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"Ancient ancestors, please listen to the call of your descendants and come. The sharp Yaksha will become great because of your appearance..."

The voice was gloomy and eloquent, and the other priests guarding the three parties also ran out and knelt behind Kuzuma. Their thin bodies were shivering in their linen clothes. With Kuzuma's voice, their souls seemed to have been torn out, and their blood The blood stains under the pillar rose into the sky amidst Ge Ma's murmur, accompanied by the hot blood clouds on the horizon that burned the northern border.

Gus, who was inside the bloody pillar, stared at the changes on the pillar in front of him. When the tombstone tore off the last layer of blood gauze and the bloody clothes were gone, the dark wooden pillar was completely carved into the shape of the tombstone. On the tombstone, a faint blood color emerged from The wooden pillar seeped out and flowed through the witch patterns, unexpectedly outlining a lake, a lake like blood.

After all, the sea of ​​knowledge is still embedded in the light of the mage.

Gus closed his eyes, no longer paying attention to what was happening here, and waited patiently for Ge Ma's next move.

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The old man stood 10,000 meters away from the Yasha tribe. The young child hugged the young man's neck tightly, with his mouth growing bigger. He looked at the blood rising in the blue sky in the north in horror, licking his lips with his tongue, and his black eyes seemed to be hooked to stare. He stood motionless, his chubby cheeks flushed, whether from excitement or fear.

"It's here. You two stay here and don't move. I'll go meet them." The old man said quickly and stepped out with his feet. He no longer looked old. His body was like a dragon. The next moment, he rushed into the sky, his figure getting bigger and bigger. It shrunk smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a white light and flew past quickly.

The child had not yet recovered from the shock. He stared at the young man's belly with his helpless legs and babbling something unknown in his mouth.

The blood cloud was like a tide and continued to spread rapidly around. The young man frowned slightly, pursed his thin lips, and jumped on one leg and ran into the distance.

The blood cloud was filling the air, and it had the momentum to rush through the Netherworld Mountains. At this time, all the adventurers who arrived in the northern border could not help but look in the direction where the blood cloud was thickest. No one knew what was happening inside, but the sound coming from the air The oppression interfered with their thinking. In the end, only a few adventure groups had strong confidence in themselves and rushed there without thinking, aiming for a reward of 10,000 gold coins.

Some teams retreated directly upon seeing this, but more of them chose to wait and see. They spent a lot of money to open up a road from the army and went through many hardships before reaching Northern Xinjiang, just to make a fortune. Northern Xinjiang It is a vast territory with no human traces. It is said that the northern border is full of treasures. Even if you cannot go into the center to seek great opportunities, it is good to just pick up "trash" around.

Anna's face was gloomy, and he was staring at the blood cloud ten thousand meters away, feeling uneasy in his heart. He loved power, but compared to life, he still chose the latter. The warning coming from the blood cloud was too strong, and he was overwhelmed. He was breathless and suffocated in his heart. The golden ring rubbed against the witchcraft wand studded with crystals. He took a deep breath and thought for a long time before waving his hand to call Il and said calmly: "Let the convoy get closer there, do it." Be prepared for battle and retreat immediately if the situation becomes unfavorable."

"Yes."

Gus is still waiting, and Ge Ma asked him to come in to protect the tombstone, but now there is no opponent of the Yasha clan. There are only two relatively strong wizards ten thousand meters away who are a bit of a threat to Ge Ma, and the rest are all mobs. He didn't know what Kamama was worried about.

Now he didn't care about anything. He could only count the time silently in his heart, bit by bit, but surprisingly slowly. Under the blood cloud, time seemed to have frozen, completely incomparable to usual times.

Ge Ma roared low, hammered the ground with both arms, stared at the sky angrily, red light rushed through the blood cloud, and roared: "The Eagle Ant Tribe, after waiting for today, will definitely visit in person."

"Haha, Ge Ma, it is a bit easy to summon the ancestors. Today, I, the Eagle Ant Clan and the Corpse Bone Clan are here to discuss it. I want to see how you can summon the ancestors who have long since died."

This sound came from above the blood cloud, and Gus couldn't detect it clearly after being separated from the earth. He could only vaguely see endless half-foot-long ants with wings growing out and hiding behind the clouds, waiting for something.

"The scum of Northern Xinjiang, I, the Yasha clan, are incompatible with you...Gelma, open the altar."

"Haha, scum of Northern Xinjiang? When will you turn my tribe into one of the sixty-four tribes in Northern Xinjiang? What a joke, I, Charles, will treat me well today...ah, damn it, do it." Before he finished speaking, Germa picked up the Yasha beside him and threw it into the altar without any resistance. Gus could see clearly that as an arc was drawn, the bloody sea of ​​knowledge suddenly stretched out his arms and tore the Yasha with great force. It exploded in mid-air, and thick plasma spurted out. The blood in the tombstone was like greedy locusts. After the flash, not a drop of blood was left on the ground.

Before Germa could take action, the kneeling Yaksha spontaneously rushed to the altar and decided to die in a dense crowd. The scene was spectacular, with roars and chaos, and there was even more buzzing above. The eagle ants actually covered the blood cloud, Even the brilliance of the sun was mostly obscured. Ge Ma stared coldly at the first ant, raised his legs together, and took the lead to meet it.

For a moment, the entire tribe was in chaos, but this had nothing to do with Gus sitting in the altar. The altar was surrounded by yakshas. The layers of yakshas suddenly raised clouds of blood mist, and the bloody sea of ​​​​knowledge emerged. Pair after pair of giant arms, happily accepting the supplies from the people.

That laughter lingered in Gus's ears and never stopped.

Suddenly, Gus turned around and looked in the direction of Eve and the four of them. He inserted the witch staff in front of him, humming coldly and filled his body with witchcraft power. The fire dragon burst through the air and in an instant, attacked the four eagle ants. Blast them all to pieces.

"You go!"

The next moment, Gus could no longer take care of the four people. Tens of thousands of eagle ants rushed down, and their targets were the Yashas who rushed towards the altar. Every time their six short and thick legs penetrated Yasha's body, they would suck the blood. All the water in Gan Yaksha's body instantly turned into mummy.

Yaksha was completely powerless against the eagle ants. At this time, they didn't care about resistance and were all running towards the altar. Germa's eyes were red and angry, and his sharp claws scratched, and half of the ant's body fell down. Soon, Ge Erma The position where Erma stood was getting higher and higher, and the corpses under her were piled up like a hill.

"The sixty-four tribes in Northern Xinjiang are coming to support!"

The sound roared across the sky, and sure enough, under the distant horizon, the Sirius Clan, the Shadow Clan, the Crimson Blood Clan... gathered like a sea, and rushed toward the altar in a dark mass.

There are sixty-four tribes in Northern Xinjiang, fourteen of which are fighting races. They all arrived on this day.

Charles dodged Kalama's claws, his tentacles squeaked, and his two teeth snapped together quickly, "Old Bone Ghost, what are you waiting for? Kill them, kill them all!"

There was no sign of any fluctuation in the fangs on Kuzuma's green face, but the trembling in his bloodthirsty eyes betrayed his heart. Charles laughed loudly, spread his wings slightly, and wanted to shatter the void. Kuzuma slashed his arms to his side, The body fell rapidly, taking away several eagle ant warriors in an instant.

"Want to condense holy wings? Dreaming."