Arad's unruly savior

The ancient capital of Talma, which suddenly appeared in the world, is magnificent, with scattered buildings, and is located in the desert. There are no terrain barriers in all directions, and you can drive straight in.

Some of the powerful and fast Ghost Shadow Clan smartly ran a long circle, bypassing the area where the fighting was most intense, and rushed into the ancient city from all directions, but all of them were covered in blood, and they were all killed by the army. Come out vicious.

The iron hooves broke through the bustling and majestic palace, and the fighting spirit shattered the towering city towers. Prosperity seems to be just a misty cloud. The red-eyed ghosts and shadows have no idea of ​​​​protecting the ancient civilization of Talma, and frantically searched for it in the city. Secret techniques, weapons, natural materials and earthly treasures.

As for the curator who has always valued knowledge and likes to study ancient culture, seeing the barbaric and aggressive scene was so distressed that he almost shed tears. These guys are rude savages, a group of fearless robbers.

In a certain direction, Sophie took the lead and suppressed her strength to the level of legend, giving the Ghost Shadow Clan a feeling that this gatekeeper is very strong, but it is not impossible to win.

Astra, who was ordered to ban fighting, was itchy all over her body, and rolled a few laps in the cold desert. The sand was cooler at night to suppress her boiling and warlike dragon blood.

After being pinched by Hiate and shaking her neck a few times, she calmed down~
"Woman, you are very nice, I like you very much." A strong ghost of the ghost clan spoke to Sophie with a rough voice. He was as tall as a giant elephant, and he used a blunt-edged giant knife as a weapon.

Executioner Astanza, he is one of Aiken's top powerhouses, "Sasha of Mercy", a capable general. His confidant is important, and it is said that his high-level combat power is enough to be called a powerful one.

Astanza's most feared hobby is that whenever he executes an enemy, he likes to use a knife with a deliberately blunt edge, so as to ensure that the bone will be chopped into pieces without dying on the spot, leaving a large piece of blood and blood.

Azzatan enjoys torturing his enemies very much. The painful wailing is the beautiful music in his ears, and the smashed bones and blood mud are his intoxicating food.

Now he likes Sophie very much, not only is she strong enough, but also has good horns on the top of her head and beautiful wings. Apart from her short stature and inconspicuous muscles, there are no major shortcomings. He Aszatan likes such violence woman.

"You, like me?" Sophie was weird, wiped the blood on her body, her dragon eyes were cold.

Being liked by others should be something to be happy about, but for Sophie, it is absolutely impossible, because the insignificant and lowly creature dares to offend her, despise her majesty, and use dirty thoughts to fantasize about Possess the noble and terrifying primordial dragon.

In layman's terms, a toad wants to eat swan meat.

Moreover, if the sugarcane was not strong enough, she would have already cut off several knots by her.

"I will kill the ghost fighters from other tribes in the blood moon tonight to break through to a higher realm and step into the original realm, so submit to me. It's your honor to see you." Ah Sizatan raised his huge war blade, and behind him were thousands of followers of fighting ghosts, that is, the ghost clan who practiced fighting qi.

Fighting ghosts is a derogatory term, generally only used to refer to slaves.

"Say, surrender..." Sophie was slightly stunned. She hadn't heard anyone dare to say this word to her for a long time.

The bright red and tyrannical dragon blade emerged, and changed into a long-bladed war spear according to Sophie's will, leaping into the air, slashing at the head, opening up the world.

"Ant, give me death!"

boom!
Sheng Lie's incomparable dragon's blood boiled, illuminating one part of the sky, and Sophie struck with anger, her eyes were fierce, splitting the earth for hundreds of miles, the fissure was deep, and yellow sand filled the sky.

The deep cracks in the ground forced the Aiken tribe to rein in their horses and take a detour. They were horrified by Sophie's blow. Aszatan and his fighting ghost evaporated completely under the blow, leaving no grudge behind. .

When did Aiken have limited resources, and there was another powerful tribal leader.

Sophie still restrained her own strength very well, maintaining it at around the middle level of the origin, which is the level of the patriarch of the planet Aiken.

After all, she is pretending to be a ghost clan. Mei Weisi also deliberately reminded before that the lady in the black dress really dislikes "mechanical descendants", that is, sudden and excessive variables that affect regular wars and disturb those established wars. death.

"It's not fun, let's go, I still have to find a reason to pinch Yelin." Sophie sighed, her interest faded.

Deliberately suppressing the battle of one's own realm is like eating barbecue without cumin and salt. It's not impossible to eat, but it just lacks the right taste.

It's like when he was fighting with the sugarcane bed, he would always spend more time with his sister, and if he said anything about being with her, his back would hurt, so take a rest.

On the other hand, the "Yasha" disguised by Xiaosu and Youxia are also regarded as the guardians of the ancient ruins. They were born and raised in that ghost place in the Demon World. The environment there is worse than that of Aiken, so they are not Mercy.

But in the torrent of thousands of troops, they are just a few insignificant waves. Many pavilions and pavilions have collapsed and exploded.

There are some books in some attics, precious ancient historical materials, which were turned into fragments and fly ash by the strong wind swept away by the strong.

The curator, who was always gentle and kind, couldn't bear it any longer, and fought off some ghosts and shadow tribes, and snatched back a few books.

In the tallest palace, a central altar densely packed with runes, sits an old man dressed in coarse linen. He has white beard and hair, double horns on his head, and bony spurs protruding into the sky on his arms and shoulders. It means to use the body as a sword.

At the same time, there was a rusty sword stuck in the heart of his chest, piercing back and forth, the tip of the sword was corroded, and the blade was blunt.

"He's already dead, but his obsession is immortal. It's like turning into a ghost, wandering around in the world." Meiweisi said, judging the time of death of the other party, at least thousands of years ago.

The other party should be the peak powerhouse named "Talma" empire, and also the glory of an era, a half-step transcendent existence.

However, no one knows Aiken, and there is no written record about him.

There are some terrible traps left in the ancient king's capital. A huge peak echoes the blood moon, and thousands of bright sword qi burst out, tearing the ground full of blood.

"The moonlight secret technique of the Tao family?!" Yassin was shocked. The foundation of the Tao family's dominance of the world, one hundred secret moonlight sword techniques, are actually recorded here.

Yassin was startled, and he must not let the hostile tribe take it away.

In the other direction, a streak of crimson blood rushed to the sky, with a strong and powerful aura, the ghosts and shadows nearby were all crushed into bloody mud, and at the same time Wuzhu's battle energy gathered into a ball of light and exploded again.

"Ghost King Drazen's secret method of fighting qi for the ghost king actually exists!"

Some ghosts shouted in surprise. At the same time, Sasha of Mercy's secret technique of domination also shined. Many ghosts' simple heads began to be confused, and the same tribe began to kill each other.

In Aiken's thousands of years of ancient civilization history, there are too many precious things left in the past, dating, annihilated, and future generations don't know it.

Casillas and Soderos, the second batch of strong men who arrived at the ancient altar, nodded to Yelin, long time no see.

"The death-defying sword intent on him is what we lack, an opportunity." Casillas drank heavily and said in a low voice: "It is undeniable that after admitting defeat for the first time, I had a psychological fear of Kahn , I need this sword intent to break through."

The world has changed, and the world has changed. Kahn, the first apostle who used to oppress the demon world, is no longer their eternal enemy.

The violent search and arrest team has been disbanded and reorganized. The moderates and hardliners are all yesterday's flowers. Kahn also left the parallel dimension.

But the long-standing obsession, the belief that Kahn was an enemy that must be killed, had long since solidified into a towering mountain in their minds, and then became an immortal demon in their hearts!

If they don't swing their swords at Kahn again, the two of them will be left with eternal unwillingness in their lives, and it will be difficult to break through. Even if they die, they won't sleep a wink.

There must be a war, it cannot be avoided.

The old and slender old man opened his eyes, slightly cloudy but calm, ignored the people nearby, and sighed to himself: "In the end, nothing has changed, and the passage of time has not been able to erase the sins of the Ghost Shadow Clan."

"Sin? Old man, your mysterious tone reminds me of a woman who is not very pleasing." Casillas frowned, and Ye Lin mentioned that he wanted to restore a piece of his lost memory.

The person who performed the knife seems to be Herder. Is this thing reliable? Why does it feel weird?

"The sin you mentioned is the most widely spread cultivation faction of the Ghost Shadow Clan, grudge...is it?" Ye Lin asked, continuing to test his guess.

"No, the cultivation method of vindictiveness is just a key, a key to open the box of disaster. The real sin is the greed of the Ghost Shadow Clan."