Just imagine, directly control the beliefs of the barbarians, and when a war breaks out, they drive the barbarians to serve as soldiers.

These big men screamed and waved their weapons and rushed forward without fear of the slightest death and blood. This impact can be imagined.

The reason why he started from the southwest was because the eyes of the Houhou tribe of the Jung-Hou tribe were placed in the southwest region. He came to Huangyang City to attract the eyes of the Jung-Hou tribe and let Haoqing do something in the southwest region as soon as possible.

Qiao'er got the order and quickly left Huangyang City, met with Haoqing in the southwest region, and began to explore the feasibility of replacing the barbarian witch sacrifice.

A million miles away from Huangyang City, the east and west lines cross the entire southern part of the border and central region. They are deserted places, withering plants and trees, and the soil begins to melt.

In order to prevent the Great Xia from moving south, the Jade Tribe still took a lot of effort.

In the middle of the mountains at the junction of the middle and southern regions of the borderlands, golden crows flew in the sky, and the sun shrouded in the fierce sun. All the trees in the forest withered, leaving only the trunks. Occasionally, you can see the bones and wind-dried animals in the forest.

In the center of the mountain range is an open-air pit, which is ten miles in size. In the center of the pit is a sarcophagus covered with whiteness, with mottled cracks on the surface.

The sarcophagus gives people the feeling of being a volcano, and the vitality of the surrounding mountains and fields is completely destroyed. Here, the water vapor in the void melts, and the flames appear and the scent of the sharks continue to transform into phantoms of the flaming beasts, roaring in the mountains and forests.

The mountains and fields are very quiet, and there are not even birds in the void. Only the falling sunlight falls. When touching the sarcophagus, a ray of flame bursts out.

In the south of the mountain range, a group of people were wearing red robes, covering their bodies with their wide robes. The leading figure was extremely tall, holding a red scepter in his hand. Above the scepter was a fire beast carved from the Red Fire God Stone.

Behind the leader, there were two rows of figures, each with six people, all wearing red robes, with flame patterns carved on them.

The group seemed to be very slow, but in fact they crossed mountains and ridges like walking on flat ground. When they entered the mountains and approached the sarcophagus, an obscure spell began to sound, which was heard from the leading red-robed man.

Accompanied by the leader's voice, the twelve figures following him began to linger in flames. As they breathed and sucked, these flames continued to form ancient Taoist patterns.

"The ancient golden crow follows the contracts that were before ancient times and obeys my call."

As the group moved forward, sky fire began to ignite in the mountains, and dead trees were ignited, sweeping the entire mountain like sparks.

"The ancient Zhurong bloodline, descendants who are lying in the south of the Great Wilderness, inherit the mystery of the God of Fire and summon the golden crow to appear in the world."

The flames reflected the sky red, and flame elves danced in the sea of ​​fire, gradually sucking and spitting out the flames, transforming into a golden crow's divine form, flying in the sky, competing with the golden crows in the sky.

For a time, red golden crows appeared in the mountains and fields that stretched for thousands of miles, swallowing and spitting flames, and their bodies continued to grow. As they spread their wings and danced, the flames of heaven and earth were fully displayed.

Stepping on the flames, the group came to the sinkhole in the center of the mountain range and saw a thousand-foot-sized sarcophagus deep in the sinkhole. The cracks on the surface of the sarcophagus were red, and they intertwined like fire nets.

"Sky Fire Sacrifices the Drought Baht!"

The leader spread his wings, and the scepter in his hand rose into the air. The fire beast suddenly came alive and turned into a figure similar to a fire unicorn. He let out a roar, and the sound resounded throughout the world.

Zhurong is the ancient legendary Fire God, who is a powerful man born to the human race who is comparable to the true spirit of heaven and earth. The Fire God Zhurong has divine beasts and fierce generals surrendered.

Drought is one of Zhu Rong's strong men.

According to rumors, the drought bars came out of the red fields of heaven and earth, and the veins of the earth disappeared, slaughtering the people.

Zhurong's Fire God has become a legend, and the drought has been extinct for a long time, but extinction does not mean it has really disappeared.

Living in the south of the Great Wilderness, among the creatures in the wilderness, the meager blood of Zhurong Fire God flows.

Chi~ Chi~ Chi~ Chi~

The golden crows of flames cried and swooped down from above the sky and crashed towards the sarcophagus. The flame energy in them burst into bloom on the sarcophagus, and then penetrated into the sarcophagus through mottled cracks.

In the mountains and fields, besides the cry of the golden crow fire spirit, there are only sacrificial spells of a group of people. In the end, the flames gathered in the sky outside the sarcophagus and poured into the sarcophagus like a sea of ​​fire.

The fire beast scepter slowly fell down and was grabbed by the leader. He squinted his eyes and looked at the sarcophagus wrapped in flames.

The drought bar in the sarcophagus has been sacrificed for more than ten thousand years. It is a scattered battle body born in the southern wilderness tribe.

From the beginning, he was found by Zhurong, the Zhurong tribe of the Lord, and he taught his practice step by step, and even the power of the yang flame. He waited until he practiced the extreme yang body to the point of approaching the Great Perfection, and then he used the secret method to refine this drought-baptism.

Unfortunately, the bloodline of the Southern Wilderness Zhurong is just a meager blood descended from the Fire God. The method of practice passed down from the Fire God is incomplete. This drought bar has always lacked a thread and cannot truly reach perfection. The resentment of the undead accumulated in the body has never been able to give birth to an independent soul and become the legendary corpse king bar.

But, these are enough.

The drought larvae emerges, the fertile fields wither, and the veins of millions of miles are all exhausted. After this fire sacrifice, the barren land in the northern part of the southern region will expand again. If Daxia wants to go south, it will defeat the drought larvae first.

There are very few ways to defeat the drought, whether it is soul or body attack, it is ineffective for the drought.

Even if the body of the drought larvae can still be reorganized, the drought larvae that has been born through ancient times is mostly melted by secret methods, and the method of ablation of drought larvae has long been lost...

Hot ~

This was Xia Tuo's first feeling. From the south of Huangyang City, the more you go south, the hotter the temperature is. The golden crows in the sky seem to be scattering countless times.

There is no vitality on the earth. Not to mention the plants and trees, even if there are, they have already withered.

This kind of scene is naturally not just a golden crow, the real reason is that the spiritual veins deep in the earth are dead and silent.

Drought!

The Jade Tribe can actually control such things. You said that such a magical strong man would not do anything, but he was used to create isolation belts. Xia Tuo could not understand what the Jade Tribe Master was thinking.

The border area of ​​the southern region of the border and central region has become deserted and the earth veins are dry. The strength of this drought master must be beyond imagination. If he has such a thug, he must be secretly happy.

"Master, there are mountains in front of you where the Hanba clan exists. There are strong men from the Jade Tribe tribe performing sacrifices in the mountains."

The ghost figure transformed out, and after telling him, the sound disappeared in front of him again.

Needless to say, Guiwei Jun, he watched the sky above Hanba Mountain from a distance and the sky fire fell, which made Xia Tuo frown.

The sky thousands of miles is filled with flames, and the sky is about to burn. Isn’t this drought a little powerful? It’s so amazing.

I really don’t understand what the Lord of the Yashi clan thought.

Entering the mountains, the flame energy around you has begun to materialize, the flame law has manifested, and fire beasts are constantly manifesting. These are not any threat to Xia Tuo. After the small world becomes the only real world, the only body inside and outside the warriors are self-transmitted to the world.

...

In the middle of the mountain range, Xia Tuo saw the group of people who were worshiping and also saw the huge sarcophagus in the center.

"Master of the Great Xia tribe!"

When Zhurong Palace saw Xia Tuo suddenly appear, he was stunned for a moment.

The next moment, Xia Tuo's figure disappeared on the north side of the sinkhole, and his figure penetrated the flames all over the sky and headed towards the unpredictable figure of the sinkhole.

People from the Jade tribe worship the Hanba here and think about it with their toes. There are all problems.

"The fire spirits in heaven and earth obey my call..."

Seeing Xia Tuo disappear, Zhurong Palace was shocked. The red and golden divine light burst out from the scepter in his hand. The flames gathered towards him, and the ferocious beast similar to the flaming kirin appeared again.

boom!

Unfortunately, it was still one step late. The black and white divine light flashed over the flaming kirin. In an instant, the kirin turned into sparks all over the sky, and the palm was printed on Zhurong Palace.

Puff ~

The palm of the Gai Luo knocked out a spark, and Zhurong Palace's figure shattered like a bubble, and a red copper-cast golden crow fell, allowing it to escape the attack.

However, Xia Tuo's figure followed like a shadow. The majesty burst out from his palm directly slapped the remaining red-robed sacrificial priests away, and followed him to meet Zhurong Palace again.

The black and white talisman seals that meet life and death fell down and calmed down his figure. Then a blue light flashed, and he quickly threw these people into the Lu Wu divine prison.

The foundation of the Jade Tribe is indeed extraordinary. One witch saint, the twelve witch sects, and now the Daxia cannot gather such a witch sect that controls fire law.

He threw these people into Lu Wu's divine prison so quickly, because he was afraid that these people would lose their lives. The blood sacrifice awakened the silent drought. This thing was like a dull volcano, giving him a very heavy pressure.

After cleaning up these people from the Shiwu tribe, Xia Tuo turned to look at the sarcophagus in the sinkhole. The sky fire outside the sarcophagus had turned into dark gold, and the fire spirit danced with the coffin.

Drought is a thing that exterminates life and can no longer belong to human beings. It is more like a kind of spiritual corpse that devours thousands of fires, but it is not said that it is the spirit of fire. Fire is just a means of extermination of life by drought. It is just like a person killing people with a knife. The sword is just a weapon to kill people.

The sarcophagus is like a volcano that has been accumulated for a long time, but there is a strong and extremely dead air hidden deep in it. Drought bars "survived" in the world by relying on the dead air.

This thing seems to be alive, but in fact it is dead. If you want to kill the drought, you have no idea how to kill dead things.

It is really surprising that the sacrificial tribe of the sacrificial tribe had such a thing. It seems that the sacrificial tribe had to perform some kind of sacrificial method to control it just now.

Through the sarcophagus, Xia Tuo saw the appearance of the Hanba. He looked like a young man wearing golden armor. He was a big body and a hundred feet tall, and his body was also very strong.

After the flame spiritual power penetrated into the sarcophagus, it was then transported into Kuiba's body by some kind of circulating formation in the sarcophagus. The fire and death energy were perfectly merged into his body.

In his perception, he could not feel the vitality of the drought, but only the endless dead energy. He wrapped his mental power with a little vitality and disappeared into the drought, in an instant, and entered the drought, his body disappeared.

Looking at the Hanba, Xia Tuo had the idea of ​​taking it for himself. The power accumulated by this guy put a lot of pressure on him. So, the strength of this Hanba was enough to achieve the great perfection of land-opening.

Moreover, with the body and attributes of the Drought Ba, if you want to kill it, even if you have more than a dozen of them at the same level, you may not be able to do it. This thing has no soul and the body is difficult to break.

Where can I find such a thug?

Drought is the spirit of death. How can we make it use it for ourselves?

Xia Tuo didn't think of anything, but he, Xia, likes to study and doesn't understand. It's okay to ask people who are knowledgeable.

Take out the Lu Wu Prison card again, divide a thread of thought into a spirit body and enter the divine prison.

"Gu Ling~"

In the palace, I don’t know which Drum Spirit split patient was on duty today, but I threw it in one go to more than a dozen witch cultivators from the Biao tribe, which made Drum Spirit very satisfied.

"You are taking revenge again. As the great judge of the God Prison, how can you act like this?"

Seeing Xia Tuo's spirit body appear, Gu Ling complained very dissatisfiedly.

"You really have the God Prison opened by your family."

"I'm very ashamed!" Xia Tuo moved the corners of his mouth.

"You~"
To be continued...