the Wind Rider, and Mr. Xia rushed to pick it up as soon as possible.

However, this time I really didn't touch anything.

Mr. Xia didn't believe in evil, so he searched the entire ship, but there was still no one.

He's in a hurry now.

"What should I do, what should I do, Brother Yang, could it be that it is too early, and the manual has not been dug up yet? Do you still have to go to Sangouiland? Don't, don't do this kind of thing......"

Catch the sheep: "Don't worry...... It's not a game, it's not that you can't start the mission without key items, you have to trust the wisdom of the aborigines. ”

Teacher Xia: "But Heine has never seen a dragon, how wise is this?" I'm so panicked, will I be jumping off that b? ”

Catch the sheep: "Instead of thinking about this, you should think about what Dailin will do if you do get the dragon's tooth dagger." ”

Teacher Xia: "I still need to think about it, I must have changed her, and nothing can affect my output!" ”

Catching sheep: "...... 彳亍。 ”

…

At the same time, Heine is standing on the ship, taking Sanchi with him to communicate with the ship's spirit.

He could already confirm that it was a dragon.

The dragon has mastered the most complete transfiguration technique in the world.

Rhubarb can be turned into a floating city, and it is not impossible for a dragon to become an airship.

But the problem with this soul was that he had been boiled for too long by this pot of soul broth in the Zanluo Plateau, so that his soul was severely soaked and contaminated with some of the attributes of the local primordial spirit.

However, unlike the local Yuan Ling, who is a plate of loose sand, he still maintains his own integrity.

The good thing is that he's still alive.

The downside is that he is still alive, so the consciousness of these primordial spirits changes from a chaotic vector to a unified direction, bound by his subconscious.

And his subconscious mind is affected by these primordial spirits.

In normal times, this may not be much, but as the Sollins Peak changes, and every primordial spirit longs to "go home", he can't help but move.

He directly broke through the shackles of Sanguiland and flew back thousands of miles away.

"It's a little tricky."

After the examination, Heine muttered.

"How's it going, Sanchi, how is he?"

The huge red soul of the inner world hung on this tree like a soggy quilt.

Judging from the size, the soul of this dragon is really strong and terrifying.

Although it is not at the level of Loulton and Querkus, compared to humans, it is like a giant more than ten meters tall.

As the quilt hung from the tree, the tree's growth also stopped.

A large part of the spiritual power converged towards him, and little by little, the red on his soul faded and smeared into silver white.

"He's asleep."

Circling around, Sanji replied.

"He's waking up slowly, not for long."

"That's not bad."

Heine patted him on the head.

"This tree doesn't have a name yet, let's give it a name."

"Name? Let's call it 'Thorin'. ”

Heine: "Thorin?" Not a bad name. ”

Thorin means sky in the Zanro language, and Sorins Peak means "the peak that pierces the sky".

He looked at the Thorin Tree again.

At its feet, the tumbling sand had stopped, and a circle of pale silver earth was spreading slowly but surely.

When it expands to the limit of Sanchi's control, an oasis will be planted in the desert.

At that time, it will also be connected to Maikala.

"I'll leave it to you for the time being, don't forget to come back." Heine said.

Nibra's dungeon training is over, and he has other plans.

This cloud server can't run.

"Well, I'll remember!" Sanji nodded.

……

Heine rested for a day at Solins Peak, made sure that there was no second dragon "home" thousands of miles away, and appeased the muscular guys who had not fought and were uncomfortable, and then left with the people in an airship.

For their problem, they can only wait for the two places to be connected before considering the solution.

The direction is already there.

Arthur's battle spirit is the product of a combination of flesh reshaping rituals and soul bodies.

And there is no shortage of soul bodies in the world of McCala—Nobita, Sabellia, Squidward, etc., they are all independent individuals.

If they can also accept being bound to others and "born again" in a similar way, then this approach can be generalized.

If you deal with the Zanluo people in the future, the income of the "War Spirit" is indispensable, and this is also to arrange a place for them to go in advance.

After all, when the Split-Toe Clan invaded McCala, Heine laughed at it with his ancestors.

Brother Pingtou alone peeled out three souls, who knows if there will be more surprises in the future.

Even Heine had a kind of realization - this is the correct way to open the "war spirit".

The next morning, as soon as the airship returned to McCalla, the "tea room" exploded.

【？ ]: You two are back, and if you don't come back, Sister Hei will be enthroned.

[Sanatos Benza]: I testify! The heart of the black sister is known to passers-by!

[Xia]:? Is the belly black sister really reversed?

[Belly Black Glasses]: ??? What rumors?

[Caught Three Sheep]: What's wrong? What am I missing?

[Belly Black Glasses]: Let's get down to business, the Shadow Sanctuary has sent someone to negotiate, the lineup is quite luxurious, and Heine should have been notified.

Is it finally here......

Heine couldn't help but feel a little excited.

He had been looking forward to this scene before, and in a way, this was a negotiation between the victorious powers!

[Belly Black Glasses]: But I'm basically done talking, just waiting for him to make a decision.

Well?

(End of chapter)