Turning his head, he saw that he was the big leader of the Baiqiang tribe, with the princess and prince, as well as a group of warriors, gradually approaching.

The great leader was about forty years old, with a broad figure and a golden armor, and a white wolf mark on his wind-swept sand. He looked at Jiang Yixia with satisfaction.

Jiang Yixia did not disappoint them.

Including the stunning princess, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Bai Qiang's face was also saved, and only the little prince's soul was a little lost.

"How should I reward the Jiang guards?" the Qiang leader asked with a smile.

"You've won the prize, and everything is done to my part. ”

Jiang Yixia changed very quickly, he quickly put away all his arrogance, and respectfully saluted the leader.

"Duty? Jiang Guard, this is not called duty. You live up to my wishes, and if you defeat this person, you should take a great credit. When I return to the clan this time, I will promise my previous promise to you and give you the Four Paths of Shura Reincarnation Battle Spectrum. When you comprehend the highest level of Shura's sword intent, don't forget, you have to help me unify the great cause!"

The big leader patted Jiang Yixia on the shoulder, his tone was soft and encouraging, and he was also looking forward to replying.

"I will definitely live up to the high expectations of the Lord, and I will definitely assist the Lord in exterminating the Dian Kingdom!" Jiang Yixia immediately made his position clear.

"Well, good, good!" the Grand Leader turned around with a slight smile.

Jiang Yixia breathed a sigh of relief.

There is a reason for this fear, this big leader has a special status, although he does not understand martial arts, but he has a very high prestige in the five-colored Qiang group. This prestige could even sustain him as the next sole lord to control the five Qiang tribes, enjoying the supremacy of the entire clan, and all this stemmed from rumors that he had obtained a treasure of a god.

The scary thing is that this rumor is not false.

At this point, Jiang Yixia was able to confirm that the last half of the "Shura Condensation Frost Sword Intent" that he had been pursuing for many years was in the hands of the leader.

At the same time, this big leader is also the younger brother of the current Baiqiang clan lord. If he was willing back then, the position of the head of the Baiqiang clan now must also be his. It is not difficult to speculate on the reason why the mother of the prince's soul has been secretly sending Qiu Bo to this little uncle.

Thinking of himself, in order to get the sword book, Jiang Yixia had only patience, he slowly exhaled a breath, followed the big leader to the ice sculpture, and accompanied Yi Shaocheng for at least three breaths.

In the end, the Qiang giant, the future king of the Qiang, gritted his teeth and said: "The Han people often say that the ignorant are fearless. Guard Jiang, I command you to bring back to the tribe the head of this ignorant man on the barrel of a gun, and stand in front of my tent. I want him to look at me like that forever, into my eyes. Perhaps only in this way will his soul understand how sad the fate of offending my Qiang clan is! Come, take this to me and suck his soul dry!"

This speech is too murderous, and the hatred is too strong.

So much so that the stunning concubine on the side hurriedly hugged the prince's soul in her arms.

Most of the eyes of everyone noticed that the big leader turned around and handed Jiang Guard a mercury skull bottle.

The Soul Bottle is only more than five inches high, and it looks relatively small.

But it is such a small thing, the strong Jiang guard's face changed greatly, and his palms kept trembling, this is actually the contraband of the Qiang tribe - the Soul Bottle. From the moment Jiang Yixia touched the bottle, it seemed that he had come to the depths of the tomb, and his blood was frozen all over his body, making it difficult to move.

Jiang Yixia secretly thought in his heart: "Although it is a treasure, it has a lot of damage to the body." ”

Even ordinary Qiang people know that the conjuring bottle can collect human souls, and the weapons used to forge have their own curse effect, because this has a magical function for forging divine weapons, so it is called a treasure. However, because this thing is too inhumane and often leads to unrestrained killings, the leaders of the Qiang tribes unanimously issued a death order, and once this absolutely dangerous and absolutely forbidden item is discovered, the holder will be eliminated immediately.

Everyone turned their eyes to the Soul Bottle, feeling and shocked.

Of course, the Great Leader of Baiqiang also enjoyed this process very much, after all, the use of such unscrupulous forbidden items was also a manifestation of status.

In the crowd, only the little prince soul of the Qiang clan still kept his eyes on the frozen Yi Shaocheng.

After a while, there was a gleam of joy in the prince's eyes.

It turned out that Yi Shaocheng did not give up, and the ice layer on the periphery of his body began to crack with a trace of fine lines from the inside out.

This pattern is like a flower of hope, slowly stretching and blooming.

It is not only Yi Shaocheng's own hope, but also the hope of his soul.

At this time, the little prince was still more anxious than Yi Shaocheng, and I really hoped that he could rush out quickly and fight with Jiang Guards again. It is best to defeat the Jiang guards, so that you can confirm your inference just now - it is a pity that this Han man was killed.

But fantasy is fantasy after all.

When Yi Shaocheng's eyeballs moved, the cracks instantly spread densely all over his body, and the prince soul was immediately frightened when he saw it, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"Well, he's alive. He really came back to life. ”

It doesn't matter what this call is, it scares everyone's souls.

The first thought that comes to people's minds is to flee.

That's right!

There is no shame in escaping.

Yi Shaocheng is a frozen tiger, a killing god covered with dust. He had already told them by his actions that he had carried the heads of eight or nine warriors on top of his spear. Don't take any chances with this kind of ferocious enemy, only to distance yourself and then counter-kill is the best choice.

It's just that this fear lasted too short.

Because at this moment, Yi Shaocheng broke out of the stiffness, broke free from the ice, and the ice slag burst like broken glass and fell to the ground one after another.

He didn't stop any longer, and the meridians in his body were like countless wild dragons, whistling and moving, twitching wildly. At the same time, it also mobilized some of the energy recovered from the ice in his body...... The spear in his hand pierced the golden armor of the big leader of Bai Qiang from behind, and then entered the chest cavity and stirred it suddenly, the big leader's internal organs were all ruptured immediately, blood splashed, and the beautiful princess was struck from the front chest, which made her tremble for a while.

The Great Leader was not instantly dead, but he let out a scream of horror that was more terrifying than death.

"No! Don't...... Take away the Conjuring Vial. Yes...... I don't want to go to hell...... I don't want ......"

At this time, the bottle in Jiang Yixia's hand became heavier and heavier, and it completely became a gathering outlet, frantically absorbing the soul fragments of the big leader. The Qiang people are not false, the weight of a person's soul comes from a person's achievements......

The great leader has created too many achievements in his life.

These deeds are all revealed when the soul is absorbed by the conjuring bottle, for example, he led people to slaughter a remote city in the Allied Jumachi country, and for example, he once seized foreign people to worship and enrich his own pockets...... But none of this compares to the most brilliant thing he did, and that is-

and this stunning beauty ** enjoy the most beautiful face in the world, yes, the soul is not his brother's child, but ...... His.