Chapter 446 The Blood Sacrifice of the Western Barbarians
Ma Ningyan had noticed that the three masters of the Dao took action and stopped the Western Yi clan.
She was even more ruthless, just trying to solve the enemy in front of her as soon as possible, and rushed over to catch all those people in one fell swoop.
However, the 100,000 Western-Armor archers responsible for the rear cut are also fighting desperately.
Although he is not good at melee combat, even the Daqian border army cannot get rid of it even if he fights to the death.
However, the black and white chessboard of the Master of the Void Supervision Dao can be regarded as a major weapon on the battlefield.
She alone, the massacre of the Western Yi clan was overwhelmed by hundreds of thousands of troops.
Seeing that the tribe members were swallowed by the black and white chessboard, the eleven Western-Japanese ancestors finally couldn't hold on.
They might be able to escape from this place by force, but the tribesmen behind them could not escape.
As for getting around Xuanhua Daodaozhu and Jueyuan Daodaozhu and directly seeking trouble for the Void Supervisor Daozhu, it is even more impossible.
That man has not even shown his face until now, and is thousands of miles away, and can kill people with a black and white chessboard alone.
The art of virtual supervision of Taoism is the most strange among Taoism.
If you want to find her, you have to go to the mountain gate of Xujiandao.
"Why is the Taoist sect like this? Can't Daqian do what I, the Western Yi, can't do it?" The first ancestor of the Western Yi roared.
He swung his fists, and arrows burst out.
However, the Master Xuanhua in front of him, seven rainbow light swords, with sword energy scattered and airtight.
Not to mention that the first ancestor's arrow intention was drawn away by the seventh ancestor, it would be difficult to break through even in its heyday.
The three Taoist masters had no words. They had said everything they should say and would not repeat it again.
Until nearly 30% of the Western Yi clans were killed, only about 300,000 remained.
These Western-Japanese ancestors already understood that there was nothing else but to accept it.
But when they turned around and looked at the tribe members who were struggling to support the black and white chessboard, they couldn't help but feel sad.
Sacrifice everyone and send only 20,000 people away, it sounds like retaining the incense heritage for the Western Yi clan.
But...who should I send away?
No one wants to die here, and it is unfair who leaves or who stays.
At this time, the voice of the Master of the Void Supervisor rang again: "The people who are alive can no longer send 20,000 away. Are you really planning to destroy the clan?"
The Western Barbarians' ancestors were shocked. They were full of their eyes wide open, and their aura surged. They wished they could destroy the three Dao Lords and the Daomen Sect.
But they couldn't do it, and even the thought just changed into their minds and disappeared immediately.
The first ancestor of the Western Yi dynasty trembled all over and closed his eyes.
He turned around and stroked casually.
The arrows formed a circle, surrounding more than 20,000 people.
"Send them away, we are willing to sacrifice blood!"
The black and white chessboard vibrated slightly, and a large number of black and white patterns pulled some Western Yi people out of the circle.
The cold voice, no emotion to speak of.
"Now the blood sacrifice can only send away 18,763 people."
"You!" The first ancestor of the Western Yi was furious and his blood was about to explode.
"Tener than 18,760 people." The cold voice remained unchanged.
Many Western-Japanese ancestors were extremely angry, but to no avail.
They could only look at the tribe members who were constantly being pulled out of the circle by black and white patterns, and looked at their panic and confused expressions, and felt heartbroken.
"Send them away!"
"First the blood sacrifice."
There is still no room for negotiation, and one Western Yi tribe after another is still being pulled out of the circle.
The number of people decreased again, and the eyes of the ancestors of the Western Yi were red. They gritted their teeth and stopped talking.
Eleven people looked at each other, then stretched out their hands together and penetrated them hard into their hearts.
His palms were like a knife, splitting his chest and his fiery red heart was taken out.
At the same time, they shouted: "Foreign people in the circle, share the blood sacrifice, and leave our clan's incense inheritance!"
The people of the Xiyi tribe were shocked.
Blood sacrifice?
They looked at the tribe members in the circle, and only these people could leave?
A younger tribe member shouted in panic at the Third Ancestor of the Western Yi: "Old Ancestor, I don't want to die! Let me enter the circle!"
The Third Ancestor looked at the young clan member, who was his direct lineage.
Although he is not the best among the younger generation, he is the most doting person in his lineage.
When he was born, the Third Patriarch personally named him.
Looking at the panicked junior, the third ancestor closed his eyes and a drop of blood popped up.
The drop of blood stretched in the air, like an arrow, passing through the heads of the young tribe in an instant.
He fell down with disbelief and horror. He didn't believe it until he died. The ancestor would kill him with his own hands.
The Third Ancestor opened his eyes again, his eyes full of tyranny: "All tribesmen, blood sacrifice! Whoever doesn't want to, I will kill whom I personally!"
He squeezed his heart and trembled all over.
The powerful vitality of the Daowu realm allows him to still persist.
Before falling, you will definitely kill many people.
Other ancestors were like this, shaking their hearts to show their wishes.
Even the ancestor is like this, and the other tribesmen don’t understand that this matter is a foregone conclusion.
Either commit suicide or be killed by the ancestor.
Many young people cannot accept such a result.
They cried out loudly and begged the ancestor to let him go.
All the crying people were penetrated by blood arrows, and there was no emotion to tell.
There are also those with strong wills who choose to commit suicide directly, which is also considered decent.
But whether you want to or not, the final result is the same.
Even when the Master of the Void Supervisor pulled out some people from the circle again, the Western Barbarians' ancestors finally let go of their last thoughts.
They took action together and began to massacre people.
The Western Yi clan has fallen into extreme fear and some people are beginning to fight back.
But their counterattack is meaningless. No matter how powerful they are, how can they be the opponents of the ancestors?
Even if the ancestor who took the initiative to crush his heart and his vitality continued to weaken, he still retained his cultivation level in the Daowu realm.
Killing these tribe members is amazingly fast.
At first, they were a little reluctant, and they killed too much, their eyes turned red, and they no longer had any concerns.
"Virtual Supervisor!"
"Daomen!"
These Xiyi people cursed out in anger, shouting that if they were given a chance, they would definitely destroy all Taoist sects.
But such words can only be used to scare the mouse.
If the three Taoist lords were afraid, they would not have done this.
Ma Ningyan, ten miles away, saw the tragic scene here.
She knew that it was the three Taoist lords who took action, but she didn't understand why the Western ravines wanted to kill each other.
The Xiyi people who were responsible for the rear-end were even more shocked to see this scene.
Why did the ancestor kill the clan members?
Are they crazy?
These people didn't even bother to stop Ma Ningyan, so they turned around and ran back immediately, wanting to ask what was going on.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ma Ningyan led his army to charge.
When they arrived, the Western ancestors had already killed their tribe members.
Everyone was covered with thick plasma, looking like a ghost from hell.
With scarlet eyes, he looked at the clan members rushing towards him. An unknown low sound came from his throat, and they rushed towards the tribe members again.
The surviving tribe members shouted in a sad voice: "Escape! Escape!"
"The Taoist sect will use our tribe's blood sacrifice to escape!"
Unfortunately, they reminded them too late. There was the Western Yi ancestor in front and Ma Ningyan behind. Where could these people escape?
After a massacre, after the last Xiyi tribe member fell, Ma Ningyan and eleven Western Yi ancestors face to face.
She looked alert and prepared for a life-and-death battle.
Facing the eleven Daowu realms, even the general commander of the border army who had been fighting for many years, his heart could not help but beating faster and his muscles tightened.
However, these eleven Western-Japanese ancestors had no intention of fighting with Ma Ningyan.
Kill all the tribe members, they turned to face the black and white chessboard.
A wild beast roared out of his mouth: "If the Taoist sect breaks his promise, I will destroy your Taoist throne!"
Their bodies burst open suddenly.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
All the bodies of the Xiyi people on the ground were shattered.
It turned into endless flesh and blood and poured into the black and white chessboard.
This scene made Ma Ningyan feel a little creepy.
The Xiyi people, who were surrounded by arrows, had black and white lights rising under their feet. The complex runes lit up, and their figures gradually faded and then disappeared from their original position.
Ma Ningyan glanced at the blood mist turned into hundreds of thousands of people, and finally placed his sight on the two Taoist masters.
A hint of fear flashed in her eyes.
Only three Taoist lords destroyed the Western Yi clan that he had fought hard for many days. Such a method was really amazing.
Moreover, they took action and did not ventilate themselves in advance.
Ma Ningyan naturally understood in his heart that Daqian might not have any weight in his eyes.
Those civil officials once said that a person as strong as the founder of the Blacksmith will definitely be a big problem once he rebelled.
Ma Ningyan did not agree because Grandpa Hong in her eyes would never betray her.
But the Taoist sect is different. If they rebel, can Daqian stop such power?
Ma Ningyan was still rational. Even though he was afraid, he did not really regard Taoism as his enemy.
But in the heart, there is a seed hidden.
When the flesh and blood in the sky were completely sucked away by the black and white chessboard, the eyes were empty.
Ma Ningyan flew over and landed in front of the two Taoist masters, bowed and said, "Thank you for your help."
Xuanhua Dao and Jueyuan Daodao bowed their hands to return the gift, but didn't say much, just said, "Goodbye."
Then, one of them turned into a rainbow light, and the other alternated with light and darkness, disappearing into view in the blink of an eye.
The black and white chessboard also began to fade, but the cool woman's voice was clear and clear.
"There are still more than 10,000 people in the Western Yi, and it may become a future trouble in the future. Our Taoist sect has done its best, and the rest depends on how you do it."
Ma Ningyan lowered his head slightly and said, "Thank you, Da Qian will do the rest."
The black and white chess board completely disappeared, and everything returned to nothingness.
After a long time, Ma Ningyan raised her head and looked at the thousands of miles of empty territory ahead.
future trouble?
Daqian has many sufferings, none of them are good at it.
The more than 10,000 people in the Western Barbarians are the weakest.
Ma Ningyan turned around and looked at the battlefield dozens of miles away.
The border army and the minion army are still fighting.
She held the long knife in her hand tightly and shouted: "Go back!"
Let’s solve the things in front of you first, and then talk about other things.
Whether it is the powerful clan, the remnants of Western barbarians, or the Taoist sect, it is not the most urgent thing Daqian is to deal with now.
...
Thousands of miles away, the ruins of the Western Yi Jianshan Mountain.
More than 10,000 Xiyi people appeared here, and they saw the Thirteenth Patriarch kneeling in the ruins and were seriously injured.
The Thirteenth Ancestor was severely injured and his realm fell.
Seeing these tribesmen come back, he grabbed the divine bow next to him and asked weakly: "Why are you back? What's going on the front line?"
Facing their last ancestor, these tribe members were in a very complicated mood.
They were able to live because the eleven ancestors exchanged their lives for the opportunity.
But when I saw the ancestors attacking the tribe with my own eyes, I didn’t know how to say it for a while.
After a moment, after learning the truth of the matter, the Thirteenth Ancestor widened his eyes.
He looked at these people in disbelief. The huge Western Yi people had a population of millions at their peak, but now there are only more than 10,000 tribes left?
The Thirteenth Ancestor was confused. How did this battle fight?
He suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood with internal organ fragments, and then fell to the ground again.
The Seventh Ancestor transformed into a shocking arrow, collapsed the holy mountain of the ancestral land and destroyed the tribesmen in their habitat.
And that arrow was easily crushed by a finger above the sky.
Even the tribe members who fought on the front line and other ancestors have now died in vain.
Such a blow is the best for the Thirteenth Ancestor.
"Ancestor! Ancestor!" Many tribe members hurried forward, took out the pill and stuffed it into his mouth.
Someone looked in the direction of Daqian and said worriedly: "Our clan has lost all its losses now. If Daqian chases him again, what should we do?"
A month ago, they didn't take Daqian seriously.
A month later, I was powerless to turn things around.
An archer with nine feathers hanging on his shoulder stood up and said in a deep voice: "If Daqian really chases him, he can only enter Linyuan to hide."
"Lin Yuan?"
When talking about that place, all the Xiyi people looked shocked, and some people showed fear.
Everyone knows that deep in Lin Yuan, there is the world of terrifying monsters.
Even if they have thirteen ancestors in the Daowu realm, they never dare to go too far.
Fortunately, those monsters never walked out of Linyuan and only occupied the deepest part.
There have been rumors that they are guarding something.
But there are so many extremely terrifying monsters that no one knows what that thing is.
"There is no other way. Only Lin Yuan can protect us!" Some other tribesmen agreed.
Everyone looked at each other. This seemed to be the last solution and there was no choice.
A month later, the Daqian border army and the minion army separated.
Both sides were so tired that they couldn't lift their hands and could not hold the weapons. They just wanted to have a good sleep.
Ma Ningyan wanted to clean up the mess as soon as possible, and had to make a strategy of rest.
The manpower is exhausted, and she can continue to fight, but the soldiers below cannot do it.
Moreover, after this war, the border troops suffered heavy losses, which was a great damage to their vitality.
The commander alone lost four, more than a dozen generals, other deputy generals, generals, etc., and more than a hundred.
There are only more than two million border troops left, and they are all exhausted.
If the powerful clan rebelled, it would be troublesome.
Nowadays, Ma Ningyan can no longer fight and rush hard like when he was attacking the city with 30,000 people, without caring about his affairs.
There is too much she has to consider now.
Especially the Dao Sect's move this time made her feel extremely scared.
In her eyes, this world has become more and more like a ferocious beast that is eating people.
Everything you see in your eyes is full of dangers!
"Where is Grandpa Hong?" Ma Ningyan inspected the battlefield, but never saw Jiang Lin.
(This chapter ends)