Vol 3 Chapter 1010: Destroying Droughts and Sacrificing Corpses

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Imagine directly controlling the beliefs of the barbarians, and driving the barbarians as soldiers when a war breaks out.
These big men screamed and wielded weapons and rushed forward, not afraid of the slightest death and blood. This kind of impact can be imagined.
The reason why he started from the southwest was because the gaze of the Yingluhou Department had been less invested in the southwest region. He came to Huangyang City to attract the gaze of the Yinglu tribe and let Hao Qing do something in the southwest as soon as possible.
Qiao'er got the order, and soon left Huangyang City, and joined Hao Qing towards the Southwest Region, and began to explore the feasibility of replacing the barbarian witch sacrifice.
There are millions of miles near Huangyang City, and the east-west line traverses the entire southern part of the border and wasteland. They are all barren land, large and small dry areas, vegetation withered, and soil began to desert.
In order to prevent Great Xia from going south, the Yingzuo still took a lot of effort.
In the middle of the mountain range at the junction of the Central Desolate Region and the Southern Region, the big sun golden crow flew into the sky, the blazing sun shrouded, and the trees in the forest withered, leaving only the trunk, and occasionally the animal bones and dried animal bodies in the forest could be seen.
In the center of the mountain range is an open-air pit, which is ten miles in size. At the center of the pit is a white sarcophagus, covered with mottled cracks.
The sarcophagus feels like a volcano, and all the vitality of the surrounding mountains is annihilated. The water vapor in the void here melts, the flames faintly appear, and the phantom flames of beasts continue to be transformed into the mountains and forests.
The mountains are very quiet, the void doesn't even have birds, only the spilt sunlight falls, and when it touches the sarcophagus, a flame burst out.
In the southern part of the mountain range, a group of people are wearing scarlet robes, wide robes covering their bodies, the leading figure is extremely tall, holding a crimson scepter in his hand, and above the scepter is a fire carved from the stone of the of red fire. beast.
Behind the leader, the figure is divided into two rows, each with six people, all wearing red robes, and the robes are carved with flame patterns.
The walk of the group seemed to be slow, but in fact they climbed over the mountains as if walking on the ground. When they entered the mountain and approached the sarcophagus, an obscure curse began to sound, which sounded from the leader of the red robe population.
Accompanied by the voice of the leader, the twelve figures behind him began to swirl in flames, and these flames continued to form primitive Dao patterns while breathing.
"The ancient Golden Crow, follow the contract of the ancient years and obey my call."
As the group moved forward, sky fires began to ignite in the mountains, and plants of dead wood were ignited, sweeping across the mountains like a sparkling prairie fire.
"The ancient blood of Zhu Rong, the descendants of the South of the Wilderness, inherited the mystery of Vulcan, and summoned the Golden Crow to live."
The flames reflected in the sky red, and the flame elves danced in the sea of ​​fire, gradually puffing up flames, transforming into the shape of golden crows, dancing on the sky, competing with the golden crows in the sky.
For a time, in the mountains and fields that stretched for thousands of miles, crimson golden crows appeared, vomiting flames, and their bodies continued to grow. Between the wings and the dancing, the flames of heaven and earth showed their charm.
Stepping on the flames, a group of people came to the tiankeng in the center of the mountain, and saw the thousand-meter-sized sarcophagus in the depth of the tiankeng. The cracks on the surface of the sarcophagus glowed with red light, intertwined like a fire net.
"Heavenly Fire Sacrifice Drought Man!"
The leader opened his wings, and the scepter in his hand rose into the air. The fire beast came alive all at once, transformed into a figure similar to a fire unicorn, and let out a roar, the sound resounding through the world.
Zhu Rong is the of fire in ancient legends, who was born from the human race and a strong man who is comparable to the true spirit of heaven and earth. The of fire Zhu Rong has beasts and fierce generals surrendered.
Drought is one of Zhu Rong's powers.
According to rumors, as soon as the drought and ghost emerge from the heavens and the earth, the earth veins disappear, and the common people are killed.
Zhurong Fire God has become a legend, and the drought has been extinct for a long time, but extinction does not mean that it is really gone.
Living in the south of the Great Wilderness, among the creatures of the wild wild, the meager blood of Zhu Rong Fire God flows.
Twee~twee~twee~
The flame golden crow screamed, swooping down from the sky, and slammed into the sarcophagus. The flame energy all over the sarcophagus hit the sarcophagus and then penetrated into the sarcophagus through mottled cracks.
In the mountains and the wild, apart from the cry of the Golden Crow and the Fire Spirit, there was only a group of sacrificial spells left. In the end, the flames gathered outside the sarcophagus and poured into the dry sarcophagus like a sea of ​​fire.
The fire beast scepter slowly fell, and was grasped by the leader. He squinted at the sarcophagus wrapped in flames.
The Drought Man in the sarcophagus has been sacrificed for more than 10,000 years. It is an extremely sun warrior body born in the Southern Wilderness tribe in the south.
From the very beginning, he was found by Zhurong of the Yingzu clan, and taught him the method of practice step by step, and even the baptism of the power of the sun flame. He waited until he cultivated the body of the polar sun to approach Dzogchen, before using the secret method. Refined into this drought.
It is a pity that Nanhuang Zhurong’s bloodline is only a meager blood descended from Vulcan, and the inherited Vulcan cultivation method is incomplete. This drought has always been missing a thread and cannot truly reach perfection. The undead resentment accumulated in the body is still unable to An autonomous soul was born and became the legendary corpse king.
But these are enough.
Droughts came out, fertile fields withered, and millions of miles of ground veins were exhausted. After this fire sacrifice, the barren land in the northern part of the Southern Region will expand again. Daxia wants to go south and defeat Droughts first.
However, there are few ways to defeat Drought, whether it is a soul or a physical attack, it is ineffective for Drought.
Even if the body of the Drought Man is broken, it can still be reorganized. The Drought Man born throughout the ages are mostly ablated by secret methods, and the method of ablating the Drought Man has long been lost. ...
Hot~
This was Xia Tuo's first feeling. Going south from Huangyang City, the temperature gets hotter as you go south, and the golden crow on the sky seems to be sprinkled with sunshine countless times.
There is no vitality on the earth, not to mention the vegetation, even if there is, it has already withered.
This kind of scene is naturally not only the golden crow, the real reason is that the spiritual veins in the depths of the earth are dead.
Drought!
The Yinglu clan can actually control this kind of things. You said that such a magical powerhouse could do something bad, but it was used to create a barrier. Xia Tuo couldn't understand what the Yinglu clan master was thinking.
Turning all the border areas of the Central and Southern Territories into a barren, and the ground veins dried up, the strength of this drought must be beyond imagination. If he had such a thug, he would definitely have fun.
"My lord, there is a mountain range in front of Drought, and there is a strong man of the Tangzu tribe in the mountain who is making sacrifices."
The ghost figure turned out, and after a notification, the voice disappeared again.
Don't need Guiweijun to say, he watched the sky above Hanyan Mountain all the way red, and the sky fire fell, causing Xia Tuo's brows to frown.
Thousands of miles in the sky is a flame, and the sky is about to burn. This drought is not a bit terrible, it is so terrible.
I really don't understand, what the owner of the Yingzou clan thought.
Entering the mountain range, the flame energy around him has begun to materialize, the law of flame manifests, and the fire beasts continue to manifest. These are no threats to Xia Tuo. After the small world becomes the only real world, the only body inside and outside of the warrior, self Develop the world.
...
In the middle of the mountain range, Xia Tuo saw a group of people who were offering sacrifices, as well as the huge sarcophagus in the center.
"Daxia Clan Lord!"
When Zhu Rong Palace saw the sudden appearance of Xia Tuo, he was stunned.
The next moment, Xia Tuo's figure suddenly disappeared to the north side of the tiankeng, piercing through the sky flames, and heading towards the unpredictable figure in the tiankeng.
People from the Yingzou tribe here offer sacrifices to the drought. If you think about it with your toes, there are problems.
"The fire spirit between heaven and earth, obey my call..."
Seeing Xia Tuo's figure disappeared, Zhu Ronggong was suddenly shocked, the scepter in his hand burst out with red golden light, the sky full of flames gathered towards him, and the fierce beast similar to the flame unicorn once again manifested.
boom!
Unfortunately, it was still a step too late. The black and white divine light flashed above the flame unicorn, and the unicorn instantly turned into a sky full of sparks, and his palm was printed on Zhu Ronggong's body.
Puff~
Gai Luo's palm exploded a ball of sparks, and Zhu Rong Palace's figure shattered like bubbles, and a red copper-cast golden crow fell, letting him escape a blow.
However, Xia Tuo's figure followed like a shadow, and under a palm, the majesty burst out, directly flying the rest of the red robe sacrifice, and then greeted Zhurong Palace.
The mark of black and white life and death converged, the town fell down to suppress his figure, and then the blue light flashed, he quickly threw these people into Lu Wu's prison.
The background of the Yingzu clan is indeed extraordinary. There is a witch saint and twelve witch sects. Now Daxia does not have such a unique witch sect that controls fire.
Throwing these people into Lu Wu's sacred prison so quickly, he was afraid that these people would die, and the blood sacrifice would awaken the silent drought. The breath of this thing was like a dull volcano, giving him a very heavy pressure.
After finishing cleaning up the people of these 杌 people, Xia Tuo turned his head and looked at the sarcophagus in the tiankeng. The sky fire outside the sarcophagus had turned dark gold, and the fire spirit danced with the coffin.
Drought is a thing that extincts vitality, and it can no longer be attributed to the category of humans. It is more like a kind of corpse, devouring all fire, but it is not the spirit of fire. Fire is just a means of extinction of drought. Like killing with a knife, the knife is just a murder weapon.
The sarcophagus is like a volcano that has been accumulated for a long time, but deep inside it hides the extreme deadness. The drought is to survive in the world by the deadness.
This thing seems to be alive, but in fact it is dead. If you want to kill the drought, there is no way to start it. How to kill the dead thing.
It is really surprising that the 梼杌 tribe made such a sacrifice. It seems that the 梼杌 tribe just now needs to perform some kind of sacrifice method to control it.
Spiritual power through the sarcophagus, Xia Tuo saw the appearance of Han Yan, a young man in golden armor, with a large body of a hundred feet tall and a strong body.
After the flame spiritual power penetrated into the sarcophagus, it was then transported into Quiba's body by a certain rotating formation in the sarcophagus, and the fire and death qi were perfectly integrated in his body.
In his perception, he could not feel the vitality of the Drought Man, only the endless aura of death, he wrapped a little vitality with his spiritual power, and instantly entered the Drought Man's body and disappeared.
Looking at the drought, Xia Tuo thought of using it for his own use. The power accumulated by this guy gave him a heavy pressure, that is to say, the strength of this drought is enough to achieve the Great Perfection of the land.
Moreover, in terms of the physique and attributes of Drought, even if there are more than a dozen Dzogchens of the same level, it may not be possible to kill it. This thing has no soul, and the body is difficult to break.
Where to find such thugs.
Drought is the spirit of death, how can it be used for oneself?
Xia Tuo didn't think of a way, but he Xia likes to learn, and he doesn't understand it. It's okay to ask a well-informed person.
Take out the Lu Wulao card again, separate a strand of mind into a spirit body and enter the prison.
"Drumming~"
In the palace, I don't know which Gu Ling split patient is on duty today, but a dozen witch repairers from the Tang Clan were thrown in at once, making Gu Ling very satisfied.
"You are avenging your personal revenge again. As a majestic judge, how can you act like this."
Seeing Xia Tuo's spirit body appeared, Gu Ling was very dissatisfied and complained.
"You really opened the prison in your house."
"I am ashamed!" Xia Tuo moved the corners of his mouth.
"You~"
Hearing the sound, Gu Ling jumped up directly, you are ashamed of a hammer.
At any rate, his face changed a bit, and he smiled and said ashamed, are you blind as your Lord Gu Ling?
Xia Tuo didn't care, and waited quietly for the drum spirit to finish dancing, and said: "These people sacrificed to a drought, causing millions of miles of barren and fertile fields to dry up, the vegetation withered, and the creatures were charcoal, so..."
"So you caught them all in."
"So how does Drought Man sacrifice?"
Puff~
Gu Ling squatted on the stone drum, it was his mother's public revenge, he couldn't have any confidence in Xia Tuo.
"This drum spirit won't be helping others to abuse, I don't know."
"The drought will soon be awakened, and the whole land will be turned into a Jedi, and more people will die."
"You threaten me! You threaten me!" Gu Ling jumped up and flew to Xia Tuo's body, shouting with wide-eyed eyes: "Drought~death~is~death~thing~qi~luck~for~ Life~machine..."
Patting Gu Ling's head, Xia Tuo smiled and nodded, and said: "You see how simple things are, why noisy."
Xia Tuo's spirit body disappeared, Drum Ling's expression was dull, and he murmured: "He touched my head, he dare to touch this Drum Ling's head."
...
The power of luck!
Xia Tuo, after a ray of thoughts returned, looked at the sarcophagus, and the whole Bian Huang wanted to say that the person with the most prosperous luck, if he was second, no one would dare to be the first.
A dry stupid body is right in front of his eyes, with a lot of Dzogchen's combat power, such a good fighter, Xia Tuo feels it is necessary to take a risk.
Purple light appeared in the spiritual world, and the soul of the soul was surging for four or four purple gold lotus, and the soul was shining with purple light. Each ray of purple light was like a purple long needle, densely packed, protecting his soul.
Qi luck golden body protection is also the confidence he dares to do.
At this point, the primordial spirit did not leave his body. He left a thought to guard the body, and the sound transmission was sent to the Guiwei Army to guard the surroundings, before stepping out of the body safely and stepping into the sarcophagus.
Hum!
Without any hindrance, he entered Drought Yan's body, endless lifelessness, and countless lifelessness gathered into various phantoms.
This is the depths of Hanyan's head, which belongs to his spiritual world, but there is no autonomous mind in Hanyan's spiritual world, and some are just the collision of countless souls.
The Drought Mane came out of millions of miles and withered, and countless creatures fell. Naturally, these creatures had a lot of resentments that were immortal, and they were absorbed into their own body by the Drought Mane.
It's just that Dryman doesn't have a soul, and these resentments converge in his body, and they can't cause damage to Dryman, and the resentful spirit enters Dryman's body and can't get out again.
In this way, as time goes by, the grievances banned in the body of Drought will increase.
Until a certain day, perhaps it was a coincidence, or it was a matter of course, the resentment inside the Drought Man was colliding, giving birth to a soul that belonged to Drought Man. At that time, Drought Man would truly push the Great Wasteland, and even the king would not be able to frustrate his edge.
In the perception, Han Yan's body is like a fire jar, filled with endless death.
In the spiritual world of Hanyan, there is a scarlet gold rune that constantly changes its appearance. This is the control center of Hanyan. People of the Yingzu tribe sacrifice to Hanyan by communicating this golden rune.
The qiyun flower revolves around the primordial spirit, and the burst of purple light from the primordial spirit disperses the grievances. Xia Tuo looked at the dark gold runes floating in the void, and every change would shatter the surrounding grievances.
Rune is the hub of contact between Drought and the master. Drought cannot give birth to a soul. Generally speaking, he is still a puppet. Only when his unique will is born can the Drought be truly detached from control.
Yuanshen reached out his big hand, the purple light floated in his palm, and grabbed it toward the red gold rune, the palm of the palm was gurgling with purple light, and the dark gold rune also flowed brightly. The moment the two touched, the purple light flourished.
Purple Qi is the luck of the human race. A group of people naturally has a tolerant and broad mind. The aura of purple gas is profound and broad. Dark gold runes are like people who have dried up for a long time when they encounter nectar and begin to swallow purple light.
Xia Tuo had prepared for this a long time ago. Even though the dark gold rune was absorbing the vitality, his own mind began to perceive this rune. If he wanted to control the drought, it was mainly on this rune.
...
Here, Xia Tuo had the idea of ​​drought. In the depths of the wild and ancient land in the deserted southern region, among the mountains and old forests, a simple stone temple stands between two adjacent cliffs.
The stone hall looked very old, and there was an old man sitting cross-legged in the hall, not to mention his short stature, he was also very thin, and it seemed that there was only a shriveled shelf.
The stone hall was very dark, with beast fire lamps lit, and the old man sat cross-legged, with a shrine on the stone platform in front of him.
"Hmm~"
Suddenly the old man opened his eyes from the silence, his shriveled palms spread out, his palms were covered with deep cracks, a blood line spread out from his arms, and only an inch from the top of the was left~EbookFREE.me~ Fire~"
Then, the old man pointedly, with an obscure spell in his mouth, he took off a bean-sized flame in the oil lamp on the shrine, and a drop of red blood dripped from the blood-lined middle finger, and the flame rose in an instant. , Was printed by him towards the center of his brow.
Puff~
However, the moment the flame just struck the eyebrows, it suddenly went out.
Puff~
The old man trembled, spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, and screamed.
"Hurry up, the Rune of Drought has changed~"
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