"Who are you, and where is our god?"

The half-dragon, half-human old man floated down from the top of the sacrificial altar, his body was now three feet high, and the thick totem pole was not so eye-catching in his hand, and there was a pair of short brown wings behind him, looking at the size, although he couldn't fly freely, he could still maintain balance in the air temporarily.

With the help of Tianyan, this barbarian's language was not the slightest barrier to Xiang Yang, and when he heard the question, he carefully glanced at the old man, and he was a little surprised in his heart.

In this sacrificial altar, it seems that there is not only the remnant of the origin of the previous immortal, but also something else, which may also be the power of the clan god that this tribe worshiped before.

His thoughts moved, his spiritual sense turned, and he slightly stirred the ancestral dragon node on the index finger of his right hand, the blood-colored dragon pattern on his forehead floated again, and a strong coercion rolled out: "Clan God? That's just a false god, I am the messenger of the true dragon!"

He clinged to the wishful stick and pointed to the side: "If you neglect the true God, this is the price!"

Feeling the coercion, the old man walked down in the air and paused slightly: "True God Messenger, how is it possible, how can the True God Messenger stand on the side of these indigenous primitive people?"

"Indigenous primitives?"

Xiang Yang couldn't help but laugh when he heard this title, in the eyes of these barbarians, it turned out that the monks of Northern Shenzhou were the real indigenous primitives.

His heart moved, his blood and qi were stirring, and the blood-colored dragon pattern on his forehead became thicker and thicker: "This is the will of the true God, as long as you obey it! Why don't you quickly lay down your weapons, first offer offerings, and then bow a hundred times to appease the wrath of the true God!"

The old man grinned like a crocodile kiss, showed a strange smile, walked slowly towards him, and suddenly shouted: "Only the royal family has a true God, and the will of the true god has always been conveyed by the royal family!

Before the words fell, the totem pole in his hand suddenly shone brightly, and a brilliant colored light shot out directly, and the totem color pattern on his body made a piece, the original three-zhang high body was huge again, and the short wings behind it suddenly spread out, each end had a zhang long, on the wings, there was a faint brown circle of light floating, and there were more circles of complex patterns on the scale armor of the half body.

"Is this your strongest form? Sure enough, there are other Origin forces mixed in... Not bad!"

Seeing this sudden change, Xiang Yang still stood motionless, without the slightest intention of attacking, but licked his lips leisurely, and the battle intent in his eyes became more and more intense.

Totem poles do not appear to be suitable for use as weapons against enemies other than blessings.

After the old man transformed again, he put it behind him, stretched out his hand, and several barbarian emperors beside him bowed respectfully to him, threw his weapon over, his hands shook, holding a red copper iron rod of a length of a few feet in one hand, and a hammer the size of a grinding disc in the other, and even two flails were rolled up on the wings behind him.

"It looks good! I don't know if it's beaten!" Xiang Yang laughed, lifted the Ruyi stick, and felt the hot killing intent in his chest, where he started, the circle of gold patterns flashed slightly, and the original weight of 108,000 catties was directly doubled and doubled again!

'Bang', Xiang Yang didn't expect this guy to suddenly have such a change, for a while, he didn't have time to lift the unloading force, and the place where his feet were standing suddenly fell, and when he reacted, the giant in front of him had already brandished four weapons and slashed at his head.

"Little one, don't do this in the future... Prepare me somewhat!" Xiang Yang smiled bitterly, and used his spiritual sense to soothe the young body of the machine spirit that felt that he had done something wrong and was a little apprehensive, and lifted up to meet him.

After the strength of the flesh broke through the hundred mountains, the original weight of the Ruyi stick was indeed a little lighter, and now it did just fit after doubling twice, he wanted to try how powerful such a pure power attack was, and he didn't use the resonance power he had just comprehended, so he straightened up.

Today's Ruyi stick is really a quasi-immortal weapon, and its texture is naturally not comparable to the red copper iron rod, with a "hum" sound, the stick that was the first to come into contact was directly smashed out of an arc.

The giant also got it, and with a low shout, the whole person was only smashed back ten feet, but even so, his heart jumped.

He was originally the Barbarian Emperor of the Seven Mountains, and he was already a top master in the entire barbarian clan, and the blessing of the power of the dual clan gods in the sacrificial altar directly increased his physical strength several times, plus after the totem madness, his strength was close to the hundred mountains, but he was not the enemy of this guy opposite?

Xiang Yang's brows were also furrowed, and when he touched the red copper iron rod, the power he felt only made his steps pause slightly, but there was a sharp tremor with the body of the Ruyi stick, this resonant power could not have much impact on him, and his whole body trembled, his toes touched the ground, and within ten zhang of his side, the earth cracked open, and his body returned to normal.

He looked at the sacrificial altar in front of him with fiery eyes, "This old guy can actually bring a trace of the immortal's talent ability in his attack, this altar is so magical? It can also store this? The immortal beast's talent ability actually contains the law of the Great Dao, if it can be mastered for people to comprehend, wouldn't it be able to create a large number of Nine Tribulation Monks?"

In the laughter, he jumped up directly, pounced on the fit, and the Ruyi stick in his hand turned into a black light, and smashed down on the giant's head, for a while, his whole person and the stick shadow fused into one, if you look closely, the shadow has an extremely small tremor in the flash.

The giant that the old man had turned into had recovered from his astonishment, threw away the red copper iron rod that had been completely bent, and held the giant hammer in both hands and shouted.

Although he has wings, he has already tried Xiang Yang's strength, where do he dare to take it lightly and float in the air to receive the move? Directly with both feet, a yellow whirlwind rose up, and the whole person spun sharply in a mysterious way, and the giant hammer in his hand turned into a mountain-like phantom, and greeted it upward.

"I'm afraid this is the innate power of another fairy, I don't know what it is!"

Xiang Yang Yiran was not afraid, and bumped into it straight.

The strength has reached such a point that he already has the confidence to break through ten thousand laws with one force, not to mention, he has already used the resonance power he just comprehended in this move, although the fairy spirit has disappeared inexplicably, but this talent ability is very compatible with his own attack method, and it is really like a tiger with wings.

There was a loud bang, and then a crisp hiss spread far away, but it was the Ruyi stick that couldn't suppress its fighting spirit because it was infected, and let out a high-pitched sound.