Become a Fairy

"Wow." There was a burst of cheers in the distance, and a dozen strong men of the Yeshi clan were seen carrying a deer beast covered with black scales out of the weeds. A look of joy on his face.

Lu Xiaotian looked at it with a smile, this scaled deer is a wild animal with extremely delicious meat, and what is rare is that this scaled deer is of great benefit to the improvement of the strength of the Yeshi tribe, but the Yeshi tribe can't use it properly, roasting the scaled deer If you eat it directly after it is cooked, the spiritual power in the scaled deer will naturally not be fully utilized, and even most of it will dissipate. The improvement of the strength of the Yeshi people is naturally extremely limited. Although the spiritual intelligence is not high, and the comprehension is a little lower, it is not known if he can break through to the level of transforming gods if he succeeds in cultivation.

The Yeshi people live in fire and roast food, Lu Xiaotian takes a pill and sits down to restore the consumed consciousness. This refining of the magnetic gold liquid is originally the work that the strong in the body should do. quite large. Especially mana, when the power of the blood gang can't keep up, how to use the only power to the extreme will naturally consume more consciousness, even with the strength of Lu Xiaotian's soul at present, he is quite tired.

"Wow!" A middle-aged couple offered Lu Xiaotian roasted deer legs on a wooden tray. A pair of hind legs, the most delicious part. This middle-aged couple seems to be a little bit smarter than other clansmen, and Lu Xiaotian doesn't understand the language of the clan, but from the behavior of the other party, he can roughly judge the meaning of the other party.

Lu Xiaotian accepted the pair of venison legs, and directly tore off a piece of venison with his hands and put it in his mouth. Seeing that Lu Xiaotian accepted, the middle-aged couple retreated with a smile on their faces, sharing the roasted prey with their clansmen.

The life of the Yeshi tribe is extremely simple. After filling their stomachs, there will be some activities among the tribesmen. They open their mouths and make a sound, which seems to be singing some simple ballads to celebrate.

It was at this time that suddenly, seventeen or eight of the Yeshi clan members fell down one after another. Suddenly, bursts of bewitching red spots appeared on his body. And this erythema is still spreading rapidly.

All of a sudden, the Yeshi tribe panicked, and more people were falling down. In a short while, hundreds of tribesmen had already fallen by half. Most of those who fell were adult men and women. Only those old people and young children were spared at this time.

"Woo!" Seeing this scene in front of them, the oldest members of the Yeshi clan let out a mournful cry, and bowed their heads to the vast sky and earth in the distance. There are tears in the eyes. Those young children cried helplessly beside their parents, trying to wake them up from their deep sleep.

Lu Xiaotian's eyes suddenly became sharp, who would not spare such a small tribe that has nothing to do with the world, and would cast such a vicious curse. This is to bring people from the Yeshi clan to the clan.

Lu Xiaotian's body flew up from the crude bullock cart. Landing in the middle of the crowd, the consciousness swept over everyone's bodies for a while, and found that these old people and young children did not lack this kind of strange power, but the onset was not vigorous and fast. Sleep under this curse.

"It's too vicious to use such power to deal with a tribe that has nothing to do with the world." Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly, and immediately sat down in the void, pinching the magic formula with his left hand, and stretching out the palm of his right hand on the side of his right face.

At this time, the bewitching red spots on the cursed strong men and women began to spread around. Streaks of red mist are formed, and these red mist are distorted, forming ferocious demons one by one, looking like they choose to devour people.

In this wilderness, a group of demons danced wildly. All the strong men and women of the shale tribe were unconscious. The red mist seemed to turn this place into a hell on earth.

Moo. The sound of the Buddha's trumpet was like a bell ringing suddenly in the dark, knocking into the hearts of these desperate Yeshi tribesmen. At this time, the old men and young children whose curse power gradually spread in their bodies were drowsy at first, but the sudden sound of the Buddha's horn was like a ray of light, tearing through the darkness that shrouded their hearts.

The demons formed by the red mist suddenly heard the sound of the Buddha's horn and screamed. He bared his teeth and claws at Lu Xiaotian for a while, as if he wanted to tear Lu Xiaotian alive. Lu Xiaotian looked calm, stretched out his right palm, and seven exquisite pagodas appeared in the palm of his hand, spinning endlessly, and there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds inside.

In each of the ancient silver demon-suppressing towers, a relic with a different aura shines and emerges from the tower. The seven demon-suppressing towers are divided into different parts of the town, and the relics fly from the tops of the towers and gather on top of Lu Xiaotian's head Rotate slowly.

At this time, the bodies of each Yeshi clan were glowing red. After instinctively sensing the threat, they each emerged from their bodies and gathered together to form a huge demon. The demon, who was originally an unusually tall figure, was shrouded in the brilliance of the Zhenyao Tower at this time, but Lu Xiaotian's slightly thin figure gave people a feeling of admiration.

"The Yeshi tribe is a product of evil fate. It is the shame of the Yeshi demon. It is not tolerated by the world. It is born with the power of a curse. Where did you come from? How dare you meddle in your own business." The red demon was shrouded in Buddha's light In it, he couldn't get out after a while of left and right, and suddenly roared from embarrassment.

"Every living being is born with God's will. You are just an evil heretic, cursing evil spirits. You dare to speak nonsense about the world. You are not ashamed to speak loudly." Lu Xiaotian said softly, "Since I have encountered it, I will destroy you, the cursed evil spirit. , who can bear with me?"

"Dare!" The demon roared for a while.

"Why don't you dare, I want you to die, who can save you." Lu Xiaotian smiled lightly, just a cursed spirit, if he continued to lurk in the body of the Yeshi tribe, he would not be able to completely destroy the other party. At this time, in order to come out to deal with him, he did not expect that he had exceeded the opponent's ability.

The other party wanted to go back again, but it was not so easy. Without the cursed spirit, those strong men and women who had already been unconscious woke up one after another, and the drowsy old man and young child also regained their spirits, but when they saw this red demon, they felt a burst of fear from the bottom of their hearts. Obviously, this demon The threat to them has been more than a day or two. But when they saw Lu Xiaotian, who was indifferent and exuded waves of Zen aura, these Yeshi clansmen couldn't help but have the idea of ​​paying homage to him.

After the cursed spirit came out of the Yeshi tribe's body, the original dazed and chaotic expression on the Yeshi tribe's face disappeared. Just looking at the expression, it was no different from ordinary people. It's just that the emotions on the faces of these Yeshi people are changing.

Lu Xiaotian stretched out his right palm, covering the huge red demon with Buddhist and Taoist seals.

However, those old men at the head suddenly bowed their heads to Lu Xiaotian in the Buddha's light and worshiped, with tears streaming down their faces, "We, the Yeshi people, were born to be tolerated by the heavens and the earth, and we have lived here for thousands of years, and we cannot escape the curse. The traces of the whole family's suffering, the coming of the saints. Solve the suffering of the Yeshi tribe for thousands of years. Since the birth of the Yeshi tribe, it has been abandoned by hundreds of tribes. Only the saints have mercy. No matter the success or failure of this battle, the Yeshi tribe will always remember The grace of the saint, life after life, will never be forgotten!"