Zhao Ge: 116. Employ a demon

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The clansmen put on their costumes when Asa passed through the raging fire and walked into the middle of the circle intact, raised the ancient knife in his hand, which was a machete made of animal bones, glowing hideously under the fire light. The people around the campfire have a pious and solemn expression on their faces.

Kelang joined the crowd with the other Asa who walked out of the tent and stood around the bonfire. They also changed into costumes long ago, and they also had bone knives hanging around their waists.

A torch was inserted on the high platform, and Asa climbed onto the high platform and raised the torch.

"The exiled wandering in the sands of Krazhuoma." Asa said in a low voice, everyone was quiet, the fire was burning with crackling crackling noises, "Our grandparents, our fathers , Adhering to the will of the warrior, was buried in the scorching sun of Krazhuoma."

The old Buyik wizard has a low voice.

The tribe listened quietly to Asa’s recount of the tribe’s past.

Hundreds of years of wandering and searching, wandering through the sand with the exhausted soul of the hat, camel bells traversed the entire Krazhuoma, leaving the mark of the ancient nation on the Gobi Desert...

The gray-haired Asa told on the high platform that the unconscious Amu curled up in the tent, with a painful look on his face. She grabbed the animal skin cushion, and some strange patterns faintly appeared on her face.

"Namu is as majestic as the sun shines on Krazhuoma, and the sun is endless, and the people of Namu will eventually return to their homeland!"

Asa raised the torch in his hand high, the fire was rolled up in the wind, and his voice penetrated the campfire and the night wind.

"Nam's son Ming will return to his homeland!"

The Buyik tribe in costume raised up the bone knife in his hand and shouted loudly.

With boundlessness and fateful shouts entrenched on the ring of bonfires, the fiercely burning fire leaped up in the wave of sounds, the flames rolled several feet, originally The bonfire burned into a wall of fire, and the red flames danced like a frantic roll, enveloping every Buyik tribe holding a bone knife.

They knelt to the ground, put the bone knives on the ground, and kowtowed towards the bone knives.

One click, one click, another click.

The flames wrapped around everyone, but they didn't burn them. They were obviously ordinary mortals, but at this time they were safe in the fire.

Fire, bone knife, kowtow.

The fire spread to the high platform in the middle of the circle, and vines generally clung to the high platform. Asa standing on the high platform was wrapped in flames. When the clansmen prostrated their heads at the bone knives, he said long and difficult, Buyik Long poem passed down from generation to generation.

On the sand-like klazhuoma, countless secrets are hidden in these long poems passed down from generation to generation.

Following Asa's chanting, the flames spread from the original circular fire, like a snake spreading on the sand. The flame crawled towards a rocky mountain opposite the camping site-it was a huge rocky mountain that looked like a strange animal from a distance.

Nine worship and nine knocks, the costumed Buyik people stood up, holding bone knives in both hands, facing the direction of the flame crawling, facing the rocky mountain that resembled a beast, together with Asa, they remembered A long poem that has been circulating in the Great Desert of Kelazhuoma.

The entire campsite is as bright as day.

The flame spread to the rocky mountain, and several giant snakes clung to it as if they were, and finally gathered at the top of the mountain, circling in two places.

On the tall rocky mountain, the flames slowly gathered and circulated, and finally formed a pair of closed eyes.

Asa closed his eyes, chanting in a deep voice, the bone chain on his wrist turning.

As he turned the bone chain on his wrist, Amu in the tent slowly sat up like a string puppet, the pattern on his face wandered like a flame on a rocky mountain and gathered in his eyes.

In the flames, Asa shouted out the last long poem, his voice already hoarse.

Amu in the tent opened his eyes, and there seemed to be flames in the depths of those exotic eyes.

"Nahm's fire will burn time, and Nahm's will will come across the ancients and bring down supreme honor."

The hoarse voice was accompanied by the rising flames, and the flame eyes on the rocky mountain suddenly opened.

The moment the flame eyes opened, there was a thunderous rumbling sound from the depths of the rock that was like a creeping beast. At that moment, all the bone knives in the hands of the Buyik people shrouded in the fire appeared. Han Guang, there is ancient power flowing in their blood.

The recovery of that kind of power was only a moment, and the next moment was accompanied by the sound of air shaking, the bonfire was extinguished, the flame disappeared, the eyes on the rock disappeared again, and the power fell silent.

But all the Buyik people still burst into tears.

The old man of the clan knelt to the ground, tears crying: "Namu...Namu did not abandon his people, the glory of the Buyik clan..."

The tribe that has wandered in the desert for hundreds of years, faced countless sandstorms and countless hungry wolves, and lived like a beast, crying like a child at this moment.

One by one, these exiles in the desert slowly knelt on the ground, muttering words that they didn't know the meaning.

The bonfire went out, and when the tribe knelt down, Amu, who was alone in the tent, closed his eyes and fell back unconsciously.

Asa stood on the high platform, turning the bone chain in his hand.

He looked at the pious people in silence, white as snow.

In another part of the Buyik camp, Bailishu and Ye Qiusheng are in the tent.

Ye Qiusheng no longer lay down. He sat cross-legged in the tent, with the knife on his knees, his face solemn and cold sweat on his forehead. They heard the Bouyik's chanting clearly in the tent, but Ye Qiusheng did not go out to check it. This is not to follow Kron's orders.

When the flame turns into a fire wall from soaring, even if there is a tent blocking it, the fire light still shines brightly inside the tent. At that time he wanted to go out and check, Bailishu said.

"Don't go out."

Bai Lishu stopped him softly.

Ye Qiusheng turned his head to look at him, the fire that penetrated illuminating Bailishu's profile, and a bright warm yellow fainted from the outline.

"Red Flame Fire."

——But seeing the fire of red flames rise in the abyss, the sky and the ground, Namu, who ruled the kingdom of death, was born in red flames.

Bai Li thought about this line in Krazhuoma's long poem, thoughtfully.

Ye Qiusheng just wanted to ask about "Red Flame Fire", the brighter the tent became, his breath was slightly choked, and an indescribable ancient pressure spread from the direction of the open space outside the tent.

The stagnant pressure of the tide made Ye Qiu angry and blood flowed up. The situation that the true qi was blocked and unable to function, the true qi in his body was disordered, and he almost vomited blood directly.

Damn it, the Buyik people are just a group of ordinary people.

Ye Qiusheng held the ancient blade, turned his head and looked outside the tent, only to see the molten brightness flowing from outside the tent, following the molten brightness passing outside the tent, that kind of invisible The pressure is getting heavier and heavier, making the chest tight.

Just when Ye Qiusheng held the ancient blade and wanted to use his own blood to forcibly awaken some of the viper spirit in the ancient blade to share it, the pressure on his body suddenly disappeared and a familiar breath appeared in the tent. .

Bai Lishu took out his Golden Crow longbow.

The longbow gave off a faint golden light, blocking the coercion for them.

"Buyikes..."

Bai Lishu sat up, his face a little pale, he also looked out of the tent.

It's just the direction he looked at, it didn't seem to be the long river of flames flowing outside the tent.

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"General! Look there."

When the bonfire turned into a city wall, in Bomu Fort on the edge of the ghost city, a soldier guarding the city faced the general road patrolling the upper city wall in amazement.

He pointed in the direction of the ghost town, with a look of consternation and fear on his face.

This soldier is a recruited native of Krazhuoma, who has a natural fear of ghost towns.

Looking in the direction of his fingers, the young general in armor frowned.

I saw the direction of the ghost city, and there was a fire. The night was dark and the fire was very obvious. However, the ghost city is not close to here, and there are many tall rocky hills in the ghost city. What kind of fire can burn Can you even see it here?

"General Chen."

Just as the young general hesitated, a voice sounded.

A man wearing a black robe and an iron mask also walked on the wall for some time. The voice of this man was strange, difficult to distinguish between male and female, and it was cold that made people get goosebumps. Seeing this man, a look of disgust passed across the young general's face.

The garrison general of Bomubao said with a smile without a smile: "It turns out that Mr. Yan hasn't fallen asleep. I don't know what's the matter?"

The tone of the young general's speech is a little strange.

He doesn't speak like a general military attache, rude, but like a civil servant, stern. The accent carries the accent of Jingtang Capital.

The man with the iron mask called "Mr. Yan" didn't seem to hear the disgust in the young general's words. He was still unhurried, speaking in a cold, strange tone: "The Chi of the Ghost Town The fire was ignited, and the general troublesome toil, take the army along with me."

"Presumptuous!"

The soldier had never seen this Mr. Yan, and didn't know who he was or what identity, but this soldier was saved by the general when he was besieged by a sand wolf when he was out of town. Hearing that someone ordered the general, his tone was contemptuous, and he couldn't help but speak.

It's just that he just spoke, and the remaining half is stuck in his throat.

The man with the mask turned his head, his eyes flickered behind the mask, and black flames rose from the soldier. The soldier didn't even have time to scream from the doctor, and it turned into ashes.

"You!"

The young general was furious, and the sword from his waist clanked out of its sheath.

But it's only less than an inch out, and it can't be pulled out again.

"General, please transfer troops." Mr. Yan said quietly.

Mr. Yan is gone, and the young general slams a fist on the wall: "Employ a demon, the disaster of the Golden Tang!"