The monkey turned over, picked up a large piece of mud, rolled down to the shore, and picked up dead branches.

When the barbarian priest raised his hand, stones flew up from the ground like sharp arrows.

The sound of breaking through the air is sharp, and once it hits, it can cause fractures at least, or death at worst.

Whoosh!

Under the moonlight, the monkey turned into an afterimage. After a few turns to avoid the rain of stones, it approached the barbarian to offer sacrifices.

The dead branch was pointed and trembled, then it was pointed at the eye socket of the foreigner's sacrifice.

The barbarian priest sighed, "Good skills, but I am also a warrior."

He lifted up his robe, took out a scimitar from his waist, chopped it on the branch, and then flew up and kicked the monkey in the chest.

The monkey was as slippery as a loach. He let go and retreated. The hardened mud layer on his chest immediately shattered and mud chunks flew everywhere.

The barbarian priest swung his staff again and smashed it against its little head. The sound was as terrifying as the wind tearing apart.

The ape ran and found that the distance between him and Zhongsheng Sacrifice was not lengthened, but rather shortened.

"Zhizhizhi!"

Priest Zhongsheng chased me slowly, pointed his staff back, and the trees around him bowed their heads, as if they were surrendering to me.

"Old dog, how dare you bully your monkey."

The next moment, soft light emitted from the skull, overpowering the raging green light.

"But it's important. When he is tortured, he will know how to be afraid. Fear is the worst sacrifice for the weak."

Priest Mei Yong said in a cold tone, "Because of his recklessness, you will massacre millions of people in the Central Plains and rebuild the Tongtian family that was destroyed by you."

The ape suddenly woke up, turned around and used all seven limbs, and fled as if desperate.

The monkey suddenly shrank into a ball, the fur ball rolled on the ground, the staff hit the ground, and large pits appeared one after another.

The barbarian raised his ancient sword, and the priest Zhongsheng on the opposite side raised his hand, and a strong wind blew in his face.

Mei Yong drew the sword like a smear of ink, swung it past the scimitar, and hit Zhong Sheng's sacrificial arm.

"It comes at a good time!"

With a staff in one hand and a scimitar in the other, I took off my bloated robe, revealing my lean and small body.

Priest Mei Yong staggered forward, holding the staff with one arm, shaking it several times in the air, sending the fire into the ground.

Priest Zhongsheng was shocked and angry. As soon as he met him, he suffered heavy losses and even his arm was broken.

"If you burn your monkey, roast his old dog alive to wash away the smell."

"Old dog, how can he do human affairs at such a young age?"

Mei Yong breathed out fire dragons, which arrived first, burning the fire bugs until they fell like rain, leaving charred corpses everywhere.

The surrounding environment ceased to change, and gradually narrowed and compressed towards the side of Zhongsheng Sacrifice.

The vegetation and soil were all blown away and burned, leaving only the Hu people and Mei Yong to offer sacrifices to the seven people.

"And his human skin will become a trophy and be enshrined behind Tongtian Tomb."

The barbarian priest chased for a while and finally gave up. He put his palm on the head of the staff and his eyes flashed with a faint light.

Mei Yong, the priest opposite, buzzed and vibrated at the head of his staff, and several flying insects flew out, moving up and down towards the foreigner.

"He will feel every year that flies and vultures have taken away his eyes and tongue, cut open his belly with sharp claws, and pulled out his heart."

Zhong Sheng used a method to escape the shell of a golden cicada. He used a lump of mud to withstand the barbarian's chops and stepped aside.

The barbarian was stroking the ape's head the whole time and said loudly, "If something happens, it will be bad. Let's see if you take it out on him."

It squeaked slowly, but it escaped.

The scimitar fell to the ground with its severed arm.

With a flick of his wrist, the fireballs shot towards Zhongsheng Sacrifice one after another like meteors chasing the moon, causing the earth to shake.

The barbarian opposite put away the ancient sword, put his palms close to the sea of ​​​​fire behind his face, and rubbed it a little, but it was not a small ball of fire.

When the barbarians came, the apes waited for the savior, threw themselves down crying, and screamed and complained.

He kept walking in place, and the ground was thrown into a small pit by his claws, almost burying it.

Just because of his bravery in wielding a sword and raising a staff, he can be called one of the best warriors among the barbarians.

The green light spit out and hit the monkey's forehead. Its movements became slow and shaky.

"It turns out he is also a mage."

The ape lay on the Hu man's shoulder, pointed at me and laughed softly.

"Hoo ho ho!"

"The monkey who bullied you, does he have bad intentions? I'll chop him alive, so he shouldn't feel wronged."

"Huh?"

When the barbarian opened his mouth, a small ball of fire appeared, instantly scattering the green light and even wrapping it around the staff.

After the Hu man stepped down, he picked up the ancient sword, pointed it at Zhong Sheng's chin and cut it off.

The Hu man's feet were numb, and he could barely stand still. A strong wind hit behind him, and it turned out that a machete fell on his head.

A moment ago, even the staff was burned to ashes, and there was no movement at all.

My body was covered with burns and bruises, my broken arm was supported on the ground, and I was gasping for air.

"He will be skinned alive, then smeared with suet and honey, hung on the cliff, and eaten by birds."

Priest Mei Yong raised his other hand, and his staff emitted a small ball of green light, shooting towards the door facing the barbarian.

A small drink woke up the ape. It broke out in a sweat and realized that everything just now was an illusion.

"For many years in the Central Plains, you announced what to do with him in the name of the Prairie Sacrifice Group."

Flames burst out from the ground, and the wind spread white ash, making the fire grow stronger.

All the decorations on the staff of Meiyong Sacrifice have been used up, and now it has become bare and covered with scorch spots.

The barbarian used his arms hard and split it into two halves with a crack.

The strange thing is that those flames chased Zhong Sheng to burn sacrifices, but they seemed to have eyes and actively avoided the surroundings of the barbarians.

The crackling fur and joints that are rich in oil are like dry firewood, which burst into flames instantly and can be retracted once fired.

There are two halves of the corpse underground, but two soft lumps of mud.

There was a sound of piercing flesh, but no blood flew out.

"If we can hold on for a long time, we can still see us fighting for his hands and feet in the air."

The blade of the sword split the air, and there was a sound of tearing cloth. It was struck under the body of Mei Yong, and it was as sticky as jelly.

"I may have hurt your beard."

Priest Mei Yong wanted to chase a big demon, but he was overjoyed when he bumped into a barbarian.

I thought it had started, but the staff suddenly cracked open, and a small group of large flying insects sprang out, vibrating its seven thin wings, and buzzed into the low altitude.

The scene in front of me is like an elephant trampling a mouse. It is clear that it can be crushed with one kick, but it is no match for the opponent's flexibility.

"It couldn't have come at a worse time."

As soon as Zhong Shengji finished speaking, his head fell to the ground, and blood poured out like a waterfall.

The barbarian twisted the hilt of the sword, and the sharp ancient sword broke off the arm of the priest Mei Yong on the spot.

I stabbed the stick into the ground, and suddenly, without any strength, it sprang out from the soles of Mei Yong's feet and poured into my body.

He stretched out his skinny fingers, pointed at the ape, and said, "Pull out the soul."

He kneaded hundreds of fireballs one after another. They were perfectly spherical, without any flaws, and the inside was transparent.

"For many years in the Central Plains, he listened to everything you said and backed away."

"His bones are chained up by iron chains, exposed to wind, frost, rain, snow, and exposure to the sun for thousands of years. There is always the possibility of liberation."

There is a mistake. The man opposite me has been holding a sword for many years. He is not the target of my trip. He is the culprit who destroyed the Tongtian family and killed thousands of Meiyong warriors.
Chapter completed!