"You're here to be..."

Huquan Zhenren's gaze was projected far away along the defense line that Xiang Yang was looking at, and he couldn't help but gasp.

In the distance, the sacrificial altar stood tall, and all around the altar were dense barbarian warriors.

Ordinary barbarians are no longer qualified to stand there, and half of the nearly 10,000 warriors are barbarian kings and barbarian emperors.

Jumeng's body was too huge, and those barbarian emperors had reluctantly abandoned their mounts, but looking at the thick totem poles, there were nearly ten barbarian emperors there.

Xiang Yang laughed: "Without that golden dragon, these guys are just local chickens and dogs, well, Huquan senior, you are ready to have some manpower, I am very interested in the sacrificial altar, wait and tear it back, you can also study it well!"

"This..."

Huquan felt a little dizzy.

In the 10,000 years of war, the totem poles have indeed captured a lot, but there has never been a trophy of this level as the sacrificial altar.

Gradually, his eyes lit up.

You must know that there are sacrificial souls in every sacrificial altar, even if they are really defeated, the sacrificial souls also have the ability to destroy the altar, and they will never allow it to fall into the hands of monks, but now, the golden dragon sacrificial soul has disappeared, isn't this the best opportunity?

Hu Quan looked up at the altar, still a little hesitant in his heart.

The last time is also a true emperor-level sacrificial soul, when it comes to the hands of this Xiang worshipper, it is easy to put it away, but after all, he is just a monk in the Dan period, it can never be his own strength, such a backhand is a life-saving trick, there will never be many, is there still it on him?

Xiang Yang seemed to know his thoughts, smiled at him and nodded, Huquan was relieved, Lang laughed: "Okay, good, capture the altar, then this is an unprecedented merit, since ten thousand years of chaos, only the battle of the Sanqing Supreme can be comparable to it! If you can really succeed, this merit is unique to Xiang Feng! Well, Lei Zhen Zhenjun, you have no opinion, right?"

How could Lei Zhen have an opinion? In the end, he still left Xiang Yang behind, and he didn't even have the courage to make a move, and now he was still a little uneasy in his heart, for fear that he would not like it in his heart, so he nodded again and again when he heard the words.

On the contrary, Xiang Yang pointed to the monks who were whistling in the air and said: "In order to protect me, so many colleagues are fighting bloody here, and your predecessors take good care of me, even if I have some credit, how can I swallow it alone, this matter should not be mentioned again, if I am lucky, it will be the merit of the first three defense lines!"

He made a wave around, shook the Ruyi stick in his hand, and stood up, but he was a little surprised in his heart, and he hadn't paid attention to it, only to find that the silk gold thread on the Ruyi stick was gone, and there was a brilliant gold ring where he shook hands.

"Did this absorb all the fairy spirits? I don't know what kind of miracles it has again. ”

As soon as the thought came to mind, a childish consciousness came from the handshake.

"Even the machine spirit hatchlings are conscious?"

Xiang Yang was overjoyed, this magic weapon is the same as monks and demon beasts, when the instrument spirit matures, it will be the same as the immortal tribulation, as long as it is passed, it will be an immortal weapon.

It's just that the vitality and divine consciousness required to activate the immortal weapon are too huge, with Xiang Yang's current cultivation, the strength of the divine consciousness should be enough, but the cultivation in the Dan period is far from enough.

Only this kind of immortal weapon cultivated by oneself can be controlled by the heart, and there will never be a situation of sucking the treasure master dry, otherwise Ding Shuai and Lao Bitou also have a few magic weapons at hand, how can they not give them to him.

It's just that the consciousness is still very immature, and there is still a long way to go before it matures, but looking at this situation, it is not impossible to really absorb a few more immortals in the barbarian battle.

From the trial to the present, the ruyi stick has always been his most effective weapon, time and time again, between the two sides, has already established a kind of water and milk relationship, thinking of the message from the machine spirit, Xiang Yang thought more and more happy, let out a long howl, threw the stick back, 'pop' a sound of explosion, a ripple as thick as a bucket surged in the air, and then there was a rolling thunder scattered, speeding up his castration a few points.

At the altar of sacrifice, the barbarian warriors were waiting for the battle, an old man who seemed to be about to fall in the next moment stood at the highest point of the altar, with a thick totem pole erected beside him, dancing and praying for something, the closest place to the center, the base of the altar was shining, and the barbarian warriors standing on it had to replace a batch on average every hour.

The faces of those who were replaced were all pale, and at once, someone else helped them to the side, leaned on the neck of a demon beast, and swallowed the hot blood in a big gulp.

The disappearance of the clan god is a big deal for a barbarian tribe, but as long as the sacrificial altar is still there, there is still hope.

If even the sacrificial altar is destroyed, then the tribe is truly finished, and it will either be swallowed up by others or end up under the fence.

After praying, the sacrificial altar shone brightly, and a trace of golden light with a little blood surged towards the old man, his rickety and shriveled body swelled and plumped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a while, he turned into a giant with a height of three feet, with a dragon head and a human body, half of his body hanging armor, and his naked parts were all intricate totem patterns.

He looked down, stretched out his hand to the sky, and shouted, "Abronicasari, Movani in the west of Loka!

The barbarian warriors below immediately cheered, and some even sang rough war songs and twisted simple war dances, not far from the front, many Northern Shenzhou monks looked at them blankly, and they didn't know what these barbarians were crazy about.

Still in amazement, the monks closest to the sacrificial altar suddenly found that their feet were empty, and the flying magic weapon quietly fell, and they all fell down with their hands dancing.

Below, groups of barbarian warriors had rushed out, picking up their weapons in the direction they had fallen.

Looking at that hideous smile, those monks were horrified in their hearts and wanted to use spells, but as soon as their vitality left their bodies, they had already dissipated, and at some point, the forbidden range of this sacrificial altar was doubled.

Fortunately, over the past 10,000 years, the monks of the Northern Shenzhou have accumulated a lot of experience in fighting within the forbidden law, and there are not many monks standing within two thousand zhang, and the monks who have not been affected in the rear have come back to their senses in an instant, and they have taken out a long magic weapon, and with a shake of their hands, countless long ropes flew out.

This magic weapon, which is controlled by most of its power, is not within the scope of the forbidden law, and in a moment it arrived at the side of those monks, dragging them backwards one by one, but the first few had no time to rescue, and could only watch them fall towards the barbarian pile.