Yuxiang

The clothes of the three people are the same as that of the middle-aged man Murong Xianxian saw, also in snow-white robes, sitting in the middle is a bald old man, on his left is an old man with white beard and white hair, and on the right is an old man of slightly older age. Young gray-haired old men, these three people are currently the current leaders of the Hades tribe.

"Uska,"

The bald old man looked at the gray-haired old man: "Have all the hunting teams returned?"

"Most are back."

The gray-haired old man responded, "But Lal and Faga didn't come back. They went to patrol the banks of the River Styx."

He paused slightly, looked up at the bald old man: "Russell, why can't those blasphemers be killed?"

The bald old man sighed faintly: "Thousands of years have passed, the gods who left have never returned, and the dead and sleeping gods have no signs of resurrection. We, the descendants of gods, have been waiting for us from generation to generation. When will it be?" end?"

"Russell..."

The gray-haired old man became a little anxious, and turned to the old man on the left: "Seganel, this is..."

"Listen to Russell." The old man motioned him to continue listening to Russell.

"Maybe we need another chance."

Russell continued, "Since we can't do it, why not let those foreign blasphemers do it? Perhaps their power is needed to stimulate the resurrection of the ancestors."

"But what if they succeed?" Uska asked worriedly.

"If it was so easy to succeed, we have already succeeded for thousands of years. As long as we can ignite the fire of the nine main temples, the gods will wake up, and the god of the underworld will also be resurrected! At that time, we can return Spread the glory of God in the outside world again!" Russell's face was flushed, and he already felt a bit of a demon, but in the eyes of the other two, this was a normal reaction of fanatics.

"Russell, what about the blasphemers we captured?" Uska asked.

"Those people... It seems that their strength is only average. When Lal comes back, let the God Warriors judge them." Russell said, twirling his beard.

The other two also nodded slightly, agreeing to his suggestion.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps, followed by a shirtless young soldier running in: "Elder, elder, there are blasphemers..."

"Januel, speak slowly." Seganel said kindly.

The young man adjusted his breathing, pointed outside and said, "Outside there is a blasphemer riding clouds and mist..."

This young man named Yanur is a tribal warrior. He is on duty today. Just 3 minutes ago, a cloud of mist suddenly crossed the tribal wall and entered the square in front of the temple.After the cloud cleared, the warriors of the tribe stood there now, a black-haired girl in a strange costume, similar to the costume of the blasphemer they had captured before.

"Trash! How can you let her enter the vicinity of the temple?!" Uska was furious, and kicked Yanur to the ground.

"Elder, after entering the cloud and mist, we can't see clearly inside. Our soldiers were all killed by her." Yanuer got up quickly and reported with his head bowed.

"Uska, let's go and have a look." Russell stopped Uska from getting angry, and the three of them turned into three gusts of wind and left Fangyin in an instant.

"Go away! Let your elders come over!"

With a light wave of Murong Xianxian's hand, a powerful Egyptian warrior seemed to be slapped by an invisible big hand, flew out with baring teeth and claws, and fell to the ground struggling to get up.There are nearly a hundred soldiers lying there around him. The bones and joints of these people are just like his. They were shot apart. Although they won't be disabled, they can't move for a while... Fortunately, as long as they don't move, they won't Pain, it depends on how they choose.

There is a row of low buildings on the right side of the square. Six or seven people were locked in one of the rooms, including Asians of yellow race and Europeans of white race. Their clothes were similar to those of Murong Xianxian. If Murong Xianxian Seeing it, she would definitely recognize these people as the archaeological team members who entered this world with her, but she had never seen the three tall and burly Caucasians among them.

"Kuroda-kun, how is your injury?" Yagyu Kazuo asked in a low voice.He looked a little embarrassed, his face was ashen, and there was still a pool of dried blood on his chest.

Kuroda Yongkichi who was questioned by him was even more miserable than him... Kuroda Yongkichi had a broken arm, his face was almost dead, and the wound was only hastily bandaged.The other two Asians are female and are also members of the Japanese archaeological team. One is in his thirties, named Ryoko Yoneya, and works at the Japanese embassy; the other is in his twenties, named Mito Masa. A doctor who specializes in the study of Egyptian civilization experts.

The three Caucasians are from Russia, one is Sergey, the other is Andrei, and the other is Ivan. They were all captured by the priests of the Underworld tribe and have been locked up here for two days. up.

Hearing Kazuo Yagyu's inquiry, Kuroda Yongkichi slowly opened his eyes, with a somewhat terrifying smile on his face: "Yaugyu-kun, I can't die, what's going on outside?"

"It seems to be fighting." Kazuo Yagyu said casually.Although these buildings were low, the windows were taller than the prisoners. They didn't care when they heard that both sides of the fight outside were speaking Egyptian.

"This, this may be... our chance to escape." Kuroda Yongkichi said.

"It's useless."

Kazuo Yagyu smiled bitterly, "Our injuries are not healed, and our strength has been sealed. We are worse than ordinary people. How can we escape?"

"But,"

Kuroda Yongkichi was about to speak, when he suddenly heard someone talking outside, with a puzzled look on his face: "Yagyu-kun, do you feel that the voice that spoke just now is a bit familiar?"

Familiar?

Kazuo Yagyu was a little puzzled, but he knew that Kuroda Yongkichi must have discovered something, so he also pricked up his ears and listened.

In the square, Murong Xianxian didn't rush into the temple right away. The temple in front of him should be a temple for tribal sacrifices.Outside the temple, there were dozens of Egyptian warriors with scimitars straddling their waists. They did not join the battle, but Murong Xianxian had no doubt that as long as she stepped on the steps of the temple, those warriors would definitely attack, and these The fighters guarding the temple are not ordinary tribal fighters, and their strength is definitely different.

However, from the shots of those fighters just now, it can be seen that their fighting skills are closer to Wu Wu, that is, they have just entered the realm of Wu Wu.As for the warriors guarding the temple, their cultivation base should be between intermediate Wuwu and high-level Wuwu.Just now, more than a dozen powerful priests have been beaten to the ground by her, which is one of the reasons why those temple warriors are afraid.

"stop!"

After Murong Xianxian knocked another tribal fighter into the air, there was a loud shout in the air. Although the wind suddenly rose and fell, three figures landed in front of those tribal fighters, and cheers erupted in the square immediately.

"You are the three elders of the Underworld tribe?" Murong Xianxian looked at these three people, comparing with the image read from the memory of the middle-aged man named Lal.

"The blasphemer, how do you know us?" Russell had a bad feeling. He knew that these blasphemers not only came from the outside world, but also didn't know the language here, let alone the situation of the tribe. The only The reason is that she knew it from the population of the tribe. Could it be that someone betrayed the tribe?

"It does not matter."

Murong Xianxian evaded the other party's question: "I heard that some items in your temple are very helpful for studying the secrets of the temple of the underworld, can you lend me a look?"

"How do you know?" Russell asked sharply, and the expressions of Seganel and Uska immediately changed.This news is very secret, and only some high-level personnel in the tribe know... Some high-level personnel must have fallen into the hands of the other party.

"God blasphemer, you can't run away!" Uska strode forward, as if worried that she would run away.

"Old guy, with your strength alone, I don't need to run away!" Murong Xianxian said disdainfully.

The witch power in her body had already been mobilized, forming a set of armor on the surface... Of course, she didn't think that the other party would actually tell her the secret.The guy named Lal launched a pack of wolves to attack them, and Murong Xianxian thought that he had enough reasons to collect debts.

"Uska, take her down!" Russell ordered with a gloomy face.

"come on!"

Uska roared, and the wind and sand in the square suddenly condensed into a huge earthen palm and grabbed Murong Xianxian.

"Look at the fist!"

Murong Xianxian shouted loudly and struck straight with his fists. Every time he punched, a dark green shadow of a fist would strike at the giant palm. Make the sky full of dust.

With one punch in hand, Murong Xianxian didn't stop, but raised his hand again and punched again, the surging bluish blue witch power turned into a huge bluish green wood, and ruthlessly hit Uska on the opposite side, The entire space was ground into cracks.

"Break it for me!"

Uska was also very brave, he didn't retreat but advanced, he punched out, and collided with Murong Xianxian's witchcraft... This punch actually smashed the giant blue tree to pieces.In the space, the giant cyan wood continued to crack and slowly dissipate.And Uska immediately passed through the blue fragments that had not completely dissipated, and punched Murong Xianxian down again.

Judging from the situation, it seems that it is not to arrest her, but to blow Murong Xianxian's head off.

Introduction to "Nirvana at the End of the World" (plot unfold):

Life always finds a way...

In the history of the earth, the extinction of the dinosaurs, the battle of the Conferred Gods, the fall of the Olympic gods... Behind every mysterious legend, there is a terrifying figure-the doomsday!

In the precarious time, Xiao Yuxin had the honor to lead her team to usher in a new round of Nirvana for life on earth.