"It seems that the entire camp was alarmed by me, but if it is all this level, no matter how many people come, they will be just native chickens and tiles!"

Ruyi stick gently swept it, and more than a dozen figures flew straight away.

So far, all those who have appeared are only some low-level warriors, and the highest is only the Five Tu Barbarian King. Xiang Yang doesn’t need to use much force. Just the weight of the Ruyi Stick itself can be crushed to death. How could he care?

Groups of barbarian warriors rushed forward one after another, and then bounced up like splashes of water, leaving only blood mist

With the dull sounds, Xiang Yang walked forward like a walk.

The nearest altar of sacrificial rites was thousands of feet away, and he was very interested.

Although Lingjue was suppressed, he probably didn't have the ability to pack the entire sacrificial altar and take it away, but he might have any other discoveries.

A whistle sounded from behind, but a barbarian king slashed from behind him with a stick. Xiang Yang didn't even have the idea of ​​dodging. He pulled the stick and the person in front of him. After letting go, he stretched his palm and twisted it. With a crisp click, the barbarian king's eyes popped out.

"Well, after death, will this totem disappear?"

Fang wanted to take it back into the Qiankun Cauldron clone and study it carefully, but found that the dense patterns on the Barbarian King were gradually fading.

"Then let's catch a few live ones!"

After a moment, he waved a barbarian king in surprise and knocked several barbarian warriors away.

"What is that? These barbarians do not have fairy seedlings in the sea of ​​consciousness, so it's fine. Why do there be such strange things? And with the strength of my spiritual sense, I can't forcefully suppress their consciousness."

"These barbarians seem to have the same consciousness phantom in their sea of ​​consciousness. Isn't this situation similar to those of the 'uncles' in my sea of ​​consciousness? Is this like a dragon?"

"This is different. It looks like a firebird, but it is somewhat similar to Xiaofengwu."

"This is also a firebird."

"This is definitely not their own consciousness, but something produced through some secret technique. It's really weird!"

“There is another new one”

After walking a hundred feet away, nearly ten barbarian kings had lost their hands. Without exception, each of them had all kinds of strange consciousnesses in their sea of ​​consciousness. Three of them have been discovered along the way.

"It should be related to those sacrificial altars."

Xiang Yang looked up and looked around. Sure enough, he found clues on the three sacrificial altars. The base below each sacrificial altar was painted with similar patterns. Although the lines were rough and abstract, some of them could be identified. It was the strange conscious phantom he saw in the sea of ​​consciousness of these barbarians.

"It seems that every sacrificial altar represents a tribal group, and the goal of each sacrificial group is what is behind these consciousness phantoms."

"These are just the weakest barbarian tribes. They are just a projection of the objects they sacrifice. With my spiritual sense strength, they can't suppress them. It seems very strong! What about that thing? It's not hidden in the altar of sacrifice, right?"

Not only was Xiang Yang not nervous, he became even more excited. Suddenly, he whistled up to the sky, and Ruyi stick shook and shook a stick flower about a meter in the radius. In front of him, a blood mist exploded and a black shadow shot straight away from the blood mist, invincible. In a moment, hundreds of feet of distance had passed.

At this time, the first giant Meng had arrived and was blocking his way forward.

This is a six-legged monster. Compared with its huge body, the four hooves below are short and thick, and there is a pair of long forelimbs in front of it. Each of the forelimbs has three sharp claws and brown scales on the body. Each piece is half a meter wide, and looks extremely thick.

On Ju Meng, there was a barbarian covered in armor standing, half a head taller than an ordinary barbarian, holding a thick stone stick in his hand. In the gap between the armor, a pair of blood-colored eyes shining.

The huge body of the giant Meng blocked the entire sacrificial altar behind him, a hundred feet apart, with a big mouth open and a dull sound rolling in. In the camp ahead, the barbarians were directly washed away, revealing a wide avenue.

On its body, the barbarian slowly raised the stone stick in his hand, and golden lights flashed at the top. With the unheard roars, at least one-third of the barbarians had the same golden light flashed on their foreheads. The bones rattled, and the whole person suddenly expanded and rushed up even more fearlessly.

"It seems that after awakening a certain bloodline, it is a totem pole. It is said that each totem pole is the treasure of the barbarians. If you have different abilities, it is a totem pole that is crazy?"

Xiang Yang looked at him curiously, reached out to scan, and several crazy barbarians flew out again.

So far, he only used less than 10% of his power, and basically relied on the lethality of the Ruyi Stick itself. However, even so, under the circumstances just now, he almost died by hitting each other and then dying.

But this time it was different. After the crazy barbarians were knocked away, they just spit out blood and stood up again. Although many of them had broken arms and legs, they died in just one blow.

"Well, scales seem to have grown on this body, and this bloodline seems to be a bit similar to the dragon clan."

Xiang Yang looked at it casually, and added a little bit of strength. The stick shadows in his hand roared up. This time, the wild barbarians were no longer spared. After a "bang bang" sound, there was already blood mist beside him.

"Graku, you Hamda!"

A hundred feet away, the barbarian standing on Ju Meng roared, and the barbarian warriors who were fearless of death retreated one after another, revealing a large open space.

"Yu Na Kav Nibada! Mitusiga Yo Qida!" Ju Meng stopped, and the barbarian stood on it, shouting loudly at Xiang Yang with his hands dancing.

Xiang Yang's heart moved and used Tianyan. This treasure was indeed magical and directly translated the barbarian language.

"Who are you! Why do you have the breath of God!"

Xiang Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the barbarian. He looked at him and thought that he was right. This barbarian really had something to do with the dragon clan. It was probably because of the dragon clan bloodline on his body that he was discovered. If he hadn't taken action directly at the beginning, he might have been fooled, but now

You can try it now

"I am the messenger of God. If you are rude to me, you are rude to God! Why don't you kneel down quickly and welcome God's wrath!"

Following Tianyan's translation, Xiang Yang yelled loudly in the barbarian language. He was a little unfamiliar at first, but later it became smoother and smoother.

The blood-colored dragon pattern appeared on his forehead, and his whole aura suddenly changed. At least one-third of the barbarians who were approaching him had weakened their legs and almost knelt down directly.
Chapter completed!