He groaned inwardly and secretly said: "No?"

Holding a fluke, he searched carefully in his arms. He believed that he would not be so unlucky. How could it be so coincident that the badge was lost from the tear?

But, after not searching for a long time, he was shocked by cold sweat, and immediately opened the space ninja, wondering if he remembered it wrongly and put it in the wrong position.

But in the space nirvana, there is also nothing.

The eyes of the many barbarian patrols in awe were gradually changing, and the eyes of the tall woman slowly cooled down. She wiped the residual blood that had not dried up in the corner of her mouth, and said coldly: "Master, have you found it?"

Hu Yifan met his eyes, drummed straight in his heart, and quickly said: "Don't worry, I'll find it again."

He went all over and out, looking inside and out again, but he couldn't take out the black feathers.

The barbarians were already irritable and their patience was quickly exhausted. The tall woman did not know when she held the scimitar diagonally across her waist and said lightly, "Are you all right?"

Hu Yifan's face was pale and stiff: "Wait... wait again, still looking."

"No! Let's find it for you!" The tall woman pulled out her machete, her face somber: "Catch him!"

Brush brush——

A group of burly big men immediately stepped forward to detain Hu Yifan.

They stripped off Hu Yifan's clothes, and poured out all the contents of his space ninja and placed them in front of Hu Yifan.

"You don't have a badge!" The barbarian carrying a scimitar, coldly overlooking Hu Yifan.

The latter was faceless and said quickly: "The badge may have been lost, but as long as you take me to see the nephew of the Wulu priest, he will recognize me."

"Will you see him? Okay." A brutal color struck the woman's face, and she suddenly put down the machete on her shoulder and split it with a knife.

The cold light flashed, Hu Yifan's right ear was cut off with a knife, and the blood was suddenly splattered. The pain of the heart-breaking lung made Hu Yifan yell: "I didn't lie! I really know the nephew of the Wulu priest."

He didn’t say that. Fortunately, the female brutal face flashed fiercely, recalling that he had been deceived by him just now, holding him to the scene of bullying, squeezing his machete, and coldly saying, "Cut his hand!"

The barbarians immediately pressed Hu Yifan on the ground, showing their hands, and the barbarians disgusted, "I just felt comfortable with these two hands? Then, you have to pay the price!"

She drew her knife decisively, chopping off both hands with a flash of cold light!

"Ah!!!" Hu Yifan's eyes were so painful that he rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

The female barbarian only withdrew the machete and hummed: "Grab it back and torture it! Press him out!"

She apparently regarded Hu Yifan and the body of a ship as the people who killed their patrol.

"The rest of you continue to search for me!" As the barbarian ordered, the birds spread in all directions, looking for more possible live mouths.

Until it took several hours to search through the thousands of miles.

"Close the team!" The female barbarian took the team right away, but did not know that two figures disguised as bark appeared and quickly returned to the team in the distance.

"Sir, Hu Yifan was captured by the female barbarian." The two were naturally Xia Qingchen's disguised soldiers.

Xia Qingchen frowned slightly, but that was a little troublesome.

The whereabouts of Ping Xing, only Hu Yifan knew that he could not die in the hands of the barbarians.

"Sang Yu, you lead the team to the foot of the volcano, and always listen to my orders." Xia Qingchen gritted her teeth slightly.

"Yes! Master, you?" Sang Yu asked.

Xia Qingchen held the black feather in his hand and said lightly: "Hell!"

Although there is a barbarian **** statue that senses foreigners in the center, but with this feather addition, it should be able to shield the induction and be free to enter and exit the center.

Sang Yu was shocked, but this place is in the middle of Lounan's border. Isn't he afraid to escape from the robbery here?

"Implement the order!" Xia Qingchen finished, and went to the center alone. Before reaching the center, across the broad Ziyun River, Xia Qingchen put on an iron face.

His facial features are so different from those of a rough barbarian that he can recognize them at a glance.

As for the figure, it doesn't matter. Not all of the barbarians are tall. Some weak barbarians are about the same as him.

Putting black feathers in his arms, Xia Qingchen crossed the Ziyun River casually.

The other side of the river belongs to the central area, and it is also the sensing area of ​​the gods and gods.

Just stepping ashore, Xia Qingchen did feel a faint wave of sweeping across her body, but after the wave touched the black feathers, it bounced back silently without causing any vision.

He sighed slightly, unaware of the towering altar, a burly man with a stone axe and a snakeskin fur coat, suddenly opened his eyes.

Behind him stood a huge statue full of wildness and a sense of flood.

Layers of aura, shining around the statue.

That is the statue of the barbarian god.

He held a war sword in his left hand, and a colorful flame in his right hand. The flame jumped slightly, and the faint light reflected the entire hall.

That flame is the torch of the barbarian!

The middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in front of the statue is Xia Qingchen's Lou Nanjing priest who has had several ties. This month, he sat on the altar and guarded the holy fire.

He suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at the statue behind him. It looks like the statue is still the same, but somehow, just moments ago, he heard a slight click from inside the statue.

It seems that the inside of the statue has cracked!

"It's my heart," said the priest confused, walking around the statue without any damage.

As everyone knows, the top of the statue he can't see has cracked a finger-width crack!

"Candle Dragon Priest, what are you talking about?" Outside, there was a light laughter.

The candle dragon priest fixed his eyes and immediately stepped forward, his right fist resting slightly in front of his chest: "Army!"

As the ten priests, he even gave such a solemn courtesy to Nu Tian.

"Let's stay flat." Nu Tianyi stepped up to the statue and slowly sat down in front of the statue, the black iron throne that only Lou Nan could sit on.

The candle dragon priest looked in his eyes and said, "Army division, the barbarian king has gone."

Nu Tianyi picked up the golden crown left in front of the throne and slowly put it on his head, writing lightly: "Well, a hundred years later, the barbarians no longer need him to take shelter, we have accumulated the power of a unified three realms! "

The candle dragon priest looked at the slave heavenly crown wearing the crown, and knelt down slowly, knocking his head and said: "See the barbarian king!"

Lou Nanjing's throne finally returned to the descendants of the barbarian god.

"A hundred years have passed. Probably, not all priests would like me to regain control of the king in the same vein?" Nu Tian said with a smile.

The candle dragon priest said: "There are only three of the ten priests who support you, four are neutral, and three..."

He didn't go on, Nu Tian refused to take it for granted: "There are three remaining, want to be a new generation of barbarian king, right?"

Ya Wushen broke the history of Lou Nan who was dominated by descendants of barbaric gods in the past, and made the three high priests think.

Since an outsider of Yawu God can become King of Lounan, why can't they? (I will change it tonight, I will make it up tomorrow morning)