I, Wudang’s Shepherd, Signed In For 50 Years

Outside of the Western Regions, most of them are dead and silent places. Looking around, you can only see endless yellow sand.

In this yellow sand, occasionally there will be a lot of life.

Here is an oasis in this desert, where the Sala tribe is located.

Thousands of years ago, there were only a few families here.

After thousands of years of reproduction, it has become a huge tribe.

After gradually opening up routes with other countries outside, the inheritance of Martial Dao also flows in.

After thousands of years of cultivation and evolution, the current Sala clan has become a Great Influence in this desert.

But in recent years, the situation has changed.

A tribe that had been acquainted with in the past rebelled over a key event.

Because of this, the Sala tribe has been severely hit.

The treasure within the clan was lost, and many experts lost their lives.

Although in these years, the successors of High Priest and patriarch have reached the Absolute Peak realm.

But compared with the huge punk family in the event, there is still a huge difference.

A year ago, the punk family even released cynicism, threatening to destroy the entire Sala family within a year and a half.

Similar Kyogen words, Sara Clansman has heard how many times in these years, just as a joke.

But after High Priest tried to make sacrificial prophecy, it came out with a gloomy expression.

Then, he confirmed this.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the punk family to attack wildly.

In this situation, High Priest consumes lifespan and barely finds the place of hope.

And dispatched the most promising Holy Son in the clan, and more than a dozen genius dísciple to seek help.

Now they have been away for more than two months, and no one knows what the situation is.

Chapter 207th Shala Clan

Standing on the yellow sand, looking at the black mist rising in the distance, feeling the faint pressure.

The High Priest is long sighed, and a trace of complexity flashes through the bottom of his eyes.

He sent someone to ask for help, but in fact he didn't have any hope.

Even if you really find reinforcements, with what they bring, you may not be able to get help from the other party.

Although the value of these things is not low, but their use is somewhat partial.

In fact, High Priest is just thinking of a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

The reason why the elite disciple was dispatched was that there was a failure to ask for help, and some fires could be retained after the tribe’s demise.

Now that the fire has been sent out, the remaining old people like them, it doesn't matter whether they live or die.

With the sound of footsteps, High Priest turned his head and looked.

Wearing cloth shoes and covering his entire body under his robe, patriarch, with only one eye exposed, walked to his side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Then, a gentle female voice rang, echoing beside them.

"Don't worry, Lamir and the others Heavens helps the worthy. The desert will protect them."

"I just hope that they won't be too sad when they come back."

"But before this..."

paused, the gentle female voice suddenly became cold and severe.

"Before that, let our enemies pay the price!"

As if to perceive the enemy's approach, the sound of the horn rang throughout the oasis, and then the High Priest sounded Majestic voice.

"The enemy is coming! Prepare to fight to death!"

In the entire tribe, except for the messy footsteps, the collision of weapons and armor, there is no more noise.

No one wailing, no one yelling.

All the salad clansman, in this brief moment are doing preparations!

They understand that the moment has come to survive!

They understand that the battle before them may be the end of the drama of life!

The horn sounded again, and Sara clansman spontaneously formed the battlefield.

According to the records in the ancient book, they stimulated the effectiveness of the battlefield and made the last wave of hard work.

Above the desert, the sky is full of yellow sand.

The sudden gust of wind swept across the sky with a howling sound.

This voice is so bleak, if it is the last wailing of this race, it is like the horn of a warrior launching a charge.

"Kill!"

The High Priest roars, the majestic voice in this brief moment is full of killing intent.

The agitation of the awe-inspiring power instantly penetrated Heaven and Earth, blowing away the endless wind and sand, rippling out a piece of nothingness.

The battlefield is lit up, and one after another stepped forward.

A battle formation composed of dozens of people is rapidly stimulating the effectiveness.

The abundant Inner Strength flows out of their bodies, gathers together, and then disperses to the entire battle inside the formation, providing protection and strengthening for the clansman.

Then, they rushed forward.

At this moment, the black fog in the sky has already descended, and the area covered by them also reveals its original appearance.

Those are many powerhouses that also make up an array.

It's just that compared with the custom of wearing silk scarves in the salad clansman, they have a special mark on their faces.

After the two parties broke out and charged, they soon fought together.

The battle below is a fight between the clansman of lower strength.

The battlefield where the true powerhouse is located is not on the ground, but in the sky.

Many powerhouses got up one after another, and they either used Qi to protect things or spatial flight, and soon embellished their silhouettes on the sky.

Then after they paused for a while, in a flash turned into afterimages and rushed away with each other.

At this time, High Priest and patriarch are also standing in the sky.

It's just that they didn't make a move, but waited for the opponent's trump card to show up.

Soon, there was a shock in the space, and a silhouette dressed in black clothed and covered in black mist stood up.

As soon as he took a step forward, a whirlwind was rolled up on his own on the ground.

Under the turning of many yellow sands, sandstorms have already arrived on this battlefield.

This kind of natural phenomenon has greatly affected the fighting in the field, but no one cares about the many experts flying in the sky.

Only patriarch glanced down, then turned his gaze back to his battlefield.

Although there is only one enemy in the sky, her vigilance with High Priest has not relaxed at all.

Judging from the breath that the opponent can't restrain, the opponent is definitely the powerhouse of Martial Emperor Realm!

It may even be a powerhouse who has just been promoted to an intermediate level!

Although both of them are Absolute Peak Realm Peak, facing such an enemy, they really don't have much confidence in their hearts.

"Ice Mirror!"

After hesitating for a moment, patriarch took a step forward, swiping his palm in front of him, and attacked first.

In the face of such an enemy, if it is passive defense, the chance of winning is basically zero.

If you take the initiative, there may be a glimmer of hope of victory.

Inner Strength freezes in the air, and manifests itself into a mirror.

She gently touched the back of the mirror with her finger, and a burst of fluorescence suddenly lit up on the entire mirror surface.

Suddenly, a bright beam of light suddenly burst out of it, and it came to the black mist almost instantly.

"hmph!"

There was a coldly snorted cry from the black mist, and the other party raised his palm and gently lifted it on the beam of light in front of him.

The terrifying Inner Strength burst out, refracting the entire beam of light in a peculiar way.

And the price he paid was that a small wisp of black mist turned into a light smoke and floated in the air.

Immediately, there was a chuckle in the mist.

"Think of the patriarch of the Sala clan, she turned out to be a woman."

As soon as these words came out, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped a few minutes.

Sala patriarch raised his wrist, and a large amount of water vapor condensed into the air with ice thorns.

Although it is a desert, even though it is extremely hot, the temperature suddenly dropped during this brief moment.

The gusts of cold wind blew up, bringing an area nearby into severe cold.

In the desert, the cultivation is the ice-cold cultivation technique.

It was this technique of cultivation that went the other way, which laid a solid foundation for the patriarch of the Sala clan.

With this, even in the heat, she can create a cold area.

And her domain, just like this, is called Frozen Domain!

The attack of High Priest follow closely from behind, manifesting in the icy field, the instant that the temperature in Heaven and Earth is rapidly controlled.

With the withered wooden staff in his left hand, he slammed into the sky.

Inner Strength poured into it, catalyzing the vitality in it, and the top of the withered wood rod instantly cracked.

The wooden block splits, like petals blooming.

It is divided into four petals, peeled off to the four sides, and then countless vitality gushes from the inside.

A large number of vines, branches, and various plants all spread out in this brief moment.

In an instant, it filled the sky.

Chapter 278 The Cruel Battle

Up to this moment, the powerhouses in the side battle have finally seen the true skills of their own patriarch and High Priest.

All of them seem to have realized, their eyes are red.

In the desert, the cultivation technique is completely contradictory. It can be described as half the results for twice the effort!

One can imagine the hardship.

For the continuation of the ethnic group and the tribe, the two of them have never mentioned this matter, or even showed relevant power.

No wonder the oasis where the ethnic group is located is always viable, and people do not have to constantly migrate like other ethnic groups.

No wonder, High Priest is only middle-aged, but looks into its twilight years...

No wonder no one among the tribes died because of the heat, but no wonder the water source is never lacking... …

It turns out that these two are carrying their weight.

Maybe it was called, maybe it was outrage.

Many powerhouses of the Sala clan suddenly burst out of potential, and even suppressed their disadvantages.