Chapter 352

"It seems that the whole camp has been disturbed by me, but if it is of this level, no matter how many people come, it's just tujiwa dogs!"

With a gentle sweep of Ruyi staff, more than a dozen figures broke their muscles and bones and flew away.

So far, there are only some low-level soldiers, and the highest is only the king of five pictures. Xiang Yang doesn't need to use much strength. He can crush a piece just by the weight of Ruyi stick. How can he care?

Groups of barbarian soldiers rushed one after another, and then bounced up like splashing water, leaving only pieces of blood mist

In a dull sound, Xiang Yang walked forward like a leisurely court.

The nearest sacrificial altar was thousands of feet away. He was very interested.

Although the spiritual awareness was suppressed, it is estimated that he did not have the ability to pack the whole sacrificial altar away, but it is uncertain that he will find anything else.

There was a whistling sound behind him, but a Barbarian King cleaved down from behind him with a stick. Xiang Yang didn't even have the idea of dodging. He directly pulled the stick with one hand and pulled it directly in front of him. After releasing his hand, he twisted his palm. With a crisp click, the eyes of the Barbarian King protruded.

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

Fang wanted to take his income from the heaven and earth tripod back to have a good study, but he found that the dense patterns on the manwang gradually faded.

"Then catch some live ones!"

A moment later, he was surprised to wave a Barbarian King and directly hit several barbarian soldiers.

"What's that? These barbarians just know that there are no fairy seedlings and embryos in the sea. Why are there such strange things? And my spiritual intensity can't forcibly suppress their consciousness..."

"These barbarians seem to have the same virtual shadow of consciousness in the sea. Isn't this similar to the 'masters' I know in the sea... This is... It seems to be a dragon?"

"This is different. It looks like a Firebird, but it is somewhat similar to xiaofengwu..."

"This is also the Firebird."

"This is certainly not their own consciousness, but something produced by some secret technique. It's really strange!"

"There is a new..."

Out of the hundred feet, nearly ten barbarian kings have died. Without exception, everyone knows that there are all kinds of strange consciousness in the sea. Along the way, three kinds have been found.

"It should have something to do with those sacrificial altar."

Xiang Yang looked up and looked around. Sure enough, he found clues on the three recent sacrificial altar. The base under each sacrificial altar was painted with similar patterns. Although the lines were rough and abstract, he could also recognize some. It was the strange virtual shadow of consciousness he saw in the sea.

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

"These are just the weakest barbarian tribes. It's just a projection of the objects they sacrifice. I can't suppress them with my spiritual intensity. It seems very strong! What about that thing? It's not hidden in the sacrificial altar?"

Xiang Yang was not nervous, but more excited. Suddenly, he roared up to the sky. Ruyi stick shook and shook out a stick flower about 30 feet. In front of him, a blood mist exploded. In the blood mist, a black shadow went straight away, invincible, and passed hundreds of feet in a moment.

At this time, the first giant Mongolia had arrived and was blocking his way forward.

This is a six legged monster. Compared with its huge body, the four hoofs below are short and strong. In front of the body, there are a pair of long forelimbs with three sharp claws on each forelimb. There are pieces of brown scales on the body. Each piece is half a Zhang wide and looks very thick.

On Jumeng's body stood a barbarian in armor, half a head higher than ordinary barbarians, holding a thick stone stick in his hand. In the gap between his armor, a pair of blood colored eyes glittered.

Jumeng's huge body blocked the whole sacrificial altar behind him, hundreds of feet away. With a big mouth, a dull sound rolled in. The camp and barbarians in front were directly rushed away, revealing a wide avenue.

On it, the barbarian slowly raised the stone stick in his hand, and there were golden lights flashing at the top. With an ugly roar, at least one-third of the barbarian had the same golden lights flashing on his forehead, and his bones rattled. The whole person suddenly expanded and jumped up bravely.

"It seems that after waking up some kind of blood, it becomes crazy... That is the totem pole? It is said that each totem pole is the treasure of the barbarians and has different abilities... This one is crazy?"

Xiang Yang looked at it curiously, stretched out his hand and swept it. Several crazy barbarians flew out again.

So far, he has only used less than 10% of his strength, basically relying on the lethality of the Ruyi stick itself. However, even so, in the case of just now, he almost died next to each other.

But this time it was different. After those crazy barbarians were hit and flew, they just spit blood and stood up again. Although many of them had broken their arms and legs, few died.

"Well, it seems that scales have grown on this body. This blood seems to be a little like the dragon family..."

Xiang Yang looked at it casually and added some strength directly. The shadow of the stick in his hand roared up. This time, the barbarians who had gone crazy were spared. After a "bang bang" sound, there was already a blood mist around him.

"Graku, you hamuda!"

A hundred feet away, the barbarian standing on Jumeng roared. Those fierce barbarian soldiers who were not afraid of death retreated one after another, revealing a large open space.

"Yo, nakafni Bada! Mitushika yo Qida!" Jumeng stopped. The barbarian stood on it and shouted loudly at Xiang Yang.

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

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

Xiang Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the barbarian. He estimated that he was right. This barbarian really had something to do with the dragon family. It is estimated that he was discovered only because of his own dragon blood. If he didn't do it directly at the beginning, he might be able to deceive, but now

Now you can try

"I am the messenger of God. If you are rude to me, you are rude to God! Don't kneel down quickly! Meet God's anger!"

Following Tianyan's translation, Xiang Yang directly roared loudly in barbarian language. At first, he was a little rusty, but later he became more and more smooth.

On his forehead, the bloody dragon pattern slowly appeared, and the momentum of the whole person suddenly changed. Among the barbarians close to him, at least one third of their legs softened and almost knelt down.