Chapter 214: The Fire Ghost Immortal Responds to the Disaster

After Xu Fengxian left.

The high priest casually threw the storage bag aside and closed his eyes in deep thought.

In terms of conspiracy and trickery, the human race is far ahead of the barbarians, so the high priest learned to play dumb.

Whenever communicating with the human race, deliberately show the primitive, stupid, and greedy side to reduce the other party's vigilance, and then repeatedly ponder and think about it afterwards.

This is a little trick learned from the Confucian Academy.

The high priest once changed his body shape and studied in a small academy in Dagan, and even passed the prefectural examination.

Unfortunately, the selection of Jinshi is strict, and there is a state Confucian to identify the identity, otherwise the high priest may pass the Jinshi and slap the face of the scholars in Dagan. .

"It seems that there is no harm for the Dragon Cavalry to be attached to the Wu Clan, not to mention that they have millions of women and children."

"Besides, the Wu Clan has the advantage of bloodline when intermarrying with the human race, and all the children born are from the Wu Clan. In at most thirty to fifty years, the Dragon Cavalry will be completely integrated into the Wu Clan."

The high priest thought for a moment. Emperor Jingtai would never forgive Xu Fengxian for splitting the land to establish a country. He could only rely on the barbarians.

After thinking clearly, the high priest knelt in front of the statue in the main hall.

This statue of the Wu God with a hundred heads and a thousand hands is more than ten feet tall. It is said to be the original appearance of the Wu God. The previous one was broken by Emperor Guangming. This one is a treasure given by the Wu God himself. The high priest can communicate with the Wu God at any time.

After reciting the prayer spell, the high priest waited for a moment and sensed the arrival of the vast soul power.

"Wu God, the Dashun Kingdom is defeated, Xu Fengxian is willing to submit..."

The high priest told the Wu God exactly what Xu Fengxian said and asked for guidance.

The witch god deduced for a moment and found no danger. The voice sounded directly in the high priest's soul.

"Allow attachment! Break it up into pieces to avoid changes and disturbing me again."

The voice gradually dissipated, and the high priest fell to the ground and trembled. Every time he asked the witch god for instructions, the terrifying pressure almost made his soul collapse.

The witch god was moody, and the high priests who died at his hands could not be counted on one hand.

The primitive and backward barbarians were not only in their living customs, but also in their belief in gods, which was full of barbarity and blood. Every year, saints and sons were selected from various tribes to offer blood sacrifices to the witch god for protection.

When the high priest came out of the temple, his fierce and greedy face returned.

"Send a message to the tribal leaders of each tribe. There are millions of human races that have been integrated. They need to take them."

...

Boom!

The ground shook, and the hill in front cracked a few feet wide.

The Tata tribe sent out all the sacrifices, chanting spells and casting spells. The rocky ground quickly softened, and after the spell stopped, it became a flat stone road.

On this side of the mountain.

There were tens of thousands of people, and it was endless.

A martial arts master led the way in front, and there were dragoons on the left and right, and countless horse and ox carts in the center.

The carts were mainly filled with clothes, food, and elderly, women, and children, with auxiliary soldiers shuttling between them. When there was a traffic jam, quarrels, crying, or wheels stuck, they immediately went up to help. The overall situation seemed chaotic, but in fact, each level was in order.

The priest of the Tata tribe came to the front of the crowd, exchanged with Xu Fengxian for a moment, and showed the tribal token.

Xu Fengxian shouted to the back: "Xu Shiqi, take your people and go to the Tata tribe."

"Yes!"

Xu Shiqi had five thousand elite dragoons, plus auxiliary soldiers and families, with a total number of more than 30,000.

The convoy walked towards the Tata tribe along the mountain road that the priest had spent all his energy to open up.

In the convoy, the little girl saw the barbarians on both sides of the mountain road, each of them was two feet tall, carrying crude weapons, and grinning, and she was so scared that she hid in her mother's arms.

"Mother, it's so scary."

"It's okay, General Xu will protect us."

The mother hugged her daughter and looked directly at the barbarian soldiers without fear. Her husband was a lieutenant in the dragoons, and he had killed more barbarians than he could count with his hands.

Of course, that was in the plains or against the city walls.

At this time, deep in the mountains, the dragoons could only be infantry, and it was hard to say who was stronger and who was weaker in the fight with the barbarians.

The barbarian soldiers greedily swept through the ox carts and horse carriages. They looked down on the oxen and horses. The women, clothes, iron pots...everything on the carts was a rare thing that only warriors and priests could have in the eyes of the barbarian soldiers.

Now there are countless ox carts and horse carriages, pulling countless wealth.

In order to reproduce, the barbarians do not have a mature marriage system. In their eyes, the women on the carts are women of the tribe.

"Woo woo woo--"

"Woo woo--"

The barbarians excitedly let out long whistles, causing a panic in the carriages.

The priest frowned slightly and waved his staff to release a ray of emerald light.

Swish!

The barbarian with the loudest voice was accurately hit, and the strong and sturdy body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and only a dried corpse was left.

The mountain road was suddenly silent.

The barbarians have a strong sense of hierarchy. Priests and warriors are equivalent to nobles, and the remaining ordinary barbarians are all their efforts.

"General Xu, I'm sorry to make you laugh, they are all humble."

The priest said with an awkward human bow: "I hope that after your army comes to the Tata tribe, you can establish a school and teach students to learn the Da Gan language books."

Xu Shiqi asked: "Have you been to Da Gan?"

"No, only when you are promoted to a senior priest and cast a transformation spell, you will not be exposed in Da Gan."

The priest said: "I have collected some books from Da Gan, but it is too troublesome to learn. I have to purify myself before reading every time!"

"You learn very well!"

Xu Shiqi gave a thumbs up and said: "I prepared a gift for my first visit to your place, which is the strong liquor I brought from Da Gan."

"Strong liquor! Is it much?"

The priest looked happy and whispered: "We will arrive at the tribe tomorrow, and the chief will hold a welcome banquet. If there is not much strong liquor, we will drink it privately..."

"A lot, enough for everyone to drink several times!"

Xu Shiqi smiled, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

The strong liquor was mixed with colorless and tasteless poison. There was no problem at first, but as the amount of drinking accumulated, the power of the secret method after detonation would increase.

The Tata tribe is one of the twelve major tribes of the barbarians. There is only one top priest, whose strength is about equal to the third rank.

The priests rely on incense and mind power to practice, which is similar to the living people practicing the way of gods. They are not strong in fighting.

With poisoning and sneak attacks, Xu Shiqi is confident that he can defeat the top priests, and then completely destroy the Tata tribe and destroy the temple.

...

The Dragon Cavalry Army followed the mountain road opened by the barbarian priests and headed towards the Wushen tribe.

Passing through various tribes of the barbarians, according to the certificates issued by the Wushen Temple, the large tribes had 30,000 to 40,000 people, and the small tribes had 10,000 to 20,000 people.

Since the high priest had asked for the oracle, the tribes had no suspicion and regarded the Dragon Riders as a benefit delivered to their doorstep. The chiefs of some small tribes privately consulted with Xu Fengxian to see if they could leave more people.

Ten days later, only 20,000 elite soldiers of the Dragon Riders were left and they came to the Wushen Tribe.

"Meet the envoy!"

The priest in charge of welcoming them first paid homage to Xu Ye.

Xu Ye was the Wushen envoy and could communicate directly with the Wushen. In theory, his status was second only to the high priest.

"No need to be polite."

Xu Ye spoke in pure barbarian language, which immediately made the priest who welcomed him feel good.

The Wushen Tribe marked out a mountainous area on the east side of the tribe for Xu Fengxian to station.

The monks in the Dragon Riders used magic, fire magic to burn the forest, and earth magic to build houses, and soon set up camp.

It was approaching evening.

The high priest sent a dinner invitation.

"Xu will definitely be there on time."

After sending off the messenger barbarian tribe, Xu Fengxian waved his hand to set up a soundproof formation and took out a communication array.

Xu Ye asked: "Father, are we going to take action now?"

"It seems that we are relaxed during the banquet, but in fact, the barbarians must be on high alert, which makes it difficult to send messages."

Xu Fengxian said: "No normal person would think that we would overturn the table as soon as we arrive, so that we can achieve the effect of surprise! Besides, the True Immortal said that the Wushen tribe does not need us to take action!"

While speaking, messages were transmitted through the array to the dragon cavalry of each barbarian tribe.

The commanders and generals who received the message immediately cast a spell to detonate the long-accumulated poison, and then rushed all the way, leaving no one alive.

"We have done our job, and now we are waiting for the real immortals to fight!"

Xu Fengxian looked up at the sky and said, "If the immortal wins, this barbarian territory will be renamed Xu!"

Xu Ye nodded slightly. The barbarian territory is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Da Gan can no longer do anything to the Xu family. Only in this way can they truly gain a foothold.

...

The underworld.

The clouds are gloomy, the wind is angry, and the gray scene never changes.

Nameless mountains.

The majestic Yin Qi turns into a river, flowing into the mountain continuously, like a hundred rivers into the sea.

The witch god is practicing in the mountain, constantly refining the Yin Qi, washing the incense and fire divinity in his body, and purifying the ghost fairy body.

The incense and fire divine body once helped the witch god achieve the ghost fairy body, but now it has become a burden. How can the ghost fairy be free and easy in the way of gods. In recent years, he has been trying to get rid of his divine body and refine the divine power of incense into his incarnation. He has two sides of the same coin, and he is a god and immortal.

Suddenly.

The witch god felt a warning sign, and immediately interrupted his practice and counted with his fingers.

"A small barbarian tribe was exterminated? It's just a trivial matter..."

Before he finished speaking, another scream rang in his ears. After deduction, it was a medium-sized tribe that was destroyed.

The lives of the barbarians of the two tribes were not important to the witch god, but the destruction of two barbarian temples in succession made him look gloomy.

Before the witch god could make a move to predict the murderer, he heard several screams in his ears, and his soul frequently warned him.

"Seven tribes have been exterminated in a row! Could it be that Luo Jing, the old immortal, can still take action?"

However, the seven tribes were just the beginning. The continuous screams and warnings, and the constant shaking of the temple's destruction on the divine body made the witch god cautious immediately.

A prayer sounded in his ears: "Witch God, please save the Tata tribe!"

Among the barbarians, only the prayers of the best priests can reach the ears of the witch god.

"One of the twelve tribes is also destroyed!"

The witch god thought, and his clone followed the source of the sacrificial prayer and possessed the broken statue.

...

Tata tribe.

Already in a sea of ​​flames.

The corpses of the barbarians were lying on the ground. When the poison erupted, most of the barbarians died on the spot.

The dragon cavalry took a spear and pierced the neck one by one, making sure that no barbarian survived.

Xu Shiqi slowly walked into the tribal temple. The priest who was seriously injured and dying in the corner had disbelief in his eyes.

"Ahem! General Xu...I think...we are friends!"

This priest was the one who greeted Xu Shiqi. He admired the culture of Dagan, liked reading, and imitated the words and deeds of scholars.

At this time, he was poisoned, spitting blood, and had a three-foot-long knife wound on his chest. You could almost see his beating heart.

"In the next life, reincarnate as a human!"

Xu Shiqi waved his hand and cut off the sacrificial breath.

Right in front.

The tribe leader who was attacked and seriously injured was the only top priest of the Tata tribe. He did not choose to escape, but knelt in front of the statue to chant scriptures and pray.

Xu Shiqi's true energy circulated, and the martial arts scene turned into a blood-red long sword, slashing towards the tribe leader's neck.

Bang!

The terrifying aura burst out from the clan leader, and his eyes, originally filled with hatred, became indifferent and ruthless.

The witch god descended, and with a thought, the blood-colored long sword shattered, and the divine thought swept across the entire Tata tribe, and he understood the cause and effect in an instant.

"Dragon Cavalry? Just ants, how brave!"

Xu Shiqi didn't think twice and turned into a light to escape to the distance. Even if it was just a divine thought, he couldn't resist it.

"Die!"

The witch god didn't move, and pointed at Xu Shiqi's light.

The spell power arrived in an instant, and when it was about to fall on Xu Shiqi, a six-winged golden silkworm appeared out of thin air.

"Old ghost, what's the point of bullying the younger generation!"

The golden silkworm swallowed the spell as it spoke, burped like a full stomach, and continued: "This area will be protected by this messenger from now on, old ghost, you should go back to the underworld and wait for death!"

"Golden silkworm? Scorpion ghost!"

The witch god recognized the origin of the golden silkworm at a glance, and after sensing its breath, he couldn't help but exclaimed in horror: "You can actually be promoted to a super-grade?"

Yang Qi said proudly: "What super-grade? This messenger is a serious and upright god of Qingfu, a hundred times more noble than you, who is neither a god nor a ghost!"

Super-grade mostly refers to those who have achieved enlightenment through side doors, and their future is cut off, and there is no hope of immortality. They are at the bottom of the contempt chain of immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons, and there is a hint of contempt and derogatory meaning.

"You are so rampant just after achieving enlightenment, I will definitely want you..."

Before the witch god finished speaking, his face suddenly darkened.

In just a moment, more than a dozen barbarian tribes were destroyed, and the Wushen tribe with the largest population was being slaughtered by insects. The high priest kept praying to summon the Wushen.

"Snake ghost, so cruel!"

The Wushen's voice fell, and the divine consciousness was withdrawn from the priest's body and disappeared.

...

Wu Shen Tribe.

The priests who were discussing how to merge the Dragon Cavalry suddenly heard screams.

The swarms of insects all over the mountains and plains flew down from the sky and drilled out from the ground, like a wave, washing from all directions.

The swarms of insects swept through, leaving white bones on the ground.

The barbarian warriors wielded their weapons, crushed thousands of flying insects, and then buried themselves under the layers of insects.

A few screams were heard, and there was no sound.

Roar!

The barbarian war god roared and turned into a giant four or five feet tall, with a blue-gray skin as hard as steel, allowing the flying insects to bite without any scars.

A punch was thrown out, and the terrifying power was released, forming a white gas explosion, destroying the insect swarm with a radius of dozens of feet.

"If it weren't for the destruction of all the strange insects of this messenger, I would have swallowed you clean!"

Yang Qi's voice came from all directions: "It's just right to try this messenger's magical power..."

The air of the plague between heaven and earth gathered and fell into the body of the Barbarian God of War, and the blue-gray skin turned into a withered yellow.

"Cough cough cough... uh uh uh..."

The Barbarian God of War was panting like a cow, his five internal organs were burning, and his whole body strength was rapidly lost. He was as weak as an ordinary person and could not support his three or four feet high body.

Boom!

He fell to the ground and was submerged in the insect swarm in an instant.

The high priest and others saw this, their faces were full of horror. The top five strong men in the tribe fell silently.

"Scorpion ghost, you are looking for death!"

A crack appeared in the void, revealing the ghost face of the witch god, opening his mouth and spitting out a whistling wind, blowing across the mountains and fields.

The swarm of insects that Yang Qi temporarily summoned were all scared to death in the cold wind.