Broken Night

Chapter 259 - Yuwen

North, at night.

The wind and snow were quiet, and it seemed that the night in the north was quiet and peaceful.

But in fact, the north at night is the most terrifying.

The tattooed beasts of the north are famous all over the world. And many terrifying tattooed beasts are nocturnal animals and only appear at night. Therefore, any experienced tattoo artist or tattoo artist will not hurry or walk around at night.

On the contrary, in the place where humans gather after nightfall, the beasts do not dare to go anywhere.

In front of him, there is a huge tribe——Jitian tribe.

The Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe is a very powerful tribe, rising like a new star in the north.

Because the most famous of the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe is the large number of tattoo masters.

The tattoo artist can continuously improve the strength of the tattoo artist to carve the palace and enter the tattoo.

What's more, what the Jitian tribe used was the power called "faith" in the ancient times thousands of years ago. The aborigines of the Jitian tribe believe that as long as they believe in the first-generation patriarch who led them to escape from the fierceness of the tattooed beast hundreds of years ago and single-handedly established the Jitian tribe, the dead soul of the patriarch will be transformed into an infinite tattoo force, which will help them seek good luck and avoid evil. .

For a godless world, this idea is undoubtedly magical and absurd. But it is with this power that the Jitian tribe has become one of the most powerful northern tribes today.

As a sacrificial tribe centered on the power of belief, the patriarch Yuwencang is the heaven of his tribe. Basically, all orders are decided by Yu Wencang. Even if he ordered the entire tribe to die for him, it could be done. Because Yuwen's surname was the name of the tribe that built offering sacrifices to the heavens.

Yuwen's surname is the king of the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe.

And Yuwencang has several wives, but there is only one real heir—Yuwenlong.

But what gave Yuwencang a headache was his son's quirk.

Longyang addiction, and even Yu Wenchang thought about changing his name. However, Yu Wenlong looks friendly and normal, and has an excellent talent for training. He has already broken through the second palace in less than 20 years, and he has the possibility of surpassing himself in the future.

It's just that Yu Wenchang remembered that the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe was his own place, so he let his son toss it.

Occasionally, foreign caravans would enter the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe, and many cultivators came out of the Snowstorm Mountains to take a break or trade with the caravans. These are the important income of the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe.

Thinking of his son, Yuwencang sighed slightly.

A few women in white robes trembled slightly behind them: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Yuwencang frowned slightly. He is a tattoo artist of the Hundred-Wands Realm. He is powerful, and his spiritual power is like a sea. Even a little fluctuation of spiritual power is not something they can bear. There is only a frown at the moment, which women feel extremely depressed.

But they are willing. They grew up in the tribe of offering sacrifices to heaven, and they have been instilled that anyone with the surname [Yuwen] is their belief. They felt honored to be able to serve adults, even if they were hundreds of years younger, and looked at Yu Wenchang with enthusiasm.

Yuwencang waved his hand: "It's okay, step back first, I want to be quiet and feel the words of the ancestors."

One of the girls couldn't help showing a look of fascination and blurted out: "Sir, what is the voice of the ancestors... like?"

Hearing the girl's voice, the expressions of the other women changed, and they immediately reprimanded: "How can I wait to watch the divine voice of the ancestors?"

Yuwencang just chuckled and looked at the girl: "Is the ancestor's voice... It's very harmonious and gentle, like a world-like mass, which makes people feel at ease." He looked at the girl, who was just a year old At the age of eighteen, the childishness is still in the bud, but the slender white robe can't hide her just growing figure.

Yuwencang's eyes flashed with fiery heat, but he remained calm, but his face became more gentle, like the warm sunshine, he smiled and said softly: "If you really want to listen to the voice of the ancestors, Come to my tent tonight and let me take you into the warm embrace of your ancestors."

When the other women heard the words, their faces showed naked jealousy, and the girl showed ecstasy: "Thank you, Lord!"

"Haha." Yuwencang smiled, thinking about what to do with this little sheep at night, when there was a wave of ripples outside.

"Ok?"

His complexion suddenly changed, and he disappeared into the tent with a swish sound.

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Several cultivators from the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe rushed towards Yang Tianxing and Wan Erhao.

Don't forget, this is the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe, and the most famous in the north is the number of tattoo masters.

They have already seen that two tattoo masters are already constructing a pattern in the void of the pattern.

It's just that the two of them are extraordinary people, looking at each other, there is an unexpected tacit understanding.

"You go." Wan Erhao cherished the words like gold, and the two words seemed to come out from between his teeth, and he had already closed his mouth. And Yang Tianxing just rolled his eyes and didn't speak.

At this moment, Wan Erhao's ten-fingered missile. More than half of his injuries have healed. At this moment, he shot with all his strength, and the rays of light flew out for a while! Swords, swords, sticks, shields, several weapons, etc. are transformed into! Under the full blast of Wan Erhao, the digital tattoo artist and tattoo artist were all hit, injured or retreated for a while.

Rao is Wan Erhao, he is still a tattoo artist who has not yet broken through the Xiantian Palace! With the eruption of this breath, his complexion turned pale, and the wound on his shoulder was aching. But his expression was still as calm and indifferent as before, and his eyes were only looking in that direction.

A white shadow swept across the night and rushed towards the golden-robed boy!

Yuwen Long!

When Yu Wenlong heard the strong wind coming from behind, he also looked at it subconsciously.

As soon as he looked at it, he saw a white shadow flying over!

Yu Wenlong couldn't help laughing when he felt the fluctuation of the pattern force.

It is ridiculous that he dares to challenge himself when he is only one palace realm.

In the world of tattoos, there are strict classes. I don't know how much stronger the second palace is than the first palace!

Although he was a little surprised because the young man was able to break through the many lines of defense and came to him, the smile on Yuwenlong's face was still there.

A prey that struggles is worth playing with.

Thinking of these two teenagers with different temperaments under their own play...

Yuwenlong's eyes flashed with fire, but his right hand was raised, and his chest and right arm were all lit up. A sharp intent rose from his right hand, and the grain power turned into a long spear!

The pattern that has been handed down from generation to generation in the sacrifice tribe [Spear of the Sky]!

Holding the illusory sky-breaking spear in his hand, Yu Wenlong stabbed at Yang Tianxing who was coming towards him. Even he carefully avoided Yang Tianxing's key point, he didn't want the teenager he liked to die.

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Facing the sharp spear, Yang Tianxing was also slightly surprised.

This world is really weird, and it is possible to use the power in the body to conjure real objects! He felt that the spear in the hands of the golden-robed youth in front of him was different from the weapon transformed from the Wan Erhao pattern. That's an almost actual pattern!