Text Chapter 206 Temple

call! call! call! "

Baili Qingfeng was panting.

At some point, he had returned to the tribe surrounded by stone walls.

It's just that it's different from the previous scenes where hundreds of burrowers live together, at this time, there is no sign of a single burrower in this tribe.

Baili Qingfeng is only one person, it is impossible to kill all the burrowers of the Iron Fang tribe, but the burrowers who survived have been killed by Baili Qingfeng without exception, and they dare not appear in Baili Qingfeng again. front.

Baili Qingfeng, who had lost his courage, cast a distant glance, and it was enough to break their minds and run for their lives without using their divine power.

Just when Baili Qingfeng was going to take a rest in the burrower's house, and then find and kill the fleeing burrowers one by one, so as to prevent them from breaking into Shaar and bringing life to ruin, his figure suddenly stopped.

His eyes fell on the largest building in the tribe.

There, an elderly burrow man with a few patterns painted on his body appeared vividly in front of his eyes.

That special look...

singer.

The caveman singer looked at Baili Qingfeng quietly, and beside him, there was an elderly caveman in armor.

The burrow warrior's eyes were filled with a kind of unresolved sadness, as if mourning for such a terrible catastrophe for his tribe.

only……

The world has always been a law of the jungle.

Their tribe wanted to use the golden land as a hunting ground, and the humans who hunted the golden land as food, and even planned to further enslave and raise the extremely weak human beings in the golden land so that they would continue to flow Provide food to the tribe, so that the tribe can support more population, continue to grow and grow, and gradually grow into a large tribe, a large territory, and even establish a country...

Right now, the strong man who provoked the Golden Land to take revenge is obviously not strong, but relying on his amazing endurance and resilience, he dragged down and defeated the entire tribe...

This is retribution!

Or, call it the fate of the weak!

"Humanity."

Catacomb singer saw Baili Qingfeng approaching, and said slowly: "I have observed you, you know our language, but you are not proficient, then I speak slowly, we should be able to communicate. "

Baili Qingfeng guessed and thought, seemed to understand what he said, and then said in a half-familiar caveman language: "As a singer, you have never joined the battle?"

It took the caveman singer a while to guess the meaning expressed in Baili Qingfeng's words, and slowly replied: "I am not a real priest, and I haven't mastered any battle songs yet."

"So, what do you want to say?"

"I would like to use a secret in exchange for you to give up hunting down the rest of the tribe. Those poor people have lost the courage to fight against you. Your strength shattered their greed to enter the land of gold..."

The caveman singer said.

Baili Qingfeng waved his hand, but he didn't understand.

So the caveman singer took out a clay pot, which contained a red liquid.

"Blood of the Brave!"

The caveman singer said: "This is a potion that only a true brave man can take. If you don't have enough courage and faith to take it, you will explode and die. But once you withstand the power of the blood of the brave, you only need four doses, and you will be able to drink it." In a very short period of time, an elite warrior can become a warrior among the burrowers, and I am willing to use the method of refining the blood of the brave to appease the mighty you who are angry with our Iron Fang tribe."

Baili Qingfeng probably understood what he said.

but……

"I don't trust you guys."

Baili Qingfeng said, now, step forward holding the sword.

The old warrior next to the caveman singer took the blood of the brave without hesitation, and drank it all in one gulp.

When the blood of the brave entered his body, this burrowman warrior immediately became hot, and a kind of strength that seemed to only come to him when he was young came back to him. strength.

"Um!?"

A strange color flashed in Baili Qingfeng's eyes.

"Roar!"

The burrowman warrior roared angrily, and the evil spirit of blood filled his body, forming a terrifying coercion.

And the giant ax in his hand suddenly swooped down at the moment when the coercion was formed, carrying a tragedy that seemed to be able to cut through the world, and slashed down towards Baili Qingfeng with a will to burn everything.

pity……

Regardless of whether the caveman warrior really radiated new strength by relying on the blood of the brave, it still didn't make any sense in front of Baili Qingfeng.

The innate demon Zuzi appeared behind him, and the next moment, a blazing white thunder turned into a scepter that pierced the void and descended, blowing the spiritual world of this caveman warrior to pieces. The momentum and tragic feelings disappeared with the explosion.

"it's over!"

Baili Qingfeng flew by, and his sword light and lightning stabbed him.

"laugh!"

blood spatter!

Draw your sword!

Even though the old caveman warrior's heyday was inspired by the blood of the brave, and...

Under the burning of the blood of the brave, his strength has improved, but in front of Baili Qingfeng's refining mystic technique, there is still no difference.

The burrowman warriors who are equivalent to the masters of body refining are just ordinary people in this world. In other words, a strong Shinto master who masters the alchemy and manifestation can cause interference to the burrow warriors. It's the same as the third-level martial artist in the fisting stage.

Five levels of divine power can cause such effects, not to mention Baili Qingfeng's seven levels of divine power?

The elderly caveman singer watched Baili Qingfeng kill the caveman warrior who had protected him for nearly ten years, with a trace of sadness on his face.

But Baili Qingfeng's surprise made him understand that his calculation was successful.

So, after Baili Qingfeng beheaded the old caveman warrior, he took out a piece of parchment, then took out a dagger from his body, aimed at his heart, and stabbed it down.

Baili Qingfeng frowned slightly as he looked at the elderly burrow singer who committed suicide.

Is it true that this catacomb singer gave him a precious recipe because he was afraid of him?

He doesn't believe it.

The lesson of Jinglan Sect is still vivid in his mind.

Baili Qingfeng took a while to confirm that the burrowman singer was really dead, and then he stepped forward and stabbed him with a sword, lest his suicide be a means of sacrifice, and he would kill him when he passed by. Suddenly revived as a zombie attacking himself.

Even zombies are nothing more than that, if he mutated into a zombie and let him return to Shaar with the zombie virus, the consequences would be serious.

Fortunately...

After all, this is a normal world, and such illogical things as death and resurrection did not happen.

Baili Qingfeng stepped forward, picked up the parchment of the elderly caveman singer, and took a look...

don't know.

He is really interested in the so-called blood of the brave.

When the burrower warrior took the blood of the brave, he clearly felt that the blood of the brave had seeped into his internal organs, which not only stimulated the vitality of his internal organs, but also brought him back to the state of his heyday. The internal organs of the body have undergone a round of strengthening.

Moreover, the reinforcement is not small.

It is certain that there must be problems with the blood of the brave, but with his wisdom, he feels that he can completely improve it and eliminate its hidden disadvantages.

And once this problem is solved, it will be a precious cultivation resource that is much more effective than the refining liquid.

"Go back and look through the Encyclopedia of Humanoid Languages ​​to find out what is written on this parchment."

Baili Qingfeng put away the parchment and searched in this room again. Soon, he found six copies of the blood of the brave.

seem……

The blood of the brave is not as valuable as he imagined?

Putting the blood of the brave in the largest house, Baili Qingfeng started to wipe out the wandering cave dwellers with his sword.

These burrowers seemed to have really lost their courage. Baili Qingfeng circled around the tribe and walked more than ten kilometers, but he didn't find a single burrower.

Seeing that those cavemen really disappeared, while looking for those cavemen, he also counted his spoils.

Chen Jin!

A large amount of Chenjin was collected from those burrowers by Baili Qingfeng, and concentrated and accumulated in the burrowers tribe.

Since the number of burrowmen was almost twice as many as he had imagined, even though many burrowmen were not real burrowmen warriors, he was still very surprised by the amount of Chenjin he got in the end!

One thousand nine hundred and eighty-four kilograms!

Nearly two thousand kilograms!

this amount...

Extremely amazing.

However, the amount of 200 million yuan to meet the needs of the World Peace Council is only his speculation. Now that he has successfully obtained nearly 2,000 kilograms of Chenjin that can be sold for 400 million, he is naturally more the better.

The next period of time is to move the Chenjin, move the Chenjin piece by piece to the Colosseum where the portal is located, and fix them at the same time, so that they can be thrown all at once to the opposite side of the portal in a short time .

...

And while Baili Qingfeng kept carrying the Chenjin, a young caveman with many runes painted on his body quickly shuttled back and forth under the protection of three elite caveman warriors.

Reminiscent of the wise man's confession, the face of this burrow man is already full of grief and hatred.

"Sage Heiyan, please rest assured, even if I die, I will bring this news to Lord Priest."

"My lord, we Tie Ya are just a small remote tribe, will Master Sacrifice help us?"

A caveman warrior asked worriedly.

"Yes, Lord Sacrifice will never allow the formula of the blood of the brave to fall into the hands of humans. He will definitely lead the powerful temple swordsmen around him to investigate, and this demonic human has the blood of the brave. When he notices that the blood of the brave The benefits of the blood will definitely come to our tribe again in order to obtain materials, and then we can use the hands of temple swordsmen and priests to kill them and pay homage to the spirits of countless people in our Iron Fang tribe."

There was hatred in the eyes of the young priest apprentice: "If the priest can't catch this human being, I will go to the temple thousands of miles away and report this passage leading to the golden land. Only in this way, our Iron Fang tribe I will forever lose the opportunity to become a big tribe, and even the Iron Fang Kingdom..."