Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 486: Ming (Destiny) Clan (below)
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When the roar reverberates and gradually dissipates, the black cloud on sky is no longer, and it becomes a scattered mist in spread in all directions. Those hundreds of bats Saint Clan, there are only less than one left at this moment. Hundred, retreat four times on this sky.
A large amount of flesh and blood spilled from the air, and the Shaman Clan ’s bow and the blow of the dead air burst can be said to be the ultimate strength of Shaman Clan. It is also because of this strength that they can persist here for fifteen years. !
But the cost of this power is also very great. That sha bow can only be used once. It is not that this Magical Treasure is invalid, but there is no Battle Shaman, which can be pulled twice in a short period of time. bow!
Every time it is pulled apart, it is actually at the expense of their muscles and bones. After the need for healing, as a key protector, it will play an important role in the next battle.
As for the impact of the dead air condensed from the animal altar, this kind of power cannot be artificially accumulated. It takes time to pass. Over the past 15 years, Nangong Hen has only accumulated five explosions here. .
It seems to condense only once every three years. Although there is only one left now, it is still a long way from the next three years.
"Send ... Sacrifice ..." Nangong Hen lowered his head, unwilling to look down, he knelt half on the ground, clenched his fists, the people behind him also looked sad, and also half kneeled On the ground.
Almost as they knelt down, all the Shaman Clans in this mountain valley were silent, kneeling down sadly. They bowed down to the tribesmen of twenty Shaman Clan.
All these twenty tribesmens are old people. Their bodies flew slowly toward the light curtain. Their faces showed emotions and smiles, emotions were their own destiny, smiles were looking at tribesmen At the time.
They are willing to become sacrifices, because they know that they will not live long, if their death can be exchanged for tribesmen peace for a period of time, then their death also has its place.
Under the kneeling and sorrow of all Shaman Clan people, the bodies of these twenty old men penetrated the light curtain, appeared outside the mountain valley, and rushed to the more than one hundred who had never wandered in the sky. Manta Saint Clan tribesmen.
The bats Saint Clan tribesmen flew directly in the roar, and a killing began. The killing did not resist. Some were only the death of Xue Linlin.
All the people of Shaman Clan have seen this scene, and the silence is deeper in each silence.
It was not until the twenty or so old men were killed by this dodo Saint Clan tribesmen that the tribesmen of these bats Saint Clan spread their wings and flew to the distance.
Nangong Hen raised his head, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. In the fifteen years here, they have fought with the manta Saint Clan many times, knowing that this Nine Yin World race likes to hunt. They often come in large groups. Never give up, more and more will come.
Therefore, Shaman Clan can only send this so-called sacrifice after breaking it down a little bit to satisfy the hunting of the manta Saint Clan. Only in this way can some days of peace be exchanged.
Moreover, if the sacrifice is sent directly without fighting, it has no effect. The Saint Clan must be killed or injured. In this way, it is in line with the hunting ritual of the bat Saint Clan.
This, 15 years of Nangong Hen and others here understand.
"We still gave tribesmen as a sacrifice ... 60% of the chances of winning, but the price is too great ..." The old lady behind Nangong Hen whispered.
"Sustaining 67 people died on Formation, plus 20 people willing to be sacrifices, this time we died 87 people."
"Battle Shaman shaman bow takes half a year to start again. The medicine for healing is not enough. You need to arrange someone to take a risky trip to Shaman City to find medicine ..."
"The altar is still dead."
Nangong Hen listened to the people behind him reporting the results of this battle one by one. His expression gradually became confused. Fifteen years ago, he did not successfully leave under the upheaval, but stayed here and waited At the time, the rescue of Shaman Clan was nearly 10,000.
There are multiple Advanced Shamans among them, but as they fight and fight again and again, their number is getting smaller and smaller, and finally they are divided under a split, and some people have gone out of nowhere.
Gradually, because of his identity, he became the leader of this place, watching the death of tribesmen again and again, until now, the future is confused, I do n’t know where ...
"Maybe the outside has forgotten us ... Maybe the Calamity of Eastern Wasteland has already happened, the world outside has changed dramatically, and no one can remember that in this Nine Yin World, we still exist.
Perhaps, you ca n’t leave here in this life, only to die ... where is the future? "Nangong Hen looks vicissitudes and sighs in his heart, but his consciousness is in this confusion, the moment he looks at sky, his face changes immediately.
Besides him, there are more than a dozen people behind him, and even a lot of Shaman Clan in mountain valley. At the moment when he saw sky, he was shocked and horrified.
Nangong Hen saw with his own eyes that the sky in the distance has a dark fog several times larger than the previous black cloud, which is rolling in. The figure of the manta Saint Clan that is sometimes exposed in the fog is shocking!
The number seems to be nearly a thousand! !
Their direction is this mountain valley!
"I saw the purple line tribesmen of the bat Saint Clan, the number ... a lot, this kind of thing has never happened. After a batch of broken in the past, it will take at least half a year to re-hunt!
There are so many purple lines tribesmen, and there must be Golden Striped tribesmen of bat Saint Clan in this battle, we may win almost zero in this battle, even if all tribesmen all maintain Formation operation, it will not last long! "
"Run at full strength to protect Formation, prepare for the impact of lifelessness, let the alternate bow Battle Shaman, even if you die, you must pull the bow!"
"If they only pass by, if not pass by, tell all tribesmen ... At the time of the decisive battle, the moment of life and death, we waited for fifteen years, and finally arrived!" Nangong Hen looked dignified and depressed to open mouth.
After the words of Nangong Hen were spoken, someone passed on immediately. On the Formation in mountain valley, at this moment Shaman Clan tribesmen was decisive and decisive. He crossed his knees in that Formation and dedicated all his strength.
In mountain valley, everywhere in cave abode, people of Shaman Clan stood silently on the edge of cave abode, watching sky, wiping their mists, running their internal cultivation, and their expressions were determined!
Some of the children born within these fifteen years, in the arms of their mothers, looked out, and looked at their fathers. In their pure eyes, they showed fear, but more, it was a kind of death together. meaning.
There are still many old people, all standing outside cave abode one by one. Their vicissitudes of the face are filled with traces of years. Looking at the sky, they are ready to exchange death for dignity.
All Shaman Clan people are watching sky, watching the black mist billowing, watching them pass by, or target, where they are.
When the black mist stopped in the midair of mountain valley, everyone who saw this scene of Shaman Clan understood that it was time for the decisive battle!
When Nangong Hen gritted his teeth, his both eyes flowed out of madness. After watching the black mist pause for a moment, it suddenly burst like an eruption, and hundreds of roaring bats Saint Clan tribesmen descended from it. , Nangong Hen gave a low growl.
His body rushed out, and behind him, the dozen followers also rushed out.
"War, die, not fight, and die, but if you fight, you die without regret!"
"We have waited for fifteen years, the rescue of Outer World has been silent, they may have forgotten us, have given up on us, where is the future, and the future is in our hands!
We are not waiting any longer. We are going to fight vigorously. If this battle is won, we will no longer be Shaman Clan. We are independent! Take control of your own destiny and pursue your own future. Outsiders save themselves if they don't save. From then on, we call ourselves Ming (Destiny) Clan! ! "Nangong Hen lifted the void with his right hand, and immediately flicked out long spear and was caught in his hand.
"Ming (Destiny) Clan !!!"
"From now on, we are not witch, but Ming (Destiny) Clan!" A low growl came from every Shaman Clan population in this mountain valley.
"Dead Air Shock!" As Nangong Hen screamed, immediately the entire dead air inside the mountain valley condensed again, turned into a powerful shock, went straight up, penetrated the guardian light curtain, and those who came The bat Saint Clan touched, and at the moment when the roaring sound reverberated, Nangong Hen screamed.
"Ming (Destiny) Clan tribesmen, let's kill!"
A figure, a roar, a rise in this mountain valley, this rise, like the rise of a nation, a kind of oppression, under the hood of death, in a fierce struggle of fifteen years of waiting , The unwilling cry, the release of everything!
In addition to maintaining Formation operation and protecting the children in mountain valley, Shaman Clan still delivers power on Formation, more than 500 Shaman Clan people rushed out of mountain valley, and those Saint Clan who were in the impact of death , Launched a fight between life and death!
"Unrestrained!" A cold hum reverberates from the sky's black mist, but sees this Black Aura outward spread, there are ten eyebrows with a bright purple line bat Saint Clan tribesmen, stepping out, behind them It is a huge tribesmen with a height of five feet in a brow and a Golden Striped!
He snorted, lifted his right hand, and pressed downwards. With this press, the impact of the dead air was all at once, and it suddenly burst into the direction of spread, making its power suddenly dissipated. less.
"Sacred Ancestor is awakening soon, all the Outer World clan here, all killed to sacrifice, this Nine Saints Altar, we bat Saint Clan!"
More bats Saint Clan tribesmen, in the excited roar, rushed to the people of Shaman Clan!
At this time, on sky, which was not too far away from this place, Su Ming walked with a calm face. The little snake on his shoulder hung his head, staring forward, and a hissing came out.
Su Ming frowned, and the speed suddenly increased at the time of the step, which caused a burst of sharp sound.