Beseech The Devil

.Land of Shamans, sky, is not very far from the Sky Mist barrier. It belongs to the edge of the Land of Shamans. It is full of blood and the wind blows from the heavens and the earth. It is also difficult to blow away the taste of this blood.

    A golden Great Roc with a size of a thousand feet floats on the sky, and hundreds of Furocious Beast crouch around it, waiting for the Golden Roc.

    Golden Roc closed his eyes, and on his back, there was also an old man with closed eyes, sitting cross-legged, a purple coat in the wind, such as dyed dry blood.

    Tian Xie Zi is here, has been waiting for a day and a half, he will wait another day and a half, waiting for his fourth disciple, Su Ming's return.

    This is a trial, and he is a test for Su Ming's.

    "The first Heart Transformation, whether you have spent it or not, you are still my disciple. As long as you are alive, one day, you will come to spend Heart Transformation.

    However,The battle of Sky Mist Shaman Hunt, often the survivors go, the souls are gone…"Tian Xie Zi murmured and opened his eyes.

    "I don't worry about your Heart Transformation. I don't know what you have experienced, but this is the first Heart Transformation, I have confidence in you…Especially after seeing him a rumor, in your heart, there should be relief.

    What I am worried about is…Although your character is not hot, but it does not belong to Southern Dawn, the understanding of Shaman Clan hatred is not enough, there will be some…Soft heart. ”Tian Xie Zi both eyes are not ferocious, but calm.

    Looking into the distance, watching silently.

    If along the eyes of Tian Xie Zi, under the endless stretch, a day and a half away from here, there is a hill in the endless jungle of the earth.

    Su Ming stood on the hill. He didn't look back and looked at the boy not far from the mountain behind him. This boy is like the child of Blood Condensation II Third Rank in his tribe. Although it is also Shaman Clan, Su Ming can't get rid of it. .

    In the silence, Su Ming's chest came with a sharp pain, and the blood was still infiltrating, and the nail knife penetrated. Su Ming has brought a certain injury.

    If it wasn't for him to avoid it, the knife would pierce his heart.

    Remove the nail knife. Su Ming is leaving the hill at the same time. His left hand was lifted up and pale to the face. It seems that at this moment, I woke up from the panic. The teenager who turned and ran quickly and went away.

    As soon as the wind whistle, I caught up with the running teenager, and suddenly fell into the moment of his body. Suddenly it was divided into two strands, one slanting toward the big tree on the side, one opened a big mouth, in this boy Not only did he notice the violent rushing out of a green viper. The head of the snake was blasted directly and fell to the ground.

    The other finger wind fell on the boy. The young man trembled and fell to the ground, eyes closed and passed out.

    This kind of manipulation that causes the wind to split, only Awakened Minute Subtlety can do it, and Su Ming's Minute Subtlety has reached an extremely subtle level.

    "I can't kill you, but I can't let you go back and expose my whereabouts."Su Ming swayed and left the hill, heading straight for the road.

    This road has been chased and killed. It took more than a day. At the end of the day, Su Ming did not rest in the same place, but used the fastest speed to go back within three days according to the three days said by the teacher.

    In this strange earth, Su Ming is extremely cautious in the crisis of Shaman Clan. He knows that the boy should be killed, but he…Still chose to let it stun.

    As Su Ming's went away, after half a column of incense, the boy suddenly trembled, as if there was a strange power coming out of nowhere, letting him wake up in advance!

    The boy slammed his eyes open. He first touched his body and found that he had no injuries. He saw the poisonous snake that had lost his head. He had a short meal.

    But this short period of time quickly dissipated. The boy looked at the hill, and his tender face was no longer sluggish, but was replaced by a ferocity and hatred.

    He quickly climbed up, started all the speed, and ran to the place where his tribe was. He ran all the way. He didn't stop, but he was running. He bit his tongue and spewed a blood. The eyes eyes closed quickly. When he opened it, the blood that was sprayed by him immediately turned into a bloody bird.

    The bird flapped its wings and went straight to the distance at an alarming speed.

    After half an hour, not far from here, the trees in the jungle were cut down and built into a stockade. The silt on the ground was filled, and the hou was solid. Even in the distance, there were large areas of land that were planted. It seems to be able to eat.

    Inside the stockade, there were bursts of laughter and laughter. Some of Shaman Clan’s big men were seen around, and they were full of spurs and patrols, but when they saw the red birds that suddenly flew in the jungle, they were one by one. Immediately the look has changed.

    The red bird went straight to the stockade and rushed into it, and plunged into a house in the stockade.

    The House legged sitting an old man, this old man's bust * *, the waist has beast skin wrap, a small tripod in front of the body, there are some weeds in the burning no burning, scattered out bursts of threads of smoke, those threads of smoke in the old eyes closed Under the Qiqiao, he was inhaled into his veins, then released from the body's sweat pores, creating a distorted sense of obscurity.

    Behind him, there are two young girls from Shaman Clan, who look very beautiful, squatting sideways, holding a large leaf fan in their hands, gently fanning.

    The wind that was fanning out was very slight, unable to blow the threads of smoke, and the whole room was silent.

    But when the red bird rushed into the moment, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and in his booth eyes, there were four pupils!

    At the moment when the old man opened, the red bird flew immediately and landed in front of him. The slamming voice turned into a bloody fog, and the old man inhaled it within seven miles, and his eyes immediately flashed. A picture appeared in front of his eyes, let him see everything clearly.

    "Barbarian Clan…"The old man’s face showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile. It was deep in the tongue and licked his mouth. When his tongue came out, if anyone with Barbarian Clan saw it, he would be shocked. The old man’s tongue is obviously longer than usual. The person, like a snake, seems to be able to get his hair.

    In the bloodthirsty and greasy smile, the old man stood up and walked out of the house where he was, extended his arms and gave a low voice to his tribe.

    In its snoring, the entire tribe immediately quieted down, and all of them stared at the old man.

    "You, smell it!!"

    The old man's words are hoarse, but there is a gloomy.

    "That is the taste of Barbarian Clan, the taste, the sweetness of the blood of Barbarian Clan…Barbarian Clan In the jungle where our lizard survives, he steps on our earth and he kills Shaman Clan's warriors!

    He disturbed the lizard in the jungle!

    Kill him, take off his head, hang outside our tribe, dig out his heart, squeeze out the blood of his heart, that is the blood drink of the strong!

    Kill him and put his teeth on our necks as our spoils! ”With the words of the old man, after a brief silence, the whole tribe screamed insanely.

    The snoring came from every Shamancraft Cultivator in the tribe, and even from the children, the women, the faces of the old people, they could see a fierceness.

    The old man stepped forward and turned into a Changhong rushing out of the tribe. After that, nearly 20 figures followed and galloped to the jungle outside the stockade, and quickly went.

    After leaving the stockade, they split into two ways. The old man led a few people and went straight to the sky. The rest, in the jungle, searched for the clues in the search techniques taught by their ancestors.

    Su Ming shuttled through the jungle. He was very fast. He didn't stop at all. His chest was no longer infiltrated with blood, but the pain in it was more and more serious.

    Su Ming had thought about flying, but the idea was dismissed when he first appeared. One and a half days, if flying, it would be inevitable to meet Shaman Clan, in this strange Land of Shamans, this practice, For him at this moment, it is unwise.

    Compared with sky, this jungle is more suitable for Su Ming's walking.

    During the gallop, time passed slowly. When the night of the next day came, Su Ming sat cross-legged on a big tree and breathed gently.

    "According to the distance, you can return to the Master when you are tomorrow night…"Su Ming touched the mouth, the right eye was bloody, he had not suffered such a long time, this time Shaman Clan trip, Su Ming saw the strangeness of Shaman Clan.

    For him, it can be said that in the battle of Sky Mist Shaman Hunt in the next few months, it can play a great role, because such a single person in the Land of Shamans witch hunting experience, not everyone can have.

    Breathing the air that belongs to this Shaman Clan in the jungle, Su Ming just came to the feeling of depression of this earth, and it seems to have dissipated a lot.

    "did not expect……Master has the Saint Beast of Shaman Clan! Although I don't know what Saint Beast is, I can only let the Spirit Medium collapse, and the Si Chen will be seriously injured and the other Shaman Clan around him will die.

    This power…"Su Ming breathes deeply, he thought of what he had seen, the other is Saint Beast!

    The clouds in the memory roll, scrolling like black mist, filled with a huge body of thousands of miles, the existence of a huge body of the ultimate Fish.

    There is also a girl standing on the Autumn Fish.

    "Senior Uncle Bai…Can you fight this Saint Beast? ! ! ”Su Ming was shocked, and as he became more and more aware, he had new speculations about Senior Uncle Bai's Culture.

    Just as Su Ming was immersed in the thoughts of Master and Senior Uncle Bai, immersed in the powerful shock to Shaman Clan Saint Beast, his booth eyes suddenly dignified, right eye bloody glow flashing flashes, the whole body Such as a straight bowstring, one step out of the big tree.

    In Su Ming's Divine Consciousness, he clearly saw that within his three hundred feet, there were more than a dozen Shaman Clan figures, with awkward cruelty, with a thrilling bloodthirsty, surrounded by him. The momentum is coming.

    In the moment of seeing these people of Shaman Clan, the first picture that appeared in Su Ming's brain was the boy who was knocked out by his finger! (To be continued ……