Chapter 571

The flame is burning, like a beating orange flower.

Originally, it was just a very common picture, just a very common fire, but when Zhang Yang put the spirit of the earth, which was only summoned by sorcery, into the fire.

For a moment, all the villagers of Xing nationality who watched this scene seemed to be deeply beaten by something, and then a kind of long lost, very familiar, but also very strange blood surged, which made them burst into uncontrollable tears. Even if they didn't know anything at the moment, it just made them feel a kind of homecoming.

It's just like garlic coriander to salted bean curd. It's a memory engraved in the bones.

No words, no description!

The trumpet's body is also shaking uncontrollably at this time. The blood in the body is like a hundred thousand rivers. It's a call from the deep of the blood gene. It's identification and has nothing to do with the soul.

"It's like I've broken a terrible confinement. The criminal clan has imprisoned the blood totem of the ancient witch clan, but now it's opened by me. Oh, I'm so flustered. I can't do it. I have to inform the subject about this. If the cause and effect and the mess are too big, I can't hold it."

"Alas, subject, I really didn't mean to pit you, you must listen to me to explain -"

nevertheless, Zhang Yang was very honest and put his hands close to the magic flame, without the feeling of being burned, only warm and kind, the flames licked and surrounded him, spread from his arms, and covered his whole body all the time The blood of the people is more intense, just like the waves of the sea, just like the thunder, a vigorous, infinite force gathered together, and finally burst out.

Zhang Yang couldn't help roaring up to the sky. The shackles from the genetic level of his blood were thrown away, and his body grew uncontrollably until his height exceeded 10 meters and his weight exceeded 10 tons.

On the surface of the body, a series of obscure and complex war patterns are looming, each with a strange smell of "hair".

And the fire is also in the publicity, here absorbed enough blood power, in an instant from a small flame increased to three Zhang high.

In the fire, a vague spirit of the earth has become more dignified and thick.

"It's over. I really seem to be in trouble."

It was five minutes after breaking away from the fire that Zhang Yang's body returned to its original state. At the same time, he was also worried. It was not because of how powerful and strange his power became, but because of the moment when he broke the confinement of his blood, he felt some unknown power across the void and directly projected on him.

There is no doubt that this is the evil debt of the ancient witches!

"But who cares?"

Zhang Yang sneers in his heart that the Xing clan must be the descendants of the ancient witch clan. In order to avoid some kind of crisis that may make them exterminate the clan, they ran all the way in the fourth sequence. As a result, they were unlucky and fled into the game of an unknown ancient god. They thought they could be safe, but now they are still in the crisis of extermination.

In this case, it may not be a bad thing to light the witch fire, break through the confinement of blood, and let the great enemy of the ancient witch race cross the void to catch up.

He didn't believe it. Would the ancient god who played games here be willing to give away the fat he got?

In a word, we should do the work first. Anyway, he doesn't bear the consequences. It's a big deal to sacrifice blood to his little cousin - ha ha ha, joking.

"Come on, this is the end result of our ancient warsors, our real heritage, and our real home. Reach out and purify your filthy blood and usher in a new life."

Zhang Yang cried with passion, so a brave villager came forward and looked forward to putting his hand into the fire. The next second, he screamed bitterly. The fire burned all over his body, and only a few seconds later, he was burned to ashes.

It's grey

Well, what the hell is this?

The villagers were all awakened by fright, and the warmth of the witchcraft fire had disappeared.

Zhang Yang is also very confused. It's reasonable not to say. Shouldn't any criminal who has a kind feeling towards Wuhuo be accepted by Wuhuo?

Unless there's too much filthy aura in these guys.

So he immediately turned to see the old men in the villagers. They were all old men who lived 150, 60 or even 200 years old. The blood and power in their bodies had weakened with the increase of age, and they didn't absorb much filthy aura. Maybe they could bear the baptism of witch fire.

However, before Zhang Yang opened his mouth, one of the oldest old guys walked to the magic fire in the fear and panic eyes of other villagers, and then a few old guys walked over. They were usually a burden in the village, but today, they are the most authoritative.

The sorcery fire soared and spread to the seven old guys. There must be some pain, but they were fearless and totally did not resist the power of sorcery fire.

Gradually, their shriveled bodies get stronger again, and even their heart beat like a drum. They also gradually break through the confinement of blood. The battle patterns on their bodies are faint, and the inheritance of the ancient witches will come back to them.But at this moment, an old man suddenly snorted, and the next second it turned to ashes, and then the second old man was soon burned to ashes.

Only five of the old guys are still holding on.

When Zhang Yang saw this, he suddenly realized that it had nothing to do with how much filthy aura he absorbed, but whether his faith was firm or not.

The reason why he didn't feel any pain and even felt comfortable before was that his true spirit was extremely solidified, and his will had been tempered for hundreds of millions of times. It was just a magic fire, and he couldn't show his true shape.

Of course, this also has a lot to do with the fact that he forced his trumpet body to awaken his Wuqi talent from the beginning.

These old men have gone through many vicissitudes, and their will is certainly stronger than that of the young people, so they can persist to this extent. However, if they want to pass the test of sorcery fire, it depends on whether they can continue to persist, or if they relax, they will be burned to ashes.

"Well, we have to intervene. Otherwise, thousands of people in this whole village may not be able to pass the purification test of witchcraft fire."

Zhang Yang made a quick decision, the development of things has changed a lot, and he does not want a perfect start.

At the moment, he immediately activates Wuqi talent and puts its effect on an old man. In fact, he doesn't know what will happen, but at the moment, it's better to do anything than nothing.

The release of Wuqi talent is nothing. If it is not possible to summon the spirit of the earth, Zhang Yang thinks that he is dancing God. But at this moment, as soon as this Wuqi talent enters the scope of Wuhuo, a magical scene happens, and the blazing Wuhuo seems to be tamed.

At the same time, Zhang Yang can even "see" the hearts of the five old men.

This - what the hell is NIMA?

Shocked, Zhang Yang also reacted quickly. He found the soul of the other two old men who were burned to ashes very quickly. They were very happy. To some extent, they became part of the witch fire. At the moment, they were smiling at him and other people, and were constantly encouraging the other five old men.

At this time, Zhang Yang hesitated. Is his help really useful?

It's very mysterious about the ancient witches.

How can it feel so strange to carry the dead soul of the people with the witch fire, to carry the body of the people with the reality, and then to take the witch fire as the bridge of civilization inheritance?

Zhang Yang thinks that a bold idea is emerging, but at the moment, poof -

the third old man turns to ashes, but it's only his body that turns to ashes, but his soul is still there, and has grown up to the level of a true spirit.

Then, the fourth old man was reduced to ashes. Some villagers outside were crying. They were angry and frightened to see Zhang Yang, for fear of throwing them into the fire.

But Zhang Yang doesn't care about them at the moment. He just stares at the remaining three old men. He has a hunch that they will be three unusual old men.

It's not because they will survive, it's not because they are strong enough, but it's because witchcraft fire is looking for a strange balance among them, and then witchcraft fire is automatically divided into three different properties.

"Boom!"

The witch fire suddenly turned into a flame tens of feet high, and then dissipated. There was only a small pile of ordinary flames left. All the illusions disappeared. There were only three of the seven old men left. They had passed the test.

What's different from publicity is that their bodies haven't changed much, which is about six meters. In addition, there are three different patterns of fire on their forehead and chest.

"The Kindler!"

It's like some kind of memory awakening hidden in the blood gene.

"Meet the wizard of the earth."

The temperament of the three old men is totally different from before, just like the beggars have become the top 500 CEOs.

And they must have a lot more knowledge about the ancient witches. For example, they don't know what the earth witches are. Is this the origin of the earth warrior?

"Thank you for the spirit of the earth sorcerer. Now we are fighting against the sorcerer to rekindle the fire of sorcery. We are waiting for a hundred wastes to be revived. We also ask the earth sorcerer to guide us."

"Talk to people!"

Although this is the same nature of spreading fire, it is also equal to sharing most of his power. He wants to build a civilization trumpet, not to create enemies for his own civilization subject.

There must be no sign of this.

The three old men looked at each other, and then spoke in turn,

"from this moment on, I am the one who raises fire for the warlock clan, carrying the warlock fire, and taking inheriting the warlock blood battle pattern of the warlock clan as my duty. There is no criminal case in the world."

"From this moment on, I am the one who raises fire for the warsors. I carry the warsors' fire and take inheriting the warsors' battle patterns as my duty. There will be no punishment in the world."

"From this moment on, I raised fire for the warlocks, carried the fire, and took inheriting the Warlocks' words and patterns as my duty. There would be no more punishment in the world.""Lord sorcerer, you are our leader now. Please lead us to find a purer and more complete spirit of the earth, and open a higher stage of sorcery fire. Then, we can teach our people a stronger battle pattern."

"Yes, the sorcery fire inheritance we have now is only the first stage. The blood war pattern only has the fury war pattern, the force war pattern only has the giant force war pattern, and the word war pattern only has the sharp arrow war pattern and the guard war pattern."

After the three old men finished, Zhang Yang and other villagers' eyes were all bright, and no one would refuse to let their strength improve.

"Let's see the power first!"

In fact, there are nine kinds of war patterns on Zhang Yang's body, which should be the particularity of being a wizard of the earth.

"Stone, come out."

Zhang Yang beckons. Xing Shi is the third expert in the village. Considering the filthy aura in his body, his strength is almost half divine. Of course, Zhang Yang tried it out before. These mountain villains have no brute force. In fact, the utilization rate is too low. At this level, one rescue Mahayana can kill ten.

But if you have the corresponding battle pattern, it will be different.

At this time, Zhang Yang called out four villagers, all of whom have the status of Land Warrior. Normally speaking, a stone can't beat them.

The three old men who raised the fire looked at each other, and the first one immediately released a fierce battle pattern to Xing Shi. In a flash, Xing Shi grew to more than eight meters high, and his muscles were like big stones. With a roar, the four confident villagers in front of him were scared to shiver.

"Juli!"

The second fireman added a battle mark to the stone, and this guy immediately grew to nine meters. I'm afraid his weight is not close to ten tons!

"Don't add any more, stone, do it!"

Before his voice fell down, Xing Shi turned into a shadow, provoking a sound explosion cloud. With one blow, a small hill hundreds of meters in front of him collapsed! Once again, the earth was blasted out of cracks hundreds of meters long.

He did not go to the four villagers to fight. There is no doubt that they are no longer rivals.

"It's so strong. Give him a guard tattoo!"

Zhang Yang yelled. He was very excited. The fighting power of the warlock clan was too powerful. The instant output damage was more fierce than that of the sword immortal. Moreover, it was still a primary battle pattern. If it was a high-level battle pattern, wouldn't it be possible for the mechanical zombies to be afraid of it?

At this time, with the release of the guard battle pattern, there are many layers of yellowish light masks on Xing Shi's body, which are connected with the earth and look very humble.

"Drink!"

On this side, publicity also activated the sharp arrow battle pattern on the body. The bow was opened with empty hand. A kind of violent blood power quickly gathered from the body and gathered between the hands in an instant. A huge earthy yellow arrow was formed automatically. At the moment when it came out, dozens of thunderbolts exploded.

There was no shadow at all. Then in an instant, a mountain was blown up directly, and even the earth and rock were vaporized and annihilated.

Next to a deep pit, there were wounds all over the body, and the dying stone was lying there shivering, looking very bent.

What makes him jump to the top in an instant, and what makes him fall into the abyss in an instant?

Ah - ah, give me a cup of water!

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