"Heaven and earth are unkind, take all things as their own way!"

"The saint is unkind, and the people are indifferent to their own way!"

"Southern Xinjiang is unkind, and the lack of barbarians is their own way!"

"I am one of the ten saints of the barbarians, the cultivation of killing 100,000 people, and becoming a blood barbarian!"

Fang Yan trembled all over, and the sound that appeared in his heart exploded like a roaring beast, lasting for a long time. After a long time, Fang Yan slowly put down his hand, he breathed heavily, only to feel that his chest was blocked for a while, and his pupils showed an incredible light, and when he opened his mouth, Fang Yan spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and in just a moment, he was shocked by the sound on this boulder.

"The Ten Saints of the Barbarians...... What is that!" Fang Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at the boulder tightly, he really heard those words, and the word Ten Saints of the Barbarian Race that was inadvertently revealed was also noticed by him, and after thinking about it, Fang Yan raised his hand again and pressed it. "Huh?" This time, the boulder didn't make a sound, and it didn't react at the moment. Fang Yan frowned, withdrew his hand, and while thinking, he slowly walked to the right hand side, in front of the second boulder.

This boulder is the same as the previous one, and at this moment the fireflies are attached to the stone wall, forming a character. Fang Yan hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand again and stuck it on the stone wall.

I saw that he was shocked, but no imaginary voice came. Fang Yan only felt that in his field of vision, those characters that he couldn't understand suddenly moved, forming a mural, and when Fang Yan let go, the characters returned to their previous chaotic appearance. His eyes flashed, and he put his hand on the boulder and looked at it carefully.

The mural is rudimentary, but you can still see the general content, and the content of the painting changes as the fireflies move. Fang Yan only felt that he had come to a strange environment. It was an endless scorched earth, the reason why it is called scorched earth is because it is barren and dilapidated, without a trace of life, the surrounding ditches, flowing with hot magma, the picture changes little by little, and a young man slowly appears on the still picture, the young man has dark skin, the bronze skin is covered with blood-colored lines, a short white hair is very conspicuous, he is covered with clothes interwoven with the fur of several different beasts, and he sits there with a flat expression.

Fang Yan looked at the mural, and felt that his heart was attracted by it. At this time, the picture changed, I saw that the man opened his eyes, his mouth opened as if he was saying something, and the strange thing was that Fang Yan seemed to hear the voice of the young man.

"My name, blood barbarian. ”

As soon as the picture turned, Fang Yan saw a village, and at this moment, the entire village was covered by fire, and pieces of rubble fell from the beams of the house with flames. Fang Yan's expression changed, he saw that on the streets of this village, there were corpses lying on the ground, these corpses seemed to be people in the village, but at this moment, his eyes widened, his expression showed fear, his clothes were in tatters, and his whole body was as if he had been eaten by a wild beast, and the aura of death and gloom covered the village. And the man Fang Yan saw before was standing in the middle of the corpse, at this moment he was covered in blood, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth, but his expression was so calm, as if the surrounding scene was not worth mentioning at all, the thick blood qi surrounded the young man, and gradually converged on the red lines on his body, Fang Yan only felt that the qi and blood on the man's body had increased a lot in an instant. At this time, the man's words sounded from Fang Yan's heart again, "It's still ...... Inadequate. ”

The picture came to an abrupt end, Fang Yan came back to his senses, but at this moment, the light of those fireflies gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared, obviously losing its effect like the previous boulder, Fang Yan did not hesitate this time, went straight to the third boulder, and raised his hand to touch it.

The picture resurfaced, but it depicted a battlefield, a man who was nearly middle-aged was covered in blood, and a huge crocodile was riding under him, Fang Yan was the one on the statue, and in front of the man, there were thousands of figures, and there were dozens of strong cultivation fluctuations. The picture flickered, but when it resurfaced, it was a mess, all the enemies were killed, and the dozens of figures were even more breathless, while the man roared in the sky, and his blood faintly formed a huge totem.

The picture turned, but this time it was a huge palace. The roof of the hall is hung with a mess of animal teeth, and on both sides are placed ten flags made of animal skins, each flag has a different totem, and the whole has a sense of barbarism. In the middle of the main hall, on the chair placed at the end of the slender steps, there were nine figures, most of those figures were shrouded in black mist, Fang Yan looked over, only to feel that his brain was struck by lightning, and with a muffled snort, Fang Yan opened his mouth and spurted blood, and hurriedly looked away. At the foot of the steps, the man was standing there, his appearance seemed to have been washed by the years, and on his face, a deep scar was left on it, and a trace of black mist seeped from it. At this moment, he stood there looking at the figure above, his eyes full of disdain. A voice suddenly sounded from Fang Yan's heart, "Blood barbarian, your killing nature is too heavy, you have crossed the line." A voice came from the mouth of a figure above.

As before, the man's voice came, "I want to break through that crucial step, truly transcend the southern frontier, like the barbarian gods of the past, I know your thoughts, I am afraid that I will rise, you might as well say it directly." ”

"You!!"

Then, the picture changed again, this was a secret room, and the man was lying there, at this time the man was scarred, his breath was looming, and his expression was resentful, "Terran sneak attack...... The splendor of the barbarians is no more. ”

"The Ten Saints of the Barbarians, life and death are unknown. ”

"At the end of the day...... Still is...... Heavenly fate, don't you allow me to take the last step, haha, hahaha. ”

Rolling laughter came from Fang Yan's heart, and the latter suddenly woke up, his expression was uncertain, "Terran sneak attack, Heavenly Dao fate, what happened back then?" The information left by the mural was limited, but Fang Yan had a feeling that what he was touching now was the secret of Southern Xinjiang and even this continent!

Fang Yan flew towards the fourth boulder, he wanted to know how many secrets there were. The moment the palm of the hand is attached to the boulder, the picture resurfaces. I saw a pool of blood, and the man was standing on the edge of the pool, and the voice came,

"Finally, let me find a way......"

"Borrow the blood of the future generations to reshape this body, so as to break through that last step and hide from the heavens!"

"The barbarian trend is gone, I leave my blood in this space, seal my memory, and leave it to protect my deity. ”

"Success or failure, in one fell swoop!"

The picture suddenly shattered, countless fragments flew past Fang Yan's ears, Fang Yan squinted, only to see the surrounding murals beating rapidly, only to see that the man's body was blurred, the appearance of the whole person changed, and even from his body, two rays of light, one white and one black, flew towards the sky, and then, his whole appearance changed greatly.

"Master!!" Fang Yan's eyes widened, the picture was already in tatters, but he could vaguely see that the man's appearance was exactly the same as Qin Wuwu's!"No, no, this breath is a senior!" Fang Yan quickly recognized the difference in that breath, the breath of the person in front of him was similar to the old man who saved himself and looked very similar to Shizun, but at this moment, the old man looked dazed and fell into a coma.

Fang Yan came to his senses, only to feel that sweat soaked through his clothes, and the scene in front of him could be said to be unbelievable, completely beyond Fang Yan's cognition.