Death is the Beginning Chapter 6: : Atmospheric luck (medium)

These two alien souls. One is the high-level holy spirit of the barbarian race, and the other is the high-level holy spirit of the demon race. They are all high-ranking ancestors in their respective tribes. Of course, according to their actual age, they can also be regarded as the ancestors of their respective tribes. , are all old monsters who have lived for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years. They are usually honorable and noble, and they are people who are piled up in the clan and make the whole race tremble. My temper is gone.

First of all, the strength that is infinitely close to the level of the devil king, and then the cruel method. You know, this kind of torture that ignites the Holy Spirit is simply a taboo among hundreds of clans, not to mention among the eight powerful clans. Even the Eight Great Races would probably not punish the rest of the races in this way, otherwise they would trigger reactions from the rest of the races, and they would probably be besieged.

But Pei Jiao didn't care about these so-called unspoken rules at all, not to mention that he didn't know, even if he knew, he would definitely not pay attention to them. Anyway, now human beings are equivalent to being besieged by all the tribes, who treat us human beings as pigs and dogs. I still want to talk to you about peace, coexistence, and nature. MB, where is there such a good thing? Not to mention burning these souls into soul pillars, and capturing all these alien races as batteries, soul tonics, and soul materials, he has no burden in his heart. They still think about alien races, and they still treat humans as pigs and dogs, so it's best to die!

So the holy spirits of the alien race tasted the bitter fruit of this kind of thinking. As expected, they were condensed into soul beads, or directly ignited into soul fire pillars. In short, none of them died and dissipated safely. According to what was rumored by the clan at the beginning, this human holy spirit has an artifact on him!

Ah! Except for the three ancestors of the giants, celestials, and elves, among the eight powerful clans, only the undead have an artifact. The other four races don't have this powerful weapon that can suppress luck at all!

So greed together, led by the dwarves, and the demons. Undead, Sea Race, and Barbarian Race, these five major races put aside the three ancestors, and each sent several high-level holy spirits and a large group of low-level holy spirits to surround and kill this human high-level holy spirit, but the result was Almost the entire army was annihilated. The contrast was so severe that the eight powerful clans suddenly lost their voices at the same time, and no response was transmitted. Pei Jiao also ignored those so-called strong and foreign races at all, just reassuring Waiting for the surrender of these three alien souls, and leading humans to keep digging the ruins of Beijing.

Until now, he has finally completely subdued these two foreign true demon-level souls, and successfully subdued them with runes. Until then, he listened to these two people explaining their ancient tribes with peace of mind. Case.

"...Our ancient hundred clans have been slaves captured by the Three-Eyed Clan from different planes since there are historical records. Of course, this is only recorded by our Eight Great Clans..." The muscular beauty intermittently talking. The dreadlord standing next to her looked at her with contempt on his face.

The fearful demon king suddenly interrupted her, and said to Pei Jiao respectfully: "Please forgive me, master, their barbaric human race has no written words so far, so all the records are deceiving the master."

The muscular beauty blushed immediately, and she shouted loudly: "Varimathras! You bastard! Don't speak ill of us barbarians! Although we don't have writing, we have long narrative poems, all ancient All history is preserved in the long poem, including the world before we came, including the origin of our holy land, including the legendary stories of our holy soul ancestors, all these things are preserved!"

Varimathras, the fearful demon king, waved his hand easily and said, "I admit that I am a hybrid of the demonic fearful demon king clan and the sky clan red dragon. Your bloodline is much nobler than that of you barbarians. Not to mention, most of your long narrative poems are poems praising and praising your holy soul ancestors. How many real epic poems are left? I just remember that there is still a long poem about the Moon of Fire and Tears that seems to be preserved, and that’s just because your holy soul ancestor played a heroic role in it, what else? Don’t tell me your narrator Poetry is complete."

The face of the muscular beauty turned red and blue, green and red again, and a circle of strange wild beasts gradually emerged on her body. This is the fighting posture of a barbarian high-level holy spirit. One can imagine how angry she is at the moment Yes, already intending to go all out with Varimathras.

Pei Jiao frowned and said: "Don't fight here! Otherwise, I will let you taste the feeling of burning for seven days, then... Varimathras, tell me the origin of your ancient tribes, Don't give me nonsense, I want the real original text."

Varimathras lowered his waist gracefully. Like the most authentic butler in England, he said: "Yes, my master, your orders are my actions... The history of our ancient tribes should be in the period of the first civilization, and the gods, also It is the race we call the three...eye race. They captured our hundreds of races from various planes and worlds. In fact, they are hundreds of races. Now there is no real hundred races, at most dozens It’s just a race, of course, master, the races I’m referring to are all real intelligent creatures, if non-intelligent creatures are included, there are still hundreds of races.”

Pei Jiao nodded and said: "Continue, what's next?"

Varimathras continued: "Because of some unknown circumstances, the Protoss Three-Eyed Race created a life form with great power, or an existence greater than the life form, but this existence Instead, it devoured the Three-Eyed Clan. After that, all our clans entered the Holy Land or the Land of No Lord under the leadership of our heroes, ancestors, and holy souls, and escaped the engulfment and curse of this great existence. Although in the Holy Land or The reproductive capacity of the various races in the Borderlands has dropped hundreds of times, and almost no new life is born, but the flow of life in the Holy Land will also slow down many times, so all of our races can survive.”

Pei Jiao pondered silently, combined with what Xue Na told him at the time, it seemed that the descendants of the Three-Eyed Race used ultra-high technology to create a world similar to a fantasy land, and then escaped the engulfment of "original sin". It's just that the curse seems to have been infected before entering the fantasy land, so the Three-Eyed Clan began to gradually degenerate, so if you think about these two people, the origin of the Hundred Clans is indeed the same thing.

"Then let me ask you, how have you survived since the first era and after several eras?" Pei Jiao asked curiously.

Varimathras did not hesitate, he immediately planned to speak, but unexpectedly, the muscular beauty next to him suddenly spoke first: "Let me tell you, let me tell you, I know these things, our races in the Holy Land or In the land of no man, although the rate of death of life slows down, the number of deaths still greatly exceeds the number of new peoples born, so whenever the civilization of the previous era is extinct, taking advantage of that great life is far away from this world, and this time When the power of that great life is still remaining, we will open the fantasy land, come out from it to continue to breed new life, accumulate strength, and at the same time **** the civilization of the protagonist of this era..."

Pei Jiao was stunned for a moment and said: "The civilization of the protagonist? Are you relying on the Holy Land or something to survive and avoid the 'original sin'? What else do you need the civilization of the protagonist for?"

The muscular beauty and Varimathas looked at Pei Jiao stupidly. They both had some inexplicable meaning in it. After a long time, Varimathas said: "Master, good luck! The protagonist is civilized. Possessing great luck will produce the son of the race and the protagonist of the century. Even if the son of the race and the protagonist of the century will die in the doomsday catastrophe, if the race is protected by a holy place, then it is possible to use this luck to achieve more than a few holy souls. These are all strong enough to suppress luck, and if you are lucky, if you can save one or two artifacts and enter the Holy Land, then the outside race will be wiped out, and the remaining races in the Holy Land will be enough to become the head of the eight powerful races That category, such as the current giant race."

The muscular beauty next to him also nodded in affirmation and said: "That's right, there was an Odin from the giant clan back then. Now, in terms of strength, the giant clan is really the leader of the eight powerful clans, and even the elves and the sky clan can't do anything about it." They, this is luck, but only the giants have snatched the civilization of the protagonist."

(Air luck? It seems that luck is really a good thing.)

Until this moment, the muscular beauty suddenly grinned and said, "However, your luck is really strong. It has almost materialized to the point where even I, a high-level Holy Spirit, can feel it. Maybe it's not bad to follow you." , I may have the hope of becoming a holy soul."

Varimathras also nodded affirmatively and said: "Yes, I was still a little unwilling before. Master, this is the truth. After all, I am also the Great Elder in the Dread Demon King, but I feel that the almost substantial I really want to help the master, maybe I also have the hope to reach the level of the holy soul... the realm that we have been looking forward to for hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer."

Pei Jiao ignored them, and just asked: "Let's not talk about the other side, let me ask you~IndoMTL.com~Your clansmen, it seems that even the living can devour souls, right? How should you devour them?" While speaking, Pei Jiao took out nearly a hundred suppressed soul beads from his hand.

Varimathras and the muscular beauty both showed longing expressions, and Varimathras said directly: "Master, just swallow it up, break up these obsessions of the holy spirit, like eating food Just eat it."

Pei Jiao was taken aback for a moment, and he asked in amazement: "Isn't it possible? What about the consciousness in the obsession? What about the sin? And what about the impurities in the obsession? Eating this is not poison Is it?"

The two looked at each other, they both shook their heads, they didn't even know what Pei Jiao was talking about.

Pei Jiao explained to them in detail how to make obsessive food. Only then did the two of them show horrified expressions, and they almost said in unison: "Alchemy! This is alchemy! "

"Swallow a golden pill into your stomach, and you will no longer be a mortal...Master, this is the protagonist civilization of the second era civilization, the alchemy technique of the Xianxia clan!"

(PS: I had no face to meet everyone, so I asked for a ticket. I actually... 55555555 or more.) (!)