Chapter 217 Barbarians: Your Majesty, Please Test Your Fists

At one command, everything is obeyed.

Under the leadership of more than a dozen senior executives, Changshengtang began to collect the treasures from the secret realm.

Following the instructions, he left Manzhou and headed for Tuzhou without any hesitation.

This is the majesty that comes from killing.

Liang Hui looked at the hustle and bustle in the secret realm, and looked down at the three powerful men from Changsheng Hall under the chariot - two divine veins and one Yuanshen strongman.

"You should have the information about the distribution of the Barbarians in the Barbarian State."

"Yes."

The big man standing in the front, wearing bronze armor, immediately took out a jade slip from his arms and handed it over.

The jade tablet turned into flowing light, passed through the light covering the chariot, and was held in the palm of the young man.

Liang Hui played with the jade slip in his hand and immersed his consciousness in it.

After a moment, he put the jade slip into the storage space.

"That's right, you guys go to the secret realm and pack up first, and leave as soon as possible."

Without waiting for the three to reply.

Hu Bai was already pulling the chariot towards the south and soon disappeared at the end of the sky.

Instead, the three strong men stood there, their faces always respectful, bending over and waiting.

Until an hour passed.

Standing at the back, the grey-clothed old man with a hooked nose and narrow eyes asked in a low voice:
"Master, are we really going to Tuzhou?"

"Manzhou is the land of our ancestors. Our ancestors have fought here for nearly a thousand years to build our current foundation."

It’s not that the old man doesn’t know the pros and cons, it’s just that it’s hard to leave his hometown.

This is the thousand-year-old homeland where the remains of our ancestors are worshipped.

All their past memories of beauty, happiness, and even pain also took place here.

"Grand Elder, why are you so confused now? It is a blessing from heaven that we can keep the orthodoxy going."

"The Evil Sect, Qingheng Sect, Xingyue Tower, and even the Chu royal family would laugh their heads off after they died if they had a fate like ours."

The strong man in bronze armor persuaded.

At this moment, another tall old man reached out and patted his companion beside him.

"In this era of great change, being able to maintain the orthodoxy is enough for us."

"As for the rest, leave it to future generations."

"I know all that, but this is my hometown! I hope to be buried here after I die."

The old man with the hooked nose murmured in a low voice.

He took one last look around.

Turn around!

Walk towards the secret realm.

A breeze blew, stirring up a cloud of dust. Looking again, there was no one there, only an empty city.

the other side.

Pulled by Hu Bai, the chariot slowly moved southward.

Liang Hui held a bracelet and carefully observed the secret techniques of the Curse Sect.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The young man put down the bracelet and exclaimed:
"Compared to the evil curse method, it is indeed better. It is no longer a simple curse, but a step further."

Although the power of Xieyidao far exceeds that of Changshengtang, and it has seventy-two magic veins that directly reach the primordial spirit, it is still too diverse, and some of the magic veins are inevitably insufficient.

The reason why Liang Hui attached so much importance to the secret art of curse was that he had no choice.

The palm stretched out, and a red-gold sword light emerged.

The sword's edge was sharp and blazing, constantly creating tiny cracks in space, seemingly the same as usual.

However, Liang Hui, as the controller, could feel the aura of sacrifice on the surface of the sword.

The originally fiery and sharp sword intent was no longer pure at this moment.

As the nine-story altar continued to offer sacrifices with the Scarlet Cloud Sword as the main sacrifice, such a thing was bound to happen.

Therefore, it is necessary to cut off this breath.

But Liang Hui thought about it and thought that the sacrificial aura, the nine-layer altar, and the vast sea of ​​cause and effect on his body could be used as waste when he broke through to the Tao. However, he needed to study and explore all of these.

He simply sat cross-legged on the chariot, constantly recalling the secret techniques of the Curse Sect in his mind, and combined them with the curse knowledge he had gained from various sources.

Time passed bit by bit.

After about ten days, the chariot finally stopped in front of a valley.

Three barbarians, nearly four meters tall and covered in various colors of paint, blocked the chariot.

Behind them followed a large number of barbarians dressed in the same manner, looking at the chariots with curiosity, fear, and fighting spirit.

Liang Hui held the car railing with one hand, sensing the three figures in front of him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Is this the barbarian physical cultivation? It is indeed not bad.

Although it is called physical cultivation, it is essentially martial arts. However, due to the strong physique of the barbarians, the emphasis is placed on the body.

"Your Majesty, Yu Su, on behalf of the Sun Chasing Tribe, sends his greetings to you!"

"Yu Ru, on behalf of the Sunset Tribe, we salute you!"

"Gan Si, on behalf of the Sun-Shooting Tribe, we salute you!"

The majestic sound shook the mountains and the earth, and caused ripples in the space.

Roar!
With a tiger's roar, the space calmed down and the chariot continued to move forward.

Liang Hui looked at the three figures coming side by side, his expression becoming more and more indifferent. The barbarians were rude, but some of them were not afraid of death.

"The Divine Emperor wishes to subdue the world, please test your fists."

塔！
A slender figure in a blue robe slowly stepped out of the chariot and appeared in front of everyone.

Before the barbarians could react, they took another step forward.

The figure appeared in front of the three barbarian leaders in an instant, and the white palm pressed on the shoulder of the barbarian in the middle, seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

"Kneel down and talk to me."

Bang!
The air exploded, and a rolling wave of air was set off at the place of impact, raging in the surroundings.

Ah!
The barbarians under Liang Hui's command kept roaring, but could only kneel on the ground.

The surging blood and energy were only blowing the young man's sleeves.

Liang Hui tilted his head slightly and looked at the other two angry barbarian leaders.

"Do you want to take action?"

The cold and harsh words made Yu Ru, who had been roaring continuously under the palm, change his expression drastically, and he calmed down completely.

Only by experiencing it personally can one truly understand the horror of the person in front of him. The few delusions he once had have now dissipated.

"Yu Su, Gan Si, don't attack."

He roared with all his might, and at the same time his body stopped struggling.

"Your Majesty, we are just thinking."

boom!
A fist came from behind the barbarian leader, and the force of the punch was decent.

However, before the fist could get close, it was dispersed by the rising golden energy and blood.

The barbarian who was swinging his fist had a look of rage in his eyes, but there was a hint of cunning deep inside.

However, his momentum is only at the top level of his Qi meridians, half a step away from breaking through to his Divine meridians.

"Yu Ru, you look like a leader at all."

"You barbarian people, we have three great barbarian kings, more than ten barbarian generals, and more than a thousand strong men. Why should we accept being enslaved by the Zhou people?"

That rough-looking barbarian had a smug look in his eyes. After this battle, Yu Ru's reputation was bound to plummet.

He might be able to replace his reputation in the Sunset Tribe.

As for the so-called Divine Emperor, he is nothing more than boasting.

He understood that he was stronger than the Barbarian King, but how could he be so much stronger?

Liang Hui grinned. The appearance of such a strange thing at this moment added a bit of fun to him.

As a reward, I will send you to destruction!

boom!
The palm suddenly exerted force, and the body under the palm, which was as strong as King Kong, collapsed instantly.

A head with a pigtail rolled to the ground, looking in the direction of the tribe with confused eyes.

I just wanted to experience that person's strength, so I chose to surrender. Why did things turn out like this?

(End of this chapter)