Locust

Chapter 228 Totem Start
On the Tierong Snowfield.

A huge migration team, pulled into a long dragon, is moving forward slowly.

More than 100 tribal warriors in the periphery and cavalry guards composed of more than 3000 Dongta teenagers are responsible for protecting the safety of the team and eliminating monsters along the way.

If there is a tyrannical monster that cannot be dealt with, five tribe elders will take action.

These five elders are all more than 100 years old. Although their hair is gray, their muscles are bulging.

Taoist Tongtian stayed in the bullock cart with peace of mind, teaching Tie Zhe.

There are eight Jianjijian oxen pulling the cart, and the white-roofed tent inside the oxcart is as stable as flat ground.

bang bang bang!bang bang...

Tie Zhe's bow and horse's waist and hips were united, standing on the ground like an elephant, punching like a dragon, the skin all over his body was slightly red, and he was steaming.

During the changes in his fists, it seems that there are countless sharp blades hidden, tearing the air, full of lethality.

"The human body is a small world, and everything is incomparable."

Daoist Tongtian holds an ancient bark book in his hand, and uses it with one mind, reading the book and teaching Tie Zhe at the same time.

"My set of Ten Thousand Blade Fist is different from the traditional martial arts on Tie Rong Xueyuan. In addition to the external fists and feet, it pays more attention to the inner strength, nourishes the essence, blood and body, and has incredible power."

This set of Ten Thousand Blade Fist is exactly the unique martial art he created after mastering Tie Rong's martial arts in the ancient blood talisman book. Its level of sophistication is much higher than Tie Rong's traditional martial arts.

Tie Zhe had a resolute face, and his eyes were slightly bleeding. He had been practicing Wanren Fist without sleep or food for a month.

His Aye stayed in East Tower City, and most of them died in battle. Although this is the glory of the Iron Rong people, he is still very sad. He can only turn his grief and anger into punches and kicks... …

Sudden.

Taoist Tongtian's complexion changed, and he concentrated his mind on the Tongtian gourd.

On Luopo Lake, where the totem blood oath was originally sealed, suddenly a group of golden incantations appeared, shaped like a stick figure, exuding extremely strong incense power and a special kingly power.

It is the totem of the king promised by Tie Mu.

It seems that the original owner is dead, and this thing obeyed the totem blood oath and appeared here.

Bo Xun's magic flower shook slightly, and 99 roots danced, and they jumped on it directly, piercing the roots deeply.

The king totem tried its best to resist, but in this desolate lake, it could only be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, and its resistance was extremely limited.

A stream of information flooded into Taoist Tongtian's mind.

"It turns out that this is how the king's totem came about."

The Tierong people were prosperous tens of thousands of years ago, with a population of over [-] million, and they respected a Tierong king as the co-lord of the tribe.

When the Iron Rong King passed on to the ninth generation, the hearts of the Iron Rong barbarians became attached, and the will of all living beings changed qualitatively from the quantitative change, and the will of all living beings independently gave birth to the King Totem of the Iron Rong.

And after that, King Dachang rose to conquer the world, and the Tierong people, who were prosperous for a while, also disappeared without a trace as a slightly bigger wave in the rolling historical tide.

The original version of the king's totem has also become the raw material for refining the wish power pill in Dachang Academy.

However, this thing is the product of a family's luck. Every once in a while, it will appear on the Tierong people who have the qualifications of kings. The monks of Dachang Academy will also appear in due course just like harvesting medicinal materials.

Now, this king totem has been harvested many times by the monks of Dachang Academy, and it is already weak. It can only make a martial arts master possess the combat power of the Nascent Soul realm.

Daoist Tongtian is not a real Tierong man, so this king totem will naturally not accept him.

However, in the Tongtian Gourd, this weak king totem can only be manipulated, all the foundations are exposed, and even self-destruction cannot be achieved.

Taoist Tongtian is thinking.

His purpose in coming to Dachang World was to assist Pei Yu in conquering this world and gaining the final victory in the trial of ascension to the throne.

Now they were attacked by the eldest prince, he lost contact with Pei Yu and others, the situation is not optimistic.

Already in a weak position, Pei Yu should not dare to act publically now, perhaps hiding behind the scenes, secretly cultivating influence in a certain city of the Dachang Dynasty.

Going to join him now would not be of much use.

Since he obtained this king totem by chance, why not support the rise of the Iron Rong barbarians as a pawn to stir up the situation of the Dachang Dynasty.

The attention of the eldest prince and others were all focused on the Dachang Dynasty, and they never expected that he would deploy on the Tierong Plain.

Daoist Tongtian sighed in his heart: The Tierong people are brave and warlike, and have an unyielding spirit. Such a nation with high spirits and spirits, as long as it has the correct guidance, it will surely rise rapidly.

……

"Whizzing……"

Four escaping lights swept across the sky above Tie Rong Snowfield.

Soon, they discovered the migrating Dongta tribe.

Those who came were the four monks from Dachang Academy, all of them were Daoist Jiedan.

A few people are communicating with their spiritual consciousness through sound transmission:

"Sure enough, these thieves are planning to flee north."

"Hehehe, what's the use of escaping with the speed of this turtle crawling?"

"After Tie Mu's death, no king totem was found on his body, so it must have been transferred to someone in the tribe."

"The two white-roofed tented ox carts are in the middle, they must be the carriages on which the nobles from the East Pagoda ride, and that thing should be inside."

A middle-aged monk with a stern face said coldly: "Several juniors, make a quick decision, kill them directly, and get back the treasure."

"Yes, Senior Brother." The other three responded in unison.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Two long iron locks pierced through the air and fell quickly, binding the two ox carts in an instant.

With a sudden pull of the iron lock, the two ox carts were lifted off the ground.

"Moo moo..."

"Moo moo..."

The sixteen Foundation Establishment Cattle screamed loudly and pawed the ground frantically, but they couldn't stop their bodies from rising from the ground.

"Boom!" The roof of one of the bullock carts exploded, and five muscular old men stood on the ground, each holding a link of the iron chain with ten big hands.

The five people worked together to stop the upward trend of the bullock cart.

Sudden.

"Swish, swish..." In the sky, a series of meteors rained down.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The migrating troops turned their backs on their backs, causing many casualties.

The white-roofed tent oxcart guarded by the five East Pagoda elders had been blown up, and the eight Foundation Establishment Cattle were unintentionally spared.

"Damn it! Come on, join forces and tear down the monk from the sky."

The five East Pagoda elders all had grandmaster-level martial arts, and only suffered minor injuries.

But when they saw the casualties of the surrounding tribes, their ferocity had been aroused, and they vowed to tear down the monks in the sky and kill them.

The five of them worked together, their energy was billowing like wolf smoke, and the iron chain of a magic weapon was stretched so tightly that it actually fell down quickly under the pull of this supreme force.

on the sky.

"These five old men have great strength." A monk blushed.

He held the magic weapon iron chain tightly with two big hands, his veins bulged, his mana was consumed rapidly, and he couldn't stop his falling body.

Seeing that his companion's situation was not good, another monk directly sacrificed a flying sword.

"It's actually five martial arts masters. Their physical bodies and martial arts golden elixirs are enough to refine a furnace of high-quality medicine. I'll go and get them..."

As soon as the voice dared to fall, he turned into a sword light and directly killed the general.

Suddenly, the sword in mid-air paused, and shot directly at another white tented ox cart.

"Heh...there is a barbarian master here?"

……

"Moo moo moo..." The eight healthy bulls all kicked with their hooves in the air, panicked.

This white-top tented ox cart was flying towards the cultivator in the sky.

Taoist Tongtian stood on the top of the tent with his hands behind his back, while Tie Zhe was left in the car by him.

"Barbarian, die!" The sword light in mid-air surged several feet, and slashed towards Taoist Tongtian.

The Martial Dao Grandmaster has a Martial Dao Golden Elixir in his body, which is comparable to a real person who has formed an alchemy, this is only in relative terms.Its real combat power is far inferior to that of monks of the same level who have magic weapons and spells.

In the opinion of the monk who drove the sword glow, this sword was enough to kill the barbarian on the roof of the car.

But the barbarian didn't panic, he bowed his horse's waist and hips together, and slowly punched out.

Hehe..., a barbarian is a barbarian, without a brain, do you really think that the physical body of a martial arts master can beat the magic weapon of the real person Jiedan?

however.

The Manzi's fist intersected with the sword light.

"Bang!" There was a sound of gold and iron, and the sword light stopped immediately, revealing a monk holding a sword.

"What..." The monk turned pale with shock.

In the future, before he had time to think about why this savage could catch his sword, he could feel his magic sword whine...

……

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of

"Kachacha..." The blade tornado was like a meat grinder, directly rolling the monk into a puddle of minced meat.

"Hey!" sounded.

A perfectly round golden elixir escaped, wrapping up the magic weapon Changfei Sword and was about to escape.

This cultivator was already terrified, he couldn't even take a single move from this weird barbarian, how dare he stay any longer?

"If you want to leave, have you asked me?"

Daoist Tongtian waved his hand lightly, and a gloomy divine light instantly hit the golden core and the flying sword, bringing them back at the same time...

……

"How is this going?"

The other three monks in the air were horrified.

The sword-wielding cultivator just now is a sword cultivator, with a late-stage cultivation of alchemy, how could he not be able to receive a punch from a martial arts master?Even Jin Dan couldn't escape, and suddenly fell into his hands...

This is definitely not the method that a martial arts master should have...

"Senior brother... that barbarian, ran up!"

"Run up?" The stern middle-aged monk came back to his senses and took a closer look.

I saw that "Iron Rong Man" running fast on the iron lock, and was killing the three of them at a high speed.

The middle-aged monk's complexion changed, and he shouted: "What are you panicking about? Take the dragon locks away, and let's work together to strangle this barbarian..."

……

"Whizzing!"

The two iron locks in the sky were suddenly loosened, and they merged into one, killing the "Master Barbarian" hanging in the air...

At this time, Daoist Tongtian has climbed to a certain height, surrounded by clouds...

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

(End of this chapter)