Broken Night

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-Three ─ Tribe

"Blood Fighting Fist is not only the use of grain power, but more about the mixture of qi and blood and grain strength. And this kind of exuberant qi, blood and vitality is exactly the nemesis of death qi. In other words, blood fighting fist is our The nemesis of the corpse pattern. The left **** battle back then was a real difference from mine, and coupled with the innate strength of the corpse pattern, it was able to cause such injuries to me. Even after hundreds of years, the injury gradually intensified."

Hong Zhan looked at Xiao Hu with a calm expression: "I won't bother you either. I don't have much time to live. What I can do now is to do my best to improve your strength before I die."

"Zuo Xueba, I asked Daoist to become your first dead soul."

"As long as you have the soul of the left **** battle, plus the [Blood Battle Fist], it is enough to become a trump card. Even if the old man dies, you can keep your position in our clan."

Hong Zhan looked at Xiao Hu, or at the icon of the Blood Mountain, which represented the identity of the Holy Son, and said, "You are the hope of our corpse tattoo."

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Xiao Hu was silent.

After a long time, he slowly said: "Totally childish."

Hong Zhan was also stunned when he heard the words.

"What emotion can be compared to your own life?"

"In my opinion, the one punch you received was because of your stupidity, and it made you face death earlier, and everything was done by yourself."

Xiao Hu sneered and stood up. Fist clenched: "Only living is meaningful! Any emotion can be given up! You don't have to expect anything from me, I only live for myself. No matter who it is, even if it is the corpse tattoo, it will become mine. stepping stone."

"I will step on you, let me go to the way of the strong!"

When Hong Zhan heard the words, he just smiled and said nothing.

Can you all give up?

If so, why would you kill Rosen?

"I don't want the soul of Zuoxuezhan. I have to walk my own way." Xiao Hu turned around, his young back was engraved with loneliness and determination. The dim light of the Heicheng Pagoda stretches the shadow, like a king in the night coming to the world.

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In the north, it is snowy all year round.

Only in the daytime, the wind and snow will be more restrained.

Two young figures walked through the snow.

Just one of the figures, the left shoulder is a little unnatural.

"I said you kid, it's been almost a month, how come you haven't recovered yet." Another boy shouted, "I want to fight you."

And the young man with the injured left shoulder, his eyelids did not roll, and he walked without wave on his face.

He was wearing a big red robe, and the purple flowers looked extremely conspicuous.

These two are naturally Yang Tianxing and Wan Erhao.

Following the continuous journey, they finally crossed the Wind and Snow Mountains and came to a tribe.

The terrain in the north is complex, the climate is harsh and there are many beasts. Unlike the well-ordered cities in the south, the tribes in the north are scattered and chaotic, and it is impossible to really tell where the tribes are. Because of some small and medium-sized tribes, there are various wars almost every day. Maybe one tribe was fine yesterday, but it was wiped out by another tribe today.

Therefore, the tribes that have existed for a long time and can be recorded are all famous tribes.

The one in front of you is one of them.

Tribe of worship.

The reputation of this tribe is not low, especially the number of tattooists produced among them is much higher than that of ordinary northern tribes. In this world of tattoos, power is everything. And mastering the power is the tattoo artist and the tattoo artist.

Among the two, the tattoo artist has the power that can bestow the tattoo artist.

Therefore, the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe, which is popular in producing tattoo artists, has attracted a large number of lone tattooists to join. In this virtuous circle, the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe has become stronger and stronger, approaching the strength of large-scale tribes. According to the standard of the South, a large tribe is equal to the strength of a top family, that is an absolutely powerful existence!

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"Sacrifice the Heaven Tribe?"

The two looked at the brightly lit tribe in the distance.

The continuous brilliance of the fire seemed to illuminate the tribe in daylight.

There are only two people, one is in front of his little overlord in the Four Seasons Mountain, and he doesn't care about the world; Although he knew that the place in front of him was the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe, he didn't know what it meant.

"Go in." Wan Erhao said calmly, and walked away.

"You need to tell me, or do you eat the wind outside?" Yang Tianxing snorted. He only felt that the cold-faced boy looked more and more like that stinky brat, but he didn't say much, and followed to the sacrifice day tribe. .

After walking for a while, I saw the entrance of the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe.

The so-called entrance is two huge statues.

The statue on the left looks like a young man with his hands folded and his head bowed, as if bowing his head in prayer.

The statue on the right is a young man holding a spear. He opened his mouth and raised his head, as if making a silent growl. The spear in his hand pointed to the front and flung it, with an astonishing edge.

Below, several people wearing plain white robes smiled when they saw the two walking: "Welcome to the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe."

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The two walked into the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe, only to feel that the entire tribe was weird.

The appearances or portraits of the two statues at the door can be seen everywhere, and the clansmen wearing plain white robes are all whispering to the statues and the portraits. Their eyes are either fanatical or pious, and they are frowning when they see them anyway.

Yang Tianxing said in a low voice, "I said, are you going into some weird place?"

Wan Erhao also frowned, but he didn't care too much: "Find a tent to stay overnight, I'll be leaving tomorrow anyway."

In the Jitian tribe, it is very simple to distinguish the foreigners from the locals.

The people of the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe only wear the plain white robes that cover their heads to the soles of their feet, which is extremely weird. And as long as he is not wearing a plain white robe, he is an outsider. As a large tribe, it is actually not much different from the cities in the south.

For a tribe to be strong, one of the factors is the flow of materials.

The strong foundation of the north is the material of the tattooed beasts. The north is a school of beasts, which uses tattooed beasts as materials, or used to make tattoos, or to make tattooed soldiers and so on. It can be said that there is a clear distinction between this and the planting faction in the south.

Therefore, in the north, there are also many caravans wandering around and trading among different tribes to earn the difference.

If there are foreigners, there will naturally be a place to stay.

In the south, it will be called an inn or a restaurant.

In the north, it is called a guest account.

Tents for guests to live in.

The two walked from time to time to ask questions and walked towards the guest account.

The guest tent is the area where there are dozens of tents in Lianjin. Among them, the staff of the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe unanimously collected silver taels and borrowed them. Just when the two came to the guest tent, a group of people happened to come out of a tent.