Chapter 218: Southern Barbarians, Thousands of Miles of Mountains!

"Ha! If you want to see my punch, come here."

With a low shout, the heaven and earth shook.

The golden energy and blood rushed up into the sky like a tide, filling the sky, the earth, and the vast expanse of land.

Unparalleled fist intent began to emerge, causing the space to solidify.

The blood-stained palm was raised, changing nearly ten thousand times in an instant. Each change was the pinnacle of a skill and the crystallization of his boxing skills.

The roars of beasts emerged in the blood, leaped out of the golden light, and came to the arms.

He roared and pushed his fist forward with all his might.

The space within a radius of one hundred miles was instantly shattered, revealing deep darkness.

The dazzling fist light was the only source of light in the void, and it slammed towards the barbarians.

Before the fists got close, the barbarians had already died in droves.

The rough-faced barbarian standing in front had completely lost all the cunning in his eyes, and was staring intently at the approaching fist.

The strong body is melting and the soul is shattered.

He is dying!

"It turns out that there really is such a strong person."

"Sorry, Yu Ru! Clan member."

Before he finished speaking, his consciousness had already fallen into complete darkness.

But at this moment, no one cared about his death.

Under the fist, thousands of barbarians were like candles in the wind and fire in the rain, and were about to collapse.

At this moment, two sturdy figures stood in front of the fist.

"Your Majesty, please forgive the sins of our race!"

"Your Majesty, we have never come here with any ill intentions."

What responded to them was brighter fist light and a resolute will.

Either take this punch or die!

The two barbarian leaders also felt the will in the fist.

The initial anger was no longer in his expression, only despair and the will to die.

Blood flames were burning on everyone's body.

Qi, blood, and true energy burst out with all their strength.

Raise your fist to the sky.

kill!

Two blood-red dragons roared in the void.

He rushed head-on towards the fist light that filled the void.

Closer! Closer!
Until they touch!

Snapped!
The two blood dragons were crushed like loaches and exploded directly.

The fist light moved forward, drowning everything.

A long time, a long time.

The fist light faded, and the figures of thousands of barbarians disappeared.

There was only a young barbarian wearing tiger skin, looking around blankly, with only dead gray in his eyes.

Until he saw a slender figure walking in the void and coming in front of him.

In the dead gray silence, fear and awe emerged, and even the body was shaking continuously.

tower!
Liang Hui stopped.

"Can you subdue the barbarians in the land of Manzhou?"

It seems to be questioning, curious, and also seems to be giving alms.

At this moment, a flash of inspiration came into the young man's stupid brain.

Snapped!
Kneeling in the void, tears streamed down the young barbarian's cheeks.

"Your Majesty, I will definitely be able to subdue the tribe. I am the only one of the Qi meridians that survived."

The voice is hoarse and dry.

"In one month, take your people to the Song family in Jiaozhou."

"If you can't do it, commit suicide!"

Liang Hui looked down at the young barbarian, took another step forward, and walked towards the chariot.

With a wave of his arm, the young barbarian had already left the void and appeared on the earth.

At this moment, the chariot, pulled by Hu Bai, headed south again.

Liang Hui had his back to the battlefield behind him, his expression remaining calm and emotionless.

Just treat it as alms, whether you succeed or fail, it doesn’t matter.

He gathered his thoughts and looked towards the south, his eyes rarely showing a hint of solemnity.

The last stop to conquer the southern mountains and rivers - Nanman.

The Chu people preferred to call the barbarians in the south of Manzhou as Shengman. Shengman spoke a language completely different from that of the Fourteen Prefectures, and their customs, lifestyle, and even beliefs were completely different from those of Zhou and Chu.

Moreover, it is extremely powerful and has been competing with the Central Plains dynasties since ancient times without being destroyed.

No one knows how many powerful people are hidden and how many secrets are buried in the thousands of miles of mountains where the Nanman live.

The barbarian states opened up by successive dynasties were but a corner of the vast mountains.

Even Liang Hui found such an environment difficult to deal with. Once he stepped into the Nanman realm, countless wars would most likely occur.

Among them there might be powerful people of the level of the Red Lotus Holy Mother.

In that case, the delay will be very long.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Liang Hui's eyes showed determination and murderous intent, and his face became increasingly cold.

kill!

Kill him thoroughly, until all living things are afraid of him, and those savages will naturally surrender.

After all, the barbarians are different from those in the Central Plains. They are also living beings and they all fear death.

If that doesn’t work, then let all the mountains turn into ashes.

In the near future, when fighting against the Heavenly Demon Realm.

In this world, he would never allow any force to separate from the Divine Court.

The flowing light clock in the young man's hair trembled slightly, bursting out with an aura that could destroy all living things.

Roar!
Hu Bai roared, full of murderous intent.

Obviously he felt his master's mood.

He suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and let the chariot continue to move south.

Just sit cross-legged and immerse your consciousness in your abdomen.

A hazy seed, as if existing in another dimension, beating like a heart.

The Qi channels formed by the condensation of true Qi, Qi and blood, like a spider web, start from the seeds and spread to all parts of the body.

The green light also continued to flow out as the seeds jumped.

And above the seed, a nine-story red-gold altar stood quietly.

Dense and numerous lines flash on it.

You can vaguely see blood and flesh being sacrificed, treasures turning to ashes, and elixirs withering and cracking...

All these images are scenes of sacrifices in the past.

And above the nine-layer altar, a huge red-gold sun was suspended there, emitting endless heat and sharpness.

Liang Hui's consciousness passed through the altar and saw the Chiyun Dao Sword.

The red sword is interspersed with golden lines, and the black hilt is also extremely simple.

And the sword of Tao, at this moment, took on a sense of liquid fluidity.

'It's almost there! It's almost there!'

Liang Hui whispered in his heart.

After nearly a month of practice in Chu State, the Taoist priest has achieved:

Come true (76.35%)

Less than half a month is enough to make a breakthrough.

By that time, when the warrior's Qi meridians are strengthened and the Taoist enters Taoism, his strength will be enhanced again.

The consciousness was withdrawn and the hand extended.

A nine-story red-gold altar was suspended above it.

At the same time, medicinal herbs and treasures emitting various colors of light poured out from the storage space and rushed towards the altar.

A red-gold light flashed, and the treasures shattered and the medicinal herbs turned into powder.

The sword on the altar became brighter and more eye-catching.

Until an hour passed.

The continuous outflow of medicinal herbs and treasures finally stopped.

The nine-layer altar and the Scarlet Cloud Sword have reached their limits, and any further sacrifices would be a waste.

As the sacrifice was over, Liang Hui took out some instruments from his arms and began to fall asleep.

Day after day, never slack off.

The chariot continued to move slowly southward.

Thirteen days later.

Liang Hui stayed at the border of Manzhou, and looking around, he saw one mountain after another.

Some mountains reach straight into the sky, while others stretch for hundreds of miles with no end in sight.

The roars of various strange beasts continued to come from the dense ancient forest.

"Is this the Nanman, the vast mountain?"

"not bad!"

(End of this chapter)