Dashi: "Chief, are these people really ours of the same clan?"

Although the barbarian is a bit rough, he is at least in a human form. The tribe in front of him has a strange shape and a demonic spirit.

More beast-headed man than beast-headed man.

Dashi really can't treat them as his own tribe.

But Yang Muyun shook his head.

He asked Dawa to fight in order to test the details of these savages.

At the same time, he asked Erwa a few questions.

After obtaining the results of Erwa's keen eyes and golden eyes, Yang Muyun had a vague answer in his mind.

"The Beast Soul Tribe has special abilities that can seal the essence and souls of ferocious birds and beasts in their bodies to enhance their combat effectiveness."

Yang Muyun sacrificed his ancestors before and got many ways to draw "talisman" patterns.

The lower-level one is to use some ore and mix plant juice into pigments.

The intermediate one is to use the blood of living beings and mix color fuel with oil.

A more advanced thing is to seal the soul in the pattern, which not only can you improve the basic attributes, but also get special effects.

But the pros and cons of this method are hard to say.

The power is indeed greatly improved, but long-term contact with the souls of ferocious birds and beasts will inevitably be infected by their madness and violence.

Barbarians are impulsive in nature and can easily lose their minds under the impact of anger and enter a state of madness.

Coupled with the stimulation of these fierce souls, barbarians are more likely to become crazy and self-destruct.

Yang Muyun did not expect that the tribe's luck was so explosive that he drew advanced patterns.

What I didn't expect was that all members of this tribe used beast souls.

"It's no different from collective self-cultivation of the Sunflower Book."

This tribe is not wrong to become stronger collectively, but it is also easy to explode collectively.

The only thing their chief could do was to strengthen management and control, restrain the tribe members through discipline, so that they could suppress their emotions and restrain their inner violence.

"That's right. I'll just say how could the barbarians become a team with strict military discipline."

At this time, the chief of the Beast Soul Tribe rushed rapidly, reached a certain distance, and leaped high, waving his big axe with both hands to slash at the big kid.

I saw his body bowing backwards, holding a big axe in both hands behind his back, and the bottom of the axe blade almost touched the soles of his feet.

“A little like…Noxus guillotine…”

But the next moment, Sanwa joined the battle group and stood in front of the eldest brother.

clang!

A loud noise of gold and iron collision exploded on the ice field.

The invisible sound waves are like blades and blades, radiating out from all directions with Sanwa as the center.

Wherever you pass, it is like a shaving ice machine, and the ice and snow are flying.

All members of the Beast Soul Tribe covered their ears in pain, and their pupils tightly contracted, as if they were needle tips.

The closest thing was bleeding from the ear and nose, and thick bloodshots were oozing out of the eyes.

Too strong!

It's too shocking!

Not only is it a sound shock, but it is also a visual shock and a spiritual shock.

"How is that possible!"

"The chief can even split a mountain with an axe!"

"Is anyone able to catch a chief's axe or use his head?"

Sanwa twisted her neck left and right, and the big axe on the gap rubbed against her scalp, making a tingling sound that made people feel sour.

Then the little guy pushed his body, and the huge axe surface immediately cracked a pattern, and half of the axe fell down.

"You...you are..."

The chief of the Beast Soul Tribe looked like he saw a ghost.

The key to taking a single axe is to be unscathed and even the hairstyle is not messy.

This, how is this possible!

"Hehe, my head doesn't hurt, does your hands hurt?"

When Sanwa saw that the other party was not talking, he pinched his fingers into a knife with his right palm, chopped three times, and broke the axe into three sections.

Then Sanwa used a knife to cut the other person's thigh.

"roar!"

The chief of the Beast Soul Tribe roared, "Retreat!"

All members began to escape from the battle and ran backwards, and while running, they did not forget to bring their injured tribesmen.

The big kid turned around in place for a few times, then threw the enemy in his hands out.

The two of them swirled along the way and knocked away dozens of their fellow tribes.

The big kid still wanted to chase after him, but he heard Yang Muyun say, "Come back!"

"Master, do you want them to escape?"

Yang Muyun sneered, "How is that possible!"

He gave Dashi a wink, and Dashi immediately rushed out excitedly, and the ice stick hit the ice heavily.

boom!

The range of several thousand steps in a radius was sinking at the same time.

The ice layer shattered and turned into thousands of debris. A huge amount of lake water erupted from below and rushed into the sky in a turbulent manner.

But in a flash, it was attacked by the cold air and frozen into an ice sculpture.

So, the members of the Beast Soul Tribe were stunned.

There are dense ice cones in front of them.

The shorter ones only reach the ankle, but they are particularly sharp and can penetrate the soles of the feet with just one step.

The longer one is taller than yourself, so I guess this can be spit out of my mouth when I pierced my butt.

There are even longer ones, densely packed like forests, rolling like mountains.

Moreover, these ice cones are still floating up.

Punch the ice layer, overturn the ice cap, and constantly pierce upwards.

Looking at the iceberg that covered the sky and the sun, the Beast Soul Tribe was stunned.

The other party can actually control the ice, and it is such a large-scale control.

With just one move, you have already become invincible, and when you walk to the ice, you have already lost.

If you can't beat it, you can't escape.

And when I looked back and thought about it carefully, there were only three people who fought with me.

Yes, there are only three people.

My own tribe is full of confidence, but even the other three can't stand it.

There are still many people on the other side who didn't take action.

At this time, the chief of the Beast Soul Tribe turned around, with strange light flashing in his eyes, and strange patterns spreading on his face.

"Chief of the Flower Planting Family, a powerful soul is asleep in my body. Once released, it will bring unpredictable disasters. Don't force me to use this power!"

While speaking, the chief of the Beast Soul Tribe covered his head and roared, as if he was trying his best to suppress some kind of force.

Yang Muyun shook his head indifferently.

"Submit me, or die!"

While speaking, Yang Muyun looked at the palm of the chief of the Beast Soul Tribe.

A dazzling blood-colored pattern.

That's right, that's the pattern under the imprint of the space channel.

Yang Muyun really wanted to know whether this magic array in another world could be transferred.

"Are you really going to die together?"

The chief of the Beast Soul Tribe roared unwillingly.

Yang Muyun sneered, "Actually, I'm very curious, why don't you open the passage and lead the tribesmen into another world to take refuge? I'll just cultivate in it for a while and kill it again. I can't keep squatting on you here."
To be continued...