Unlimited Adventures

"You want to..."

Real Huquan's gaze projected far along the line of defense that Xiang Yang was looking at, and he couldn't help but breathe in the air.

In the distance, the sacrificial altar stands tall, and all around the altar are densely packed barbarian warriors.

Ordinary barbarians are no longer qualified to stand there, half of the nearly 10,000 warriors are barbarian kings and barbarian emperors.

Jumeng's body is too large, and those Barbarian Emperors have reluctantly abandoned their mounts, but looking at the thick totem poles, there are nearly ten Barbarian Emperors there.

Xiang Yang laughed: "Without the golden dragon, these guys are just native chickens and dogs. Um, Senior Huquan, you are going to have some manpower. I am very interested in the sacrificial altar. If you take it back, you can also Study hard!"

"this..."

Huquan felt a little dizzy.

After thousands of years of war, totem poles have indeed captured a lot, but there has never been a trophy of this level of sacrificial altar.

Gradually, his eyes lit up.

You must know that there is a sacrificial soul in every sacrificial altar. Even if it is truly invincible, sacrificial soul has the ability to destroy the altar. It will never be allowed to fall into the hands of monks. But now, the golden dragon sacrifice The soul has disappeared. Isn't this the best opportunity? only...

Huquan looked up at the altar, still a little hesitant in his heart.

The sacrificial soul of the true emperor rank was the last time. When he arrived at the hands of this priest, he was relaxed and relaxed, but after all, he himself was just a cultivator during the alchemy phase. It was definitely not his own power. It is a life-saving tactic, there will never be too many, does he still have it?

Xiang Yang seemed to know what he was thinking, and smiled at him and nodded. Huquan's heart was determined, and Lang smiled: "Well, seize the altar. Then this is an unprecedented credit. Since ten thousand years of chaos, only There is Sanqing Supreme in that battle that can be compared with it! If you can really succeed, this skill is unique to the offering! Well, True Monarch Lei Zhen, don't you have any comments?"

How could Lei Zhen have any opinions? He finally threw off Xiang Yang and left. He didn't even have the courage to make a move. Now he was still a little uneasy.

On the contrary, Xiang Yang pointed to the monks who were whizzing in the air and said: "In order to protect me, so many of my colleagues are fighting here in blood. The seniors have also taken care of me. Even if I have some credit, how can I take it alone? , This matter will not be mentioned again, if I succeed by luck, it will be the work of the third line of defense!"

He moved around and swiped the Ruyi stick in his hand. He stood up, but he was a little surprised. He hadn't noticed it before. Only then did he realize that the golden thread on the Ruyi stick was gone, where he shook hands. There is a brilliant golden ring.

"Is this absorbing all the fairy? I don't know what kind of miraculous effect has been added."

As soon as the thought came up, there was an immature consciousness coming from the handshake.

"Even the larvae are conscious?"

Xiang Yang is overjoyed, this magic weapon is the same as monks and monsters. When the spirit of the weapon matures, it will also overcome the immortal calamity.

It's just that the vitality and divine consciousness needed to activate the immortal weapon are too vast. With Xiang Yang's current cultivation base, the strength of divine consciousness should be enough, but the vitality of the cultivation base during the pill formation period is far from enough.

Only this kind of self-developed fairy weapon can be controlled by the heart, and there will never be a situation of sucking up the treasure, otherwise Dingshuai and the old writer will have a few more powerful magic weapons on their hands, how can they not Give it to him.

It's just that the consciousness is still very immature now, and there is still a long way to go to mature, but depending on the situation, if you can really absorb a few more faeries in the chaotic battle, it is not impossible.

From the trial to the present, the wishful stick has always been his most successful weapon. In the battles, a harmonious relationship has been established between the two sides. Thinking of the message from the talented spirit, Xiang Yang became more and more happy. With a long scream, he flicked the stick backwards, and with a bang, a ripple as thick as a bucket rose in the air, and then the sound of rolling thunder dissipated, speeding up his castration by a few minutes. .

At the sacrificial altar, the barbarian warriors were standing in front of the altar, and an old man who seemed to be about to fall in the next moment stood at the highest part of the altar, with a thick totem pole erected beside him, praying forefoot and dancing. At the place closest to the center, the base of the altar was shining, and the barbarian warriors standing on it had to be replaced by a batch in an hour.

Those who had been replaced were pale, and they were immediately supported by others to the side of the necks of the monster beasts, swallowing the hot blood with gulps.

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

If even the sacrificial altar is destroyed, then the tribe is truly finished.

After the prayer meeting, the sacrificial altar shone brightly, and a ribbon with a little **** golden light flooded towards the old man. His rickety and shriveled body swelled and plumped at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, it turned into a height. Three-zhang giant, dragon head human body, half-length armor, naked parts, are all complicated totem color patterns.

He looked down, stretched out his hand to the sky, and yelled: "Abronikasari, Mo Fanxi in the west of Lorca! Stavnika takes one..."

The barbarian warriors underneath suddenly cheered~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Some even sang rough war hymns and twisted war dances with simple movements. Not far from the front, many North China monks stared blankly. I don't know what madness these barbarians are going on.

Still in astonishment, the monks closest to the sacrificial altar suddenly noticed that the flying magic weapon quietly fell under their feet, and they fell happily.

Below, a group of barbarian fighters have rushed out, raking their weapons in the direction they fell.

Seeing that hideous smile, the monks were shocked and wanted to use magic, but their vitality disappeared as soon as they were separated. At some point, the forbidden range of the sacrificial altar doubled.

Fortunately, for thousands of years, the Northern Shenzhou monks have accumulated a lot of experience in fighting within the forbidden law. There are not many monks standing within two thousand meters. The monks who have not been affected in the rear recovered in an instant. Then, they took out a long magic weapon one after another, stretched out their hands and shook, and there were countless long ropes whizzing out.

Most of this power is controlled by a machine, but it is not within the range of the forbidden law. In a moment, it came to the monks and dragged them back, but the few in the front were too late to rescue. , I can only watch them fall into the barbarian pile.