For Zhou Mengdie, the most fundamental purpose of the trip to southern Xinjiang is to wish the phoenix fruit of the Rong tribe. However, before he arrived at the Zhurong tribe, the Zhurong tribe had been wiped out, and even the totem pole related to the tribal inheritance was taken away.

Different from the martial arts of the Han people, who constantly strengthened their bodies with the help of the power of heaven and earth, and finally comprehended the true meaning of martial arts, and reached the realm of the grandmaster and the grandmaster, the cultivation method of the Southern Barbarians was through continuous tempering of the body, and after reaching a certain realm, they became a totem warrior equivalent to the master of the totem by holding specific priestly ceremonies to perceive the mysterious power contained in the totem pole.

The Zhurong tribe respects the saints and the high priestess, and each generation of saints is named after Zhurong, which has been passed down for more than 3,000 years.

The totem pole of the Zhurong tribe depicts the image of Zhurong, the god of fire, but it contains the spirit of the legendary ancient phoenix. And among the Zhurong tribe, except for the Holy Maiden, most of the people who awakened the talent bloodline are also the God of Fire.

The Zhurong tribe is one of the top ten tribes of the Southern Barbarians, and there have been several generations of Southern Barbarian kings in history, so the number of people of the Zhurong tribe is far from being raised by a piece of land.

Therefore, like many Nanban tribes, when the population of the tribe reaches a certain number, there will be a warrior of the tribe who will lead a group of their people to migrate to other places to establish new tribes.

They also regard themselves as the subjects of the Zhurong tribe, but they do not have their own totems, and the totems that they bow to every morning and evening are just made of ordinary totem wood, and they do not have the ability to help warriors awaken their bloodlines.

Therefore, although these migrated sub-tribes also have several in size, which are not smaller than Zhurong's mother, they still bow down to their subordinates, and every year they will send warriors from the clan to the mother tribe to worship the holy woman and the high priest.

This year is the same, in order to celebrate the third anniversary of the new saint's accession to the throne, and also to celebrate the Hundred Beasts Festival in southern Xinjiang, the warriors who are qualified to awaken the bloodline in the sub-tribes have come to worship the totem of the mother clan under the leadership of the patriarch of the sub-tribe.

But I didn't want to be on the day of the ceremony. Unexpectedly, a group of black-clothed men who had blended into the crowd of worshippers broke into the ceremony.

They were holding sharp blades, each of them had the strength of totem warriors, and nearly a hundred people shot together, but they caught the Zhurong tribe off guard.

They shouted the cries of the Han Chinese, slaying one warrior after another who could not move in the midst of the ceremony.

Her mind conjured up their devout looks, even in the face of the sword soldiers. They still never wavered in their firm beliefs, and she, the most noble saint of the Zhurong tribe, actually survived in the world after losing the totem pole.

The corners of her mouth showed a hint of bitterness slightly, and in front of her was the territory of the Monkey Tribe, which was also one of the top ten tribes, although their tribe and the Zhurong tribe were far apart, and there was no friendship, but it was also because of the distance. As a result, the two tribes have maintained an alliance with each other. Now that she is desperate, the only thing she can hope for is that the patriarch of the Monkey tribe can lend her a valuable hand for the sake of being a fellow Southern Barbarian.

She had never been so humiliated, and the sentry monkey warrior had never shown the respect he deserved for the leader of a tribe after learning of her identity. Some angrily burned a dead tree under their feet into dust, looked up at the direction they came, and felt a slight bitterness in their hearts.

"Why hasn't the patriarch of the monkey clan come out to greet him yet!" the maid beside her still hadn't adapted to their status as lost dogs now, and muttered to the saint on the side with some dissatisfaction. Words of condemnation, but also with a hint of anxiety.

She secretly replied in her heart, "Who said it wasn't!" but she didn't speak. Fleeing all the way, the totem warriors who guarded her fell one after another because of the broken back, and many tribes passed along the way, all of whom rejected her request for protection under the excuse that "the tribe is holding a priesthood, and it is inconvenient for foreigners to live".

The Monkey Tribe is the only remaining tribe in the Nanban that has the strength to protect them, and this is their last hope. Although she guessed from the reaction of the monkey warriors that they might not accept her, she was still reluctant to say it, and always had a glimmer of anticipation.

At this moment, a head smashed towards the saint from the sky, and seven or eight masked people dressed in black appeared in front of Zhu Rong again. This was the third time they had caught up with the Holy Maiden of Zhurong. The original Zhurong Holy Maiden fought back desperately, and after they seriously injured two totem warriors, they chose to flee.

The second time they caught up with them, they decisively abandoned the last awakened totem warrior, and the most powerful of the totem warriors, and after paying the price of a companion who was seriously injured, they finally defeated the three-meter-tall guy.

Next, it's the holy daughter of the Zhurong tribe. There was a hint of lewdness in their eyes, ignoring the monkey warriors who were slowly retreating, and they pressed towards Zhu Rong step by step.

They had already seen Zhurong's delicate face under the veil when they attacked the Zhurong tribe, and her tattered animal skin dress could no longer completely cover her seductive figure, half-concealed, but instead seduced the beastly desire in their hearts. (Those two words can't be revealed, so they are replaced by longing!)

They glanced at each other, although they would not let go of the Zhurong Holy Maiden no matter what, but it did not mean that they could ignore this mission, it is said that she took another sacred relic of the Zhurong tribe with her when she fled, so their leader would strictly order them to arrest people back.

"Respected Holy Maiden, you have no way to escape, it is better to be captured, as long as you hand over the Holy Fruit, our sect leader may be merciful to spare your life. A man in black took the lead and walked up to Zhu Rong and saluted her, but he was not very respectful.

A trace of warm anger appeared on Zhu Rong's face, the language in their mouths was once the language of a country she longed for very much, as early as when the previous generation of saints taught her, she had already quietly born a dream in her heart to travel to that country.

But she didn't think that the first time she heard the language was when her tribe was in great danger.

Her heart has long since changed from the original yearning to the hatred now, and what her grandmother said is indeed right, the Han people do not have a good thing.

A hint of stubbornness appeared on her face, and a trace of determination appeared on her face when she thought of all the clansmen who had sacrificed for her. He responded coldly in the Chinese that she had practiced alone countless times in the middle of the night: "Damn Han people, damn invaders, you will pay the price for your actions, and the great god of Zhurong will one day punish you." ”

There was a hint of madness in her eyes, the Holy Maiden Tianjiao, who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but had awakened her bloodline, her face was full of pain and hatred for the person in front of him: "I will watch you in the kingdom of God be burned by the fire of heaven and turned to ashes. ”

As soon as her words fell, those Han people glanced at each other, and then they all let out a joyful laugh, looking at the Zhurong Holy Maiden with idiot-like eyes, and one of the leaders said: "Silly girl, I think you still don't want to go to God's arms, obediently I'll pant in the arms of our buddies!"

As soon as his words fell, several black-clothed figures behind him moved in unison, surrounding Zhu Rong in all directions.

They slowly walked towards the Zhurong Holy Maiden, their words frivolous, but they maintained absolute vigilance from beginning to end.

Zhurong Holy Maiden has a very terrifying ability, but the strange flame in her hand cannot be extinguished no matter what. They must remain vigilant to avoid causing the same fate as their former companions who were burned to ashes.

The Holy Maiden had fought with them once, and she clearly recognized that she could no longer make the same contribution as when she first used it, and she had been fleeing for several days, and although the 'divine power' in her body had recovered, her spirit was already exhausted.

His maid stopped in front of her with a resolute expression, but she stretched out her hand and pushed aside, after all, she was just an ordinary Southern Barbarian girl, and she did not have 'divine power', and she only hoped that this group of Han people could see that she could not pose a threat to them

The maid did not escape the bad luck of death, although she was quite handsome, but with the pearl jade of the blessed saint in front of her, she also looked a little unbearable.

The man in black reached out and broke her neck very casually, causing her to pass away in years as delicate as flowers. fulfilled her righteousness as a loyal servant, and also achieved their ruthless name. At the same time, it also aroused the monstrous anger of the Holy Maiden of Zhurong.

A phoenix roared through the jungle, and a raging fire burned on her body. Like a phoenix out of the fire, it flies above the nine heavens.

"You will have to pay the price for the sins you have committed. The temperature on her body is enough to melt the eternal ice, and the coldness between her words is also enough to freeze the sun between heaven and earth.

A huge phoenix bird appeared behind her, her eyes meeting those of the phoenix, and she felt its sadness. In just an instant, her figure disappeared between heaven and earth, and only a fire phoenix with its head held high and let out a long roar to vent its anger rushed towards the man in black.

This is a peerless blow that erupts from the power of the phoenix spirit in her body in an instant, and it is the forbidden move of every generation of Zhurong Holy Maiden.

It is the 'burning of the heavens and the extinction' of all sins between heaven and earth. (To be continued.) )