Chapter 369: Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice! (2/2)
”Whoa!”
With the drums, the silent shout of murderousness also sounded from the heaven and earth .
All the people belonging to the Jiu Yuan seem to have gained infinite strength at this time . The drums are shaking their souls, the wind is stirring up their killing intent, and endless courage is pouring out from the bottom of their hearts .
On the contrary, when the enemy heard the drums, they felt that their legs were weak and crisp . It seemed that all their strengths were drained by the drums and was sucked away by the land .
Yan Mo suddenly raised his voice and chanted, ”G.o.d and G.o.ds bless me, the Jiu Yuan spirit, to defeat the enemy --”
Zheng was inspired by the drums and his eyes were fuming red with blood . He held up his bone knife and roared, ”Priest DRen is inviting the strength of the G.o.ds . Priest bless me! The G.o.ds guard me! Jiu Yuan sons and daughters, kill the enemy!”
”Priest bless me! The G.o.ds guard me! Kill! Kill the enemy!
The suspension bridge collapsed, Zheng jumped ahead, and Jiu Yuan and The Duo-Na warriors all rushed fearlessly and madly towards the enemy .
Jiu Feng's eyes were b.l.o.o.d.y red too . He rushed to the enemy . He wanted to kill all the enemies who were unkind and offended his home .
Seeing the Jiu Yuan people rushing towards them with the G.o.d of war spirit, warriors of the Moer-Gan and The Huang Jing Tribe were weak before they fought .
The Moer-Gan Chief roared in surprise: ”Mother G.o.d in Heaven! What happened to the Jiu Yuan people?”
”No retreat! Welcome them! That's all!” Another leader of the Huang Jing shouted angrily at his men .
”Where on earth did those drums come from? Where do the monsters that fit in with bears come from?”
”What kind of bird is that? My G.o.d? Ah ah ah!”
”The Jiu Yuan people are crazy, crazy!”
”We can't resist it!”
”Look at their walls, the priest is flying, he is flying!”
Yan Mo didn't know he was flying .
He gave his heart and soul to the world . He could feel that he was not alone in the Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice . There were many invisible energies dancing with him .
Sweat dripping, the original hidden blood marks on the face gradually emerged .
The wind lifted his body .
Ignition stars and pieces of red flashed in his body as he was dancing .
The sand and dust formed a shield in front of him, and the river surged and hung upside down into the sky, then turned into rain .
The Jiu Yuan people touches by the rain, and the weary people got rejuvenated, and the exhausted people jumped out again .
Land became a smooth road at the foot of the Jiu Yuan people .
Soil-control warriors find that their ability to control soil, sand, etc .is more comfortable and powerful than ever before .
The fire warriors threw out fireb.a.l.l.s one by one, and no longer seemed to have to worry about energy exhaustion .
The wounded warriors bleeding healed spontaneously and the pain seemed to have no effect on them .
Cao Ting and others who are in charge of rescuing people only think that today all warriors’ wounds heal very quickly . Unless they are seriously injured or their limbs are cut off, these mildly injured warriors can rush back into battlefield in a moment .
On the contrary, The Moer-Gan and The Huang Jing Tribe are panicked, confused and afraid!
They want to run away, but wherever they go, they seem to have enemies .
They didn’t know from where Jiu Yuan people drilled out from, killing people when they saw them . They were vicious and cruel and had no intention of keeping anyone alive .
The most terrible thing is that their enemies are not just the Jiu Yuan people . It seems that everything in the Jiu Yuan City has turned into an enemy that can kill them .
The tiny poisonous snake suddenly leaped out, poisoning a person and slipping away .
With the rumbling sound of running, the Iron-back dragon family cooperated with Jiu Feng to kill everywhere . When they saw people, they would b.u.mp into them and stomp on them . If they did not knock them down, they would never stop stepping on their stomach and intestines .
Seemingly harmless weeds and shrubs quietly roll around your wrists and pierce your skin .
Tiny insects enter your ears, nostrils, eyes, and open mouths unconsciously .
When you fall, countless insects will crawl all over your body and gnaw you into white bones in an instant .
The Moer-Gan and the Huang Jing Tribe screamed and cried, one by one, scared their nerves stiff . ”That's the priest! It must be the Priest who is making trouble! G.o.d, save me!”
”Retreat! Get out of here! Notify the Louque City that we can't resist it!”
”Crossing the river, all with me!”
But the only access to the outer moat was disconnected .
The Mer-warrior came out of the river one after another, looking coldly at them .
”I've been waiting for you for a long time, but at last, I'll wait for you no longer . ” A voice of some howling sound sounded, Ying Shi of the Black Water Tribe sitting on the riverside megalith slowly stood up and smiled at the escaping The Huang Jing and The Moer-Gan leader .
Over the towers, Yan Mo's cheeks were unusually bright red, and his sweat turned into a mist of blood .
Drums and thunderstorms became more urgent .
What whispered in his ear, he didn’t hear, but he was already immersed in a strange state, and could not hear or see anything .
Yu-Wu looked unpredictable . The little priest is so loved by G.o.ds . Should he let him die like that? But it seems a pity that he will die in this way . . .
Among the bone birds, The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu looked down at Yan Mo with a frown and felt that something was not right . After all, Yan Mo jumped out of the Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice for the first time . Even if he was the blood of the Shanyan ‘Good Words’ Clan, the power of this sacrifice is too great .
But now Yan Mo jumped The Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice is completely inaccurate with the little dance he has taught him, and he doesn't even know how to stop Yan Mo .
What made Yan Mo produce unpredictable changes?
Who taught Yan Mo the real Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice?
Lying on the ground, unconscious Yuan Zhan fingers suddenly moved .
He heard the drums, heard the earth roar, and heard what was calling him anxiously .
He saw his Mo dancing in the wilderness . His hair was as white as snow . His face was a teenager of sixteen or seventeen years old . The hexagonal star-shaped blood marker was no longer dark blue, but brilliant red . His bare feet were stained with blood and his wrists were bleeding .
He looked very serene, like a spirit dancing in the wind, but his eyes spoke of endless pain: ”Help me . . . ”
Mo . . . ?
”Mo!” Yuan Zhan opened his eyes and Meng sat up .
The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu startled him . ”Are you awake?”
Yuan Zhan did not seem to have heard him . He rushed down to the bird's eye and saw his Mo dancing in the air .
”Open the bone-bird . ”
The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu was stunned and really opened the bone-bird .
Yuan Zhan ran to the bird's tail and jumped without hesitation!