Jiang's two alien souls, one is the high-level spirit of the barbarian race, and the other is the high-level holy spirit with low heat. They are not like ancestors in their respective clans. They are worthy of the ancestors of their respective clans. They are all old monsters who have lived for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years. They are usually honored and noble, but they are all stacked up in the clan, and even the entire race is trembling. The character, at this moment, really doesn't even have the slightest bit of temper towards Pei Jiao.
First, the strength that is infinitely close to the rank of the devil king, and then the cruel methods, you must know. This kind of torture of igniting the Holy Spirit is simply a taboo among hundreds of clans, not to mention among the eight powerful clans, even the eight powerful clans will probably not punish the rest of the races in this way, otherwise they will be cited. The reaction of the rest of the races is likely to be under siege.
But Pei Jiao doesn't care about these so-called unspoken rules at all, not to mention that he doesn't know, even if he knows, he will never pay attention to them. Anyway, human beings are now besieged by all the tribes, and we humans are regarded as pigs and dogs. Well, I still want to talk to you about peace, coexistence, and nature, Peng's. Such a good thing out there? Not to mention burning these souls into soul pillars, and capturing all these alien races as batteries, soul tonics, and soul materials, he has no burden in his heart. He still thinks about alien races, and he still regards humans as alien races like pigs and dogs. Best to all die!
Therefore, the holy spirits of the alien race tasted the bitter fruit of this kind of thinking, and they were indeed condensed into soul beads, or directly ignited into soul fire pillars. In short, no one died and dissipated safely. It was rumored by the dwarves that there was an artifact on this human holy spirit!
Artifact! In addition to the giant race, the sky race. Among the three ancestors of the elves, only the undead among the eight powerful races have an artifact, and the other four races do not have this so-called ability to suppress luck. A powerful weapon!
So greed together, led by the dwarves, the demons, the undead, the sea, and the barbarians, the five major races put aside the three ancestors, and each sent several high-level holy spirits and a large group of low-level holy spirits to come together. The high-level holy spirit besieged and killed this human being, but the result was that the entire army was almost wiped out. The contrast was so severe that the eight powerful clans suddenly lost their voices at the same time, and there was no response transmitted, and Pei Jiao also Ignore those so-called strong alien races at all, just wait for the surrender of these three alien souls, and lead humans to keep digging the ruins of Beijing.
Until now, the two alien true demon souls were finally completely subdued, and they were successfully subdued with runes until now. Only then did he feel at ease listening to these two explaining the situation of their hundreds of ancient clans.
Our ancient hundreds of clans have been the slaves captured by the three-eyed clan from different planes since there are historical records. Of course, only our eight strong clans have records of that muscular beauty talking intermittently, standing next to her The dreaded demon king looked at her with contempt on his face.
The fearful demon king suddenly interrupted her, and said to Pei Jiao respectfully: "Please forgive me. Master, their barbaric human race has no written language, so all the records are deceiving the master."
The muscular beauty blushed immediately, and she shouted: "Varimathras! You bastard! Don't speak ill of our barbarians! Although we don't have writing, we have long narrative poems, and all ancient history is in There are remains in the long poem, including the world before we came, including the origin of our holy land, including the legendary stories of our holy soul ancestors. All these things are preserved.”
The fearful demon king Varimathras waved his hands easily and said: "I admit that I am a hybrid of the demonic fearful royal family and the sky clan's red dragon. There is nothing embarrassing about it. I have the blood of two excellent races concentrated in me. , is much nobler than you barbarians. Not to mention, most of your long narrative poems are poems praising and praising your holy soul ancestors. How many real epic poems are left? I just remember There is also a long poem about the Moon of Fire and Tears that seems to have survived, but that is only because your holy soul ancestor played a heroic role in it, what else? Don’t tell me your long narrative poem is complete."
The muscular beauty's face turned red and blue, green and red again, and a strange pattern of wild beasts gradually emerged on her body. This is the fighting posture of a barbarian high-level holy spirit. One can imagine how angry she was in a hurry. Already intending to go all out with Varimathras.
Pei Jiao frowned and said: "Don't fight here! Otherwise, I will let you taste the feeling of burning for seven days, then," Varimathras, tell me the origin of your ancient tribes, don't give me What nonsense, I want the real original Varimathras lowered his waist gracefully. As if the most authentic housekeeper in England, he said: "Yes, my master, your orders are my actions. The history of our ancient tribes should be in the second era of civilization. The Protoss, that is, We call it the three-eyed race. They captured our hundreds of races from various planes and worlds. In fact, they are hundreds of races. There are at most a few dozen races out of a hundred, and ordinary races, of course. Knowing that some races are all intelligent creatures, if non-intelligent creatures are included, there are still hundreds of races. "
Pei Jiao nodded and said, "Continue, what's next?"
Varimathras continued: "Afterwards, due to some unknown circumstances, the Protoss Three-Eyed Clan. They created a life form with great power, or an existence greater than the life form, but this existence swallowed up The three-eyed tribe, after that, our various tribes entered the Holy Land or the Land of No Lord under the leadership of our heroes, ancestors, and holy souls, and escaped the engulfment and curse of this great existence. The reproductive capacity of the various races in the holy land has dropped hundreds of times, and almost no new life is born. But the flow of life in the holy land will also slow down many times, so all of our races can survive. "
Pei Jiao pondered silently, combined with what Xue Na told him at the time. At that time, the three-eyed race seemed to have used ultra-high technology to create a world similar to a fantasy land, and then escaped the engulfment of "original sin", but the curse seemed to have been infected before entering the fantasy land, so the three The Eye Clan will start to gradually degenerate, so if you think about these two people, it is indeed the same thing as the origin of the Hundred Clans. .
"Then let me ask you, starting from the first era. After several eras, how did you survive?" Pei Jiao asked curiously.
Varimathras did not hesitate, he immediately planned to speak, but unexpectedly, the muscular beauty next to him suddenly spoke first: "I will tell, I will tell. I know these situations. In the land, although the rate of disappearance of life has slowed down, the number of deaths still greatly exceeds the number of new peoples born, so whenever the civilization of the previous era is extinct. When we see the power of that great life, we will open the fantasy land, come out from it to continue to breed new life, accumulate strength, and at the same time snatch the protagonist civilization of this era,"
Pei Jiao was stunned for a moment and said: "The protagonist is civilized? Are you relying on the Holy Land or something to survive and avoid "original sin?" What else do you need the protagonist civilization for? "
The muscular beauty and Varimathras looked at Pei Jiao stupidly. They both had some inexplicable meaning in it. After a long time, Varimathas said: "Master, good luck! The protagonist's civilization has great luck." , will produce the son of the race, and the protagonist of the century. Even if the son of the race and the protagonist of the century will die in the doomsday catastrophe, if the race is protected by a holy place, then it is possible to use this luck to achieve more than a few holy souls. Those who are strong enough to suppress luck, and if they are lucky enough to save one or two artifacts into the Holy Land, then the outside race will be wiped out. The remaining races in the Holy Land are also enough to become the top of the eight powerful races For example, the current giant race is."
The muscular beauty next to her also nodded in affirmation and said: "That's right, there was one of the Giants back then, Odin. Now, in terms of strength, the Giants are really the top of the eight powerhouses. Even the Elf and Sky Clans can't help them. This is luck. But only the giants have snatched the civilization of the protagonist."
(Luck, it seems that luck is really a good thing.)
Until then, the muscular beauty suddenly grinned and said: "However, your luck is really strong. It has almost materialized to the point that even I, a high-level Holy Spirit, can feel it. Maybe it's good to follow you. There is hope of achieving the holy soul."
Varimathras also nodded in affirmation and said: "Yes, I was still a little bit unwilling before. Master, this is the truth. After all, I am also the great elder in the Dread Demon King, but I can feel the almost substantive aura around the master. Lucky, I really want to help the master, maybe I also have the hope to reach the holy soul level, the realm that we have been looking forward to for hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer."
Pei Jiao ignored them, and just asked: "Let's not talk about the others, let me ask you, your clansmen seem to be able to devour souls even of living people? How should they be devoured?" While speaking, Pei Jiao held the Nearly a hundred suppressed soul beads were taken out.
Both Varimathras and the muscular beauty showed eager expressions, and Varimathas said directly: "Master, just swallow it up, break up the obsession of the Holy Spirit, and eat it like food Already."
Pei Jiao was taken aback for a moment, and he asked in amazement: "Impossible? What about the consciousness in the obsession? What about the sin? And what about the impurities in the obsession? Isn't it poison if you eat it?"
The two looked at each other, they both shook their heads, they didn't even know what Pei Jiao was talking about.
Pei Jiao explained to them in detail how to make obsessive food. Only then did the two of them show horrified expressions, and they almost said in unison: "Alchemy! This is alchemy!"
"Swallowing a golden elixir into the stomach, there will be no more than a few people from now on, master, this is the protagonist civilization of the Second Epoch civilization, the alchemy technique of the Xianxia clan!"
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