"The life and death of a profit-seeking country is based on its misfortune and fortune!"

Ye Zhiqiu sang slowly in the tone of an elder who was accustomed to big scenes and had unusually rich life experience.

As soon as the words fell, he saw the vast prairie illusion frozen on the spot, and even the seven wild wolves that were strolling over were stunned, and he suddenly felt a burst of relief in his heart.

Unexpectedly, after a breath, the breeze blew and the grass flew, dense and dense like waves. The seven wolves walked towards him without hindrance, and the one headed by them simply stood up and became a "big monster" with a long body and a wolf's head and a human body.

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly felt a terrifying oppressive force, overwhelmingly surging towards him, and he couldn't breathe heavily.

The wolf god, who showed his true body in the illusion, looked down at the Han shaman in front of him with strange eyes: "What are you talking about?

Ye Zhiqiu miscalculated for a while, and couldn't help but take two steps back, and then reacted: "Just kidding, you are still serious! Next, these two lines of my poems can definitely break this illusion." ”

A contemptuous sneer appeared on the wolf god's face, and he simply clasped his arms with both hands: "The wild road of the Han Kingdom, this god is here to wash away and wait for your wild words." ”

Ye Zhiqiu saw that the wolf god did not step forward, but the male wolves on the left and right were still advancing step by step, revealing their fangs from time to time, and a chilling cold light slid on the surface, and he suddenly felt the panic of danger, but he was in the state of Dao Fa Pure Heart and Tranquility, and his will was as hard as a copper pea, so naturally he did not show it, but brewed a pathetic mood,

With the instinct of divinity, the wolf god realized that what Ye Zhiqiu would say would come true, and immediately put down his arms and prepared to take matters into his own hands to strangle this dangerous Han Wild Daoist in infancy while he was not growing up.

However, now it was a little too late to make a move, Ye Zhiqiu had already opened his mouth and slowly spit out verses that were extremely lethal to the steppe wolf clan.

"The loss of my Qilian Mountain will make my six animals not rest, and the loss of my Yanzhi Mountain will make my women colorless. ”

During the reign of Emperor Xiaowu of the Han Dynasty in the Fifth Dynasty, the champion Hou defeated the Golden Wolf Army, the main force of the steppe wolf clan, and the remnants of the royal court were forced to migrate westward, completely withdrawing from the Hexi Corridor and handing over the fertile fields of the Hexi Plain. After Huo Qu's illness sealed the wolf Juxu, the spiritual pillar of the wolf clan also sank and did not know where to go, and the entire clan came to an end.

At that time, someone in the Han army recorded this song sung by the remnants of the wolf tribe, recorded it in Chinese, and included it in Yuefu poems, showing the atmosphere and great martial arts of the conquerors.

The wolf god is simply too familiar with this song, the remnants of the dead wolf clan, the soul will eventually return to the wolf residence Xu Mountain, but because of the champion Hou Fengzhen, it can only be naturally ground and slowly dissipated, so this elegy of the wolf clan echoed in the broken holy mountain for hundreds of years, and the wolf god listened to it at this time, evoking the pain hidden in his heart, and almost went crazy on the spot.

In an instant, a terrifying gap appeared in the vast prairie fantasy, especially the sapphire-like pure sky, as if the glass curtain wall had been smashed by someone, and spiderweb-like cracks suddenly appeared, and quickly spread to the surroundings, which was terrifying.

Ye Zhiqiu obviously saw the crack go away, and after a while, he heard the sound of cracking, and couldn't help but smack his tongue at the effect of his shot.

The six wolves were all swept into the cracks, and they disappeared on the spot, and the wolf god clone was unable to get away here, and snorted coldly to prepare to lift the illusion of the realm of virtual reality.

Unexpectedly, the wild Dao people of the Han Kingdom did not retreat but advanced, and cut in place, revealing a pitch-black shield in his left hand and a short sword in his right hand, all of which were transformed by the power of the Big Dipper, and used the sword and shield attack technique on himself.

"It's ...... The Golden Wolf Army's martial arts are the universal combat skills of Mao Dun, how can a mere Han Wild Daoist be able to do it? Damn, you dare to use the wolf clan's martial arts to deal with this god?"

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help laughing when he heard the wolf god's such an innocent and lovely refutation: "You have personally come to the door and want to pinch me to death, Poor Dao will naturally do everything." ”

"The environment is on the verge of collapse, there is no safety around you, but your location is definitely a good place. Give me death!"

Due to the haste of departure, the clone does not carry much divine power, and it takes most of the illusion to perform against the "Han Shaman" or "Han State Sacrificial Wine", and has to reserve two points of escape power, so the wolf god does not want to consume too much, and he is quite embarrassed to dodge.

The vast prairie fantasy realm quickly reached the distant sky as the cracks cracked faster than the sound of their own destruction. Immediately afterwards, the entire illusion was like a crystal ball shattering on the ground, like a flower blooming and cracking, and the large and small pieces were annihilated at a speed visible to the eye, revealing a palpitating darkness, except for the wolf god and Ye Zhiqiu, where the mu Xu Fangyuan was fighting, was preserved unharmed, like an isolated island on the void sea.

Then, the surrounding dark void appeared colorful, and Ye Zhiqiu felt like a submarine on the bottom of the sea surface, quickly arriving at its original position.

When he turned back, the ten-meter-high wall of the Great Wall was still standing, and the black turban warrior where the wolf god doppelganger descended, although he looked a little weak and thin after spending a lot of qi and blood, but after his eyes opened, he was still full of spirit and full of desire to fight.

"Daoist of the Han Kingdom, you are really not an ordinary person! Seeing the darkness of the void with your own eyes, and still being able to remain so indifferent, it can be seen that your Dao heart is very strong, and naturally you can't keep it. ”

Ye Zhiqiu found that the wolf god who was originally going to look up still had to cling to the body of the black turban warrior after getting out of the illusion, but he was a head taller than himself, and his spirit was immediately uplifted and his confidence doubled.

"Guardian of the steppe wolf clan, since you know that I can break illusions, you should know and retreat obediently, relying on the body of the people of the clan, and trying to take my life, it is not so easy. ”

The black-turban warrior possessed by the wolf god snorted coldly, secretly recited the incantation, and then smashed his right hand into a fist on his left palm, shouting: "Red Lotus is summoned!"

Ye Zhiqiu was about to attack, when he suddenly saw the enemy's right hand burst out with blood-colored aura, and then a sword condensed by flames appeared, but unfortunately the blade was uncertain and could not be condensed into a true form.

He secretly wondered in his heart: "Red Lotus! This is the flame spell of the Sanskrit monk, but it is a bit of a dual cultivation of law and martial arts. The flame sword is like the flame light back of the god of Brahman, and at its rough appearance, it looks more like the flying sword of the heroine in the old monster Xu version of "The Legend of Shu Mountain"!"

Ye Zhiqiu knew that he could restrain the indefinite form of the flame into a physical weapon, and the opponent's realm was too much higher than his own, but in the end, he still had to win with his strength.

The black turban warrior burned the qi and blood in his body, and burst out with an unstoppable masculine force, destroying the Xuanyin God Curtain Ball that had evaporated the Yin in one fell swoop, even if the royal family of the steppe wolf clan was beside him, not only his body was thin and covered with bones, but it was also very laborious to stand, not to mention that he was silently bearing the advent of the wolf god clone at this time, he couldn't move at all, just like fish and meat waiting on the chopping board for others to dispose of.

The second is that the wolf god clone set off in a hurry, and there is not much divine power with him, after all, he has just escaped from the feudal town of the champion Hou, and has not yet recovered his full strength, and most of the divine power is used to stimulate and maintain the realm of virtual reality, and the last remaining power is turned into an immovable flame sword, which makes it a problem to get out now, and the wolf god clone has a high risk of falling, but in order to strangle the seeds of a strong enemy, he has to fight.

The black turban warrior attached to the wolf god's clone waved the three-foot-and-three-minute long flame sword in his hand with difficulty, and the traces that crossed the air were like comets, and the sparks kept blooming, but because the movements were too slow, he couldn't catch the traces of the "Han Daoren" at all.

On the contrary, Ye Zhiqiu was fully prepared, and repeatedly used his agile body to turn to the blind corner of the black turban warrior's field of vision, using the sword and shield attached to the power of Beidou, and relying on the combat skills tempered by the black knight in the bloody battle of the grassland, he repeatedly caused wounds of different shades on the enemy's body.

The key is the power of Beidou, which contains dead energy, and even the wolf god clone has to deal with it carefully, especially now that it is in a weakened state.

The movement of the two of them in the battle was neither big nor small, the starlight was dim, and the flames flickered and flickered, which would naturally alarm the surrounding caravans who had not yet slept, and even the caravan guards on duty at night, all looked sideways.

Ye Zhiqiu knew that there were small tribes of barbarians nearby, and he was worried that they would be involved, so he immediately moved the idea of a quick battle. He slammed into the back of the black-turban warrior, adjusted his breathing slightly, and immediately jumped out with all his strength.

Just when his short sword received his waist and could stab a killing blow at any time, the black turban warrior suddenly turned his head and turned one hundred and eighty degrees strangely, and the immovable flame sword in his right hand lost its true form, turned into a snake-like long whip, and was determined to devour Ye Zhiqiu.

At the critical moment, no one retreated, and both of them had desperate thoughts. Especially in the part of each other's calculations, showing weakness to each other to set traps, and exposing the hole cards at the last moment.

The pitch-black shield in Ye Zhiqiu's left hand suddenly doubled in area, covering all of his body, making sure that there would be no flaws, so that the enemy could take advantage of it.

The Flame Snake Whip slammed helplessly on it, even though it was the position of the arm holding the shield, it only shattered Ye Zhiqiu's arm bone, and it had not yet shattered the Big Dipper Star Shield that was as tough as dragon scales with a single blow.

"Here's your chance!"

Ye Zhiqiu forcibly endured the sharp pain of the fracture, his right hand sped up the sword, and stabbed the black turban warrior in the back fiercely, not counting the fact that his heart was cut into two pieces on the spot, and his right hand stabbed obliquely to the left, and the blade of the sword suddenly swung sideways, completely cutting off the lungs and spine that were breathing.

The black turban warrior was killed instantly, but the wolf god clone retained some vitality, it looked at the "Han Dao Man" in disbelief, and then remembered its identity, nodded lightly indifferently, revealing a look of "I remember you".

After three breaths, Ye Zhiqiu saw the flame snake whip quietly extinguished, turning into a flowing fire and dissipating with the wind. A cloud of black gas gushed out from the top of the black turban warrior's head, transforming into a wolf-headed human body of the wolf god, but due to the exhaustion of divine power, it seemed that the dream bubble exploded in an instant.

Countless knowledge, sights, and memories came to Ye Zhiqiu, and he couldn't help but have a pain in his head, and almost knelt on the ground, but fortunately, the golden finger that came with him played a role.

The system absorbs all the loot, digitizes it, and releases it slowly, so as to increase Ye Zhiqiu's cultivation.

Steppe Shaman (Knowledge) +30, Sanskrit Monk (Knowledge) +20, Grassland Etiquette (Knowledge) +10, Wolf Warrior (Royal) +30.

Comprehend and learn the Immovable Fire Spell (mutilated), the Hope Technique (Superficial), the Illusion Technique, and the Realm of Void and Reality (Beginner).