Chapter 267: Kill with a knife

The old and sad songs are floating in the mountains and fields, like the lonely time in the long years, and the river flows lonely. At the same time, with the singing of the song, the black wooden block on the rock pile suddenly lights up.
In the distance, Lu Chen's eyes contracted slightly. At that moment, he clearly saw that the strange pattern originally carved on the black wood began to glow. From the beginning, it slowly spread along the pattern. Until the whole block is lit.
When all the patterns on the black wooden block, that is, the totem, were fully lit, all the barbarians kneeling around shouted in unison, majestic and full of respect, as if facing their ancestors and telling them endless worship .
That is, at this moment, a group of flames ignited from the black wooden block, and began to burn.
The shouts of the barbarian around him grew louder, and many of them were gimmicky. And in the distance, Lu Chen's body suddenly shook a bit, only to feel that the sea of ​​gas was twirling like heaven and earth, and God's disk reversed. He snorted, stretched out his right hand, and subconsciously grabbed a small tree around him. Instantly, a black fireworks spewed out of his palm, and the tree was immediately burned into coke.
However, this sudden throbbing came suddenly and quickly, but also quickly. After a while, the black flame disappeared from Lu Chen's hands and eyes, and he returned to normal.
But there was a shock of shock in Lu Chen's eyes, and then a pair of eyes stared at the rock pile surrounded by the crowd and the black wooden block inserted on the rock pile.
That black wooden block is weird!
Lu Chen made this judgment almost instantaneously, because for so long, especially after he devoured and mastered that weird black fire, the only thing that could make the black fire out of his body was only in the forbidden area deep in Kunlun Mountain. That unknown mysterious power. In addition, it seems that there is only black wood in front of this mysterious tribe.
Of course, the difference in strength between the two can be said to be very different, all of which are the black fire forces in Lu Chen's body due to resonance, but the power in the depths of Kunlun Mountain is magnificent and incredible. It is almost impossible to compete with manpower, and the black fire resonance caused by the piece of black wood in front of us can be said to be very weak. Lu Chen even resumed control of the black fire in his body just a moment later.
This piece of black wood is actually something related to the power of black fire. This discovery surprised Lu Chen. However, thinking that the Shaman of Fire might have gone out of this tribe, it seems that it is not difficult to explain all of this.
Lu Chen even vaguely suspected that it might be his conspiracy in the Valley of the Desolation that killed the Shaman of Fire, lost a powerful Shaman, and the seven anomalies that followed the Fire Shaman and went to the Valley of Desolation. After a powerful barbarian warrior, this tribe must inevitably weaken.
It seems that he and this tribe are really ... destined!
Lu Chen, of course, would not be a soft-hearted person. He looked at the scenes of the downcast barbarian tribes below, his face immovable, and his eyes stared at the piece of wood most of the time, contemplating.
Then if he felt it, he suddenly looked up and looked out into the distance, and saw that there were several swords and discs flying in the sky far from the entrance of the mountain stream. The mountain forest on the ground was quiet, but occasionally Suddenly a few birds flew up and fluttered away from the woods with flapping wings.
Lu Chen pursed his lips, and after a moment of silence, stood up and took A Tu by the dense foliage in the mountains and began to walk down, slowly approaching the quiet tribe.
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"You'll stay here later, don't go out, otherwise, your appearance is too conspicuous, and it will be recognized at a glance." Lu Chen took Ah Tu down from the forest and slowly, in the closest distance to the barbarian tribe. Squat behind the hidden trees, and explain to Atu.
"You're waiting for me here. After those people come in, I'll go down. I should be back soon."
"Wang ..." Ah Tu seemed to understand Lu Chen's words, but apparently disagreed. After lowering his voice and snarling, he opened his mouth and bite Lu Chen's trousers gently, not wanting him The look of death.
"Relax," Lu Chen patted A Tu's head, "I'm not as stupid as you, how could something go wrong."
Ah Tu glared at him, his fangs crisscrossed, and he seemed to be thinking about whether he should just kill the man with one bite.
If Lu Chen didn't realize it, holding his neck, he said to Atu: "The mountain people have their own tricks!"
Then Tu opened his eyes wide and watched Lu Chen reach out to touch his heart. After a while, he suddenly felt a black shirt. Then he saw Shi Shiran taking off his coat and changing his black strength. Installed.
At this time, looking back, Lu Chen's appearance is almost the same as that of the black man who chased him a few days ago. When he took out a black scarf and covered his face, where was the original Lu Chen's shadow, he took off What he took off looked like a "magic killer".
Ah Tu saw his eyes straight, and Lu Chen smiled and said to Ah Tu: "Thanks to my intelligence, the black suit that I grabbed when I was in Qingshuitang Village is still there, and it is very useful today. Now. "
The bizarre ritual in the barbarian tribe was very long and boring, but all the barbarians had no complaints about it, and they all looked extremely respectful. Obviously for barbarians, this worship of ancestors was supreme most important thing.
The singing in the mouth of the old priest never stopped, but maybe it was too old, or his ability was ultimately limited. Later, his physical strength was obviously not enough to keep up, and he had to lean on the several barbarian warriors in secret. He could help him to continue.
However, this is the case. The priest did not shrink back or give up, and the ancient songs in his mouth never stopped.
Further afield, the jianmang hovering in the sky slowly dropped, and in the end almost all fell silently in a forest outside the mountain stream.
After a while, more than a dozen figures walked out from the forest, standing between the hillsides of the mountains and forests, and starting to look at this mysterious barbarian tribe from a distance.
Lu Chen can even see the shock revealed by the gaze and expression of some people over there.
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Obviously, no one in black could expect to see such a scene in the barren mountains and mountains, and soon, the crowd over there began to talk to each other, and even started a dispute.
Some black men crossed their distant fingers, which seemed to mean the most important thing, but some black men also pointed at the barbarian tribe in the mountains, and said something excitedly in their mouths.
At first, such a dispute was only one or two people, but soon others around him joined, and then quickly developed to almost all the people in black mixed in, divided into two factions that were almost evenly matched.
Barbarians in the tribe are still concentrating on the bizarre ritual, and those in black have not disturbed them with a loud noise, Lu Chen is quietly lurking on the other side of the tribe, waiting patiently.
Finally, the people in black in the mountains and forests reached the final result after fierce but low-key arguments.
Lu Chen gazed at the mountain and forest, watching the dozens of black men slowly spread out, like a large net with a murderous sharp hook, slowly surrounding the tribe.
Many people took out their magic weapon blades silently. Senhan's light shone brightly in the morning sunlight, as if waiting eagerly for the pouring of blood.
In the barbarian tribe, the old priest who was singing was suddenly shaken slightly, as if he noticed something, and looked up in the surrounding mountains.
However, at this time, a firework rose into the sky, like a command to chase the soul. In an instant, the roar of the mountains and forests around this tribe was heard from all directions.
More than a dozen black figures fluttered at the same time, the sword light filled the sky, the forest fell down, and the indifferent eyes of death swept over this small mountain stream. The next moment was the time when blood splattered.
"Roar!"
A roar like a monster, rang out from the barbarian crowd, the strong soldiers rushed out, and flesh and blood greeted the men in black.
But their enemies are extremely powerful monks in the human race, possessing terrible powers and magical powers, not to mention more magical aids.
At the beginning of this battle, there was a disparity in strength and weakness. At the moment of the first collision, when blood was splashing, at least four barbarian fighters were directly cut down, and one of them was extremely tragic, The sharp sword of the human race Xianxian split in half.
There was a moment of wailing and wailing in the barbarian tribe, and the cry was accompanied by it, probably the relatives of those soldiers who died in the war ~ EbookFREE.me ~ At this moment, these originally strong barbarians are like sheep in amazement, fleeing frantically. Only the old priest with red eyes and suddenly raised his hands, uttered a word in his mouth, and then several red lights burst out from his hand, submerged into those barbarian warriors.
Suddenly, those barbarian warriors roared, their bodies suddenly increased by almost half, almost like monsters, and their strength was more than doubled. It was because of this courage that temporarily blocked those black men. Offense.
It's just that this weird method can't last. Not all barbarian fighters who can accept the priest's red light are just the strongest five or six people. They blocked half of the men in black, but in other directions, the remaining men in black had rushed directly into the tribe.
In a flash of blood, the sword was stained with blood, the head fell to the ground, the limbs flew, and a scene!
The old priest seemed to be furious and yelled, but spit out blood.
At the same time, in the chaos, no one noticed that Lu Chen, a man in black clothes and a black scarf, quietly entered the village, and then ran directly to the stone pile. (To be continued.)