I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years - Chapter 214

After Xu Fengxian left.

The high priest threw the storage bag aside, closing his eyes and thinking.

In terms of conspiracy and tricks, the human race throws away the eight streets of the barbarian, so the high priest learns to act stupid.

When communicating with the human race, he deliberately shows the original, stupid, and greedy side, reduces the other’s guard, and then rethinks and thinks over and over again afterwards.

This is a little skill learned from the Confucian Academy.

The high priest had changed his body, studied in a small academy of Dagan, and even passed the government examination.

It is a pity that the screening of the Jinshi department is strict, and there is a state of the great scholar to identify the identity, otherwise the high priest may be a high school Jinshi, and severely beat the big scholar in the face. .

“The Dragon Cavalry is attached to the Witch Clan, it seems there is no harm, let alone with millions of women and children.”

“The intermarriage between the Witch and the Human race has a bloodline advantage, and the children born are all the Witch tribe. At most thirty to fifty years, the Dragon Cavalry has completely integrated into the Witch tribe.”

Xu Feng first broke the soil to build the country, and Emperor Jingtai would never forgive him. He could only rely on the barbarians.

The high priest thought clearly and knelt down in front of the idol in the hall.

This one-hundred-headed Thousand-Handed God statue is more than ten feet tall, and is said to be the body of the witch god. The last one was smashed by Emperor Guangming, this one was a treasure given by the wizard **** himself, and the high priest could communicate with the wizard **** at any time.

After the high priest chanted the prayer mantra and waited for a while, he sensed the immensity of soul power.

“The witch **** is on top, now Dashun country is defeated, Xu Fengxian wishes to enclose…”

The high priest told Xu Fengxian to tell the witch god, asking for guidance from the gods.

The witch **** deduced for a moment, but did not find the crisis, and the voice rang directly in the spirit of the high priest.

“Allow to depend on! Break it into pieces, so as not to change and disturb this seat again.”

The voice gradually dissipated, and the high priest fell on the ground and trembled. Every time he asked the witch **** for instructions, the pressure of terror almost made the soul collapse.

The witch **** is moody, and the high priest who died under his hand could not be counted with one hand.

The primitive and backwardness of the barbarians is not only the customs of life, but the belief in gods is also full of brutality and blood. Every year, saint women and sons are selected from various tribes, and blood sacrifices to witch gods are sought for blessings.

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

“Call the heads of the tribes, and millions of human races will soon be integrated, and they need to open the way to get them!”

…

Rumble!

The ground shook and the mountains shook, and the mountains in front of them split into gaps several feet wide.

The Tata Department dispatched all the sacrifices, constantly chanting spells and casting spells, the rocky ground quickly softened, and after the spells stopped, it turned into a flat stone road.

This side of the mountain.

Tens of thousands of people are boundless.

In the front is the martial arts master to open the way, there are dragoons to protect the left and right, and in the center is countless horse-drawn carriages and ox carts.

The car is mainly clothing, quilt, food, elderly women and children. Auxiliary soldiers shuttled among them, and when they encountered the blocked quarrel and crying wheels, they immediately went up to help. The whole seemed messy, but in fact, all levels were in order.

The sacrificial offerings of the Tata Department came to the front of the crowd, exchanged moments with Xu Fengxian, and displayed the tokens of the Witch God Department.

Xu Feng first shouted to the rear: “Xu Shiqi, take your people and go to the tower department.”

“Yes!”

Xu Shiqi’s 5,000 elite dragoons, plus auxiliary soldiers and family members, amounted to more than 30,000.

The convoy walked along the mountain road opened up by the sacrifice of great mana to the tower.

In one of the bullock carts, the little girl saw the barbarians on both sides of the mountain road, all two feet tall, carrying crude weapons and grinning, hiding in her mother’s arms in fright.

“Mother, it’s scary.”

“It doesn’t matter, General Xu will protect us.”

The mother hugged her daughter and looked straight at the barbarian soldiers without fear. Her husband was a small dragoon, and the number of barbarians killed was not one hundred or eighty.

Of course, it was on the plains, or relying on city walls.

Going deep into the mountains now, dragoons can only be pawns, and fighting with the barbarians is hard to say who is strong and who is weak.

The barbarian soldiers greedily swept the ox carts and carts. They looked down upon the bulls and horses. The women, clothes, iron pots on the carts…everything, in the eyes of the barbarian soldiers, are rare things that can only be possessed by warriors and sacrifices.

There are now countless ox carts and carriages, pulling countless goods.

In order to thrive and thrive, the barbarians do not have a mature marriage system. In their eyes, the woman in the car is a tribal woman.

“Woooooo-“

“Woo-“

The barbarians let out a long roar in excitement, causing the carriage to panic.

The sacrificial brow wrinkled slightly, and he waved the staff to release a green light.

brush!

The spell hit the barbarian with the loudest voice, and saw a majestic and burly body, withered at the speed visible to the naked eye, and in the end only a corpse was left.

Suddenly there was silence on the mountain road.

The barbarians have a very high concept of superiority and inferiority. Sacrifices and warriors are equivalent to nobles, and the rest of the ordinary barbarians all belong to their slaves.

“General Xu, I made you laugh, they are all humble people.”

The priest bowed in an awkward human race and said: “I hope that after the noble army comes to the Tata Department, they can establish a school and teach them to study the writings of the leaders.”

Xu Shiqi asked: “Have you been to Dagan?”

“No, only promoted to high-ranking priests to cast transformation spells, and go to Dagan before they will not be exposed.”

The priest said: “I have collected some hard-working books, but it is too troublesome to learn. I have to cleanse myself every time I read it!”

“Master Sacrifice has learned very well!”

Xu Shiqi gave a thumbs up and said: “When I first entered the precious land, I prepared a gift, which is a spirit brought from Dagan.”

“Spirit! Isn’t it too much?”

The priest looked happy and whispered: “I can reach the tribe tomorrow, and the patriarch will hold a welcome banquet. If there is not much alcohol, we will drink privately…”

“A lot, enough for everyone to drink several times!”

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

The strong alcohol has a colorless, odorless and highly poisonous, and there is no problem at first drinking it. The dose increases with the amount of drinking, the greater the power after the secret method is detonated.

The Tata Tribe is one of the twelve major tribes of the Barbarian.

Sacrifice practice relies on the power of incense, which is similar to that of a living person cultivating the Shinto. The fighting method is not strong.

With poison and sneak attacks, Xu Shiqi was confident to defeat the superior priests, and then completely destroyed the tower and the temple.

…

Dragoons along the mountain road opened by the barbarian sacrifices, all the way to the witch gods.

Passing through the various tribes of the barbarian tribe, according to the voucher issued by the Witch God Palace, the large tribe dispersed 30,000 to 40,000 people, and the small tribe 10,000 to 20,000.

Because the high priest invited the oracle, the tribes did not have any suspicions, and regarded the Dragoons as a benefit to the door. The patriarchs of some small tribes asked Xu Fengxian in private to discuss whether they could keep more people.

Ten days later, there were only 20,000 elites left in the Dragoon Army, and they came to the Witch God Department.

“Meet the messenger!”

The ritual who was in charge of welcoming them first paid homage to Xu Ye.

Xu Ye is an envoy of the witch god, who can communicate directly with the witch god, and is second only to the high priest in theory.

“No need to be polite.”

Xu Ye spoke pure barbaric language, and he immediately made the rituals welcomed by him feel good.

The Witch God Ministry is on the east side of the tribe, and a mountain area is set aside for Xu Feng to be stationed first.

The monks in the Dragoons cast spells, burned forests with fire, built houses with earth, and quickly set up camps.

Approaching the evening.

The high priest sent an invitation to dinner.

“Xu must be there on time.”

After Xu Fengxian sent away the messenger barbarians, he waved his hand to put down the soundproof formations, and took out the messenger arrays one by one.

Xu Ye asked, “Father, do you want to do it now?”

“It seems to be lax during the banquet, but the barbarians must be careful, but they are not good at sending information.”

Xu Fengxian said: “Normal people must not have thought of it. Just set up the table when they arrive, so that they can achieve unexpected results! Besides, there is no need for me to wait for the witch **** ministry!”

When speaking, a message passed through the formation to the dragoons of each barbarian tribe.

The commander and general who received the message immediately cast a spell to detonate the accumulated poison, and then concealed it all the way without leaving a living.

“We’re done with our business, we will wait for True Immortal Fighting Technique!”

Xu Fengxian looked up at the sky and said: “If Immortal Chang wins, this barbaric territory will change the surname to Xu!”

Xu Ye nodded slightly, the territory of the Barbarian tribe was easy to defend and hard to attack, and the great leaders could no longer do anything about the Xu family. Only in this way could he truly gain a foothold.

…

Underworld.

The sad clouds are bleak, the wind and wind are angry, and the gray scene will never change.

Unknown mountains.

The majestic yin gas turns into a river, flowing continuously into the mountains, like rivers meeting the sea.

The witch **** is cultivating in the mountains, constantly refining Yin Qi, flushing the incense and divine nature of the body, and purifying the body of ghosts and immortals.

The incense **** body once helped the witch **** to become the body of ghosts and immortals, but now it has become a burden. In recent years, I have been trying to get rid of the divine body and refine the incense and divine power into the incarnation.

suddenly.

The witch **** gave a warning sign and immediately interrupted his practice, pinching his fingers.

“A small barbarian tribe was annihilated? A trivial matter…”

Before the words fell, another scream sounded in his ears, deducing that a middle-level tribe was destroyed.

The lives of the barbarians of the two tribes didn’t matter to the wizard god, but the destruction of two barbaric temples in succession made him look gloomy.

Before the witch **** could count the murderer, there were several screams in his ear, and the spirit frequently warned.

“Seven tribes have been exterminated in a row! Could it be that Luo Jing, who is not dead, can still shoot?”

However, the seven tribes were just the beginning. The continuous screams and warnings, the shattering of the temple and the constant tremors of the divine body made the witch **** suddenly become cautious.

A prayer rang in my ears: “Sorcerer God is here, please save the tower!”

Among the barbarians, only the sound of prayers of the superior sacrificial offerings can reach the ears of the witch gods.

“One of the twelve tribes is also gone!”

With a thought of the witch god, the clone followed the source of the sacrificial prayer and possessed itself on the broken idol.

…

Tata Department.

Has fallen into a flame.

The corpses of the barbarians lay all over the ground. The moment the poison broke out, most of the barbarians died on the spot.

The Dragoons took their long spears and pierced their necks one by one, making sure that no barbarians were alive.

Xu Shiqi slowly walked into the tribal temple, and the corners of the sacrifices were seriously injured and dying, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

“Ahem! General Xu… I think… we are friends!”

This sacrifice was the one who greeted Xu Shiqi, admired the culture of great leaders, liked reading, and imitated scholars in words and deeds.

At this time, he was very poisonous, he vomited blood, his chest was wounded by a knife more than three feet long, and he could almost see a beating heart.

“Afterlife, reborn as a human being!”

Xu Shiqi waved his hand to cut off the sacrificial atmosphere.

In front of.

The patriarch who suffered a sneak attack and was seriously injured was the only high-ranking priest in the Tata tribe. He did not choose to escape, but knelt down in front of the idol and chanted and prayed.

Xu Shiqi’s true energy revolved, and the martial arts scene turned into a **** long sword, slashing towards the patriarch’s neck.

boom!

An aura of horror erupted from the patriarch, and his eyes full of hatred became indifferent.

The witch **** possessed and descended, with a thought, the blood-colored long sword shattered, and the spirit swept across the entire tower, instantly understanding the cause and consequence.

“Dragon Cavalry? Just a mere ant, so bold!”

Xu Shiqi didn’t even think about it, and turned into a escape light to flee away. Even if there was only one divine thought, he could not resist it.

“die!”

The Sorcerer God did not move, pointing to escape Xu Shiqi.

The supernatural power of the incantation came in an instant, and it was about to fall on Xu Shiqi’s body, and there was an extra six-winged golden silkworm out of thin air.

“Old ghost, what kind of ability to bully juniors!”

While talking, the golden silk swallowed the spell like a belly, burped like a full burp, and continued: “This area will be covered by the messenger from now on, the old ghost should go back to the underworld and wait for death!”

“Golden silkworm? Feigui!”

The witch **** recognized the origin of the golden silkworm at a glance, and a little sensed its aura. He couldn’t help but exclaimed in horror: “You can actually be promoted to Super Grade?”

Yang Qi said triumphantly: “What super quality, this messenger is a righteous spirit with eight classics, pure blessing and righteousness, a hundred times more noble than you, a godless thing!”

Super-grade mostly refers to proving the way by others. After that, the road ahead is cut off, and there is no hope for longevity. At the bottom of the chain of contempt for immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons, there is faint contempt for derogation.

“Just now the preaching was so rampant, this seat will definitely want you…”

The witch **** hadn’t finished speaking, his face suddenly gloomy.

In just a few moments, more than a dozen barbarian tribes were destroyed, and the witch **** ministry, the most populous, was being slaughtered by insect swarms. The high priest kept praying and summoning the witch god.

“Ghost, so ruthless!”

The voice of the witch **** fell, and the divine mind pulled away from the sacrificial body and disappeared.

…

The Ministry of Witch God.

The priests who were discussing how to integrate the Dragoon Army suddenly heard a scream.

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

The swarm of insects swept past, leaving white bones on the ground.

The barbarian warriors brandished their swords, crushed thousands of flying insects, and then buried them under layers of insects.

Several screams came out, and there was no sound.

Roar!

The barbarian war **** roared and turned into a four or five feet tall giant, his skin was blue-gray as hard as stainless steel, and he was allowed to bite by flying insects without any scars.

A fist blasted out, and the terrorist force vented, forming a white gas explosion, destroying the insect swarms in a radius of tens of meters.

“If it weren’t for the messenger’s worms, I would have swallowed you clean!”

Yang Qi’s voice came from all directions: “Just try this messenger’s supernatural power…”

The plagues between heaven and earth gathered ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and fell into the body of the barbarian **** of war, and the bluish-grey skin turned into withered yellow.

“Cough cough cough… uh uh uh…”

The barbarian **** of war is panting like an ox, and his internal organs are burnt. The strength of his whole body is fast passing away.

Rumble!

He fell to the ground and was drowned in the insect swarm in a flash.

When the high priest and others saw this, their faces were horrified, and the top five experts in the clan fell silently.

“Guigui, look for death!”

The void opened a gap, manifested the ghost face of the wizard god, opened his mouth and let out a yin wind whistling, blowing across the mountains and plains.

The swarms of insects that Yang Qi temporarily summoned were all scattered and died in the overcast wind.

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