Bang

A light sound.

Jiuxian'er and a little chief had a palm and immediately took a few steps back.

"Damn it, these guys cooperate so well, it will be too late to continue like this." After looking at the movement of the altar, Jiuxian'er bit her silver teeth, took off the wine gourd on her waist and poured a big mouthful of wine into her mouth.

As the wine entered her body, Jiuxian'er's long black and beautiful hair instantly transformed into fiery red, and her beautiful eyes also turned golden. At the same time, two mysterious runes appeared on both sides of her cheeks.

Tuya, who was beside him, frowned and looked at the changes of Jiuxian'er. He always felt that he had heard of Jiuxian'er's appearance, but he could not remember it for a while.

The other chiefs were also shocked by the sudden change of Jiuxian'er, and retreated to the back, staring at Jiuxian'er in the middle with a cautious look on their faces.

"Huh!"

Jiuxian'er suddenly raised her head and roared, and a special aura surged out of her body.

Although the pressure of this momentum is not strong, it has a special charm. All the little chiefs shrouded by this momentum all trembled with their legs, and cold sweat oozed out from their foreheads layer by layer.

Tuya is no exception. However, he is still barely able to support his strength, but as Jiuxian'er's footsteps move towards them, the oppression brought by this special momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

thump

A weak orc chief finally couldn't hold on and knelt on the ground.

This seemed to be a beginning. As the plop sound continued to sound, one little chief after another fell to the ground. Tuya just gritted her teeth to support her. At this moment, he finally realized what the special charm of this momentum was.

Domineering!

Yes, it is domineering. This momentum carries a domineering aura that is the only one in the world, which makes those who feel it have to kneel down halfway to show their surrender.

thump!

Finally, as Jiuxian'er was less than five steps away from Tuya, Tuya finally couldn't hold on and immediately knelt on the ground.

"You, what are you, what magic!" Tuya stuttered.

However, at this time, the Jiuxian'er had entered a very mysterious state. She glanced at Tuya with her eyes covered by golden light, without saying a word, but walked straight towards the altar.

The movement here naturally attracted the attention of Sagra, who was sitting in front of the altar, chanting the mantra with his eyes closed.

Sagra opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the Jiuxianer covered in golden light, sighed, stood up and said, "I didn't expect this old friend to be so unbearable to loneliness."

At that moment, Sagra squeezed several spells in his hand, and the speed of the giant beasts condensing over the altar began to slow down.

This scene puzzled Dumont, who was standing beside him, hurriedly walked up to ask, "What happened to the high priest? Why did you stop the awakening ceremony?"

"An old friend is here, I have to go and greet him."

"I'll just go whoever I have. High Priest, you should continue the ceremony." Dumont quickly persuaded.

Sagra shook his head, "No, it's useless to go together, the gap is too big. I can only go to welcome this person. Don't worry, I did not stop the ceremony, but just slowed down the speed. After I left, you eight of you immediately formed a circle around the altar and released the fighting spirit at the altar, so that the speed of the ceremony would be restored."

"Yes, we obey the order."

Dumont bent down respectfully to answer his order. Even though he said that, there was a stir in his heart. The person who could make Sagra pay so much attention was also an old friend. You don’t need to ask that this person’s strength must be the same as Sagra’s saint. Moreover, Dumont clearly felt a sense of worry in Sagra’s tone. What was he worried about? Is the strength of the visitor stronger than Sagra?

Dumont shivered when he thought of this.

A person who is stronger than the Saint-level Saint-level? What realm is that? Demigod? Or a god!

Just as Dumont was thinking about it, the Jiuxian'er, covered with golden light, had already walked to a place less than 30 meters away from the altar. All the orcs who were shrouded by her aura all knelt down to show their surrender.

"I haven't seen an old friend for a long time, your strength is still so surprising."

Sagra's voice came slowly, and Sagra himself came to Jiuxian'er and blocked his way.

Facing Sagra, Jiuxian's overbearing momentum seemed to have lost its effect. Only careful people would realize that a gray energy had risen beside Sagra at this time, and this gray energy was constantly resisting the erosion of Jiuxian's momentum.

Jiuxian'er didn't say anything, and stood there looking at Sagra motionlessly.

Seeing this, Sagra shook his head and said, "Come out, old friend, I know you are here."

"Ha ha ha ha......"

A burst of hearty laughter came from the sky and resounded throughout the beast camp. All orcs who heard the laughter covered their ears and knelt on the ground, as if poison was hidden in the laughter.

"Old Shaman, how do you know I'm here?"

The laughter gradually faded away, and an old man with white eyebrows suddenly appeared between Jiuxianer and Sagra. The old man's robe sleeves were swaying without wind, his face was full of curiosity, and he looked at Sagra with a smile.

Sagra was not surprised when he saw the old man appear, but just touched the scepter and said, "Although I am old, I am not blind. This semi-divine artifact binding rope and the holy artifact Yuanmingjian are your signature treasures for wine and immortality. Generally, it will not leave your body. When I see this girl carrying these two things, I know that you must be nearby, not to mention that if I read it correctly, this girl is now using your unique martial arts - Xingran."

The old man nodded and said, "That's right, I didn't expect that after so many years, you and I met again on this battlefield. But I said, "Old Shaman, you are so old, why don't you stay at home and live a life with your descendants? What kind of war will you start?"

Sagra smiled bitterly and said, "It would be great if I had you so freely, but I couldn't help myself. The beast god has already passed down the oracle. As the high priest of my clan, I will run around and serve the oracle to die."

oracle?!!

Jiu Changsheng was stunned for a moment, then Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Those guys in the divine world like to do such nonsense. Isn't it just an intermediate god? As for such a big show?"

If ordinary people were so disrespectful to the beast god, Sagra would have already attacked and killed him. However, the person who said this was Jiu Changsheng, the man who was known as the closest to God on the Arad continent.

It is rumored that Jiu Changsheng had already broken through the barrier of the holy level a hundred years ago and entered the demigod level. As for whether this rumor is true, no one knows, because no one has ever seen Jiu Changsheng take action alive.

Besides, even if this rumor is false, Sagra clearly understood that when he was just an ordinary orc who was struggling to find the threshold of the holy level, Jiu Changsheng had already entered the holy level for many years and had long been a famous holy level powerhouse on the continent.

Now, relying on the help of the Beast God, I have entered the holy level for a hundred years. However, after such a long time, no one knows the strength of Jiu Changsheng. Sagra does not believe that Jiu Changsheng will not make any progress in the past hundreds of years.

"Tell me about the conditions, as long as I can get it, I will definitely agree to you."

Suddenly, Sagra said such a sentence. But anyone with discerning eyes knew that Sagra was a compromise. He wanted to use the conditions to convince Jiu Changsheng to let him withdraw from the dispute.

Jiu Changsheng smiled and said, "The conditions should not be raised by me."

"Who should that be? Oh, I understand." Sagra was wondering, but when he saw the Jiuxian behind Jiu Changsheng, he immediately understood.

"It seems that this girl has a high status in Jiu Changsheng's heart. Fortunately, she just issued an order that many chiefs in the clan are not allowed to hurt her, otherwise Jiu Changsheng would have started a massacre now." Sagra thought to himself.

"Okay. As long as I can do it, I will definitely agree to her." Sagra agreed happily.

"good."

Jiu Changsheng walked to Jiuxian'er when he heard this, and reached out to him, slapped Jiuxian'er's forehead. All the golden light around Jiuxian'er's body dissipated, and his eyes returned to clear light.

"Huh? What's wrong with me?" Jiuxian'er's eyes were confused.

When he saw Jiu Changsheng standing in front of her smiling kindly, Jiu Xian'er suddenly shouted: "Why are you, the old guy?"

Old guy?

Jiu Changsheng looked amused and crying, "Xian'er, no matter what, I am your grandfather. You have to save me some face in front of outsiders."

grandfather?

Jiuxian'er sneer said, "Is there any grandfather who left his granddaughter alone in an inn alone for ten years? Humph!"

"Then what, grandpa has difficulties that cannot be explained." Jiu Changsheng quickly defended himself, but when he saw that Jiu Xian'er was already frosted with frost, he hurriedly said: "Grandpa is wrong, benefactor, please forgive grandpa this time."

"snort!"

Jiuxian'er snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Jiu Changsheng said with a compliment: "Good Xian'er, this is Lord Sagera, the high priest of the beast tribe. I have already negotiated with him just now. No matter what conditions you put forward, he will agree to you as long as he can handle them. How about it, you are still satisfied with this gift from Grandpa."

condition?

Jiuxian'er's eyes rolled for a moment and was about to speak, but unexpectedly, a noise came from the camp gate in the distance.
Chapter completed!