Originally, Le Chen didn't quite understand the words of the young leader of the barbarian tribe, but when he arrived at the altar of this tribe, Le Chen's heart was bright. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This altar, with ancient runes carved in the middle of dozens of stone columns, turned out to be a teleportation circle.

Le Chen guessed the cause and effect almost instantly, thinking about it, this teleportation array is leading to an area very close to the retreat of the old demon with dry bones, and in the past, Guo Meiren helped his master and the old demon with dry bones to transmit the sound, and it was through this teleportation array that the transmission notes were transmitted.

The sky was dark, countless torches were lit in the tribe, and the sacrificial ceremony officially began, the barbarians sang and danced, but the tune was weird, everyone wore a ghost mask, that is, Le Chen, and could only follow the customs, changed into a beast skin robe, and put on a mask of green fangs.

All kinds of kneeling rituals, and the wizard walked past each clansman with a bowl, and these clansmen would cut their wrists and drip a few drops of blood into the bowl, even two or three-year-old children were no exception, as for Le Chen, he also used the dream trick to fool the past.

After the ghost-faced wizard carefully sprinkled the bowl of blood into the groove of the spirit stone, he knelt on the ground again, holding a piece of lower grade spirit stone in both trembling hands and inlaid it in the groove, the aura of the lower grade spirit stone was already extremely thin, and it seemed that it would not be used a few times.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice!" all the barbarians shouted frantically when the altar or teleportation circle glowed with a faint milky white light, and the tsunami-like sound of the mountain almost startled Le Chen.

At this time, from that distance, a row of warriors armed with bone spears, wielding leather whips, drove a prisoner cart pulled by several wild boars slowly approached, the wild boars hissed, and every time they wanted to resist, they would be whipped heavily, and they had to struggle to pull the cart forward, and the picture was ridiculous and weird.

It's ridiculous, naturally Le Chen doesn't seem to be worth it, after all, these barbarians are like ants in front of him, but if a normal person sees this scene, he will definitely have goosebumps all over his body, and he feels that it is scary and weird.

In the prisoner car, it was naturally the "sacrifice" called by the barbarian, that is, the sacrifice.

Le Chen raised his eyes to look at the prisoner car, and was stunned for a moment, but saw that in the prisoner car, there were three figures, one of which was a tall man facing his own direction, this person was bald, with a signature big cake face, it was none other than a former lay disciple of Jinshan Temple, because the Tang family had competed with him seventeen years ago, and he wanted to worship himself as a master Uncle Tiger, Hong Kong and the blood clan fought viciously, he was a cultivator at the time, and he also relied on his help.

At that time, he said that he wanted to go back to the master to do a ten-year master's task, and he was trapped in the magic pot for seventeen years, and since then he has been on his own side, sometimes thinking of him, he can't help but smile, and he is ready to wait for this matter, maybe he will go to Jinshan Temple to visit this old man, but he doesn't want to, see him here today.

It's just that, how could he be captured by the barbarians? He studied under Jinshan Temple, but in the Great Song Flower World, how could he come to this barren land in the Northern Regions?

Le Chen condensed slightly, and immediately felt that the three people in the cage, including Uncle Tiger, were all building foundation breath, but it seemed that the breath in the body was suppressed by some prohibition, and it came and went intermittently.

At this time, the prisoner cart had been pulled to the altar, and the barbarian opened the door of the prisoner cart, stretched into the prisoner cart with a bone spear, and drove them out of the car. The other two Zhuji monks were much quieter, their tempers were not as irritable as Uncle Hu's, and they obviously knew the truth that singles did not suffer immediate losses, the two monks were a man and a woman, both were young, the male cultivator was handsome, and the female cultivator was beautiful.

Regardless of Uncle Tiger's roar and roar, the two male and female monks calmly faced and obeyed, and the three of them were all pushed in front of the teleportation array.

The young leader of the barbarians came to Le Chen and stretched out his hand to signal, Le Chen knew that he was going to pass the note with him, but Le Chen had already made a plan, and sighed: "This matter is very important, I want to personally speak to the Demon Venerable, so let's go with these sacrifices." ”

The barbarian youth's eyes widened in surprise, but Le Chen had already walked out of the crowd and came to the teleportation array to stand with Uncle Tiger and the three of them.

He was wearing a mask and a beast skin robe, and his body was mortal, and Uncle Tiger glared at him viciously, thinking that he was also a barbarian here.

The ghost-faced wizard who presided over the ceremony immediately had his mind in Le Chen's mind, but he was like a mud cow entering the sea, Le Chen did not react at all, he raised his skull staff and shouted in a high-pitched voice: "God, great God, please accept our sacrifice! Please give your blessing! We want goats! We want wild boars! We want our children to be tall and strong! God, please accept our humble request......

Obviously, he felt that such a great moment could not be disturbed by Le Chen's sacrificial etiquette, so he didn't bother to listen to Le Chen's reason.

In the roar of the ghost-faced wizard, several bone spear barbarian warriors pushed the three of Uncle Tiger into the teleportation array, and Le Chenzi also followed, and immediately, a dazzling white light flashed, and in an instant, the four of them disappeared.

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The strange shape of the ancient vines is intertwined, and the thick huge leaves block the sunlight, making it extremely dark and damp here, and when you look up, there are thick trunks and densely knotted old vines, and there is no end in sight, the sky and the earth are all dry yellow, and there is no sound in all directions, and the strange silence is terrifying, faint, as if something is whispering in your ear, and you turn your head to look, but you can't see anything.

Here, even mortals can feel the urge to release all kinds of evil thoughts that are suppressed in their hearts.

This is the area where the four of Le Chen were when they reopened their eyes.

"Tiger, is this a hundred thousand mountains?" said the young male cultivator with compassion.

"Shhhhh

The beautiful female cultivator looked at Le Chen with a cold look in her eyes, obviously guessing Le Chen's intention to follow up.

Le Chen just stood quietly, trying to poke out his sense little by little, feeling everything around him, before he figured out the reality here, Le Chen was not ready to unmask and recognize Uncle Tiger so as not to startle the snake.

For a long time, there was still silence all around, even the wind, and there was not a trace of it.

"Tiger, this time it was you who led us into danger, so that the three of us were bitten by that poisonous insect and lost our mana, and we were captured by these hateful savages, it seems that they also sacrificed us as livestock, you say, what crime should you be guilty of?!" The young male cultivator finally couldn't help it, and looked at Uncle Tiger gloomily.

Uncle Tiger smiled bitterly and glanced at Le Chen.

The young male cultivator sneered: "He's just a barbarian, how can he understand us?"

Uncle Tiger sighed and said helplessly: "Young Master Feng, I said at the time that there are many dangers here, and my news is not accurate, so I should tell the master of the castle to make a plan again! (To be continued.) )