Tales of Herding Gods

Along with the bursting of the Bashan ritual wine, one side of the tens of feet, almost no thickness of the wall, appeared in front of them.

This fascinating radiance glows orange and yellow, and it is covered with many strange textures. Each piece has a burning star in the center of the texture. There are thirty-six texture patterns and thirty-six flames on the whole surface. The star is like a star map.

Just at the Bashan Festival, the magical power of the sacred scorpion was just displayed. There was a sudden burst of killing sound in front of them, and a battlefield was shifting to this side.

Humbling is the hundreds of supernatural powers, sitting on a head and beast roaring, and seeing this cliff between the heavens and the earth.

Those barbarians are not pale, and a barbarian old general is burly, white-haired, and screams: "Come on it!"

Numerous gods roared and rushed to the wall, and the bumps and bangs could not stop.

Another mouthful of flying swords made a harsh whistling sound, and the scorpion shot into the cliff, but often only the tip of the sword penetrated the cliff, it was set in the vast wall of the sky, unable to advance, and could not be recovered.

Hey, the celestial scorpion was beaten constantly, and there were hundreds of flying swords on the top of the wall. There was also a magical explosion that followed the explosion.

The hundreds of barbarian supernaturals rushed over, coupled with the magical power of the hair, the face of this wall was constantly cracked, the tyrants smashed the wine, the hands pushed forward, and heard a bang, the other side of the wall Generated, merged with the cliff that has a crack in front.

He withstood unimaginable pressure and was forced to retreat. These hundreds of supernatural powers joined forces. Among them, there were strong players with seven stars, heaven and earth, and even the realm of life and death. He contends against these people with the sacred scorpio. It was terrible to be defeated by the other side.

"The Sacrifice Knife!" The old general sighed.

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A knives and knives were traversed in the air. In the front of the cliff, there were countless knives that were shot at the cliff. The slamming sound of the jingle was filled with a mouthful of knives, as many as tens of thousands.

The face of the Bashan Sacrifice wine changed greatly, and the pressure from the cliff forced back dozens of steps. His cliff-top scorpion was constantly reduced by the power of terror.

"Teacher, princess, let's enter the barbarian battlefield!"

Bashan sacrificed wine and said: "You are careful!"

Qin Mu’s heart was slightly shocked, and suddenly heard the sound of the horn of the tomb in the depths of the grassland, and another army chased it.

The barbarian general was helpless and shouted: "Take the enemy!"

What is killed is a large army, which is composed of the magical powers of the barbarian and the warriors. The warrior is an infantryman, the magical man is a cavalry, and a tall animal is riding. In addition to this, there are giant birds flying in the air, and some of the soldiers of the country are standing on the back of the bird. There are colorful bird feathers on their heads, but there are some women, and various spells and swords are slamming down.

Qin Mu looked through the cliff and saw a beautiful barbarian general sitting in a white elephant on the white elephant. The white elephant was higher than other beasts, and the blue cow was also at their feet. Favorably.

The young general of the barbarian swept here, and fell on the scorpio, revealing the color of surprise, and then resumed as usual, and said: "Wind!"

An army immediately rushed forward and took off a large gourd on the back. He was heavily in front of him and opened the mouth of the gourd. The black gas in the big gourd suddenly rushed out and turned into a tornado. , getting bigger and bigger, like a dragon, one in the sky, sweeping across the land.

And those who blew the wind immediately jumped up and flew in the air, and the army that greeted the old general rushed over and would not know how many supernaturals were in the air.

These barbarian soldiers were caught in the air, and they saw the soldiers who shot them in the wind, slashed them to them, and killed one barbarian soldier.

The general on the white elephant said: "Rain!"

Another army rushed forward, carrying a pottery scorpion behind them. These barbarian sergeants put down the pottery scorpion and opened the lid. They suddenly flew out of the scorpion. These barbarian sergeants stepped on the air and rose to the air, then the rain. Pour down.

These sergeants practiced in the clouds, a rain line like a sword, and the rain sword stabbed downwards. The barbarian soldiers below could not escape, and they were pierced by a rain line and covered with a celestial body.

The young general sang again: "Ray!"

The barbarian female officers on the back of the giant birds in the air slammed their drums, and the drums rang out with a thunder, and they slammed from the top down, and the barbarian soldiers who were fighting against the wind and rain were shaken away. Down, many people were involved in the storm and died on the spot.

The practice of the three military forces, the surviving barbarian soldiers have not much left, but the rest are strong, ordinary spells are difficult to hurt them.

The barbarian old general knew that he could not escape, and he hurriedly yelled through the ground. He said: "General Torimu, surrendered and surrendered! Please ask General Torimu to give way to the road!"

The other strong men of more than 20 barbarian saw the situation, although the heart was unwilling, but life is important, but also had to squat, and said: "willing to surrender!"

The general manager of Torimu flashed in the cold, cold and cold: "You post the bait wood to make a mess, but also want to live? Khan has a life, refused to fall!"

The old general changed his face and was about to rise. The Torimu general reached out and pointed a fingernail with a thick thumb. The two men were separated by a hundred feet, but the sword was instantaneously arrived. The time when the old general got up and avoided, he directly pierced his skull.

The sword slammed into the light wall formed by the scorpio, and pierced the magic hole of the tyrant.

The Bashan ritual brows picked up the pick and scattered the scorpio, and saw that the army of General Torimu was overcaptured and killed the remaining barbarian rebels, one without leaving.

Many barbarian officers cut off their heads and hung them on their waists, cheering.

Some are still robbing people, arguing whether you killed or I killed.

Qin Mu frowned, even the big market, there is no custom to grab the head.

"Take them a soul and give it to the Golden Palace!"

The general Torimu urged the white elephant to come forward and greet him at the back of the elephant on the elephant's back: "Is it Wu Khan?"

Bashan noodles for wine.

In the eyes of General Torimu, the flash of light flashed, and he tried to test: "Wu Khan alone blocked eight hundred grassland magical people. The skill is indeed extraordinary, but it is not as powerful as the legend. The name of Wu Khan, it seems that you can't keep it. ”

Bashan ceremonies, a smile, standing on the cows.

In the eyes of General Torimu, he stood up from the back of the elephant. The sword in his hand skyrocketed, and the sword was broken. He went to the Bashan Festival to smash the wine.

Bashan rituals explored the knife and pulled the knife. The sword light suddenly disappeared. Only one knife ran across the heavens and the earth, a loud bang, the knife light disappeared, like the general Torimu on the back. .

The white elephant still stood on other barbarian generals, was shocked, only heard a long "ah" word in the back, hurriedly looked back, only to see General Torimu flying farther and farther, I do not know how to be smashed Where have you been?

"The matter is not bad. It's just that the eyesight is too bad."

After a few moments, the Tori Wood General returned, and the armor of the body was opened, split into two halves, and then looked at the Bashan offering, and the eyes were a little more awe.

"Wu Khan, your reputation, the grassland is still circulating."

Torimu touched the ground with one knee and the palm of his hand, saying: "Would Khan Khan is going to the Golden Palace? Wu Zun has already issued orders to let us treat Wu Khan."

Bashan Sacrifice nodded: "I know, get up. In the past, Wu Zun granted me the name of Wu Khan. Now it seems that he personally granted it, naturally he wants to take it back. You should have more on the grassland. Heroes are good, otherwise Wu Zun will expect me to go to Loulan Golden Palace?"

Torimu got up and said: "The heroes on my prairie are as many as the stars in the sky. People who defeat Wu Khan are naturally there."

Fox Linger smiled and said: "This general, I really like the way you brag."

"Blowing? Who dares to blow me?"

Qingniu sneered, suddenly saw the white elephant, and quickly ran to go forward, smashed the elephant body, sneered and said: "White elephant, your male mother?"

The white elephant's nose glared at him and beat the young cow's nose.

"It's the mother." Fox Linger squatted in the ear of the blue cow, quietly.

Qingniu cheered up and smiled at the white elephant: "Your skin is really white, I like you, do you eat peony? I have it here, I can tenderly get water..."

Torimu led the army to **** them to the Loulan Golden Palace. Qin Mu repeatedly looked at the army and was curious.

This army annihilated the rebels, and the tactics used were very strange. They were similar to the Yankang squad's tactics. They did not know whether it was Yankang's tactics to learn barbarians, or whether the barbarians learned the tactics of Yankang.

After playing a game, Torimu respected them and gave them a drink on the road.

The ability of the Bashan Sacrifice to teach the combination of Qin Mu and Ling Yuxiu's tactics did not evade him. He only taught the key positions to be transmitted.

After six or seven days, they came to the deepest part of the grassland, not far from the Loulan Golden Palace. Torimu no longer sent, but led the army to roar and return to their own tribe.

The Bashan ritual wrinkled his brows and spit out a sigh of gas. He whispered: "It seems that Wu Zun is very concerned about my arrival. This time he must take back the name of Wu Khan, only to the Golden Palace. I am the one to be challenged. If this is the case, then I will have no time to steal the lower body of the teacher..."

Qin Mu eager to try, said: "Brother, I have learned the law of stealing."

Bashan’s wine ceremony gave him a look and shook his head. “The Loulan Golden Palace is a holy place on the grassland. It is equivalent to a holy place like Daomen and Daleiyin Temple. There are heavy organs, banned secrets, various seals, and you have learned to steal. The Famen is useless at all, and it cannot break the seals and institutions there."

"The people who taught me to steal are very powerful."

Qin Mu seriously said: "He is the grandfather of our village, although one leg is missing, but..."

The Bashan wine swayed and waved his hand, and said: "The legs have been cut off. It can only be said that the technique is not refined. You don't have to think about how to steal the lower body of the teacher. I will solve this problem. You two, Just settle the mountain gate of the Golden Palace! Give it to me."

At 8 o'clock in the evening, there is a sixth!

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