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Immortal Master Chapter 50 Red Spot and White Demon

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    The new book "Cultivation of Immortality in the Infinite World" asks for your support Later, the god of war Huitzilopochtli, the god of darkness Disktripoka and the demon god Trakhupan overthrew the rule of Quetzalcoatl.  It is said that Quetzalcoatl cursed, then came to the seaside, boarded a raft made of snakes, and drifted to Trabalan.  There is another theory that Quetzalcoatl led his followers and retreated into the denser jungle.  The city of the dead that Master Wen once visited in modern times was suspected by him to be Trabalan.  Similarly, he also discovered the true fate of Quetzalcoatl under the ruins of the city-state of Capac in modern time and space.  Maybe there is still a real entanglement between the city-state of Capac and the Quetzalcoatl.  But in the time and space of the Northern Song Dynasty, all of this obviously had not happened yet.  Therefore, Heavenly Master Wen Da was quite interested in everything this little man said.  "Those with white skin are all devils!" the little man cursed through gritted teeth.  Heavenly Master Wen shrugged. He didn¡¯t think he was white-skinned. He was an Omi ghost.  But Li Gui doesn¡¯t think so. He has always been a little complacent about his skin, which is different from that of the rainforest natives.  But Heavenly Master Wen Da was standing beside him with a smile on his face. He couldn't hit the person, so he could only feel angry.  "Tell me, what happened to those white people? And why did you run away when you saw us? Didn't you even want to join the newly established tribe?" Wen Fei asked with a smile.  No matter how stupid this little man was, he could hear something different now. He asked curiously: "Aren't you those white people? I mean the white demon tribe?" After a pause, before Wen Fei could answer, he said: "Yes.  "No, you are definitely not. We have moved so far. How could we encounter that white demon tribe again?" "Why did you move here just to avoid that white demon tribe?" Wen Fei said with a smile.  : "Tell me everything you know, and I will let you go. And I will allow you to settle here. I am the most powerful king here and the god here. As long as your tribe surrenders to me and regards me as a god."  I will protect you! " Such a large tribe, with so many old and weak women and children, can provide a lot of incense and power.  It is much better than the tribes with dozens or hundreds of people everywhere in the rain forest.  After all, the entire population of Fuyuan City is only 20,000 to 30,000 people. If the troops are mobilized to the limit, at most one-tenth of the population can be used to fight.  The proportion of the population that agricultural civilization can mobilize is much smaller than that of nomads.  "I am a descendant of the ancestral god Atavu, and I will never believe in an evil god like you!" The little man didn't appreciate it.  It made Master Wen both laugh and cry.  What ancestral god Atau.  For such a small tribe to be able to worship an ancestral spirit is already amazing!  He gently stretched out his hand, and the blood in the little man's body began to circulate faster, and then began to boil.  It was as if a fire was added to the body, and the whole body became hot.  Sweat poured out from my whole body like rain, even on such a hot day.  You can also see the sweat turning into steam.  The skin all over his body was more like a red-hot prawn, shockingly red.  A huge shadow vaguely appeared on his blood-boiling, extremely fiery red skin. You could vaguely see it was a spider with its teeth and claws.  The spider shadow looked extremely frightened when he saw Wen Fei, and kept shrinking and trembling.  Even the body shape is constantly shrinking, and in the blink of an eye, it is only the size of a table tennis ball.  "Is this your ancestor god?" Wen Fei stretched out his palm and placed the shadow of the spider in his palm: "Then you no longer have the blood of the ancestor god!" The little man screamed: "Devil, you  What did you do to me? All of us Ban clan members are the descendants of the Spider Ancestor God" Wen Fei played with such a spider shadow, pitiful for this ferocious spider shadow, it seemed to be dead in the hands of Master Wen Da.  Generally, they don¡¯t even dare to move.  When this little man saw him, his heart went cold to the soles of his feet.  Are even their ancestors so afraid of the white devil in front of them?  In their mythology, all their Ban clan members are born from the ancestral gods.  In the rainforest.  There are countless Ban clan tribes, all of whom regard their ancestral gods as totems.  According to legend, their ancestors were extremely powerful and gave them terrible poison to deal with their enemies.  But the tribe of the white demon is even more powerful.  Their gods seemed to have defeated their own ancestral gods.  Dozens of Ban clan tribes were wiped out by the White Demon, so they, the Red Ban clan, walked all the way for two rainy seasons, far away from the range of the White Demon.  I am confident that at such a long distance, I will never encounter those terrifying white demons again.?Every time I thought about it, in just a few months, they encountered the White Demon again.  Although it seems that this group of white demons are not the same family as the white demons they have encountered before.  But this group of white demons was even more terrifying. They actually forced out the power of the ancestor god in him, and even played with it like a toy.  Is it really like being in a legend?  These white demons are tribes that came down from the clouds, so we people on land can't defeat them?  At this moment, the little man was filled with despair.  "Hey, the people in your tribe actually value you very much, and they actually came back to save you!" Wen Fei said with a seemingly careless smile.  The little man opened his eyes out of despair, but saw nothing.  Wen Fei smiled and said: "They are still a few miles away. It will take at least a few minutes before you can see them!" Hearing Wen Fei say this, the little man felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured from head to sole in March.  , although he will never know what Sanjiu weather is.  He wanted to shout loudly, telling his fellow tribesmen not to come to save him. There were demons here, and they would die if they came.  But there is no way. His tribe is still far away now. Even if his throat is broken, no one will hear him.  The hairs on the little man's hair almost stood up, and he shouted: "What do you want?" "I said, as long as your tribe is willing to surrender to me and worship me as a god, I will protect you. Otherwise" Wen Fei  Before he finished speaking, through the thick branches and leaves of the trees, one could already see canoes and rafts floating over together, and the figures of the Ban tribe people had already appeared on them.  "Okay!" The little man gritted his teeth and looked at the spider shadow that Master Wen was playing with in his hand.  Most of those who can survive in this dangerous rainforest are pragmatists.  It is not easy to die for those illusory things.  "If it weren't for the fact that the White Demon tribe was too crazy and didn't leave them a way to survive, they wouldn't have refused to surrender.  "I am the leader of the Red Spot Clan. I can persuade them to surrender. Don't do anything!" The little man said anxiously when he saw that the warriors in Fuyuan City were ready to take action.  Heavenly Master Wen Da was not surprised by this statement.  It's normal. I already knew that this little man was an important person, otherwise the soldiers of the Red Spot tribe wouldn't have escaped and came to rescue him again.  The most important thing is the strength in him.  Don't look at such a small spider shadow. It is not noticeable at all in the hands of Master Wen. It is rounded and flattened casually.  But this is part of the power of a powerful being.  An ordinary person would not be ordinary if he had this kind of power to protect him.  Even for a large tribe like the Red Spot Clan with a population of several thousand, there are not many people with this kind of power, only one or two at most.  "Great God, are you just letting him go like this?" He watched Tianshi Wen let the little man go and let him go to negotiate.  Nan Shi asked a little strangely.  Wen Fei shrugged his shoulders: "Even if he ran away, there would be no loss, right?" Anyway, the entire Red Spot clan looked like this to Master Wen who was used to seeing countless big scenes.  But the little man seemed to really keep his promise, and actually persuaded his men to put down their weapons and walked over.  This made Wen Fei even take a high look. It seemed that this little man had quite a high prestige among his tribe.  The warriors of Fuyuan City blocked their way, preventing these red-spotted people from easily approaching their gods. Their eyes were a little unfriendly.  Perhaps in the eyes of Heavenly Master Wen Da, Fuyuan City is also an extremely crude initial civilization, but in the eyes of the people of Fuyuan City, a city-state of 50,000 to 60,000 people with stone buildings and the ability to make pottery has developed  Fuyuan City, which has become the overlord of one party, can definitely look down upon these barbarians who are still hunting and gathering in front of them, wearing animal skins.  Facing these red-spotted people, they naturally have a psychological advantage.  But now their gods actually have to be worshiped by these red-skinned little men, and they are not worshiped as slaves. This makes the warriors in Fuyuan City a little dissatisfied.  Of course, this dissatisfaction only dares to target the red skin of these little people, but it does not dare to target Wen Da Tianshi.  "Let them come over!" Wen Fei said lightly, but with unparalleled majesty, so that the warriors in Fuyuan City had to get out of the way angrily.  The little man came over with his tribesmen and said to Wen Fei: "These are the warriors of my tribe. They have surrendered now!" Wen Fei nodded and said, "I allow you to continue living here.  And divide the surrounding one hundred miles into your hunting ground, but you must worship me and worship my statue or totem pole in the clan!¡±p; Wen Fei¡¯s words made the Red Spot clan members burst into an uproar, and even the clan leader couldn¡¯t suppress them.  "Quiet" Celestial Master Wen's voice rang in the hearts of each of them, causing them to stagger around in shock.  Heavenly Master Wen Da stretched out a hand, and there was a spider shadow the size of a table tennis ball firmly in his palm.
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