"Yes!" The candle dragon priest said truthfully: "And, they launched a holy fire priest."

The so-called sacred fire sacrifice is a grand ritual of offering sacrifices to the barbarian god. After the sacrifice, according to the degree of contribution of the sacrificial person, you can ask the barbarian king to fulfill a wish.

As long as it is not too much, the desire will often be fulfilled very efficaciously.

The purpose of the three old priests to launch priests is self-evident, and they want to achieve their goals through priests.

Of course, they dare not directly ask the barbarian **** to grant them the throne. Eight out of ten, they will ask the barbarian **** to forgive their sins. If the barbarian king shows his spirit and promises to fulfill their wish, they can take the throne in peace.

"Holy Fire Sacrifice?" Nu Tian left his chest, "expectedly! However, they were too confident in their own people."

In the process of sacrificial offering, in addition to offering sacrifices, the most important link is to gather spirits by fighting.

The most admired by the barbarian **** is force, and any sacrifice is not as satisfying to the barbarian **** as a grand and splendid fighting.

Judging from past experience, only the victorious party will win the favor of the barbarian **** and realize his wish.

Nu Tian was walking slowly to the altar, looking at the volcano with thick smoke and flames in the distance, and a hint of coldness was raised in the corner of his mouth: "Since the holy fire ritual is turned on, how can I not have the reason that my Nu Tian left the scene?"

"Go! The Seven Barbarians who have summoned me come, and I will accompany those priests and fight well!" Nu Tian said slowly.

He couldn't touch the central edge, and in the lively crowd, an iron-faced man walked with his hand.

As Xia Qingchen guessed, holding the black feathers, it is difficult to sense the idol of the wild god.

Through inquiries, Xia Qingchen came to the southwest corner, and a camp surrounded by a stone wall came into view.

When Xia Qingchen looked around, no one jumped on the stone wall and looked inside, but when he saw the prisoners with their hairs scattered, they were either tied to the stone pillars and sentenced to death, or they were imprisoned in a thorny wooden prison .

He glanced sharply around and found a cold prisoner with his hands cut and unconscious in the middle of the camp.

Tattoos on his forehead, to fulfill his identity-Hu Yifan!

"Finally found." Xia Qingchen's eyes were cold, he looked around, and found that there were few soldiers in the camp, only a few sporadic, and neglected to defend.

It is probably that the barbarian has a very high loyalty to the royal power. For the patrols belonging to the royal power, they dare not offend easily, and there are very few cases of prison.

I have to say, it is indeed Tian Xia Xia Qingchen.

He cast his body and jumped out in an instant. One thousand and four hundred feet of super-height body made him go straight to the prison like an arrow.

Click--

Under its sturdy force, the wooden prison shattered instantly.

all the best!

Xia Qingchen grabbed Hu Yifan and turned and walked away, but at this moment, the change was steep!

He turned around and realized that a crisis was coming. After years of instinctive reaction, he jumped back and forth without thinking, and gave a slap in the air.

Crackling--

A nearly thunderous explosion exploded three feet away from Xia Qingchen. The strong sound wave shook Xia Qingchen's hair, and most of his clothes turned into powder.

His body seemed to fall apart, his body sore, and there was a blood stain on the corner of his mouth that was hard to detect.

At this moment, he looked around and found out that a tall old man in a red robe was standing at a distance of ten feet, and his breath was so strong that he was approaching the peak of Xiaoyuewei!

Swish swish—

At the same time, a violent applause disturbed the people nearby, and many patrols came from all directions, and several burly young people with obvious identities came together.

"Red slave, what's going on?" a giant barbarian with a nostril dangling from a golden ring, asked with a cold face.

The old man in red robe replied: "Little master, found a man in prison."

The golden ring barbarian looked at Xia Qingchen up and down without hesitation: "What are you waiting for? Kill it!"

Among the barbarians, there are very few people who dare to go to prison.

The old man in red robe hesitated a little: "This person is very powerful, it's a pity to kill."

The golden circle barbarians stared at Xia Qingchen with disdain: "What's so great about being thin?"

If the old man in the red robe gazed at him deeply, he said seriously: "A person who can get a punch from the old slave but is only slightly injured. There are not many people in the south of our building."

Ok?

The golden circle barbarian and several young barbarians were surprised. The physical strength of the red slave had reached the peak of martial arts.

Looking at the center, few people dared to say that they could produce red slaves without serious injury.

The little barbarian in front of him can actually do this step?

"That would kill him even more!" The golden ring barbarian throbbed in his breath, so threatened, he would naturally strangle him.

The red slave sighed slightly, and he wanted to suggest that the little master should arrest him and be imprisoned as a slave, and he could be used as a slave in the future. However, the little master was afraid of more than appointment, then he could only kill it with pity.

"Kill me! You try!" Xia Qingchen decisively pulled out black feathers.

In fact, if he is willing to give up, it is better to take out a piece of **** soil, enough to crush all the people present.

However, there is no need to waste what is available.

"Wuluo Black Feather?" As soon as the feather came out, including the Red Slave, he was taken aback and looked at Xia Qingchen up and down again: "You... who is the Wulu priest?"

This feather can only be possessed by the core tribe of Wulu priests.

"Need to tell you?" Xia Qingchen said coldly.

The rest of the people were silent, and their eyes fell towards the golden ring barbarian, who had his arms around his chest and his nostrils sneered: "You can not tell others, but you must tell me! Because, I am the priest of Wuluo Eldest son! Where did your Wuluo Black Feather come from, say!"

Xia Qingchen groaned in his heart, he wanted to come to a fox and a tiger, who would have happened to be the clan of Wulu priest!

His thoughts changed, and the anxious student said: "I am the deputy leader of the rebel wolf robber, you should have heard it."

Rebel wolf?

The golden ring barbarian frowned. He heard something familiar, and suddenly thought of it, "Oh! You are the cold bandit who saved my cousin's black ghost life, aren't you?"

Xia Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know where Hu Yifan's black feathers came from. The barbarian in front of him could speak for himself. It couldn't be better.

"It turns out to be you!" The barbarian's face in the Golden Circle weakened a lot, but he still had dissatisfaction: "You are really courageous, dare to break into the center without saying, come to prison?"

Xia Qingchen said: "This person is my subordinate. I was taken away by you. I can't see that I can't die! Please also see that for the sake of this black feather, let me take him away. I will leave the center immediately. , Never come back."

His eyebrows were soothing and he looked at Xia Qingchen with a hint of appreciation. The most admired by the barbarians were the sentient warriors.

He can take the risk to save his subordinates, worthy of praise.

"Looking at the fact that you have a life-saving grace for the Wuwu family, take the person with you and leave immediately!" So, he decided to let Xia Qingchen go.

Xia Qingchen clenched his fists, carried Hu Yifan and turned to prepare to go.

But, with a flower in front of him, the red slave stood in front of him, and his eyes were deep: "Slow! Little master, just let him go? Everything he said is just his side, who knows who he is?"

The little master is cheating, he is not so easy to fool. (More at night)