Beseech The Devil

    When rumbled reverberates and gradually dissipates, the black clouds on the sky are no longer, and the scattered mists are scattered in all directions. The hundreds of people of Bat Saint Clan are only less than one hundred at the moment. Go back on this sky. //

    A lot of flesh and blood filled the air, Shaman Clan's bow and the death of the Death Qi, can be said to be the ultimate strength of Shaman Clan, it is also relying on this power, they can persist here for fifteen years!

    But the cost of this power is also great. The bow can only be used once. It is not that the Magical Treasure is invalid. It is not a Battle Shaman. It can be pulled twice in a short time. !

    Every time they are pulled apart, they are actually at the expense of their bones and muscles. After they need to be healed, they will play an important role in the next battle.

    As for the Death Qi impact of the animal bone altar, this kind of power is not artificially accumulated. It takes time to pass. In the past ten years, Nangong Hen has only accumulated five episodes.

    Almost every three years, it can be condensed once, but now there is still one, but it is still a long time from the next three years.

    "Send a…··············································································································· The same half are on the ground.

    Almost as they were kneeling, all the Shaman Clans in the mountain valley were silent and sorrowful. They bowed to the twenty tribesmen of Shaman Clan.

    These twenty tribesmen are all old people. Their bodies are slowly flying up and heading towards the light curtain. Their faces are filled with emotions and smiles. Their feelings are their own destiny. The smile is when they look at the tribesmen.

    They are willing to become sacrifices, because they know that they will not live for a long time. If their death can be exchanged for tribesmen for a period of peace, then their death, they have their place.

    Under the sorrow and sorrow of all Shaman Clan people, these more than 20 old people penetrated the light curtain and appeared outside the mountain valley, rushing to the more than one hundred Bats who never left at high altitude. Saint Clan tribesmen.

    Those Bat Saint Clan tribesmen flew directly in the shackles, and a killing began. This killing did not resist, and some were only the death of Bloodlin.

    All the people of Shaman Clan saw this scene, and they were silent and sad.

    Until the more than twenty old men were killed by this Pat Saint Clan tribesmen, the tribesmen of Bat Saint Clan flew their wings and flew far away. .

    Nangong Hen looked up, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes. In fifteen years, they had many battles with Bat Saint Clan. They knew the Nine Yin World's ethnic love hunting. They often came in large groups. If there is no hunting success, It will never give up, and more and more will come.

    Therefore, Shaman Clan can only send this so-called sacrifice after a slight break, satisfying the hunting of Bat Saint Clan, and only then can it be exchanged for some days.

    Moreover, if the sacrifice is sent directly without war, it will not work, and Bat Saint Clan must be killed and injured, so that it is in line with the hunting ceremony of Bat Saint Clan.

    This point, Nangong Hen and others who have been here for fifteen years, understand.

    "We still sent the tribesmen as a sacrifice…60% of the chances of winning can be too big…"Nangong Hen, the old man behind him, whispered.

    "The maintenance of the death of the construction of 67 people, plus 20 willing to sacrifice, this time we died 87 people.

    "Battle Shaman takes half a year to start again. The medicine for healing is not enough. It is necessary to arrange for people to take a risk to see Shaman City and find drugs."

    "The altar of Death Qi is still there."

    Nangong Hen listened to the people behind him and reported the results of this battle one by one. His look gradually became confused. Fifteen years ago, he did not succeed in leaving under the drastic changes, but stayed here, waiting for Shaman Clan. The rescue, at the time, they were nearly 10,000 people.

    There are a number of Advanced Shaman among them, but with the number of fights and battles, they are getting fewer and fewer people. In the end, they are splitting down, and some people don’t know where to go.

    Gradually, because of his identity, he became the leader of this place, watching the tribesmen die again and again, until now, the future is confused, I do not know where…·····

    "Maybe we have forgotten it outside…Perhaps the Calamity of Eastern Wasteland has taken place, and the world outside has undergone earth-shaking changes. No one still remembers that in this Nine Yin World, we exist.

    Perhaps, in this life, I can’t leave here. Only the war is dead…·Where is it? ”Nangong Hen's face is sorrowful, but his Divine Consciousness is in this confusion. When he looks at the sky, he immediately changes his appearance.

    In addition to him, there are more than ten people behind him, and even a lot of Shaman Clan in the mountain valley. At this moment, I saw the moment of sky, showing panic and stun.

    Nangong Hen saw with his own eyes that there is a black fog that is several times larger than the previous black clouds at the moment, and it is rolling in. The figure of Bat Saint Clan, which is sometimes exposed in the mist, is shocking!

    The number, it seems that there are nearly a thousand! !

    Their direction is exactly this mountain valley!

    "I saw the purple line tribesmen of Bat Saint Clan, the number…A lot, this kind of thing has never happened. After a batch has been broken in the past, it will take at least half a year to re-hunt!

    So many purple line tribesmen, there must be Bat Saint Clan's Golden Striped tribesmen, the chances of winning this battle are almost zero, even if all the tribesmen all to maintain the Forming operation, it will not last long! ”

    "Running the Guardian Forming, Death Qi shock preparation, let the waiting bow Bow Shaman, even if you die, you must open the bow!!"

    "If they just pass by, if they don't pass by, tell all the tribesmen ················································································Nangong Hen looks dignified and low to open mouth.

    After the words of Nangong Hen were spoken, someone immediately passed on to the Formation in the mountain valley. At this moment, Shaman Clan tribesmen was decisive and decisive, and in the Formation, he devoted all his strength.

    In the mountain valley, in an immortal cave, one by one Shaman Clan stood silently on the edge of the immortal cave, looked at the sky, rubbed his own fog, and operated the body's Culture, and the look was decided!

    Some children born in these fifteen years, in the arms of their mothers, looked out and looked at their fathers. Their pure eyes revealed fear, but more, it was a kind of death.

    There are still many old people, one by one standing outside the immortal cave. Their vicissitudes of faces are filled with traces of the years, watching the sky, and preparing for death in exchange for dignity.

    All the people of Shaman Clan looked at the sky and watched the dark fog rolling, watching them pass by, or the goal, they were.

    When this black mist stopped in the mid-air of the mountain valley, all the people who saw this scene of Shaman Clan understood it. At the time of the decisive battle, it was!

    Nangong Hen gritted his teeth, his "both eyes" flowed out """, and after the black fog paused, suddenly there was an explosion, and hundreds of squatting Bat Saint Clan tribesmen came from them. These people rushed down. Suddenly, Nangong Hen gave a low voice.

    His body rushed out, and behind him, the dozens of followers also rushed out.

    "War, it is death, no war, but also death, but if it is war, die without regret!"

    "We have waited for fifteen years, Outer World's rescue has always been silent, they may have forgotten us, have given up on us, where is the future, the future is in our hands!

    We have not waited, we have to fight a fierce battle, if this battle is fortunate, we will no longer be Shaman Clan, we are independent! Mastering your own destiny and pursuing your own future, the outsiders will save themselves if they don't save. From then on, we call Ming Clan! ! ”Nangong Hen raised his hand in the void and immediately swayed out of a long spear, and he was caught in his hand.

    “Ming Clan !!”

    "From now on we are not witches, it is Ming Clan!"A low voice screamed out of every Shaman Clan population in the mountain valley.

    “Death Qi shock!”As Nangong Hen whispered, Death Qi once again condensed in the entire mountain valley, turning into a powerful impact, going straight up, penetrated the guardian light curtain, and touched the coming Bat Saint Clan. At the moment when rumbled resounded, Nangong Hen shouted.

    "Ming Clan tribesmen, let's kill!"

    A figure, a voice, rising in this mountain valley, this rise, such as the rise of a nation, a kind of oppression, under the cover of death, in the fifteen years of waiting, crazy struggle, no A hearty cry, desperate release!

    In addition to some of the children who are still working on Forming, Shaman Clan, who protects the children in the mountain valley, still has more than 500 Shaman Clans in the formation, and rushed out of the mountain valley, with those in the Death Qi attack. Saint Clan, launched a life and death fight!

    “It’s not worth it!”A cold sigh echoed from the dark fog of the sky, but saw the Black Aura outside the spread, there are ten eyebrows with a bright purple line of Bat Saint Clan tribesmen, stepping out, behind them, is a brow There is a Golden Striped, a huge tribesmen with a height of five feet!

    He was cold, his right hand raised, and pressed to the bottom. Under this press, immediately the impact of the Death Qi was one of them, bursting open to the eight sides of the spread, making its power suddenly dissipated.

    “Sacred Ancestor is waking up, all the Outer World people here, all killing and taking the sacrifice, this Nine Saints Altar, our Bat Saint Clan is coming!”

    More Bat Saint Clan tribesmen, in the excitement of the rush, rushed to the people of Shaman Clan!

    That is, at this time, on the sky not too far from here, Su Ming walked calmly, his snake on his shoulders, staring at the front, and a kissing.

    Su Ming's brow wrinkled, and the speed suddenly increased under the step, and a burst of sharp sound was set off.

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