I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

Aman Xing raised his hand and launched a signal firework, the red flame burst into the sky and exploded a bloody savage word, and then with a backhand wave, he threw a large roll of skin into the air, spreading for several feet in the wind. It's one foot long!

This is a picture scroll, on which the essence and blood of the early savage gods outlines a portrait of 108 people. It is the patriarch of the 108th tribe of Nanban who followed the early savage god!

This thing is very powerful, it can be called a great saint spirit soldier, just this dead thing can be comparable to a saint sitting in town!

The scroll unfolded, and the figures of 108 people on it seemed to be alive, and a series of heroic spirits rushed out of the scroll to fight.

Inside this scroll is the heroic spirit that had been sealed after the death of the 108 patriarchs!

These one hundred and eight top masters turned into heroic spirits blessed by the blood of the first generation of wild gods. The power of fighting together is no less than that of an existence who has just ascended the holy realm, and can be referred to by the immortal ancestor at the peak of the holy realm. The next is not enough.

The one hundred and eight heroic spirits rushed into the air and fell with the finger of the immortal ancestor, and the power of the heroic spirits that met the supreme saint instantly melted like snow, turning into streams of light and returning to the leather scroll, and could not stop it. One finger for a moment.

In the end, even the leather roll itself trembled, resisting it for a while until cracks appeared before it was unable to close it down, and the light was restrained and flat.

At the same time, in a temple and an ancestral hall in the core of southern Xinjiang, with a series of bloody savage fireworks from far to near like a beacon tower, the repair of the Nanban who stayed here received a signal and activated A certain formation in the ancestral hall.

Suddenly, the three tall idols in the ancestral hall vibrated, and even the earth rumbling. The people who stayed behind bowed to these three vibrating idols, and a certain powerful force was slowly rising above them, which seemed to be ancient. And the powerful existence is slowly awakening.

After a while, the voices of three people came out of thin air in the ancestral hall.

"Xiansheng's formation has been repaired."

"In our current state, I'm afraid I can't stop it..."

"So what! Stop if you can't stop!"

When the sound fell, three pillars of light suddenly rose above the three statues in the ancestral hall, and the three powerful and coercive belonging to the saints filled the sky.

After a while, three slightly illusory figures emerged from the three beams of light.

The first is a middle-aged man with tall, strong muscles and naked torso, a dark brown complexion like a common barbarian, and looks extremely majestic.

The second figure is taller and even slightly bloated. It looks like a small mountain, but there is no fat on his body. The skin color is much lighter than the skin of the common barbarian. The yellow is white and the face is white. The wild and fierce look.

The third man, on the other hand, became thinner and skinny. He was an old man with white beard and hair and red complexion, but he looked kind and kind, but his whole body was burning with a hot fire.

The three of them walked out of the beam of light, and in one step they came to the outer battlefield of southern Xinjiang, thousands of miles away, and the three of Nanban Zhixiujian who appeared on the battlefield also bowed to him.

Lin Meng recognized the identities of these three people as soon as they were the first barbarian god Gu Lie, the second barbarian god Rong Shanrong, and the third barbarian god Chi Cang!

This is the remnant spirit of the three barbarians who left behind to be enshrined and blessed by the barbarians!

The appearance of the three barbarians from ancient times made the barbarian people on the field calm, but Lin Meng was still worried.

The breath of these three savage gods is not in full bloom, in Lin Meng's view, in their current state, they want to block the immortal ancestor who was repaired by the universal saint.

The heroic spirits of the three savage gods appeared, and without a word, they put on the finger of the immortal ancestor who was slowly pressing down, but Lin Meng expected that the remaining heroic spirits of the three savage gods were not the one finger of the immortal ancestor. opponent.

After sighing helplessly, the old man of the third generation of the three barbarians with the worst strength, unable to resist, his whole body gradually faded and disappeared, turning into a wisp of smoke and returning to the ancestral statue in the core of southern Xinjiang.

The second generation of savage gods also gradually became weak, and the huge body like a small hill was pierced directly from the abdomen by the ancestor's finger, and after a grunt, he showed unwillingness and anger, and then dispersed back to the ancestral temple.

The strongest First Generation Barbarian God can support the longest but can hardly support it. As the two Barbarian Gods disperse one after another, although the First Generation Barbarian God can still resist the pressure of the immortal ancestor, cracks gradually appeared throughout his body.

After another moment, the tall body of the first generation god was already covered with cracks like fragile porcelain, and it collapsed in less than a breath, and turned into a wisp of smoke and returned to the god statue until the last moment. Still staring at the depressed finger in front of him, there was no fluctuation in his expression nor the slightest noise.

The barbarian god is the spiritual support of the barbarian people. The dissipation and retreat of the three barbarian gods greatly reduced the morale of the barbarians on the battlefield, and even many people felt fear and powerlessness.

After all, it’s not really a savage god comparable to a saint, it’s just the heroic spirits formed by the remnants of the soul they left behind. The strength is less than one-tenth of its peak strength. Facing the immortal ancestor who is stronger than them, he can It's not easy to sustain such a long time.

The three barbaric spirits dissipated, and the immortal ancestor's finger slowly pressed down again. The Aman star, who had the opportunity to escape from this finger range during the time the barbarian spirit appeared, was still riding on the horse, located in this terrifying finger. Right below it was motionless.

There is no word back in the dictionary of the barbarian, and as a barbarian god, he can't back!

U Mu Tuo on the side was anxious and impatient, grabbing Aman Xing's wrist and trying to take him away.

"Master Barbaric God! Please leave here, you are the hope of our Barbarians, and there must be no accidents!"

But Amanxing shook off U Mu Tuo's palm, raised his head and glared at the slowly depressed saint's finger, and uttered four words sonorously.

"I am a savage god!"

U Mu Tuo was stunned, then patted his left chest with his right hand, and bowed his head to Aman Xing deeply. He also stood motionless, facing the ruining saint with a finger.

Wherever the barbarian god is, he is there, and the barbarian god will never retreat, and the people of the barbarian tribe will never retreat.This is the belief of the barbarian and the glory of the barbarian!No one in the entire barbarians chose to escape at this moment!

At this moment, Aman Xing slowly pulled out a dagger and pointed at the Xianzu who was slowly pressing down in the air.

Lin Meng frowned upon seeing this, and said in confusion:

"Could it be that this dagger is also an ancestor tool? Although it has the power of the scroll and the heroic spirits of the three savage gods to consume this finger, the current immortal ancestor Yizhi still has the person who severely inflicted the first ascent to the holy realm, obliterating anyone The power of the Profound Enlightenment Realm master is not so easy to resist."

The next moment, Aman Xing, who was under the finger of Xian Ancestor, suddenly used this dagger into his chest, into his heart, and all the blades were lost.

Lin Meng was stunned, not knowing what to say, and what exactly the four generations of the barbarian god wanted to do.

It would be too bad for you to commit suicide if you fail to fight.

Seeing the solemn expression of Amanxing's face, he pulled out the dagger in his chest and lifted it to the sky, blood spurted out suddenly, and the red blade was dripping blood.

"With my blood, blood stains the sky!"

The barbarians cried out mournfully as soon as these words appeared.

"Master Barbaric God!"