National People, Don't Panic, I Will Imitate A Golden Talent

Chapter 267

With Qin Wen's formation attainments, it is not troublesome to break this formation.

However, breaking the formation means taking the lives of these ten thousand desolate people.

However, Qin Wen immediately broke the formation.

It's not that he has no reverence for life.

Rather, killing people at this moment is equivalent to saving people.

These 10,000 desolate people, in the thousand-year-old war of the six tribes 100,000 years ago, may have been just some ordinary desolate people.

Because the human race is afraid of the god of war of the desolate race, after the death of the clan, it is difficult to control the anti-heaven level combat power.

The vicious people in the human race thought of using this desolate ruin to contain the desolate god of war.

As long as these 10,000 desolate people don't die, the strength of the desolate god of war will not be much stronger.

Because of the strength of the God of War bloodline and the number of remaining Desolate Clansmen, there is an exponential growth, and the less you are, the more you will improve.

As a result, these 10,000 desolate people were unlucky, were caught here, and endured torture for 100,000 years.

Life and death are not, and survival and death are not possible.

They should have died long before the long years.

How could a desolate clan with the bloodline of the God of War who had not awakened live for 100,000 years?

When breaking the formation, Qin Wen thought of a question.

"Take a small Xuan Realm as a cage? Are the Terran monks who came to Tianxuan from Xuanzhong 100,000 years ago related to those great Xuan Realm forces?"

Because Qin Wen lit up the formation, everyone could see that the threads of spiritual power that connected the desolate people were being disconnected.

Yu Chisang was distressed as he watched from the sidelines.

"Huchacha.

Hu Chacha instantly understood, and stepped forward quickly, his steps flashed like ghosts, and he quickly cut off the chains that bound the desolate people with a hand knife.

"Bang lahh

The rescued desolate people fell to the ground one after another.

But soon, the eyes of these people regained their light.

In fact, this is a return to the light.

"Woo woo woo woo woo "

low sobs echoed through the cave.

The rescued desolate people wept with joy.

They can finally die.

Soon, some people of the Desolate Clan noticed Qin Lan and Qin Lu.

"God of War! Two God of War!" They

spoke the language of the Desolate Clan, and Qin Lan and Qin Lu could naturally understand it.

Qin Lan said to them in the language of the Desolate Clan.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it was our boss who saved everyone, and from today onwards, everyone can get out of the sea of suffering. "

A few of the Desert people who looked older came out.

They faltered, not because of old age, but because 100,000 years of captivity, making it difficult for them to walk upright.

If it weren't for the formation that had been maintaining their physical bodies and maintaining a minimum standard of health, they wouldn't even be able to speak at this moment.

A black-skinned old desert man said in a hoarse voice.

"I didn't expect that in the end, it was a human race that freed us.

Another old man of the Desolate Clan smiled lightly.

"Although we are Terrans, we still want to thank you for finally ending our suffering.

"Yes, young man, don't have a psychological burden, it's not that you killed us, even if no one harmed us, we should have died a long time ago, and now we are trapped by that wicked man and forcibly renewed our lives. "

Besides, my desolate clan, as long as the bloodline of the god of war still exists, my desolate clan will not be destroyed!" "Every dead clansman will offer the power of our race to the bloodline of the god of war, and we will continue to fight with the inheritor of the bloodline

of the god of war!" "100,000 years, the vicissitudes of life, my desolate people still firmly believe that one day, they can take back their homeland!" "

Two gods of war, please remember the blood feud of the desolate clan

, even if we die, we have no fear!"

Qin Wen looked at these desolate people, looking like they were dying generously, and he also had mixed feelings in his heart.

100,000 years ago, the desolate god of war died in battle one after another, passed down from generation to generation, and fought against the human race.

Passed on to Bretton's generation, he was unfortunately imprisoned under the blood cliff by the Feather Ancestor, and every 10,000 years when the spiritual veins were slightly exhausted, he used the Lifesource Continuation Spirit Array to extract his bloodline origin, and tortured Briton into an ominous appearance covered with red hair.

And in this desolate ruin, there are still 10,000 desolate people, enduring the darkness and loss of freedom, and the 100,000 years of devilish time that they can't live if they want to live, and they can't die if they want to.

The suffering borne by this clan is indeed a little more.

"Woo-ah-ah!" After

listening to the words of the desolate clan, Hu Chacha suddenly broke the big defense and screamed there.

"The desolate

clan is miserable! My demon clan is not miserable! The supreme genius of the three thousand demon clans is proud of the demon heroes! Sacrificed! All of them

are fucking sacrificed! The abyss underground, is that the place where the demons are treated? Isn't that

! There is a great terror in the abyss! A big murderous thing! Someone is scared to death every day

! The most important thing is black! It's really fucking black

! And I call Chacha to be the most talented demon in the history of the demon race!

Not only is he handsome and chic, but he is also chic and handsome

! I finally came out after 100,000 years

! But as soon as I came out, I ran into a fool Salman who liked widows!

And then I was stuffed into a puppet by this Qin Wen, and I listened to him every day, peeling melon seeds, peeling shrimp shells, and even dumping dung buckets!"

Qin Wen glanced at Hu Chacha.

Mobilize the mechanism in the puppet with a snap of his fingers, so that Hu Chacha can't make a sound.

Hu Chacha was still sitting there crying and grabbing the ground, accusing Qin Wen's "accumulated crimes" with many desolate clans, but unfortunately no one heard what he said.

The people of the Desolate Tribes have an innate sense of worship for the clansmen who have unsealed the bloodline of the God of War.

Qin Lan and Qin Lu were surrounded by the clansmen with three layers inside and three layers outside.

The 10,000 desolate tribes present should spend their last little time before they die, and pay a good look at the desolate god of war.

They communicated in the language of the barren tribe, listening to Qin Lan and Qin Lu talk about the outside world.

Suddenly, Qin Lan and Qin Lu walked towards Yu Chisang very angrily.

Yu Chisang was bored, and he couldn't understand the barren people's babbling words.

Seeing Qin Lan and Qin Lu coming, he hurriedly straightened his demeanor and bowed and saluted.

"Is this what you did?"

A desolate tribesman who still looked like a child walked out from behind Qin Lan - what were these desolate people like when they were first caught, and what they are now, children will stop growing, and old people will stop aging.

Qin Lan pointed to the wound on the child's arm, which was deep and boneless, and a piece of flesh was missing.

Yu Chisang's eyes widened, and he already had an ominous premonition in his heart.

But he didn't dare to lie, because he knew that Qin Wen was very powerful in this immortal, and it was useless to lie, as long as he asked, he would still tell the truth.

"It's... I was injured

...""Why do you want to rip flesh for blood!""

For, in order to make my

puppet of the Yu Chi family stronger..."The secret technique of the puppet of the ancestor of the Yu Chi family originally did not need the flesh and blood of the desolate people.

After Yu Chi Sang's grandfather got the ruins, there was a clan elder in the Yu Chi family who was specialized in refining human puppets, and on a whim, he took some of the blood of the desolate people in the ruins and fed it to the human puppets.

Since then, the 10,000 desolate tribes in this desolate ruin have become the targets of "exploitation" by the Wei Chi family.

Of the 10,000 desolate people here, many of them have wounds on their bodies, and they are all seriously injured to the extent that they are missing a piece of meat.

And, most of them are children.

The physical strength of the adult desolate clan is not low, and a mortal family like the Yu Chi family is more troublesome to hurt the adult desolate clan.

Qin Lan looked at Qin and asked.

"Boss, can we avenge the flesh of our people?"