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"It seems that the entire camp was shocked by me, but if it is of this level, no matter how many people come, it will be a chicken!"

The Ruyi stick swept lightly, and dozens of figures flew straight away.

So far, only some low-level warriors have appeared, and the highest is no more than the Wutu Barbarian King. Xiang Yang doesn't need to use much energy. The weight of the Ruyi stick itself can be crushed. How can he care?

Groups of barbarian warriors came forward, and then bounced like splashes of water, leaving only patches of blood mist...

With a dull sound, Xiang Yang walked forward like a walk.

The nearest sacrificial altar was thousands of feet away, and he was very interested.

Although the spiritual sense was suppressed, it is estimated that he did not have the ability to pack the entire sacrificial altar away, but there may be other discoveries.

There was a whistling sound from behind, but a barbarian king slashed from behind him with a stick. Xiang Yang didn't even have the idea of ​​dodge. He pulled with one hand, and directly led the stick to the front of him. After letting go, he leaned his palm again. Twisting, with a clear click, the eyeballs of the Barbarian King popped out.

"Well, after death, will this totem disappear?"

Fang wanted to take it back from the Qiankun Ding clone to study it, but found that the dense pattern on the Barbarian King's body gradually faded.

"Then catch a few livelihoods!"

After a while, he was surprised to wave a barbarian king, and directly hit several barbarian warriors.

"What is that? These barbarians have no fairy seedlings or fairy embryos in the sea of ​​knowledge. Why are there such weird things? And with the strength of my spiritual sense, they can't forcefully suppress their consciousness..."

"These barbarians seem to have the same phantom of consciousness in the Sea of ​​Knowledge. Isn't this situation similar to those of the'uncles" in the Sea of ​​Knowledge... This is... This seems to be a flood dragon?"

"This is different, it looks like a firebird, but it's somewhat similar to Xiaofengwu..."

"This is also Firebird."

"This is definitely not their own consciousness, but something produced through some sort of secret technique. It's really weird!"

"There is another new..."

After stepping out of Baizhang, nearly ten barbarian kings have lost his hands. Without exception, there are all kinds of weird consciousnesses in the sea of ​​consciousness. All the way, three kinds have been discovered.

"It should be related to those sacrificial altars."

Xiang Yang looked up and looked around, and sure enough, he found clues on the three recent sacrificial altars. The pedestal under each sacrificial altar was painted with similar patterns. Although the lines were rough and abstract, they could still Recognizing some, it was the weird phantom of consciousness he saw in the sea of ​​knowledge of these barbarians.

"It seems that every sacrificial altar represents a tribal ethnic group, and the goal of each ethnic group's sacrifice is the thing behind these phantoms of consciousness..."

"These are just the weakest barbarian tribes. It's just a projection of the objects they sacrifice. With the strength of my spiritual sense, I can't suppress it. It seems very strong! What about that thing? Inside the sacrificial altar, right?"

Not only was Xiang Yang not nervous, but he became even more excited. Suddenly he screamed up to the sky, and the Ruyi stick shook, shaking out a stick flower with a radius of about ten feet. In front of him, a cloud of blood was exploded. In the fog, a black shadow shot straight away, invincible, and in a moment, it had passed a distance of hundreds of feet.

At this time, the first giant Meng had already arrived and was blocking his path forward.

This is a six-legged monster. Compared with its huge body, the four hooves below are short and thick, and there are a pair of long forelimbs in front of it. Each of the forelimbs has three sharp claws. Each piece is half a foot wide and looks extremely heavy.

Standing on Jumeng was a barbarian in armor, half a head taller than an ordinary barbarian, holding a thick stone stick in his hand, and a pair of **** eyes gleaming in the gap between his head armor.

Ju Meng's huge body blocked the entire sacrificial altar behind him, a hundred feet away, with a big mouth, and a dull sound rolled in, and the camp and barbarians in front were directly swept away, revealing a wide avenue.

On it, the barbarian slowly raised the stone stick in his hand, and there was a golden light flashing at the top. With a ugly roar, at least one third of the barbarians had the same golden light flashing on their foreheads, one by one. There was a creak, and the whole person suddenly swelled in a circle, and rushed forward even more fiercely.

"It seems to be mad after awakening a certain bloodline... Is that a totem pole? It is said that each totem pole is the treasure of the barbarian, with different abilities... This one, is it mad? "

Xiang Yang looked at it curiously, stretched out his hand and swept it away, and several mad barbarians flew out again.

So far, he has only used 10% of his power, and basically relied on the lethality of the wishful stick itself, but even so, in the case of just now, he almost died next to each other.

But this time it was different. After the maddened barbarians were knocked into the air, they just vomited blood and stood up again. Although many had broken their arms and legs, few were killed in one blow.

"Well, scales seem to grow on this body. This bloodline seems to be a bit like the dragon clan..."

Xiang Yang looked at it casually, directly added a bit of strength, and the stick figure in his hand whizzed up. This time the barbarians who had become frenzied could not be spared anymore. After a burst of bang, bang, bang, he was already beside him. The blood mist is permeated.

"Graku, you Hamda!"

Hundred meters away, the barbaric standing on Jumeng roared, and the barbaric warriors who were not afraid of death one after another retreated, revealing a large open space.

"Ye Na Kraft Ni Bada! Mitushiga Yo Chi Da!" Ju Meng stopped ~ www.readwn.com ~ The barbaric stood on top, dancing and shouting loudly at Xiang Yang.

Xiang Yang's heart moved and he used Tianyan. This strange treasure was really magical, and he directly translated the language of the barbarian.

"Who are you! Why do you have the breath of God!"

Xiang Yang narrowed his eyes, looked at the barbarian, and saw that he was right. This barbaric really has something to do with the dragon clan. I guess it was only because of the dragon bloodline on his body that he would be discovered. If he wasn't in the first place Do it directly, maybe you can fool around a bit, but now...

You can try it now...

"I am the messenger of God. If you are rude to me, you are rude to God! Don't hurry down on your knees! Welcome the wrath of God!"

Following Tian Yan's translation, Xiang Yang directly yelled loudly in the language of the barbarian. At first, it was a bit rusty, but later it became more and more smooth.

On his forehead, the blood-colored dragon pattern gradually appeared, and the whole person's aura suddenly changed. Among the barbarians who approached him, at least one third of his legs were soft, and he almost knelt down.