Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

Chapter 6 Before the Great Hall, the Totem Cage

Chapter 6 Before the Hall, the Totem Cage

While fighting, Fang Ling was secretly observing the actions of the Shaman King, and the result of the observation was even more determined to the original guess that this guy must have a ghost!

With the strength of the Shaman Witch King Xingqi Realm and the witch corpses around him, it is not difficult to deal with the witch corpses in the fusion realm. However, he obviously deliberately preserved his strength, and he kept his hands everywhere and delayed the fighter. The only intention of doing this is to greatly weaken the combat effectiveness of the other two teams!

However, no one has time to observe the Shaman King during the battle, and if you are not careful, your life will be lost.

Seeing that Turansai Khan and his men had lost a few people, Turanmotuo whispered an order. Everyone made ruthless moves to deal with a group of witch corpses around them, and then jumped towards the battle circle ahead.

Seeing Tulan Motuo and others coming to help, the soldiers of other tribes were both surprised and grateful. Everyone knew that the other party could have deliberately delayed time, but did not do so. Instead, they came over to help. Many people felt a little more ashamed.

Fang Ling secretly praised Tulan Motuo for having a good grasp of time, which not only weakened his opponent, but also earned his gratitude from him. It was really a killing two birds with one stone.

With the help of Tulan Motuo and others, the pressure on everyone was greatly reduced, and the battle situation quickly reversed. The masters of the five tribes worked together to kill the witch corpse. After a stick of incense, the surroundings finally returned to peace.

Everyone was gasping for breath. When they saw a witch corpse on the ground, they couldn't help but feel scared. Even the shaman wizards were pale. It was too terrible to rush forward with such a large number of witch corpses with such high strength.

After a while of rest, everyone began to count the battlefield, and then they realized that it was a blessing to be able to stand here alive.

When they entered the city, there were 15 shamans among the people from all directions, including 15 witch corpses, 13 Tulansai Khan and his party, 13 Tulanmotuo and his party, and 13 Fang Ling.

During the Battle of Giants, a witch corpse was lost, and during the mechanism formation, a shaman black witch, a witch corpse, and two guards were injured. By this battle of witch corpse, nearly half of the deaths, including those who were seriously injured and unable to fight again.

There were only six shamans left, two of them died of witch corpses, and 5 were left of Tulansaikhan and his escorts. Temuqi and Sorengeng were both injured to varying degrees, and Tulanmoto and his escorts had 7.

Although Fang Ling and the other two were safe and sound, Fang Ling was not in a good mood. The shaman's power was indeed beyond imagination, especially the four shaman red witches, who are still unharmed.

After everyone bandaged the seriously injured guards and wizards, they began to move forward. Although the Lost City was really terrible, it could not stop the determination of the grassland men. Even if they paid the price of their lives, they must obtain the Invincible Golden Sword.

The road is wide, extending like an endless end, almost step by step, with traps emerging from time to time, making people unable to defend themselves, but the masters of the five tribes, including the patriarch, all have the same belief, and have made every effort to protect the two heirs and ensure that they arrive at the hall safely.

The sun gradually sets, and the surrounding lights and shadows disappear. The oblique moonlight shines on the city, making everything in the city even more gloomy and terrifying.

Everyone started a fire note, raised the torch and continued to move forward. After half an hour, they finally saw the hall from afar.

Legend has it that the Sun Hall is built with gold as the wall, white jade as bricks, and thousands of jewelry as decorations. Tuji Khan sat in the hall that year, intimidating the grassland.

Now under the moonlight, the hall is shining with golden light and jade-colored fireflies. Everyone is opening their eyes wide and bent down one by one, performing the most respectful etiquette again, expressing their respect for their ancestors.

Tulanmoto and Tulansai Khan were even more excited. Whoever could get the Invincible Golden Sword was the owner of the Sun City. Sitting in such a hall would not be able to pass on the name of the name forever.

Fang Ling had seen the extremely luxurious Xiaowu Emperor Mausoleum, so he seemed very calm. Although this Sun Hall was not bad, it was really different from the Xiaowu Emperor Mausoleum. He took out a few burial objects from the imperial tomb, and in terms of value, he was afraid that such a hall could be built.

It is no wonder that although Tuji Khan is the lord of the grassland, the grasslands are mostly bartered and rarely have gold and silver circulation, so the gold and jade are naturally not as rich as the southern country.

Everyone adjusted their mood and walked towards the Sun Hall vigilantly. Everyone knew that the closer they were to the hall, the more dangerous they were.

Fang Lingpan calculated and found that there were still more than twenty witch corpses not appearing. Needless to say, these things were either hidden on the way to the hall or hidden in the hall. Moreover, the cultivation of these witch corpses that did not appear must be above the witch corpses just now, that is, the witch corpses whose cultivation level reached the peak of the Qi-Merge Realm!

When Fang Ling thought of this, he couldn't help but sigh in secret. He was worthy of being the tomb of Khan. Not to mention the twenty or so, the current forces of the five tribes and the Shaman Witch King who had a hand, even ten peak witch corpses were a headache, let alone twenty or so.

In other words, by the time these witch corpses are solved, the remaining troops of the five tribes are very few, and even the shaman black witches will be wiped out.

While walking, Fang Ling carefully calculated the possible battle situation and ending.

Before we could walk, another shocking scene appeared on both sides of the road. Stone pillars stood straight, as thick as buckets and several feet high. Each stone pillar was carved with different beast patterns, including eagles, tigers, lions, wolves, etc., and their size was like real objects. The knife skills were rough and delicate. They walked around the pillars, like clouds and fog.

Next to each stone pillar, there is a stone sculpture of a man and horse, which is as big as a grassland horse. Each person has very different appearances, clothes and even weapons. The same is that each looks lifelike and imposing.

Temuqi couldn't help but shouted: "This is the totem pole and the patriarch's statue!"

Everyone was shocked and looked admiring on their faces. They walked slowly, pressing their left hand on their chests, looking extremely excited.

When Song Ying'er saw everyone like this, she couldn't help but curiously said, "What is the totem pole?"

Fang Ling explained: "Each grassland tribe has its own totem, and a wild beast symbolizes its ancestors. In the city where the clan leader is located, it built a totem stone pillar, which is the most precious thing in the clan. When the two tribes fight, once one tribe surrenders, it will create a totem stone pillar and give it to the victorious side to express its intention to surrender. Thousands of years ago, Tuji Khan ordered all tribes on the grassland to surrender, so there are totem stone pillars of each tribe in this Sun City."

Song Ying'er exclaimed: "Are the statues of the patriarchs next to these stone pillars created according to the appearance of those tribe leaders?"

Fang Ling nodded and said, "Of course."

Lu Bei couldn't help but exclaim: "There are hundreds of stone pillars here, and there are hundreds of tribes. Although each clan leader is just a statue, it gives people an extraordinary momentum. It seems that Tuji Khan is really an amazing hero."

Fang Ling smiled slightly and said, "No, but now is not the time to appreciate this hero. If I guess correctly, this hero would not let us walk into the hall so easily."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook, and then he saw the totem pole growing upwards towards the sky. It was only a few feet high, but it suddenly grew to more than ten feet.

At the same time, the statue of the patriarch around the totem pole moved backwards, and the empty ground was connected into a stone wall several feet thick, rising rapidly.

In just a few breaths, the totem pole and the stone wall had already formed a giant cage in front of the hall. Sharp stings appeared at the top of the stone wall, and shining with light in the moonlight.

The change happened extremely suddenly, and everyone suddenly came back to their senses from the state of reverence. People from the five tribes formed a circle and surrounded two heirs. Shaman wizards and others also protected the shaman king. Only Fang Ling and his group had the least number, and the three of them were back to back, watching their every moves around them vigilantly.

The tall stone walls are like iron cages, and there seems to be mystery hidden in each brick. Even the bluestone slabs on the ground have become traps, and people can be swallowed up if you are not careful.

Everyone was afraid to let out a moment of excitement, and released their five senses to the limit. Any movement and stillness in the cage would be immediately sensed.

Just as everyone was speculating where the mechanism or witch corpse was about to appear, some totem poles suddenly made crisp sounds, and the surface quickly cracked, and then they saw a witch corpse wearing black armor revealing its true body.

As soon as the witch corpse appeared, the energy of heaven and earth evaporated unrestrainedly. As soon as the witch corpse sensed that it had the cultivation level of the peak of the Qi Realm, and counting their numbers, everyone was shocked. The originally solemn expression on their faces seemed to be covered with charcoal ash.

When everyone was stunned, the witch corpse had already flew over, and the scimitar was like the moon, and murderous intent suddenly appeared, and the battle began in an instant.

The appearance of more than twenty witch corpses happened to form a hundred and twenty numbers, which meant that this was already the last pass in front of the hall. Fang Ling took a deep breath and said to Song Yinger and the others in a deep voice: "You can protect me!"

Seeing that Fang Ling was about to fight in close combat, Lu Bei was shocked and said, "Your Highness, your injury has not healed, so I will be the main force!"
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next