Bright Era

Perhaps this number is more than that, because Lin Qi doesn't know how many tokens are densely placed inside, because these small identity tokens are overlapped and squeezed against me, and I are placed next to yours.

This hall is enough for two thousand adult Taikoo giants to hold a sports meeting here. Each token is only half a palm and only half an inch thick! And such a huge space is almost filled with these tokens!

"Why, so many deaths?" Lin Qi's body and soul were stiffened for a while, he looked at the token that was shining with cold light like countless undead eyes, and could no longer speak.

The donkey and the two rabbits that had been flying and jumping also closed their mouths. They looked at the **** names on these tokens in awe, and breathed out softly. After a long time, Da Hei snorted: "It's okay, at least there can be one name left. We have seen too many guys without any information."

Two lines of tears dripped from the corners of Xiao Hei's eyes, and then he quickly evaporated the tears, and shook his head disapprovingly: "Isn't it? We have seen so many dead people, we have a lot of knowledge, our hearts are like stone, um, Isn't it... Isn't it just a bit dead?"

The donkey tilted his head and looked at the dense and overwhelming identity tokens that might smash on his head at any time. After a long time, the donkey lowered his head, his eyes flashed with a faint gray light, and he hummed softly: "I miss you...you know, right? I miss you...but I can't remember what you look like!"

A drop of **** tears fell on the ground, and then quickly evaporated to dryness.

The donkey sighed softly: "I don't remember... But I'm alive and well! It's not bad, I have food, alcohol, cigarettes, and my grandson sent me to the door to beat me! It seems that I did everything you didn't let me do!"

Shaking his head, the gray light in the donkey's eyes slowly disappeared, and then he quickly returned to normal.

"Really, it's a pity!" The donkey sighed, "Why should you sacrifice your own people? Wouldn't it be enough to let those **** sticks do it? Think about it, those **** sticks are definitely not willing to let your enemies destroy the world. , Or they won’t have any believers! Isn’t it their duty to allow those gods to do this kind of thing? Isn’t it their duty?"

The donkey screamed strangely with a sharp voice: "God loves the world! So, let the **** club sacrifice!"

The ancestors of the two temples shook their heads, and they said solemnly: "Let those **** sticks close to Jueyu? Lin Qi, remember, this is the biggest taboo of the family! No clergy can be close to Jueyu, and they can't let them know. The existence of Jueyu cannot let them know the exact location of Jueyu!"

"Any tribe who dares to disclose relevant information to the clergy, his entire family, will be wiped out!"

"This is the most stringent stipulation in the secret covenant signed by the ancestors of the twelve hidden ancient tribes, and no tribe can violate it!"

Lin Qi stayed in a daze, then he wiped a trace of water vapor from the corner of his eyes and nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I won't let them know! But I also want to ask, why is this? Why do our people use it? Life goes to suppress those territories, why are we..."

While speaking, there was a low sound of footsteps outside, and a scent of blood and sadness gradually came from outside the tunnel. Lin Qi turned around in amazement, and saw a dozen burly men in ragged clothes and beaten armor holding a handful of small identity tokens, walking in slowly.

"Two ancestors, give these brothers up!" The leader said in a calm Chinese voice: "Unfortunately, I ran into a mad King Flying Yaksha. The brothers desperately killed him, but this The six brothers are over."

The two temple gods walked over slowly, they wiped off the blood stains on the token with their sleeves, and then placed them on a wooden stand closest to the entrance of the corridor. Lin Qi saw that the writing on the token was originally white, but after absorbing the blood attached to it, the writing was gradually turning red.

The blood-colored name was dyed with real blood.

"Let's take a rest! When you meet such an opponent, you can have a one-month rest period, and then go back and continue to complete this rotation!" Lin Hellfeng waved his hand: "Go to rest, and receive some new armor and potions by the way. The deacons of the temple said, the relatives of these dead people will double all the offerings before their children reach adulthood."

Before Lin Yufeng's words were finished, a sharp voice came from the corridor: "Zuo Miaozhu, you can't say that. Every expenditure of the Xieqindian must be allocated after strict verification. How did these tribesmen die in battle? Did they really encounter the maddening King Fei Tian Yasha? Did they have any guilt to escape?"

After a few sneers, the sharp voice sternly said: "These things haven't been found out yet, how can we let the Xieqindian go down? You must know every copper child and every grain of rice in this Xieqindian. It’s all earned by the tribesmen of other palaces, but you can’t pay twice as much for no reason just because of your light words!"

With a loud bang, the black and red viscous vigor suddenly rose from the bodies of the big guys who had sent the identity tokens in. The roar of tigers was endless, and a few giant tigers with brilliant eyes rushed out of them, and they made deafening roars toward the corridor.

The shrill voice screamed with exhaustion, "What do you want to do? Do you dare to beat the elder of Xieqindian! When you are all dead in the extremis, your orphans and widows will definitely not be taken care of!"

With a roar of ‘Roar’, the whole hall suddenly shook.

This roar was a sudden burst of anger that Lin Qi couldn't contain. His roar almost triggered all the power in his body. Fortunately, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and the others jointly suppressed the sea of ​​air formed by the four terrifying elements in Lin Qi. Otherwise, this roar would be enough to bring the entire island and nearby thousands of miles away. The sea is completely smoothed.

The horrible sound wave turned into an invisible shock wave and blasted out along the corridor. The shrill elder of the palace in the corridor let out a miserable cry, and then there was the sound of bone fracture and blood pouring from the throat.' Cuckoo' strange noise.

Lin Qi grinned, he turned around, knelt down awe-inspiringly toward the countless tokens, kowtowed a few heads upright in accordance with the ancient rituals of the East, then jumped up, and rushed into the corridor. As he walked, he shouted sternly: "Okay, okay, okay, what you say is very nice, I like it very much! I want to see how you let me die in the dead, how do you let my widow and orphan No one worshipped!"

"Beat me to death, kill me!" Lin Qi's eyes became red, and the white aura around him flashed, and the two giant dragons that had just been created from Dragon Cliff responded with urns. With a sound, he raised a fist the size of a wine jar and slapped at an old man in Tsing Yi who was lying in the corridor with a pale yellow complexion.

These dragons, which have just been successfully manufactured, have only incorporated the purest fighting instincts, they don't understand any humanity, and they don't need to care about any humanity. In short, Lin Qi, the highest commander, ordered them to kill people, and they would just kill them.

In addition to the old man in Tsing Yi, there were a dozen young men who were also wearing Tsing Yi lying in the corridor. They were all shaken by Lin Qi's extremely angry tiger roar, and their internal organs were displaced, and they fell to the ground and vomited blood, unable to move.

Hearing Lin Qi's threats, these young men still sneered again and again, thinking that Lin Qi was just alarmist.

But when they saw Lin Qi suddenly add two brawny men full of blood and tyranny, and they raised their fists to greet the old man's heart and neck, these young men were so scared that they were so scared. He screamed hoarsely: "Do you dare to assassinate the elders of your clan, you are dead, you are dead!"

A group of people didn't know what was going on. They just heard that a few demigod-level clansmen had something to do in Jueyu, so they hurriedly followed the elder of the Xieqindian to the Tiger Temple to see what happened. But this elder has always been mean to the tribe, and he can't afford to look down on those big guys who are desperately working in the territories.

Upon hearing Lin Prison Wind's command, the elder immediately uttered a sarcasm, and his words were vicious.

But there was a roar that didn't know where it came from. They spit blood and fell to the ground. They bounced hundreds of meters away with a roar. Moreover, Lin Qi, a fierce spirit, rushed over, and dared to attack the dignified elders!

The elders of Xieqindian, this is the position of the tiger clan with real power. It is in charge of the distribution of a large number of wealthy fans, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea and other living materials, which is equivalent to the position of the logistics director of all tiger tribes.

Such a person, does anyone really dare to kill? Can someone really kill?

Just as these Tsing Yi youths were screaming and screaming, the two giant dragon men had already grabbed the vitals of the old man, twisted his neck with a'click', and then thumped down like a torrential rain. The old man's bones were broken, and he was obviously too dead to die.

Lin Qi glanced at the group of young men lying on the ground coldly, gave a sharp look in his eyes, and shouted coldly: "Kill the old, what are the young ones doing? Kill them all! Put the heads in the tiger temple! "

Lin Qi's words were furious, and Lin Yufeng and Lin Yulei were stunned as if they were struck by lightning.

Even if Lin Yufeng and Lin Yulei are the temple blessings in charge of the Tiger Clan's ancestral temple, their status and status far exceed that of an elder of the Xieqindian, but they dare not say that they would kill an elder-level person!

But Lin Qi did it!

The cries and cries rang out in the corridor, and the dozens of men in Tsing Yi in the Xieqin Temple quickly followed in the footsteps of the elder and were completely killed. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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