Extreme martial arts

Chapter 161 The Mutation of the Sacrificial Pagoda
"Fart, you people of the Pseudo-Ancient Clan, if you want to get the pagoda today, you must first step over the corpses of the Houtu people. The people of the Houtu tribe can only die standing up. They have never been wronged and begged for the whole corpse." "The old patriarch Kuishan roared angrily, his body was shaking a little, and then he coughed violently and spit out a mouthful of blood when his face turned red.

"Old man Kuishan, do you still have the strength in your body to make a move? I'm afraid that if we don't need to make a move, you will die first. The soil is buried up to your neck, and you still have such a violent temper." A Martial Emperor sneered.

boom!
A chain of space whizzed out, hitting the sneering Martial Emperor hard in the chest, sending him flying.

"Even if I have exhausted my strength, I still have the strength to deal with you. It is not up to you dogs to criticize me." The space chain in Wu Tu's hand disappeared without a trace, and he scolded coldly, but his expression was also It's a bit ugly, the trick he used earlier made him very uncomfortable.

Qin Ming looked around, there were endless people from the Pseudo-Ancient Clan surrounded on the ground, and fifteen Martial Emperors blocked in the sky, completely cutting off all escape routes, and now Kuishan Wutu was seriously injured and his strength was almost exhausted, thinking It is impossible to break through.

Just now, Wutu used the space chain to attack the Martial Emperor powerhouse. If it was released in the past, the Martial Emperor powerhouse would be seriously injured even if he did not die, and he was bound by the space chain so that he could not move. But now, Wutu's blow It only slightly injured the Martial Emperor powerhouse, even the chest could not be pierced, and the space chain lost its binding power, which shows that Wutu's strength is running out.

"If that's the case, then don't blame me for waiting for the killer." A strong Martial Emperor sternly shouted, his eyes were gloomy, and his momentum soared in an instant.

At the same time, the other fourteen Pseudo-Ancient Martial Emperor powerhouses also erupted with the strongest aura, and the pattern showed a radiance, like fifteen rounds of sun hanging in the sky, surrounding the stone tower.

"Housu, Houtu, Houtu..." the old Kuishan patriarch shouted forcefully with blood dripping from his mouth.

"Houtu, Houtu, Houtu..." The surviving Houtu tribe shouted in unison, and the sound waves swept all directions, filled with infinite sadness.

The Houtu tribe, one of the seven ancient survivors, is about to face annihilation today, and no one can save this ancient tribe.

The powerful forces emitted by the fifteen Martial Emperors in the sky gathered together and sealed the entire sky. Instead of commanding their clansmen to charge forward, they chose the most enjoyable and fastest method of massacre.

The joint attack of the fifteen Martial Emperors was enough to kill all the Houtu tribe below.

Qin Ming was in the crowd, and there were sonorous and powerful but infinitely desolate shouts of "Houtu" echoing in his ears, his blood was boiling, but it was absolutely impossible for him to sit and wait for death.

The blood-colored Qingfeng sword suddenly burst into blood-colored light, rushing forward like a tide of blood, engulfing the nearest dozen or so members of the pseudo-ancient clan.

"Kill." With a roar, Qin Ming rushed out with his sword, even if he was doomed to die, he had to drag a few enemies to be buried with him.

He didn't regret that he chose to stand with Houdobe when he was able to escape. Sometimes people will always do impulsive things. If he hadn't tried to save him in the Forbidden Valley, he would have died long ago. His life It belonged to Litu and others. Living in Houtube these days made him feel harmonious and peaceful, and Houtube had become his second home.

He was able to fight to the death to guard the Qin family back then, but now that the Houtu tribe is being robbed, why can't he fight to the death?
The bloody light bloomed in the crowd, bringing countless blood flowers, causing countless people of the pseudo-ancient tribe to fall, but the tide of pseudo-ancient tribesmen surrounded and killed Qin Ming one by one with persistent weapons.

"Kill." Trying to see Qin Ming fighting in blood, killing all directions, he only felt the blood in his heart be ignited, and he used all his strength to ignite the green light of the Azure Dragon Spear, like a green dragon coming out of a cave, roaring and charging into the crowd of the Puppet Ancient Clan, killing three The people of the pseudo-ancient clan pierced through together.

The monkey can no longer fight at close quarters, and can't rush to kill like Qin Ming tried to do, but he sits on the ground, draws his bow and sets his arrows, and shoots arrows to kill the enemy again and again. His strength has reached the limit, and every time he draws the bow, it is very difficult. After pulling seven arrows, his right hand was cut by the bowstring, but he did not give up, and continued to shoot arrows, the blood had already dyed the bowstring red.

The other Houtu tribes also roared and charged into the crowd. Even if they were besieged by several people, they would desperately slash the enemy, even if it was a knife for a knife and a life for a life.

At this moment, the desperate Houtu tribe broke out with the most valiant combat power. They were like violent beasts that lost their minds. For some members of the Pseudo-Ancient Clan, the stone knives have cut the gap, the stone spears have broken, and the stone swords have also been broken.

Even though their weapons were destroyed, they still did not stop fighting. They punched and kicked against the enemy's weapons. They used their own bones as weapons to kill and injure the enemy, just like a beast biting the enemy. Even if the head was cut off, the mouth would still bite the enemy. , can't shake it off tightly.

Wu Tu's body already had countless holes, and blood gushed out. Watching the bloody battle of his clansmen, his body swayed, and with infinite apology in his eyes, hot tears fell down.

"Haoerlang, everyone in Houtubu is Haoerlang." The old patriarch of Kuishan beat his chest and stamped his feet, watching the bloody battle of the clansmen, one by one fell down, his heart was bleeding, his old body bent down, trembling, and said with a sad smile .

In the sky, the fifteen Martial Emperor powerhouses who were accumulating strength could not help but sneer when they saw the madness of Houtube below.

"Struggling to death, how can they kill twenty people from the Pseudo-Ancient Clan?" A Martial Emperor said disdainfully.

"Let's end it quickly. After all, they killed our own clansmen. If there are too many deaths, it will be bad." A strong Martial Emperor said lightly.

hum!
As soon as the words fell, the fifteen Martial Emperors shot out two beams of light, and the space trembled, shooting towards the left and right, connecting with the other Martial Emperors' lights, and in the blink of an eye, the Martial Emperors in the sky were connected to form a ring.

The power of the fifteen Martial Emperors gathered together through the medium of the halo, and it can be seen that a ball in the sky is condensing and growing, and a violent and powerful terrifying force is blatantly condensed.

Feeling this force, Kui Shan and Wu Tu's faces all darkened. They looked up and showed bitter smiles. Today, it is true that the sky is about to perish, and there is no way to return to heaven!

Once the powerful force constantly gathered in the sky falls, it will kill everyone in Houtube in an instant, even Kuishan and Wutu cannot survive.

Kuishan's heart was bleeding, and his aged body seemed to be about to fall when the wind blows. He suddenly turned around and faced the [-]-meter stone pagoda. It was simple and vigorous, and there were traces of time on it. The tower, the unchanging belief for thousands of years.

"My ancestors, your people are suffering, and you just watched this tribe that worshiped you for thousands of years be slaughtered? Save your people, save my people." The voice of the old patriarch Kuishan Old and miserable, he kept praying, knelt on the ground, kowtowed, his forehead was already cracked, and blood flowed out, staining the ground red.

The old and the weak, women and children also knelt and kowtowed, and the voices of prayer gathered together, which was extremely miserable.

Wu Tu didn't kneel down or pray. Seeing the old patriarch of Kuishan leading the weak clansman to kneel down to worship the stone tower, his eyes were full of guilt. As the guardian of the tribe, he failed to fulfill his duty of protection now.

When feeling guilty, Wutu's eyes searched the crowd, and finally found Qin Ming who was killing in the crowd. The last glimmer of light appeared in his desolate and guilty eyes. Qin Ming was the hope of Houtubu, but he had already reached the end of life and death. At this moment, why hasn't Qin Ming come up with the secret treasure yet? Could it be that he really guessed wrong?
"Don't be my guess wrong, otherwise there is really no hope for the Tube, Qin Ming, since the ancestors let you come to the Tubu, I hope you can also bring a glimmer of hope to the Tubu, you must. "Wu Tu murmured in a low voice.

"Haha..., the Buddha Pagoda will soon be ours. The inheritance of ten thousand years is enough to raise the strength of our clan to a higher level. We also have the hope of becoming the strongest of the Martial Sect!" One of the fifteen Martial Emperors who accumulated strength They laughed loudly and said, in order to avoid future troubles forever and avoid accidents, they want to accumulate their attacks to the maximum and succeed in one fell swoop. Thinking of getting the pagoda, the symbol of the ancient survivors, even their rock-solid state of mind fluctuates.

Suddenly, the whole earth started to vibrate, making a loud rumbling noise, the [-]-meter stone pagoda shook violently, a stream of black air as thick as black ink was released from the pagoda, and a loud Sanskrit sound resounded from the pagoda, full of great righteousness, and The mysterious and monstrous black air is completely opposite, and the lifelike Vientiane map carved on the tower body has also undergone a change at this moment, turning into a phantom and flying away from the tower body, flying around the stone tower continuously.

The sudden scene shocked everyone, and the killing stopped suddenly.

Qin Ming was among the crowd, and when he heard the overwhelming Sanskrit sound, he was as if struck by lightning. This sound was exactly the Sanskrit sound of the six-character mantra!

Looking back, I saw that the situation of the stone pagoda at this moment is exactly the same as that of the black pagoda, the same black energy is surging, and all phenomena are also coming out together.

Between heaven and earth, this [-]-meter stone pagoda, at this moment, seems to penetrate the sky and the earth. Everyone has only this [-]-meter stone pagoda in their eyes.

Just when Qin Ming was surprised, he only felt the black pagoda in his dantian move suddenly, and it flew out of his body. The same black air entwined and issued a melodious Sanskrit sound, and all images flew together, flying towards the stone pagoda.

Soon, the Sanskrit sounds of the six-character mantra overlapped together and turned into a sound. The black tower flew towards the stone tower, and with a flash of black light, it actually sank into the stone tower as if entering water.

Qin Ming was terrified, this stone pagoda is really related to the black pagoda!
"Do it!" The fifteen Martial Emperor powerhouses also looked horrified. They didn't expect that there would be a change in the stone tower. Fearing that something might happen, the fifteen Martial Emperor powerhouses made a decisive decision and released the power accumulated by the fifteen Martial Emperor powerhouses. There was a vast expanse of whiteness, and there was a rumbling loud noise even louder than Lei Yin.

(End of this chapter)