552: C552 The Sorcerer's Ritual Enlightenment of Fortune

C552 The Sorcerer's Ritual Enlightenment of Fortune

Di Jiang Xiaobai had lost and was turned into a dead dog, severely affecting the morale of the Imperial Tribe. In contrast, the morale of the Heavenly Tribe was as high as a rainbow, and everyone was like a dragon. Howl! Howl! They shouted and rushed forward.

The two totems were also clashing against each other. Hsing Tian's totem had already gained the upper hand. He pressed down on the Dijiang-totem, crushing it all the way forward. In the end, the Imperial Tribe was utterly defeated, and all of them were knocked down to the ground. Then, all of their harvests were robbed.

"Great God Ji, you're right!" A girl more than ten feet tall shouted excitedly, "This wheat is really a great harvest. It's comparable to the ten God Of Fire Tribe we robbed!"

"Hahaha, a great harvest! The bowl is full and the harvest is harvest!" Hsing Tian was also overjoyed. He looked at the group in the distance in high spirits. "Mad dog, should we snatch those people again? Let's start with God Of Fire Tribe!"

The geniuses of the God Of Fire Tribe wanted to spurt out their anger. What the hell was going on? Why did they have to bully them like this? Why didn't they just give them a chance to live? If he really couldn't do it, then why couldn't we just lie down!?

Seeing the terrified and helpless look on the faces of the nine major tribes, Ji Chen finally showed his magnanimity. "Forget it. We've already taken most of the wool. Let them be happy for the time being and save some in stock."

En, people are so strange. Give him something. He feels that you haven't given him enough, but when you don't snatch them away again, they are grateful to you, just like how they look at the Bodhisattva of the Nine Heavens, kind and compassionate.

The last day ended in this kind of happy and friendly atmosphere. The next day, the bright red sun rose up. Purple Qi rose from the east, and all things were revived. The plan was set in the morning.

Outside the hunting ground, not far from the Sorcerer's Altar, the people of the eleven clans were all looking forward to it. Eleven Venerable Martial Saint level Magus Kings stood in the red sun, their lips curved into a faint smile. They were waiting to see their children return with a bountiful harvest.

The remaining dozens of people from the Candle Dragon Clan were on top of the Sorcerer Goddess's altar. The one in the lead was also a Martial Saint Stage warrior, and he was also smiling as he looked at the lively scene in the distance.

"Hehe, old monster Hsing Tian, you're going to lose this time! Those little bastards from your family are no match for you, their quality is much worse than yours!"

Imperial River Mage King shouted happily, "Do you know how powerful our Dijiang-Xiaobai is? In the future, he will definitely be able to reach the Martial Saint. That Hsing Tian of your family is too weak. He hasn't grown up yet, so he's no match for him. "

"Hey, are you really that confident? Don't talk nonsense. You will lose badly later, and you will be slapped in the face, old bird!"

Mage King retorted, "We have the strongest external help this time. Golden Tyrant Body, old bird, do you not know how powerful they are? Your little white will definitely be beaten into a melon! "

"Tsk, I have to admit that you are very lucky to be able to invite Golden Tyrant Body as external help. But so what? This Tyrant Body is only in its early twenties. A Martial Progenitor Stage Layer 10 can't create a miracle!"

Imperial River Mage King was still full of confidence. "If you're not convinced, should we make a bet? If we win, you can take out a jar of the wine that you've kept for ten million years. What do you think? "

"F * ck, what a good old bird! You're still thinking about my wine! I only have two jars of that wine, and you want half of it!"

"Tsk, what, you don't dare, old monster? Then what are you saying? Why don't you just admit defeat now? It's not embarrassing!"

"Don't try to goad me on. Let's bet. Who's afraid of who?!" Mage King blew his beard and glared at him. "If you lose, take out one of the Universe Pills in your family's storage!"

Hearing this, Mage King Dijiang trembled. That was a pill refined by a First Venerable Martial Immortal in their glorious history. It was also extremely precious, and it was a strategic resource.

If it was any other time, he would have kicked it with his leg. However, this time, he was really confident. There was no reason for him to lose, let alone the fact that he was the one who suggested this bet.

If he were to retreat before the Sorcerer's Altar, wouldn't he lose face? Even if he became the leader of the south Xinjiang, it would still be a stain on his reputation. Therefore, he agreed to it.

Soon, the hunting team walked over under the morning sun. Different from the previous groups, the eleven groups actually came out in one go.

The big guy was surprised, but he didn't think too much about it. One by one, they rushed towards their own team and asked anxiously. It was fine if they didn't ask, but once they asked, the expressions of those teams turned ugly.

The one who felt the most uncomfortable was the God Of Fire Tribe. Ji Chen and the others were about to snatch away the trauma in their hearts. When they were asked by their own Mage Kings, they almost burst into tears. What did you want me to say?

What's wrong? We were robbed by the Heavenly Tribe, and we were often robbed. In these fifteen days, did I become a part-time worker for the Heavenly Tribe?

How could he say something like this? It was too shameful. If he said it, there would be no way for him to be a human anymore. Therefore, almost all of the eyes were looking at Ji Chen with resentment.

Mage King Dijiang was very happy right now. He was just waiting to slap Mage King in the face. For a moment, he didn't even pay attention to the bruises and expressions on his children's faces. He just laughed out loud and walked over.

"Little White, how was the harvest this time? Did you break a record? Look at how modest you are! You've clearly gained so much, yet you're still crying? "

"No need, no need. The Witch Clan of south Xinjiang must be forthright and bold. It is different from those fake girls from the Central Plains! Oh, oh, oh, oh. Look at your injuries. Are you going to fight some big demon?"

"The boys of the Imperial Tribe are hardworking, and they love to fight! Hurry up, bring out your gains and blind that old monster Hsing Tian's eyes. Hurry up, stop dilly-dallying!"1

Mage King was still muttering in his heart. He walked up to Ji Chen and asked, "Tyrant Body Ji, how's our harvest this time? Is it higher than the Imperial Tribe? "

"Higher than them?" Ji Chen laughed and said loudly, "That's a must!"

As his voice fell, the happy atmosphere of Heavenly Tribe could no longer be suppressed. It became an ocean of joy. Many people were shouting at the same time, making Mage King's mouth open.

"What is this? You have been robbed! You were robbed by the Heavenly Tribe. Little White, were you beaten up by the Golden Tyrant Body? " The Imperial River Mage King could not believe his ears." It's over, it's over! "

At this moment, the other Mage Kings did not know whether to laugh or cry. The truth of the hunting ground surfaced. They did not expect that all the prey from the ten tribes would be snatched away by the Heavenly Tribe. Each of their gazes became strange.

At this moment, Mage King was happy. It was as if he had grown twice as tall. "Old birdman, are you surprised, surprised, and happy right now? Are you going to dance? Don't forget, you have to take out the Universe Qiankun Pill!"

" Get lost you old thing, am I someone who doesn't count? " As if he had just eaten a hundred kilograms of dead flies, Mage King Dijiang's face darkened. "My Cosmos Pills, the leader of my Witch Clan, my God!"

Ji Chen took out all the rewards he had obtained from the Heavenly Tribe. His essence energy rushed up to the sky and set a new record. The first place was unshakable. After all, this was the harvest of eleven tribes. It would be strange if it wasn't the first place.

Similarly, the Heavenly Tribe and the Imperial Tribe had both won five times during the Sorcerer Sacrificial Hunt. However, according to the rules, if it was a draw, the previous tribe would continue to be the leader.

Therefore, the Martial Saint from the Candle Dragon Tribe announced the result. In the next thousand years, the leader of the south Xinjiang would still be the Heavenly Tribe, and the matter of this sword strike would be settled.

Only the King of the Imperial River, who had a very interesting expression on his face, had red eyes. He was flicking the heads of those hunters one by one, and it was so loud that it echoed through the clouds. Poor Dijiang-Xiaobai was bouncing and crying, and once again, he shed tears of embarrassment.

When the sun was high in the sky, the Maguspriest Sacrificial Rite would truly begin. All the major tribes would drag out their own sacrifices, and this was the real sacrifice. The one that Ji Chen and the others had created was just a game.

It was a way to promote the spirit of martial arts. The meaning of this was, look at how fierce our son is! He didn't forget his roots at all! He was super awesome!

At this moment, all the supreme grade items that were brought out were Martial Buddha Layer 10. Many of them were even just a little bit away from breaking through to the Martial Saint Stage. It would be very difficult to capture them alive.

There were Qiong Qi, Tao Wu, Zhu Yan, Phoenix and Green Dragon. There were even Layer 10 Martial Buddha from the Protoss and Layer 10 Martial Buddha from the Blood Tribe. All of them were super big shots.

However, they were now nothing more than sacrifices. Like pigs and dogs, they were dragged to the front of the altar and slaughtered with a single slash. There was a terrifying formation on the altar, and it also had a strange power.

After absorbing all of these supreme powers, the entire altar seemed to come alive. The statue of the Sorcerer on top of the altar shone with a hundred thousand rays of light.

Now, the benefits of the God of Sorcerer's sacrifice had finally been revealed. This wasn't a simple sacrificial ceremony, it was also a kind of inheritance. All the young men from the Witch Clan of south Xinjiang could go there and study it.

Even if they couldn't obtain the inheritance of the God of Sorcerer, they would still be able to obtain some benefits from it, which would allow their strength to rise to a whole new level. This was the celebration of the young generation. Because of the Middle Ancient Overlord, Ji Chen had also obtained the qualification to do so.

There were more than a hundred thousand people in the twelve divisions of the Witch Clan of south Xinjiang. There were also over a thousand young men who were qualified to cultivate on the platform. Of course, Ji Chen, Dijiang-Xiao Bai, and Hsing Tian had the best positions.

They were right in front of the altar, and they were the closest to the statue of the God of Sorcerer. Therefore, they were able to obtain more power, and the possibility of obtaining the inheritance was even higher.

Over a thousand people were sitting on the altar with their legs crossed. Each and every one of them had their own unique cultivation method. They began to comprehend the statue of the God of Sorcerer and the inheritance left behind by the God of Sorcerer. Every one of them was very serious and pious.

Over a hundred thousand Senior Magi were watching from the side, and those Magus Kings were also gathered together. Looking at those young people who had been showing happy expressions, chatting and bragging, they were also very happy.

Brothers, do you think anyone can get the inheritance of the Supreme Magus this time? It has been so many years, and not many people have gotten the inheritance yet. We can't waste it," said the Magus King, Brother, do you think anyone can get the inheritance of the Supreme Magus this time?"

"I don't think so." Hou Tu Magus King said, "The Supreme Magus' inheritance is too profound, and it doesn't have any important things left behind. It really can't be seen or touched. It would be weird if we could get it."

"Even the Golden Tyrant Body?" The Mysterious Underworld Clan's Patriarch said, "That's the highest existence among the five elements in the world."

"That's too much." Mage King Di Jiang said, "Indeed, Tyrant Body Ji is awesome, but he isn't from our Witch Clan. It's a pity."

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