"Are you going to..."

Immortal Huquan's eyes projected far along the line of defense Xiang Yang saw, and he couldn't help taking a breath of air conditioning.

In the distance, the sacrificial altar stands high, surrounded by barbarian soldiers.

Ordinary barbarians are no longer qualified to stand there. Half of the nearly 10000 soldiers are barbarian kings and emperors.

Jumeng's body is too huge. Those pretty emperors have reluctantly abandoned their mounts, but look at the thick totem poles. There are nearly ten pretty emperors there.

Xiang Yang laughed: "without the golden dragon, these guys are just tujiwa dogs. Well, master Huquan, you're going to have some people. I'm very interested in the sacrificial altar. Take it back and study it well!"

"This..."

Huquan feels a little dizzy.

After ten thousand years of war, many totem poles have been captured, but there have never been booty at the level of sacrificial altar.

Gradually, his eyes lit up.

You know, there is a sacrificial soul in every sacrificial Dharma altar. Even if it is really defeated, the sacrificial soul also has the ability to destroy the Dharma altar. It will never be allowed to fall into the hands of monks. But now, the Golden Dragon sacrificial soul has disappeared. Isn't this the best opportunity? Just

Huquan looked up at the altar and still hesitated.

At the last time, he was also a true emperor level sacrificial soul. When he came to the Xiang priest's hand, he was easy to pack up, but after all, he was only a monk at the end of the pill. It could never be his own strength. Such hindhands are all life-saving tricks, and there will never be many. Does he still have them?

Xiang Yang seemed to know what he thought. He smiled and nodded at him. Huquan was determined and smiled: "well, it's unprecedented credit to capture the altar. Since ten thousand years of chaos, only the Supreme Master of Sanqing has been comparable to it! If you can really get it, this skill is unique to Xiang worship! Well, Lei Zhenzhen, do you have any opinion?"

How can Lei Zhen have an opinion? He finally left Xiang Yang and didn't even have the courage to do it. Now he's still a little nervous. For fear that he doesn't like it, he nodded again and again.

On the contrary, Xiang Yang pointed to the monks who roared in the air and said, "in order to protect me, so many fellow disciples are fighting here. You have taken care of me. Even if I have some credit, how can I swallow it alone? Don't mention it again. If I get lucky, it will be the work of the whole Beige peak defense line!"

He bowed around, swung the Ruyi stick in his hand, and jumped up. He was a little surprised. He hadn't noticed it before. At this time, he found that the gold thread on the Ruyi stick had disappeared, and there was a bright gold ring at the place of shaking hands.

"Did you absorb all the fairies? I don't know what more miraculous effects have been added."

As soon as the idea arose, a young consciousness came from the handshake.

"Even the young organ spirit is conscious?"

Xiang Yang Daxi, this magic weapon is the same as friars and monsters. When the spirit of the tool is mature, it will cross the immortal robbery. As long as it passes, it will be an immortal tool.

It's just that the vitality and divine consciousness needed to launch the immortal weapon are too huge. With Xiang Yang's cultivation achievements now, the strength of divine consciousness should be enough, but the vitality is far from enough in the cultivation period of jiedan.

Only this kind of immortal tool developed by themselves can control the heart. There will never be a situation of sucking the treasure owner dry. Otherwise, dingshuai and old pen head also have a few more powerful magic weapons on hand. How can they not give them to him.

However, the consciousness is still very young, and there is still a long way to go to mature. However, judging from this situation, it is not impossible to absorb more Fairies in the battle of chaos.

From the trial to now, Ruyi stick has always been his best weapon. After fighting again and again, a harmonious relationship has been established between the two sides. Thinking of the message from the weapon spirit just now, Xiang Yang thought more and more happily. With a long roar, he threw the stick back, and the "pa" exploded. A ripple as thick as a bucket surged in the air, and then the rolling thunder dispersed, He was castrated a little faster.

At the sacrificial altar, a barbarian soldier was in full readiness. An old man who seemed to fall down the next moment stood at the top of the altar, with a thick totem pole standing beside him. He was praying with his hands and feet. The base of the altar was shining closest to the center, and the barbarian soldiers standing on it had to change a batch every hour.

Those who had been replaced looked pale. As soon as they came down, someone helped them aside, gathered around the neck of a monster, and swallowed the hot blood.

The disappearance of clan gods is a big event for a barbarian tribe, but as long as the sacrificial altar is still there, there is still hope.

If even the sacrificial altar of Dharma is destroyed, then the tribe is really finished. It will not be swallowed up, or it will end up under the fence of others.

After the prayer meeting, the sacrificial altar was full of light, and a trace of silk with a little blood colored golden light rushed towards the old man. His bent and shriveled body expanded and plumped at the speed visible to the naked eye. After a moment, he turned into a giant with a height of 30 feet. The dragon head, body, half body armor and naked parts were all complicated totem color patterns.

He looked down, stretched out his hand to the sky and shouted, "aburoni casari, movanxi in the west of Roca! Stavnica, take one..."

The barbarian soldiers at the bottom immediately cheered. Some even sang rough war songs and twisted simple war dances. Not far from the front, many northern Chinese friars looked blankly and didn't know what madness these barbarians had.

In surprise, the monks closest to the sacrificial altar suddenly found that the flying magic weapon fell quietly and danced down one after another.

Below, a group of barbarian soldiers had rushed out and swung their weapons in the direction of their fall.

Looking at that ferocious smile, those friars were shocked and wanted to use magic, but their vitality had dissipated as soon as they left the body. I don't know when the forbidden scope of the sacrificial altar doubled.

Fortunately, over the past ten thousand years, the friars of northern China have accumulated a lot of experience in fighting within the forbidden law. There are not many friars standing within two thousand feet. The friars who were not affected in the rear came back to God in an instant, took out a long magic weapon one after another, stretched out their hands and shook, and countless long ropes roared out.

Most of these forces are controlled by machines, but they are not within the scope of the forbidden law. In a moment, they came to the monks and dragged them back. However, the front few have no time to rescue, so they can only watch them fall into the pile of barbarians.