"Stupid, and boring." Behind Shengrong, countless rays of light intertwined and turned into a throne of light.
He sat on the throne, holding a radiant scepter, holding his chin with his left hand, rolling his eyes and looking at Wuqiang who was walking towards Wutou step by step.
It's just boring and stupid.
The so-called glorious battle to the death of the Barbarian Gods, to the Saints and the more intelligent people among the gods, looks exactly like two low-level primates fighting for the mother beast. A raw, violent fight.
Boring as hell.
But you can't ruin this boring battle to the death just yet.
Anyone who dares to interfere and destroy this so-called fair and sacred glorious death battle of the Barbarian God Clan will be the mortal enemy of everyone in the Barbarian God Clan. They will kill you at all costs, even those at the level of God Emperors. The Almighty himself takes action to hunt you down.
Think about it, in the world of gods, those dharma figures are millions of miles tall, can play with stars as marbles, and can kill a god's kingdom alone, a terrifying existence, a holy soldier, and a group of tribesmen around him. I shuddered at the same time.
"Let them go!" Shengrong waved his hand and said lazily: "Surround the surroundings. Even if Wutou wins, we cannot let him escape."
Only the 60,000 gods of the Ice Spirit God Clan and the Dark Soul God Clan, as well as tens of thousands of other hundreds of small and large gods, obeyed the orders of the Holy Army and moved towards the wings and rear of Wutou.
Ten thousand people from the Barbarian God Clan, 30,000 people from the Lava Giant God Clan, and 30,000 people from the Tianjing God Clan rose into the sky, like audiences sitting in a large theater waiting to enjoy a musical, scattered in the void in an orderly manner. Loud roars and shouts.
Some people even... Shengjong rolled his eyes again.
There were even rude men from the Barbarian God clan who got a lot of barbecue and spirits from nowhere. They roared, gnawed on the meat, and drank the spirits in large gulps.
What the Barbarian God Clan did immediately caused the Lava Giant God and the Sky Crystal God Clan to follow suit.
They also took out spirits and their own special food. The lava giant kept stuffing pieces of refined metal lumps into his mouth, while the Tianjing Clan chewed various crystal pieces until they made a crunching sound.
They were also drinking heavily, making loud noises, waving their thick arms, and loudly cheering for Wuqiang.
Among the Barbarian God clan, there were some people who couldn't deal with Wu Xuan. They drank a few sips of wine and became more interested. They simply waved their fists the size of wine jars and roared at the top of their lungs: "Wutou, break Wu Xuan's head... Hahaha, he just did it. I hooked up with a girl from the Ice Spirit Protoss Clan, she’s so soft and tender!”
Shengrong quickly glared at the roaring barbarian gods.
What kind of rough guys are these? Aconite is now the target of their arrest and their enemy. You actually cheer for your enemies. You guys have a little bit of brains in their heads that can be used. What
Wu Juan also heard the roars from his family members.
His face turned a little dark, and he took off his armor while striding towards Wutou. In the end, just like Wutou, he only had a piece of animal skin wrapped around his waist, and came to Wutou's with bare hands. before.
"Wutou, you proposed the duel of glory. I will defeat you in front of all the clan members!" Wu Juan said in a deep voice: "I have disliked you for many years... But before, I had no excuse to challenge you. you."
"But this time, you made a big mistake." Wuqiang said with his head held high: "Originally, I should have taken the initiative to challenge you, but I didn't expect that you still had the courage to show up and take the initiative to provoke."
Wu Tou shook his head and said majestically: "Stop talking nonsense, the great gods are watching us, and everything will be done according to the most ancient traditions."
Wu Xuan nodded.
Wu Tou nodded.
Then, with a distance of a hundred feet apart, the two men suddenly opened their arms, then raised their right legs at the same time, and stomped heavily on the ground. They both let out a loud roar of "Huha" at the same time.
"War dance!" The five thousand barbarian gods behind Wu Tou shouted at the same time. They also opened their arms, and in exactly the same movement as Wu Tou, they raised their right legs and stomped on the ground.
"Hoo ha, ha ha, holl", Wu Tou waved his arms, kept raising his legs and stomping his feet, and beat his chest rhythmically with both hands. At the same time, the muscles on his face were twisted, making extremely intimidating and fierce expressions, blowing his nose and staring. The one who stuck out his tongue roared loudly towards Wuqiang.
This is an extremely ancient war dance ritual of the Barbarian Gods. Before wars, when offering sacrifices, when worshiping ancestors, and before glorious duels, they would dance such war dances to show off their strength and fitness. body, showing the power he possesses.
The five thousand barbarian gods behind Wutou responded to Wutou at the same time and danced a war dance. This meant that these five thousand barbarian gods were die-hard followers of Wutou.
Wuqiang turned around and yelled at the tribesmen who were holding barbecues and wine jars and eating and drinking.
The Barbarian God, who was less than two thousand, dropped the wine and meat in his hands, roared loudly, flexed his muscles rhythmically, took long strides, waved his arms, raised his legs, stomped heavily on the ground, and made various grimaces at the same time. Behind Wu Tou, five thousand of his clan showed off their power.
Shengrong crossed his legs, leaned on the throne, and looked up at the sky.
In the blue sky, there were white clouds sliding rapidly across.
Shengjong muttered in a low voice: "I would rather watch a group of monkeys fighting than watch these damn guys dance this embarrassing war dance... It's really, too embarrassing... Ah, I really wish I could appear in front of me now. Yes, they are the human saints in my palace, their dancing is called graceful and enjoyable."
Turning his head, Shengrong asked the tribesmen standing next to him, who also looked embarrassed and bored: "How long will their war dance last?"
The members of the God of Light Clan laughed awkwardly: "Look at their mood and physical strength, right? It is said that in history, after the Barbarian God Clan exterminated a feuding God Clan, they had billions of warriors and danced continuously for three months. The war dance is performed to worship the gods of war, violence, etc... "
"Three months!" Shengjong slapped himself on the forehead. He shook his head and whispered: "I will sleep for a while. When their duel comes to an end, wake me up again..."
"Fortunately, we have three standard revolutions to stay in the Mu continent... otherwise..." Shengrong smiled bitterly: "Just pretend to be bored and watch the monkeys dance to pass the time?"
The member of the God of Light clan lowered his voice: "But, Your Highness, those sacrifices..."
Sheng Rong shook his head: "As long as you can catch Aconitum, are you still afraid that the sacrifices will disappear? If you catch Aconitum, you will catch everything. Haha, I don't understand, how can Aconitum spontaneously Throw yourself into a trap?”
Pursing his lips and smiling coldly, Shengrong pointed to his temple: "If someone from the Wisdom God Clan throws himself into a trap, I will take you out of here immediately and find an absolutely safe place to observe the situation... However, since it is a barbarian These muscle lumps from the God Clan..."
Spreading his hands, Shengjong closed his eyes and began to fall asleep: "I think I don't need to be too careful. What conspiracy can they have? At most, he has an army of traitors ambushing nearby? What's the use of that? What? It poses no threat to us at all."
Several members of the God of Light clan nodded.
That's right, the Barbarian Gods are not the wise Gods, so there is no need to worry too much.
Wutou is here to find someone for a fair fight, right? Thinking about it, he had been surrounded by the gods and it was impossible for him to escape.
Thousands of miles away from Shengrong and the others, Wu Tie was sitting cross-legged in the void.
The overlapping space barriers concealed Wu Tie's figure and aura. With Wu Tie's current level of cultivation, he was much more advanced than the descending gods. None of the descending gods could discover Wu Tie's abilities. Whereabouts.
The Dao Furnace was suspended in front of Wu Tie, and after swallowing Gongsun Sanyang's true seed of Suihuo, the Suihuo in the Dao Furnace had evolved a big step, almost possessing the power of the first group of Suihuo in the world condensed by the Ancient Human Emperor Suiren. All power.
Crimson, red and purple flints burned quietly in the furnace of the avenue.
Wu Tie formed seals with his hands, and tens of thousands of seals appeared at the snap of his fingers. Each seal turned into illusions such as wandering dragons and true phoenixes, and was continuously injected into the fire.
The power of the Suihuo has increased a lot. Wu Tie needs to practice it again so that he can control the Suihuo better and control it more meticulously.
Taoist Yin Yang, Taoist Canghai, Taoist Five Elements, and the clones of the Six Paths carried a large number of arrays and array bases and were busy rapidly within a radius of thousands of miles. They were also at the level of respect. They used the invisibility technique, and even the gods who descended could not detect their small movements.
Not to mention, the attention of the gods has been attracted by Aconitum.
How could they have imagined that there were actually human beings setting up a large formation outside
Shengjong and the others can believe that Wutou chose to go against all the gods at the observation outpost for the sake of profit.
This kind of thing is completely understandable to the gods.
For the sake of profit, there have been countless scenes of fathers and sons turning against each other, gods and sons killing their fathers, fathers and sons killing each other, and brothers turning into enemies.
Therefore, it is absolutely possible that Wu Tou was blinded by the momentary power and made a disrespectful act of intercepting the sacrifice.
But no one believed that Wutou would cooperate with the human race to plot against their superior gods.
The gods are the gods.
Human race, what a despicable existence is that? They are the animals that the gods keep in captivity on the Mu continent and will never see the light of day.
How can gods cooperate with humans
That's why Shengrong took a nap so easily, and the other gods enjoyed the duel between Wutou and Wuqiang so relaxedly.
Thousands of barbarian gods roared loudly. They were divided into two camps, provoking, cursing, and roaring at each other with wild war dances.
Their chests collided with each other, making a dull noise. The fists they waved intentionally or unintentionally during the war dance would fall heavily on each other's cheeks.
No one defends, no one dodges, and when they see the opponent's punch coming down, they will actively use their own skin to meet the opponent's fist.
Soon some people were beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and some were beaten until their noses and eyebrows were broken.
Each of these barbarian gods has thick skin and thick flesh, and strong bones. When the bones break, the sound is as deafening as a landslide.
Soon someone's face was covered in blood, blood was flowing down their necks, and soon their upper bodies were covered in blood.
But whether they are Wutou's supporters or Wuqiang's supporters, they have all fallen into an inexplicable fanaticism. The heavy fists and faces collided heavily, and they laughed loudly, shouted loudly, and shouted the unique war cry of the Barbarian God clan.
"Huhuhu!" Wutou suddenly let out three rapid roars.
Seven thousand war-dancing barbarian gods jumped back in unison, quickly forming a hundred-mile-diameter circle on the plain.
"Huhuhu!" Wuqiang also roared in the same way.
The two stopped their war dance and stared at each other. At the same time, they picked up a weapon from the ground and cut their chests hard.
The two of them cut three deep blood marks on their chests. Wutou held the ax in his hand and roared: "I will chop off your head, make it into a wine vessel, and send it back to your father and mother... You Your mother will look at your head and cry day and night, and your father and your family will not be able to hold their heads up in front of the clan because of your shame."
Wu Juan clenched his heavy sword in both hands and shouted loudly: "The same words will be given to you... I will chop off your head and give it to your fiancée. She will become my trophy, and Wu Tou, this of yours A whole clan will be ridiculed and cursed by your clan members because of your incompetence."
The two roared, and then took a big step forward at the same time.
The heavy sword and the ax collided heavily.
There was a loud noise, and Wutou stepped back a dozen steps, while Wuqiang, whose face turned black, staggered back hundreds of steps.
Wu Tou raised his head to the sky and roared, and his five thousand subordinates simultaneously let out wild cheers.
Wu Juan gasped for breath, and the more than a thousand barbarian gods who supported him all looked frightened and whispered at a loss.
Suddenly, a barbarian god who chose to support Wutou waved his fists and roared loudly: "Wutou, you waste, don't drag us into shame with you... Kill Wutou, or wait for you to lose, and we will take your Chop the body into pieces and feed it to the dogs!”
Crazy, bloody, violent, ruthless... This is the tribe of barbarian gods.
"Ha, haha, hahaha! Incompetent waste!" Wutou looked up to the sky and roared wildly. He reached out and touched the blood on his chest, and drew three heavy blood marks on his face.
The next moment, Wutou turned into dozens of afterimages, rolled up black and red fire and thunder, and roared towards Wutou.
Wu Juan also roared, and a black storm set off around him. In the storm, countless skeletons were looming, and they faced Wu Tu head-on.
The heavy sword and the ax collided violently, and there were tens of thousands of crazy collisions in the blink of an eye.
Sparks flew everywhere, and the dull collision sound shook the earth. The two barbarian gods fought madly, and the strong wind brought by them completely destroyed this fertile plain. The ground was blown away layer by layer, and the fertile soil disappeared. , exposing the thick and solid rock formation below.
Saint Rong sat on the throne and slowly opened his eyes.
"The battle of the Barbarian Gods is really rude and not elegant at all... Are they blacksmithing? They simply can't sleep." Shengjong sighed and shook his head slightly: "How long will it take for them to decide the winner? Being able to see a barbarian god being beheaded is actually quite joyful."
Shengrong looked around, and suddenly his pupils condensed slightly.
He saw that on the periphery of the coalition of gods, thousands of miles away in the void, there were wisps of red and purple flames rising into the sky.
In just one breath, these flames turned into a fire shield with a diameter of three thousand miles, trapping the alliance of gods inside.
"What the hell is this?" Shengrong suddenly jumped up: "Wutou, Wuqiang, stop... Damn it, we are ambushed."