"Just a dragon and tiger monk, dare to come to our clan to be presumptuous, really no one in our clan"

A cold voice sounded, Ruohong Zhong, the voice was calm in all directions, just at that moment, Duanmu Ze, who was still in full swing, felt a sudden stir in his heart, there are monks in the Barbarian Realm Returning to the Origin Realm?

After the sound, a misty blue light appeared in the void below.

All the mighty fireballs fell into the blue light, like mud cows entering the sea, and the smoke and flames dissipated in an instant.

A thin, old man, standing in the void with a bone staff in his hand, "Quack" laughed yin, "Duanmu Ze, you came just in time, the old man sacrificed to the sky, and he was worried that the sacrifices were not enough, and you have a greater chance of success in the dragon and tiger monk sacrifice to the sky." ”

The old man's eyes flashed with green fire, and he raised one hand slightly, and a huge palm shot out with a shocking momentum.

Such a strong True Yuan, Duanmu Ze immediately judged that the other party only relied on the power of Zhen Yuan's palm, and the power contained was at least several times his own strength.

Brute force is completely unable to withstand this palm, and you must use skill to resist.

"Broken" Duanmu Ze roared frantically, his body spun, and suddenly turned into a piece of fire and rose to the sky to meet the giant palm, and after two rotations, the fire turned into a cone, bringing up a dazzling bright line.

With a "poof" sound, the fire cone dispersed, and Duanmu Ze's face was a little pale, but fortunately, Duanmu Ze successfully broke through this big hand that covered the sky.

But the opponent is the only one?

As soon as the barbarian ancestor made a seal in his hand, he said gloomily: "Tooth for tooth, blood for blood, if you want to burn my cottage, I will also let you taste the taste of divine phosphorus poisonous fire!"

I didn't see this barbarian ancestor knotting the trick, just a little hand, two emerald green fire snakes flew out of the fingertips, looking at this fire snake's momentum is not strong, the flow of brilliance is very bewitching, blue and secluded, like a ghost fire like a soul.

What children and grandchildren, family inheritance, really to the moment of life and death, or their own life is the most important.

Duanmu Ze's shoulders shook, his figure flickered, and he flew out suddenly.

"Can you run away?" the Barbarian Ancestor smiled contemptuously, but he didn't mean to make a move. But the turquoise fire in front of him seemed to be channeled and didn't need to be controlled, and the fire snake swayed, turning into a streamer and quickly chasing towards Duanmu Ze.

The latter raised the golden shield without thinking, and the green fire snake hit the golden shield with the sound of the 'whirring' wind, and the golden shield was quickly wrapped by the fire snake, but he didn't see the fire snake slow down, and it was still chasing Duanmu Ze like a swift wind.

Duanmu Ze was taken aback, spurted blood, urged the secret technique, and suddenly flew out ten miles faster.

"It's still useful for you to get the blood old man, but you can't waste it!"

The barbarian ancestor stepped out one step at a time, followed without hurry, and said with a sneer:

"The old man's divine phosphorus poisonous fire moves in the wind, once you set your sights on the target, it will be like a bone appendage, the faster you escape, the more urgent the old man's divine phosphorus poisonous fire will chase, even if you escape thousands of miles, it is useless!"

The divine phosphorus poisonous fire was so bad that Duanmu Ze was not more than three feet behind, and the turquoise light of the poisonous fire shrouded him, which seemed to cast a layer of demonic dead silence on the fleeing person.

"Middle" Duanmu Ze only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and there was one more person, and the white bone staff smashed head-on, and a blow hit his sternum, and suddenly Duanmu Ze only felt that the corners of his mouth were sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the air.

The barbarian ancestor flew back to Shicheng with Duanmuze in one hand like green smoke, and under the sunset, many barbarians chanted loudly, with a crazy look of worship on their faces.

The imposing Duanmu Ze was captured by the barbarian ancestor with only two faces, and it has always been a legend of genius to cross the level against the enemy, and only a very few special cases can be done, and the normal weak fight is strong, the result is that Duanmu Ze is like the barbarian ancestor, it is an egg to hit the stone, and he does not measure his own strength.

"Tell the clansmen, prepare sacrifices, and then invite Heavenly Sword Daoist friends, Du Gongzi, and Dingxuan to gather in Hanyue Lake, and this seat will sacrifice to the sky tonight!"

This old voice is the decree of the law, every barbarian is waiting for tonight's sacrifice to the sky, that is the hope of the tribe's revival, if the heavens favor, if the ancestors of the spiritual world have not forgotten the suffering descendants in the Mengshan Mountain, send down the Holy Spirit, possess the holy beast, then hundreds of years later, our clan will no longer have to live in the deep mountains and dense forests.

Mengshan, the barbarian tribe, there is a small lake in the stone city of the hundred miles of barbarian village, the lake is calm like a mirror, like a treasure pearl inlaid in the mountains, a big tree full of flowers is born in the center of the lake, from time to time a small petal falls to the lake surface to cause a circle of very small ripples.

Overhead, there were clouds covering the light of the stars and moon.

Bonfires are lit.

A desolate trumpet sounded in the night sky, and groups of barbarians looked solemn.

Several old men, who were almost like skeletons, began to dance mysteriously, but their grimaces, bone knives in their hands, poisonous snakes wrapped around their bodies, poisonous insects with hanging ears, and exposed skinny bones did not look beautiful, but had an evil meaning.

After the horn, the earth-shattering drum sounded, and in the drum, a huge demon beast was led, and the weakest of the demon beasts was also a fifth-order monster, and there were several sixth-order monsters, but at this time, it was like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, without a trace of resistance, and occasionally when the first-order demon beasts still wanted to struggle, the iron chains on their necks could emit a dazzling thunderbolt.

After the demon beasts lined up, more than a dozen dragon and tiger monks were pulled out from behind, and none of the monks who had recently disappeared in Mengshan were missing, all here, men and women, fat and thin.

The monk must be different from the demon beast, and when he saw this battle, he knew that something was wrong, but everyone had pasted a Dao spirit rune to ban the true yuan mana, and at this time, these high-ranking dragon and tiger monks were no different from mortals.

Several jumping shamans suddenly used bone knives to cut their right arm, spilling blood on the ground, and painting strange spirit runes.

"Dingxuan Xiaoyou, you said that this clan has a chance to succeed in this sacrifice!"

The bald head, with a charming smile in his small eyes, "Ancestor will definitely succeed this time!"

The barbarian ancestor did not see any excitement or nervousness, this kind of sacrifice had been seen no less than ten times before he became an ancestor, but the sky had no eyes, the ancestor did not bless, every time the barbarian spent great effort to sacrifice to the sky, in the end, the sky and the ancestor of the spirit world did not give a little help or hint.

The spiritual realm is vast and boundless, and there are thousands of races, perhaps the ancestors in the spiritual realm are also in trouble, otherwise how can they ignore their descendants.

After a few old shamans finished drawing the last strange rune array, they fell down a few people with "plop, plop", and they were drained with essence and blood, and there was no sound again.

The mysterious talisman array began to exude a solemn aura, and in the mountains, forests and voids, there seemed to be a mysterious power being inspired.

The yin wind was blowing, and some of the dozen or so Dragon and Tiger Monks who had been sealed with mana true yuan trembled with fear.

"Sacrifice" The barbarian ancestor gave an order, and suddenly someone sacrificed the treasure knife to kill the bound demon beast to the ground, and the strong man standing behind those dragon and tiger monks also pulled out his scimitar, and the knife light chopped, and more than a dozen dragon and tiger monks were cut into the knife like beheaded death row prisoners among mortals.

The smell of blood wafted through the air.

For the first time, madness appeared on the barbarian ancestor's deadwood-like countenance.

"Ancient god of war, holy bloodline, sleeping ancestral spirit, return, return, the conjuring trumpet is blowing, the god of war drum is beating, your most loyal and brave descendants are waiting for you to set out again. ......”

(End of chapter)