Xing Ba didn't even dare to fight back.
He wasn't sure if Xie Tian's warning would work if he fought back.
If it didn't work, he would die for sure.
Bang bang …
Bang bang …
Bang bang …
His vision kept changing. One moment he was in the sky, the next moment he was on the ground. One moment he was smashed into the mountain, and the next moment he was smashed into the sparkling lake …
But his mood didn't change.
Fear, shock, grievance, panic …
Lying on the ground, Xing Ba didn't move as he watched the 28 people disappear.
He didn't even dare to heal himself, fearing that the 28 people would appear again and beat him back to his original state.
Not long after, he struggled to get up. With trembling steps, he left the foot of the mountain of the Shi tribe. He didn't have the calmness he had when he came.
Hou Hao and the other priests of the eight tribes looked at each other in dismay.
He went to show off, but he was killed.
They seemed to see Xing Ba's heart, which was even more broken than his body …
Xing Jie sighed heavily. He looked at Xing Fu with pity in his eyes.
'Little kid, they didn't want to deal with you, so they directly dealt with your father …'
"In less than a year, he broke the Desolate Lock Array …"
As for Hou Hao, he was even more shocked.
Because when the Ancestor set up the Desolate Lock Array, which was the Supreme Array Xie Tian had mentioned, he had said that according to his judgment, Xie Tian would need at least ten years to completely break the array.
For a moment, the eight priests were a bit dispirited. They didn't have the mood to watch the battle anymore. Their minds were filled with Xie Tian's figure.
Another day of battle came to an end.
On this day, the tribes finally let out a sigh of relief.
Because no more warriors' bodies were sent into the basin.
Most people were excitedly guessing that the sorcerer had left.
Only a few people knew that the sorcerer had left forever.
But they also knew that the sorcerer would come again.
And this was also the reason why Xie Tian appeared in front of Hou Hao again.
"You see, this is how much I love you." Hou Hao smiled kindly, "Fifty-nine sorcerers were all killed in a breath. Could you do that before?"
Xie Tian didn't bother to respond to the shamelessness of the other and directly stated his intention.
"What is the sorcerer?"
"Sorcery …" Hou Hao was in a trance. "It's a group of priests who have lost themselves …"
When the Ancestor of Witchcraft led the ancestors to struggle in the Primordial World, there were priests.
Each of the Twelve Ancestral Sorcerers was a leader and a High Priest.
The leader was responsible for all matters related to the battle.
The priests were responsible for educating, offering sacrifices, and guiding the people of the tribe to live a better life …
It could be said that eighty percent of the rise and fall of a Shaman tribe depended on the Priests.
Most of the priests were good.
Once they lost themselves, they would lose everything. For the tribe's will, great power would only be used to destroy everything.
…
Hou Hao said a lot.
Xie Tian stacked the contents of the other party's words in his mind, forming a rather clear image.
This figure was Fa Wu.
The moment his figure appeared, he understood why even Hou Shuo was so afraid of Law Shaman.
This was also very obvious.
If a priest could become the guide of a tribe, then a lost priest would naturally become the destroyer of a tribe.
Relatively speaking, witches were even more terrifying than priests.
The power of the priests was used to guide the survival of the tribe.
On the other hand, the Law Shaman's aim was to destroy everything.
"No weaknesses."
Hou Hao looked at Xie Tian meaningfully and said these four words.
Xie Tian did not smile.
He understood that Hou Hao was testing him.
Hou Hao hoped that he could tell him the reason why he could easily solve the problem of Law Shaman, so that the Continent of Witchcraft could really prosper.
"You can't do it."
It was not that Xie Tian was arrogant, nor was it that he did not want to say it.
But who could be like him, the real three of himself?
Therefore, even Hou Shuo did not dare to touch the Law Shaman's soul, which would cause him to lose himself, was just a pile of shit in front of him — except that it was a little dirty when he grabbed it, there was no other harm.
"What are you going to do?"
This was a question worth thinking about.
"During the time of the first High Priest, all the High Priests knew about this." Hou Hao's expression became serious. "In the past, when worshiping the Ancestor of Witchcraft, Law Shaman would not disturb us, but this time is different …"
"It has something to do with Xing Sha's Bone Token?"
Hou Hao glanced at Xie Tian. "You know a lot. The Bone Token is indeed the key, so this time, Law Shaman will not make a small fuss. They will cut off all means of retreat."
Xie Tian asked, "You originally planned to stall for time and try to complete the worshiping of the Ancestor of Witchcraft?"
"If not, what else could we do?" Hou Hao chuckled, a little desolate. "Everyone wants to go home. Seeing that we are about to leave, how could they not be anxious?"
"I see."
Hou Hao smiled. "But now that you are here, the situation is different."
Xie Tian did not smile. He said softly, "Don't forget, there are wild beasts."
Hou Hao was stunned and fell into deep thought.
At this moment, he realized that wild beasts could not be ignored either.
And the reason was because of Hou Yu's three years of dominance.
"Take your time to think about it." Xie Tian stood up and left. "If I can do it, I will cooperate with you."
"Thank you."
Hou Hao was a little touched.
The other party was so loyal. Thinking of his own shamelessness, he felt a little ashamed.
But the next moment, he fell into shameless thinking about how to maximize Xie Tian's power.
Xing Tribe.
Xiao Chan's courtyard.
Xie Tian released his power again.
Wu Shang continued to consolidate his cultivation that he had just broken through and refined the remaining Heaven's Envy in his body.
Xiao Chan continued to cultivate in seclusion, trying to break through to the peak of the Illusionary Divine stage.
He wanted to spend more time with Xiao Chan, but after thinking about the Shi tribe, he still chose to go back.
As soon as he reached the door, he saw Xing Sha.
"Brother Xing Sha."
"Ha, Brother Xie Tian!"
Xing Sha smiled more warmly than the first time. He patted Xie Tian's shoulder in a friendly manner. Just as he was about to say some friendly words, his hand froze in mid-air. He looked at Xie Tian in fear.
Xie Tian said seriously, "You guessed it right. There is a sorcerer's soul on my shoulder."
"Ahhhhh, Xie Tian, you bastard …"
For an entire incense's time, Xie Tian watched as Xing Sha's soul devoured the Primordial Spirit and the Primordial Spirit struggled to fend off the Primordial Spirit. After that, he recalled his soul and left the area.
"Thank you, Brother Xing Sha!"
In response to Xie Tian, Xing Sha cursed, still in a state of shock.
"Xie Tian, screw you!"
The Shi tribe was still immersed in sorrow.
Shi Quan blamed himself even more.
It was as if the old sorcerer had died in his hands.
Xie Tian didn't comfort Shi Quan.
There was no need.
He knew that even if Shi Quan had this idea, the next time he needed more people, he would still send more people until he was sent.
Because the pursuit of a sorcerer was not only to survive but also to live a glorious life.
The root of sorrow came from being weak.
However, even as strong as Xie Tian was, he couldn't turn weakness into strength.
The only thing he could do was to destroy the strong who bullied the weak.
"Destruction …"
Xie Tian flipped his right hand, and 59 extremely ferocious Shaman Souls that seemed to want to destroy everything appeared.
"I'll let you see what real destruction is …"
Muttering coldly, Xie Tian's left eye suddenly turned gray.
A wisp of real destruction overflowed.
The world mourned.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
