"Woah..." A burst of cheers sounded in the distance, and a dozen strong men from the Page Stone tribe were seen carrying a deer beast covered with black scales emerging from the weeds. There was joy on his face.
Lu Xiaotian smiled when he saw it. This scale deer is a kind of wild animal with extremely delicious meat. Moreover, it is rare that this scale deer has great benefits for improving the strength of the Yeshi clan. However, the Yeshi clan cannot use the method to roast the scaled deer. If you eat it directly after it is cooked, the spiritual power in the scaled deer will naturally not be fully utilized, and most of it will even dissipate. Naturally, the improvement in the strength of the Yeshi people is extremely limited. Although his spiritual intelligence is not high and his understanding is a little low, if he can practice the method, he will be able to break through to the level of becoming a god.
The Yeshi people roasted their food in the fire. Lu Xiaotian took an elixir and meditated to recover the consumed spiritual consciousness. This refining of the magnetic gold liquid was originally a job that a strong person in the Fusion Realm should do. Lu Xiaotian's current realm forced him to do it, and the consumption was also Quite big. Especially when the magic power and blood gang power cannot keep up, how to use the only power to the extreme will naturally consume more spiritual consciousness. Even with the current strength of Lu Xiaotian's Yuan Shen, he feels quite tired.
"Ouch..." A middle-aged couple presented roasted deer legs to Lu Xiaotian on a wooden tray. A pair of hind legs is the most delicious part. This middle-aged couple seems to be a little smarter than other clan members. Lu Xiaotian doesn't understand the language spoken in their clan, but they can roughly judge what the other party means from their actions.
Lu Xiaotian accepted the pair of deer legs, tore off a piece of deer meat with his hands and put it into his mouth. Seeing Lu Xiaotian's acceptance, the middle-aged couple retreated with smiles on their faces and shared the roasted prey with the clansmen.
The life of the Yeshi tribe is extremely simple. After filling their stomachs, there will be some activities among the tribesmen. They will open their mouths and make a sound, which looks like they are singing some simple songs to celebrate.
It was at this moment that seventeen or eight of the Yeshi clan members suddenly fell down one after another. Suddenly, waves of voluptuous red spots appeared on his body. And the erythema is spreading rapidly.
Suddenly, the Yeshi clan members panicked, and more people were falling. In a moment, most of the hundreds of clan members had fallen. Most of those who fell were adult men and women. Only the elderly and young children were spared at this time.
"Ugh..." When the oldest members of the Yeshi tribe saw this scene in front of them, they let out a mournful cry and bowed their heads to the vast world in the distance. There were tears in his eyes. The younger children cried helplessly beside their parents, trying to wake them up from their deep sleep.
Lu Xiaotian's eyes suddenly became sharp. Who would dare to spare such a small and uncontested tribe and cast such a cruel curse? This is to bring the Yeshi tribe to the tribe.
Lu Xiaotian's body flew up from the simple ox cart. Landing in the center of the crowd, his spiritual consciousness swept over everyone's bodies for a while, and found that it was not that these old people and young children did not have this strange power in their bodies, it was just that the attacks were not as vigorous and fast. Over time, they all had Sleep under this curse.
"Using such power to deal with a tribe that has nothing to do with the world is a bit too vicious." Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly, and immediately sat down in the void, holding the magic formula with his left hand, and the palm of his right hand was stretched out on the side of his right face.
At this time, the voluptuous red spots on the bodies of the strong men and women who had been cursed began to spread out in all directions. Traces of red mist formed, and these red mist twisted to form vicious demon shapes, looking like they were choosing people to devour.
In this wilderness, there was a chaotic dance of demons. All the strong men and women of the shale clan were unconscious. The old man was in tears and cried bitterly on the ground. The young children were crying helplessly for their parents one after another. The red mist seemed to turn this place into a hell on earth.
Moomani...the sound of the Buddha's horns was like a sudden bell ringing in the darkness, knocking into the hearts of these despairing Stone Clan members. At this time, the old people and young children, who were gradually drowsy with the power of the curse in their bodies, were originally drowsy, but the sudden sound of the Buddha's trumpet was like a ray of light, tearing through the darkness shrouded in their hearts.
The demons formed by the red mist suddenly screamed when they heard the Buddha's call. He bared his teeth and claws at Lu Xiaotian, looking like he wanted to tear Lu Xiaotian alive. Lu Xiaotian looked calm, stretched out his right palm, and seven exquisite small towers appeared in the palm of his hand and kept spinning, with bursts of Sanskrit sounds inside.
In each ancient silver demon-suppressing tower, a relic with different aura shines and emerges from the tower. The seven demon-suppressing towers are divided into different parts of the town. The relics fly from the top of the tower and gather on top of Lu Xiaotian's head. It keeps spinning slowly.
At this time, red light glowed in the bodies of each page stone clan. After instinctively sensing the threat, each one emerged from the body and gathered together to form a huge demon shape. The devil, who was originally unusually tall, was now shrouded in the brilliance of the Demon Suppressing Tower. Instead, Lu Xiaotian's slightly thin figure gave people a feeling of admiration.
"The Stone Clan is the product of evil fate. It is the shame of the Stone Demon and is not tolerated by heaven and earth. You were born with the power of a curse. Where did you come from? How dare you meddle in other people's business." The red demon was shrouded in Buddha's light. Within it, he couldn't get out even after fighting left and right, and he suddenly roared in embarrassment.
"Every living thing is born with God's will. You are just an evil heretic, a cursed evil spirit. You dare to speak nonsense about heaven and earth. You are not ashamed." Lu Xiaotian said quietly, "Since I have touched you, I will destroy you, a cursed evil spirit. , who can stand up to me?"
"How dare you!" the devil roared.
"Why don't you dare? I want you to die. Who can save you?" Lu Xiaotian smiled lightly. He was just a cursed spirit. If he continued to lurk in the body of the Yeshi tribe, he would not be able to completely eliminate it. At this time, in order to deal with him, he did not expect that it was beyond the opponent's ability.
If the other party wants to go back, it won't be that easy. Without the cursed spirit, the strong men and women who had been unconscious woke up one after another, and the drowsy old man and young children also recovered their spirits as before. However, when they saw this red demon, they felt a burst of fear from the bottom of their hearts. Obviously, this demon The threat to them has lasted for more than a day or two. But when they saw Lu Xiaotian, who was calm and exuding waves of pure Zen aura, these Yeshi clan members couldn't help but have the idea of paying homage to him.
After the cursed spirit came out of the body of the Yeshi tribesmen, the original confused and chaotic expressions on the faces of the Yeshi tribesmen had disappeared. Just looking at the expressions, they were no different from ordinary people. It’s just that the emotions on the faces of these Sheishi tribe members changed.
Lu Xiaotian stretched out his right palm, and a series of Buddhist and Taoist seals covered the huge red demon.
The elders at the head suddenly bowed their heads to Lu Xiaotian in the light of Buddha, with tears streaming down their faces, "We, the Yeshi people, were born into a world that cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth. We have lived here for thousands of years, and we cannot escape the curse. At this time, When the entire clan suffered, the Saint came to relieve the suffering of the Yeshi tribe for thousands of years. Since the birth of the Yeshi tribe, it has been abandoned by hundreds of tribes. Only the Saint showed mercy. Regardless of success or failure in this battle, the Yeshi tribe will always remember it. The saint’s grace will never be forgotten in all our lives!”
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