I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

Lin Meng watched Amanxing's bizarre action on the field, his eyes shrunk, and he saw it immediately. This is a blood sacrifice or something like a blood sacrifice, or a sacrifice with his own heart and blood!

Amanxing's voice fell, and a layer of blood was immediately enveloped in the clear sky, as if the entire sky was stained with blood, on which there were bursts of powerful power accumulating, and thunder bursts in the red sky.

"It's not easy to seize the heavens for one's own use when using the blood sacrifice technique to tamper with the sky!"

Lin Meng sighed, and saw Aman star on horseback again inserting the dagger into the heart of his chest again. The immature boy seemed to feel no pain in his body, his eyes were firm and angry, and he looked straight. Xianzu, who was slowly falling into the air, couldn't move a half inch with his finger.

"With my blood, blood feeds wild spirits!"

Amanxing pulled out the dagger again. This time, bursts of light blue smoke rose above the land of southern Xinjiang, condensing into a series of illusory soul bodies, the number is even far more than the tens of thousands of art, almost full The whole land of southern Xinjiang!

Lin Meng could not help being shocked, exclaimed:

"Is this summoning back the heroic spirits of all the barbarians who died in this land since the inception of the barbarians? There are so many!"

The heroic spirits of these light blue soul bodies are not strong in individual strength, only comparable to the horizontal and vertical realms, or even almost, but they can't stand such a large number.

These countless heroes raised their heads and roared in unison. Although the roar was inaudible to the flesh, it seemed silent, but it shocked the soul.

"quite!"

"quite!"

"quite!"

Countless heroic spirits shouted three barbaric words, and Amanxing fiercely inserted the dagger into his chest and heart for the third time, and pulled it out again.

"With my blood, sacrifice the barbarians with blood!"

At this time, a totem with blood-colored brilliance appeared on Amanxing’s back. Unlike the totem art of other barbarians, the totem on Amanxing’s back was not an alien totem, but a barbarian 100 A picture of the barbarians patterned by the blood of the eight tribes!

This picture is extremely detailed. It depicts the life of the barbarians, including children playing, elders sneaking, men hunting, women sang weaving, and even fighting each other to worship barbarians.

As soon as this picture appeared, a pillar of vitality and blood gathered on the head of Amanxing from the bodies of countless barbarians on the field.

Lin Meng's eyes shrank fiercely, and he thoroughly understood the way of this blood sacrifice technique.

"This technique can perfectly unite the three of time, place, people and the three! This last blood sacrifice to the barbarians can not only mobilize all the barbarians through the peculiarities of his blood and blood, combined with the totem portrayed by the blood of one hundred and eight. The power of qi and blood of the people makes it one, and can even borrow his identity as a barbarian god to make the whole barbarian unify its luck!"

Lin Meng felt that this move was simply for the sake of a god...no!It is tailor-made for the Aman star who is a savage god!

At this time, Aman star, one person represents the entire barbarian race, and one person gathers all the power of the entire barbarian race from ancient times to the present!

Lin Meng could clearly perceive that the Aman star, who was blessed by all the luck of the barbarian clan, was growing rapidly.

Tianxian... Shenxuan... even touched a realm comparable to a saint!

Although the luck of the Barbarian is not as huge as the luck of the Five Continents of the Human Race, it is extremely pure, with no impurities at all, and is the most united nation in the world, none of them!

Such pure air luck, not only does not have the side effects of imperial air luck, but it also increases the growth of people by several times!

Amanxing's cultivation base was blessed to the peak in a moment, raised his hand with a long finger facing the sky, and gritted his teeth again and roared out those four words.

"I'm... Barbaric! God!"

Afterwards, he rushed towards the sky, combined with his own cultivation level that was blessed to the limit, the power of blood of all the barbarians and countless ancestors of the barbarian spirits turned into a little bit of starlight into the power of the soul, a bloody sky soaring Zhu rushed straight towards the falling Xianzu and pointed.

At this moment, in a valley that is dissatisfied with the dense fog somewhere in Dongzhou, inside the high building of Fengyulou headquarters, Jin Mingxuan is leaning leisurely on the large seat.

"Ha ha!"

When he saw Amanxing using the secret technique of bleeding sacrifice, Jin Mingxuan couldn't help but sneer, adjusted his posture more comfortably, and even closed his eyes and smiled leisurely:

"The art of blood sacrifice to the three barbarians is worthy of being the biggest hole card left by the three generations of barbarians who are known as the inventors of the barbarians. It is indeed powerful, but it is a pity that I have known it a long time ago."

"Whether you use this trick or not use this trick, the result will not change. In the end, you will still die. The only difference is that you die under the finger of the ancestor or die in your own hands. No matter what you do. No matter what choice, my plan will not be affected at all, hahahaha!"

Jin Mingxuan's smug laugh came from far away, but it could not be heard in the ears of Amanxing who was far away in southern Xinjiang.

"boom!"

After a loud noise, the immortal ancestor Yizhi on the heads of the people in southern Xinjiang was defeated by Aman Xing's full force with a secret technique, and disappeared like smoke.

However, all the barbarians on the field did not have the joy of victory or the rejoicing of the rest of their lives, and some were just unanimously deeply sad.

After Aman Xing's stroke, he fell off his horse as if exhausted, and one hundred and eight patriarchs surrounded him. Lin Meng and Wu Chan also took a look.

The people of the Fengyi Army who were horrified by this astonishing realm also stopped tacitly, and even did not dare to do it. They would not be the opponents of the Nanbarians after losing the finger of the ancestor, and fighting again would only kill them. No one wants to die.

Lin Meng saw the patriarchs surrounding Amanxing. At this time, Amanxing was lying on the ground, his eyes closed as if he was fainting. Wu Mu Tuo was holding his palm, and was crying silently.

In the next moment, Lin Meng saw that Amanxing’s original red and snowy complexion was rapidly fading, and in less than two breaths it turned into a whole body white, and his originally soft and warm skin became cold and hard. The whole person is like a lifelike jade sculpture, only the heart has a faint blood line connecting the limbs, torso and head.

"He is dying. The last bloodline is his heart vein. It will soon be severed. He will die from exhaustion in less than a quarter of an hour. This kind of injury can save nothing except the real holy pill. come back."

Wuchan said indifferently to Lin Meng, Lin Meng nodded slightly, he thought so too.

Even with your toes, you can guess it. It's strange that such a powerful blood sacrifice secret technique is not expensive.

At this time, Wu Mu Tuo trembled, and suddenly stood up and raised his head to look in the direction of Feng Yijun. He was already in tears. He could no longer suppress the anger and grief in his heart, and roared vigorously:

"It's them! It's them! They offended my barbarians and let our Lord Barbarians die in battle! Kill them all and get revenge! We want the Great Yuan Dynasty to pay for it!"

Almost all the barbarians on the field burst into tears like Umutuo. This sentence ignited the grief and anger of all the barbarians, and they shouted in unison.

"eye for eye!"

"eye for eye!"

"eye for eye!"

The noises kept coming and going, all the sergeants of the Fengyi Army who were horrified opposite actually took a step back. Lin Meng yelled in his heart that Aman was dead, and the anger of the barbarians was still activated. Could it be that the whole-sage sage has been in this game from the beginning Doomed!

At the same time, in the general ledger of the Feng Yi army, Guo Zhengsheng, a commander of the army, fell into his head in despair, muttering:

"How is it...impossible...Isn't the immortal ancestor's finger hitting the saint? Can't it obliterate everything between heaven and earth? How could it fail...how could it fail..."

At this moment, Qi Wei under the seat below remained still, his eyes fell silent, his posture had not moved from the beginning.

"Kill! Revenge for Lord Barbarian God!"

"Dayuan Dynasty, blood debt is paid!"

The barbarians were about to rush towards the Feng Yi army. At this time, the Feng Yi army had already been scared by the astonishing anger and the anger of the Nan barbarians. They could not resist the angry barbarian monks. If the opponent rushed It must be a bloody massacre.

At this moment, a luxurious horse-drawn carriage pulled by a BMW red feather rushed from the edge of the battlefield, violently bumping up and down between the two sides, stopping the Nanbari, and a young man shouted from a distance in the carriage. sound.

"stop!"