<>When stabbing out that fierce sword, this was the first time Meng Changqing killed someone so fiercely without leaving any room for anything...com Yawen

That sword was the most skillful move he had practiced in more than ten years and played the best. The sword passed by like a meteor, as if it had cut through the sky.

The sprinkled blood is blooming like flowers, making it much more beautiful and adds monotonous color to the forest full of fog and green or black.

As beautiful and desperate as he imagined.

Before a few breaths, Meng Changqing carried Meng Changyin unconscious in the wound on her back.

Meng Changqing met a young man with red hair. The group of shamans respected his mother's love life. Meng Changqing thought that he must be the highest-ranking person in this village.

"If I let my junior brother go, he is already unconscious. Let him go out to see the will of heaven die. I will leave my body for you." Meng Changqing, who was living, looked around with caution.

The man in black clothes and red hair slowly walked towards him, and the shamans around him slowly gave him a path to Meng Changqing.

The red-haired man stood in front of Meng Changqing and slowly wiped away the blood on his chin. He looked at him with compassion: "For the hero, the 200,000 troops of Jiang Kingdom in the past made the shamans destroy the clan, and the dead are not worth jealous. Since you are from Kunlun, you should be punished, but our clan has always given the warriors a chance to survive."

"What?" Meng Changqing asked hesitantly.

"I will break through the siege and die to exchange for the time to leave for your junior brother. I am willing to be my slave so that your junior brother can leave smoothly. You, choose one."

Of course, Meng Changqing hopes that his junior brother can leave smoothly, but he doesn't believe that these shamans will be so kind and have such cruel means when killing people...

The red-haired man looked at his expression, "It seems that you have chosen."

"The person who comes will lie on the seriously injured person on the horse's back, and the evil god will decide where the horse will go." After the man in red gave these instructions, he looked at Meng Changqing.

"I fulfill my conditions, it's your turn now..."

Meng Changqing untied his sword and fixed it on his wrist with broken robe corners, and walked towards the edge of a forest with firmness.

The red-haired man looked at his back and smiled slightly. "It's interesting to survive with an ant." The red-haired man looked at the shaman behind him and said in a small voice: "Save his life first, and leave that one right away...com"

Of course, Meng Changqing did not really believe the words of these shamans, but this was the only chance. Even if these people regard their life weight as a game of fun and leisure, he would also gain a chance to survive in this reckless mood.

He wanted to send the news to the master and bring it to Feng Huali and others.

Wherever Meng Changqing went, sword flowers were everywhere.

That was the brightest fireworks of time.

Sometimes it will be faster than the flood, and sometimes it will be faster than the meteor in the sky.

Under the sword light that was astonishing as the terrifying sword was naturally smooth and flowing across the evil throats of the monsters.

When the sword passes, there are two sections wherever you go.

The shamans hidden around them were stunned.

The forest was extremely quiet for a moment, and only the sound of blood ticking and blood spraying could be heard.

"He, kill him and avenge our people..." A trembling and sharp voice suddenly sounded, and finally, almost screaming pierced the sky.

"Noisy!" Meng Changqing didn't even know how to do it, and a sword flower rose and a sword slowly.

The next second, the person who made the sound fell to the ground with a loud bang.

For a moment, the whole forest was silent and no one made another sound.

It was almost at the edge of the forest, but, as he walked out of the extreme, hundreds of poisonous substances had already swarmed towards him.

"Kill him!"

As if he had obtained a signal, hundreds of poisons came over the sky in an instant, and a rumbling sound of breaking through the sky.

It seems that I can't be good today.

When Meng Changqing woke up again, he found that he was already in a prison, but he didn't know what happened to his junior brother...

A few rays of sunshine seemed to have grown in the dark cell, mixed with a little warmth. Meng Changqing, who had not seen the sun for so many days, seemed to be less gloomy in her heart.

He gently held the slightly messy hair on his shoulders, and a soft light shone, which made him narrow his long phoenix eyes, and felt a moment of sadness in his heart.

I guess the scenery elsewhere is just right at this time. Although the forest outside is gloomy, when you come inside, it is just a charming village with beautiful scenery.

If it weren't for being trapped in a cell, it would be that the flower shade was sitting and drinking tea, galloping thousands of miles to travel around the world, and you would still see Feng Huali's two children.

"Boom~" The prison door that had been silent for a long time was kicked open by two jailers, stumbled and supported each other, and took steps forward, with disorderly steps.

There was a full smile on his face, and he was a little drunk. Both of them couldn't help but hum a song. They talked about trivial matters of life all the time, which made people laugh secretly, how could they look like a big girl?

"You said that why did Yuan Sheng not marry the daughter of the prime minister who is well-educated, gentle and skillful? But he was obsessed with recruiting people with destiny in the execution ground. Even if he believed in evil gods, he would break..." Before he could finish his remaining words, another prison guard forcibly covered his mouth, staggered a few steps, and almost fell to the ground.

Just as he was about to curse, he was a serious lesson that was first heard: "It is his blessing to be favored by the priest, brothers should not talk nonsense anymore." Although it was a warm reminder, his tone seemed to be warning the other party.

Be careful that disaster comes from the mouth.

This person in prison also had a dark face. Why did he feel like he had become a concubine?

He couldn't help laughing. This shamanic high priest is really a weird person, it's really ridiculous.

Could it be that the man with long red hair that I saw that day was the high priest of this shaman?

It's really ridiculous, it's really annoying to myself.

If you are careful, you may be able to pass the message out and take a surprise, so that you can catch all these shamans in one go.

Who would have thought that the shaman priest would not be a national teacher in the Western Dynasty and would do what to do in his own nest? Can you really predict that the nest will be taken away by it...

Thinking of this, Meng Changqing was stunned. Could it be that they had spies or traitors in Jiangshan?

Meng Changqing's face was a little pale. He was still too simple. He didn't see much news at that time and was ready to come directly. Sure enough... Although he didn't want to believe that Meng Changyue was determined to harm these junior brothers and himself.

How did the Manchu High Priest know that someone was coming to spy on his old nest? They always acted very carefully. They were undoubtedly traitors, otherwise why did Senior Brother Yan Yu have nothing to do with them?

He can only decide that Meng Changyue is the traitor now, but he is a little afraid what if there are others?

She didn't give her too much time to think and save herself.

Soon, several guards were welcomed. They were all wearing black robes and tattooed their faces with symbols that they couldn't understand.

The man in black robe walked out with his weak body. These days he also saw people being carried out one after another. Some people never came back, and some people had big holes in their bodies that had been bitten by insects.

Is it my turn today? Shu Meng Changqing is one of the ones who were taken out. He went out of the cell with other imprisoned people and was confined into the prison van. Today's prison van is brand new and tight, and it must be a batch just made.

The things he saw in the past were mottled and filled with blood clots and an unpleasant smell.

On the altar, the high priest, sitting upright on the platform, looked at Meng Changqing's weak and powerless body, suppressing the inexplicable heat in his heart, and finally he met someone who could open the boundary of blood for himself.

God really treats him well.

Meng Changqing looked at the huge stone facing the altar, shook his face without knowing that his expression was full of anxiety.

Meng Changqing was confused and remembered that he had seen the legend about shamans in the library. After Nuwa created humans, the human race had difficulty in survival, whether it was the prehistoric demons or the severe cold and heat. They all threatened their lives.

However, the human race did not surrender. They went through all kinds of dangers and found Nuwa's descendants, and learned witchcraft, poison, and curse from them.

The high priests at that time were also a demigod, and they were able to reach the sky and the earth through various witchcrafts.

Gradually, humans gained more victories and their lives settled down. They gradually no longer needed this kind of witchcraft from the times of war.

The more powerful witchcraft is, people are actually afraid of it.

Later, they risked their lives to get fire from the forest, began to learn to plant mulberry trees, to raise silkworms and weave clothes, and to imitate birds and beasts to build home nests.

Text appeared, gradually establishing a country, and the city-state became a kingdom...

Shamans are actually the kind of people who are abandoned by humans who are the first to protect humans.

How sad...
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