Rebirth: The Abandoned Cultivator

Ye Tian always recalled the scene of that life just now. Some of them were familiar, but he didn't know where. Some of them seemed to be some kind of ceremony he had seen. He said that he couldn't remember what the ceremony was calling or sacrificing?

So he was thinking quietly, and heimang had already stood on the challenge arena and the tribal leaders were on each side.

The clouds flowing in the air seemed to reflect the reality, but heimang didn't feel any timidity, and the orcs didn't feel timid.

"Why do I think this ceremony is a little familiar... It seems that I have seen it somewhere. No, it's a sacrificial ceremony?"

Ye Tian seems to think of something from his memory, but it is still very vague, because it is too long, and this evil feeling is very familiar.

It's like the king of eating evil. It's a representative evil.

"Soran

He remembered the name of a great evil god.

At the moment, on the challenge arena of the tribe, the leader and heimang were deadlocked. Although they were close at hand, they didn't mean to do anything.

Only heimang was constantly looking at the changes in his body, because it seemed too frightening, and it gave people a bad feeling, as if the evil of enigmatic power had been indistinguishable.

Yes, in the world of advocating strength and respecting strength, who can control himself and withstand these intuitive temptations? Because having strength means having everything here.

The tribal leader suddenly began to twitch, and then laughed madly. All his people are still making a very amazing call. The ceremony is over, and their cry seems to be thanking.

It's not like a tribal group here, it's like a chimpanzee house in a zoo.

"They're addicted to power, they're lost, they need to be saved... Soran, a power that no one can believe in." Ye Tian finally remembered the scene he looked so familiar with, and finally knew how bad it was.

Just when he wanted to stop it, it was as if the battle could not be interfered with the process. The leader looked at Ye Tian and heimang with a smile, as if he disappeared from the original place and came to heimang's back.

The boa constrictor's reaction is absolutely extremely quick, but it doesn't seem to be worth mentioning here... Yes, the leader thinks so. At the moment when he feels the cool air behind him, he turns around and feels that it's not good.

Ye Tian knows that the cost of his power is laid by the life span of special animals and people. Every time he uses such power, the life span of all of them will be greatly reduced.

So people here don't live long.

In other words, these young people may die before they reach middle age, and their children have just become young, so over time, there is only such a cycle - all the young people with black skin in this tribe.

This is the price of strength. Ye Tian knows that the endless life of soran is passed on to him by his ignorant followers.

"So, the elder didn't perform the ceremony, because he knew the secret..."

The only old man with tears in his eyes at the moment is the belief in power, there is no excess. He looked at his own leader in the challenge arena, and could only watch these young people use their strength again and again, go astray again and again, and waste their remaining life time and again.

Pathetic. Pathetic.

It's really sad. There's nothing more to say. Ye Tian knows that such rescue will only be ignored, because they are addicted to power and won't extricate themselves any more.

After enjoying the pleasure of power, if you resist the next use, you will not listen to anyone. The elder knows this well, but he can't help it.

Heimang grabbed his arm.

He broke out his amazing power and broke away from him. He was like a wolf trying to tear up everything about him. In his opinion, such a small human was not worth mentioning.

But heimang couldn't bear such a powerful explosive force. He was shot away and sat down on the ground. Before he stood up with his hands, the leader's figure moved immediately to him again.

After that, followed by a pair of wolf claws.

It's a bit bad.

It seems that the situation is a little bad, but the leader's raised hand has no chance to fall. At the moment, he can only stupidly stand in the same place, looking at the black mang on the ground, looking at the paw close to his throat.But this claw can't move any more... It's as if it's hard to move. It's clamped by the pliers.

This pincers can't move, as if nothing can shake him - now the wolf has no resistance.

"Let's call it a day."

It seems that the wolf has no humanity, but he can still understand Ye Tian's words. He looks back in surprise and looks at the master who holds his arm.

This host is a little young - too young, pale cheek, not handsome and enduring, the most important thing is the sharp heroism in the eyebrow, which makes people feel painful.

Maybe it's not the pain in his eyes... At least it's dazzling. In heimang's eyes, ye Tian, who organized the leader, was shining. No matter how the wolf resisted, it didn't help.

Because the leader has completely grown hair, some ferocious terror, even the palms and nails have completely become wolf claws, extremely sharp, very easy to hack people.

"He is no longer saved. I don't want him to hurt my friends. I'm afraid your tribe will choose a new leader." Ye Tian light said, big long old face expressionless translation, he has wiped away his tears, this scene, he lived so many years, has seen too many times.

Because ye Tian is the winner, and the winner is a powerful person. A powerful person can get everything, women, power and the pursuit of all people. No matter how tragic the person who fails dies, no one will sympathize with him.

Such a pedantic system and tribe, no one can save them, no one.

The elder knew all this and had no expression on his face.

The leader who became a wolf was still wearing a creepy smile. He looked at heimang and yetian with empty eyes. Then he began to howl bitterly, and his fur faded little by little, revealing his scarlet skin - subcutaneous.

It's like peeling the skin off the human body. Who can bear the pain?

So he taught miserably, like a very painful loser.

That's the price of using Solan's powe