The ancestral land of the barbarians stretches for more than 1,300 miles, covering three mountains, four rivers, and eight valleys. The ethnic groups' buildings range from primitive wooden houses to prosperous pavilions, but they are all filled with a strong atmosphere of rudeness and barbarism.
At the beginning, there were more than 11.1 million barbarian tribesmen, and there were many masters. However, a few ancestors brought a large number of holy masters to the north to conquer the human race. The young masters also led the young men to attack Baizuyuan, and constantly transferred manpower along the way. Of the 7,788 people who were killed in 1998, there are now only 2 to 3 million ordinary clan members left.
The night sky is dotted with stars.
The clan was in full swing at the moment. The child who had quarreled with Suhu in the valley, the seventh-generation young master Su Fan, had grown into a muscular young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, sitting cross-legged on a big tiger-skin chair. , sipping sweet wine.
Surrounded by hundreds of barbarian elders.
On the stove in the middle, a huge saber-toothed tiger was skinned and roasted until it was sizzling with oil.
Dozens of long-legged barbarian girls were singing and dancing around the fire.
"boom!"
Su Fan suddenly threw away the wine vessel and slapped the handrail hard, "Other ethnic groups have gone to the north to conquer the human race and captured countless trophies. Only my barbarian tribe has so many warriors crowded into the Baizuyuan to attack one person. Ever since I was a child, I haven’t killed anyone until now, and so many clansmen have been killed in the battle. What are Grandpa Suhu and Grandpa Suxing doing to eat? It’s really useless!”
The barbarian elders around looked at each other in confusion. An elder with white beard and hair sighed and said, "Young Master Su Fan, do you know how ferocious that man is?"
Su Fan said: "I secretly watched him ten years ago, but he was just a skinny human saint. I think he is just ordinary!"
"Common?" The elder said helplessly: "Young Master Xiu Xing said that this person is a monster of the human race, a sage with extraordinary talents, good at killing, and only one can be born in the human race in a thousand years!"
"Fart!" Su Fan was furious, "Even if I only have Yang Realm cultivation, if he dares to come, I will still dare to fight with him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a tattered figure coming from a distance. It flashed over the headless statue of the ancestor, the sacred object of the clan, and dropped a cluster of water!
"who is he?"
Su Fan stood up suddenly.
Naturally, a group of elders also saw it. The elder with white beard and hair shrank his eyes and shouted angrily: "Human invasion, kill! Kill him!"
"boom……"
Thousands of barbarian warriors flew out from buildings in all directions at extremely fast speeds, heading straight to kill the man, as if...
The grand scene of thousands of arrows shooting at the target.
"This is the guy, kill, kill, kill! Kill with me!"
Su Fan was inexplicably excited. He pulled several elders beside him and rushed forward together. A silver-white sky-opening ax in his hand shone with the unique Yang Realm light. Although he was a step slower, he was still the same as the warriors of the tribe. Together we got below the man.
The elder with white beard and hair on the side has a single braid blowing in the wind on the back of his head, and there is a trace of sadness in his eyes. When this person comes here, I'm afraid...
He suddenly held Su Fan's wrist: "Young Master, run away with me, don't be willful!"
Su Fan shook him off with all his strength, his face flushed with excitement: "Fart! How can there be so many people afraid of him? If I kill him, I will be the number one young master!"
He even held the mountain-opening silver ax tightly.
We're close, we're about to touch that person!
Why is he indifferent? You bastard will die faster!
Su Fan already had a premonition of the feeling of the ax in his hand chopping the man's bones.
The next moment, the high-ranking man lowered his head and glanced down.
With just one glance, Su Fan felt weak all over and his soul was trembling.
What kind of eyes are those, as deep as the eternal deep pool of the Qinglin tribe, as if there are one million or ten million souls crawling inside, and like the endless murderous intention coming out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.
"You can't scare me!"
Su Fan tried hard to convince himself, roared and raged, and used all his strength to strike with an axe. This ax definitely used what he had learned all his life and the crazy shouting in his heart to kill him, kill him...
However, the man casually slapped a halberd as if "throwing something", and the gilded halberd shone with a different kind of sharpness.
Immediately afterwards, there was an overwhelming force, as terrifying as the force coming from the barbarian holy mountain, and the roar of nine colors of true energy.
This power is as broad as the legendary sea.
The warriors of the ethnic group rushing towards them from all directions are as fragile as the poor dead leaves in late autumn. They fly back faster as they go away.
Houses and buildings stretching for hundreds of miles below were collapsed, and the bodies of the warriors were scattered like camphor tree seeds.
The silver ax in Su Fan's hand has fallen to the ground, and he fell to the ground as if he was bombarded by a mountain.
Why did I fly away without him touching me?
Why can't I feel my lower body?
He subconsciously lowered his head and found that his chest was bloody, with a few bloody bones poking out, and his stomach and legs were missing.
There seemed to be an elder holding him while vomiting blood.
"Elder Aweng, this man is so scary. I can't kill him at all. I'm afraid..."
He subconsciously wanted to speak, but his mouth was filled with blood.
He suddenly wanted to see if the man was very proud, but saw that the man's big halberd smashed the statue of the greatest ancestor of the tribe, and the figure did nothing and disappeared into the night sky.
"boom!"
He fell to the ground, vomiting blood, and his vision was dark.
"Young Master Su Fan..."
The elder with white hair and beard had both legs broken and his sea of pills shattered. While vomiting blood, he moved the remaining bones, got close to Su Fan, picked him up with both hands, and cried loudly: "You are still young, the high priest said, you have the power of the Holy Lord." Talent, you still have a long way to go in the future, but you shouldn't... You don't know how terrifying the masters of the human race are, just like our ancestors have been suppressed by the human race for countless thousands of years. This man has blocked us for nineteen years. He is not an ordinary human race. He can't be beaten. No way..."
He vomited blood again, hugged Su Fan's corpse, closed his eyes, and gradually lost his breath.
…
Entry to the Great Sage: 93/100.
In the night sky, Xin Zhuo looked into the moon-watching well and sighed.
He has no interest in the young masters or elders of the barbarian tribe. Didn't Suhu die the same way? The human race is different, with countless casualties.
He cares more about his own cultivation.
After running for seven days, I arrived at the barbarian territory. I killed at least thirty different ethnic groups, large and small, along the way. Including the large tribe of barbarians, I accumulated 2 points after entering the territory.
He expected that there would be sacrifices to the spirits and the destruction of ten barbarian tribes.
There are ten major clans in Baizuyuan, and there seem to be nine more around?
This feeling of leveling up from monsters is great!
A smile appeared on his face.
…
Three days later.
The Qinglin tribe's inherited sacred objects were destroyed, and the young master, young master, elders and others killed a thousand and eight people.
Six days later.
The inheritance of the Xingyue Clan is destroyed!
Ten days later.
The inheritance of the Snowwing clan was destroyed.
More than two thousand "birdmen" were massacred.
Thirteen days later.
The Wushi tribe was destroyed.
Nineteen days later.
The white hydroxyl clan was destroyed.
Twenty-five days later.
The Hu Ling tribe was destroyed.
…
In just over a month, the entire 30,000-mile foreign land in southern Xinjiang was in shambles, with mourners everywhere.
These alien races were originally protected by holy objects. Unfortunately, the holy objects were already in the hands of those who attacked Xin Zhuo, so they could not exert their maximum power.
Things in this world have always been about blessings and misfortunes. The foreign race has spent all its resources and almost destroyed the human race in the past twenty years. Don't you know that the back of your home is empty and extremely fragile, and the human race can also be destroyed?
Just like Xin Zhuo was chased for 30,000 miles by a group of foreign sages and saints. He seemed to be in a desperate situation, but in fact, wasn't it his chance?
…
"Fuck...this bastard bastard..."
Sun Kongkong, Jue Tiansi, and the princess of the ancient tribe were chasing and intercepting Xin Zhuo. However, this bastard Xin Zhuo seemed to be a road idiot. He had no plan or logic at all. He killed where he was and his chaotic walking route was impossible to figure out. This person destroyed the inheritance of foreign races too fast, and his family was more than ten years old.
Who has seen this kind of offensive method and domineering killing power?
The key point is, why does he only look for other people’s inherited sacred objects to destroy? Does he know that if that thing is destroyed, the clan will be destroyed?
The tragic scenes along the way made the hearts of a group of foreign sages and saints bleed.
It’s over!
If Xin Zhuo makes such a fuss, even if the human race is destroyed in the future, there will still be disputes between the alien races.
My clan has been wiped out. I want more treasures of heaven, earth, materials and geomantic omen. I want more genius girls from the human race to reproduce for future generations...
What if, the ancestors of all races who were wiped out will return regardless of...
(End of chapter)
