"It seems that the whole camp was alarmed by me, but if it is all of this level, no matter how many people come, it will be just a chicken and a dog!"

With a gentle sweep of the wishful stick, more than a dozen figures flew straight away.

So far, all that has appeared are only some low-level warriors, and the highest is only the Wutu Barbarian King, Xiang Yang doesn't need to exert much strength, just the weight of the Ruyi stick itself can crush a piece to death, how can he care?

Groups of barbarian warriors rushed forward one after another, and then bounced up like splashes of water, leaving only patches of blood mist...

In a dull sound, Xiang Yang walked forward leisurely.

The nearest sacrificial altar was thousands of zhang away, and he was very interested.

Although his spiritual sense was suppressed, it is estimated that he did not have the ability to pack up the entire sacrificial altar and take it away, but there may be something else to discover.

A whistling sounded behind him, but it was a barbarian king who slashed down from behind him with a stick, Xiang Yang didn't even have the idea of dodging, he directly pulled it with one hand, and directly pulled the stick in front of him, and after letting go, he twisted his palm, and with a crisp click, the barbarian king's eyes burst out.

"Well, when you die, will this totem disappear?"

Fang wanted to take it back to the Qiankun Ding clone to study it carefully, but found that the dense patterns on the barbarian king's body gradually faded.

"Then catch a few alive!"

A moment later, he was surprised to swing a barbarian king into the air, directly crashing into several barbarian warriors.

"What is that? These barbarians don't have immortal seedlings or immortal embryos in the sea of consciousness, why do they have such strange things? And with the strength of my spiritual sense, I can't forcibly suppress their consciousness..."

"These barbarians seem to have the same consciousness phantom in the sea of consciousness, isn't this situation similar to those 'masters' in my sea of consciousness... This is... This looks like a dragon?"

"This one is different, it seems to be a firebird, but it is somewhat similar to Xiao Fengwu..."

"This is also a firebird."

"It's definitely not their own consciousness, it's something created through some kind of secret art, it's weird!"

"There's a new one..."

Out of the hundred zhang, nearly ten barbarian kings have died at his hands, without exception, everyone has all kinds of strange consciousness in the sea of consciousness, all the way over, three have been discovered.

"It should have something to do with those altars of sacrifice. ”

Xiang Yang raised his head and looked around, and sure enough, he found clues on the three nearest sacrificial altars, and the pedestals under each sacrificial altar were painted with similar patterns, although the lines were rough and abstract, but some of them could be recognized, and it was the strange consciousness phantom he saw in these barbarian consciousness seas.

"It's as if each sacrificial altar represents a tribal group, and the goal of each group's sacrifice is what is behind these virtual images of consciousness..."

"These are just the weakest barbarian tribes, it's just a projection of the object of their sacrifice, with the strength of my spiritual sense, it can't even be suppressed, it seems to be very strong!

Xiang Yang was not nervous, but more excited, suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, the Ruyi stick shook, shook out a stick flower of Xu Fangyuan, in front of him, a puff of blood mist exploded, in the blood mist, a black shadow shot straight away, invincible, in a moment, it had swept over the distance of hundreds of zhang.

At this time, the first giant had arrived, blocking his path.

It was a six-legged monster, with four short and stout hooves underneath compared to its massive body, and a pair of long forelimbs in front of it, each with three sharp claws, and patches of brown scales, each half a foot wide, and looking extremely thick.

On Jumeng's body, there stood a barbarian in full armor, half a head taller than ordinary barbarians, holding a thick stone stick in his hand, and a pair of blood-colored eyes shining in the gap in the armor.

Jumeng's huge body blocked the entire sacrificial altar behind him, a hundred feet away, a big mouth, a dull sound rolled in, and the camp tent and barbarians in front of him were directly rushed away, revealing a wide avenue.

On its body, the barbarian slowly raised the stone stick in his hand, and there was a golden light flashing at the top, and with an unpleasant roar, at least one-third of the barbarians had the same golden light flashing on their foreheads, and the bones rattled, and the whole person suddenly swelled in a circle, and pounced even more fearlessly against death.

"It seems that I woke up some kind of bloodline and went berserk... It's said that each totem pole is a treasure of the barbarians, with different abilities... This root is madness?"

Xiang Yang looked at it curiously, stretched out his hand and swept it, and several crazy barbarians flew out again.

So far, he has only used less than one percent of his strength, and he basically relies on the lethality of the Ruyi stick itself, but even so, in the case of Fang Cai, he almost died next to each other.

But this time it was different, after those mad barbarians were knocked away, they just spat blood and stood up again, although many of them had broken arms and legs, but few of them died with one blow.

"Well, it seems that scales have grown on this body, and this bloodline seems to be a bit similar to the dragon clan..."

Xiang Yang looked at it casually, directly added a little strength, and the stick shadow in his hand roared up, this time those barbarians who had become crazy could not be spared, and after a 'bang, bang, bang', there was already a blood mist beside him.

"Graku, you Hamuda!"

A hundred zhang away, the barbarian standing on Jumeng roared, and the barbarian warriors who were not afraid of death retreated one after another, revealing a large open space.

"Yo Na Ka Fu Ni Bada! Mitu Xi Kayo Qi Da!" Ju Meng stopped, and the barbarian stood on it, dancing and shouting loudly at Xiang Yang.

Xiang Yang's heart moved, and he used Tianyan, this strange treasure was really magical, and he directly translated the language of the barbarians.

"Who are you, why do you have the breath of God!"

Xiang Yang's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the barbarian, seeing that his estimate was right, this barbarian really has something to do with the dragon clan, and it is estimated that it is also because of the dragon clan bloodline on his body, which will be discovered, if he didn't do it directly at the beginning, maybe he could still fool around, but now...

You can try it now...

"I am a messenger of God, and if you are rude to me, you are rude to God!

Following Tianyan's translation, Xiang Yang directly roared loudly in the barbarian language, which was a little rusty at first, but later became smoother and smoother.

On his forehead, the blood-colored dragon pattern appeared, and the momentum of the whole person suddenly changed greatly, and among the barbarians close to him, at least one-third of their legs were weak, and they almost didn't kneel down directly.