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A vast mountain range that is a million light-years high and stretches for hundreds of millions of light-years.

A figure suddenly appeared.

It was a big man with cyan skin, purple eyes, loose hair, and a ferocious face. There were mysterious patterns on his skin, and the breath on his body was the eternal true god, full of primitive wild flavor.

Impressively is an indigenous life.

The normal teleportation limit of the Eternal True God is tens of millions of light years, but their teleportation frequency is extremely high, so even those seemingly vast mountain terrains, in their eyes, passed by in the blink of an eye.

This fangs and strong man was transformed by Wang Yi. He looked down at an indigenous tribe in the distant mountains and forests.

There are countless natives living there, the lowest breath is immortal, and the strongest is an eternal true god.

Since Wang Yi did not deliberately hide his aura, when he appeared nearby, he was immediately discovered by the eternal true **** in the tribe.

A streamer flew out of the tribe and flew towards Wang Yi.

The surrounding area of ​​the tribe is blocked by space, so it cannot teleport in, and can only rely on flying.

It was a burly bald-headed man with blue skin, with only one huge one eye on his face, two fangs sticking out from the corners of his mouth, holding a huge mace made of stone in his hand, flying all the way to Wang Yi side.

"Who are you? What are you doing here in our extravagance department?" The other party spoke a difficult and ancient language, not the common language of practitioners in the origin continent, but an even more ancient language belonging to the ancients.

The other party didn't do it directly, but he also sensed that Wang Yi's aura belonged to the ancient clan.

If it is a cultivator, it is estimated that the entire tribal powerhouse is swarmed.

"I'm Temudar." Wang Yi casually made up an identity for himself, and he spoke the same hard old saying, "There is no tribe, I'm a wanderer. Passing by here, I want to challenge the strongest warrior of your tribe!"

A lot of information about the indigenous people is not a secret in the origin continent.

For example, they have many royal clans, big clans, some clans will fight against each other, and some common customs.

The indigenous language has been around for a long time, and even many practitioners in the country are using it.

"Oh?" The blue-skinned burly one-eyed man immediately became interested.

They solemnly looked at the blue-skinned, fangs-heavy man, both of whom were wearing crude animal skins and looked wild.

It's just that Wang Yi's green skin is like a majestic muscle, while the other person's body is like a hard blue metal, flashing cold and dark, and there are lines that are looming and full of mystery.

From the appearance, you can generally see how an indigenous bloodline is.

"I, Yamu Rake, the leader of the extravagant department, and the strongest in the extravagant department, I accept your challenge!" said Hong Sheng, a burly aboriginal with blue skin.

Challenge... is a common custom among indigenous tribes.

Aboriginal, savage and sturdy by nature, likes to fight, and worships the strong.

Many indigenous people will travel in the wild, tempering themselves, passing through some tribes, and they will challenge and challenge the strong among them.

If they win, they will take the spoils from the tribe, and if they lose, they will keep one thing from themselves.

Then if they go back to their hometown, they will take out these things and tell their glory.

Booty is not necessarily precious, but it represents a warrior's bravery medal.

To travel among the wild tribes, at least one must be a true god, and they are usually opponents of the same rank.

The tribe also welcomes those wanderers to come and challenge. Only the famous tribe will have many people to challenge, which can also prove the strength of their tribe.

Of course, fighting is also risky. Fighting against the same level is fair and just. If you are killed, you can only admit that you are unlucky.

Therefore, those who dare to venture out in the wild and challenge all parties are truly powerful men who are not afraid of death.

The tribe also respects such warriors.

The burly blue-skinned one-eyed man and Wang Yi's movements in the air also attracted the attention of the indigenous life of the tribe below. When they knew that the leader was going to compete with a foreign warrior, the entire tribe shook.

"How many billions of eras have passed, and finally another wandering warrior has arrived!"

"The last time I came, it was a Void level. This time, even the leader played, it seems to be an eternal level!"

"Eternal? I've only seen two leaders fighting outsiders since I was born."

"I don't know if the leader can win this time."

The indigenous life in the tribe was excited and talked a lot.

The aboriginal's name for the strong is not the same as the outside.

There are various kinds of practitioners, and their division is very simple.

Immortal, there is no rank, a child born is at this rank, an adult, it is a venerable person, a junior warrior of a tribe, and then an elite universe master, a medium warrior, a stronger true god, a high-level warrior.ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴovel(F)ɪre

Above it is the void level, the eternal level, the holy level, and the king level.

This is what they say internally.

For most tribes, the void level is very common, and an eternal level is very powerful.

Those who can have the eternal level are considered to be middle-level tribes, and they can barely protect their own tribesmen to live in this dangerous wilderness.

Holy level, it is a big clan, it dominates one side, many clans have to rely on and surrender to this kind of clan.

As for the king-level, the tribes that gave birth to the king-level are all royal families, the vast wilderness, countless indigenous tribes, and only a few dozen royal families. They are the true rulers of the indigenous forces.

Every royal family ruled over an endless and vast wild territory, and there were a large number of tribes and hundreds of millions of indigenous powerhouses under their command.

Wang Yi and the leader of the Shetu tribe, Yamu Rake, stood face to face in the sky, their breath completely filling the area of ​​one million light-years.

'Yamu Rake' opened his mouth wide and smiled, his fangs ferocious. "Brother Temudar, let's get started."

"it is good."

"Under the witness of the ancient ancestors."

"Under the witness of the ancient ancestors."

The two finished their vows at the same time and raised their weapons. Wang Yi's hand was a war knife made of rough metal, while the other party was a mace made of unknown ore.

Of course, the quality can definitely withstand the battle between the Eternal True Gods.

Yamu rake laughed loudly, and with a swish sound, it turned into a lightning bolt and rushed towards Wang Yi, and at the same time raised the mace in his hand.

The corners of Wang Yi's mouth twitched slightly, he had practiced boringly in an era of reincarnation, and it was time to relieve his boredom.

boom! Wang Yi directly charged forward, charging towards the opponent like a beast.

"Come on!" Wang Yi's eyes were sharp and he let out a low voice. The metal sword in his hand was already in front of the indigenous powerhouse Yamuji with the endless violence that split the universe.

"What a strong aura!" As an aboriginal life spanning countless years, Yamu Hao was incomparably experienced. Just by looking at Wang Yi's gesture, he realized the strength of his opponent.

It is like the battle power of the eternal true **** can generally be divided into fourteenth to seventeenth order.

Of course, the combat power of the natives is also different.

"Even if many secret techniques cannot be used, but simply integrating some mysteries into the sword technique and displaying it with pure sword techniques will definitely not be less powerful!" Wang Yi secretly said, "What's more, I am a 100,000 times divine body. The power, innately, is much stronger than that of the same-level Eternal True God!"

One hundred thousand times the divine body is ten times stronger than the power of becoming an eternal true **** without taking the divine body route!

The power that radiates is also the absolute power of chaos!

This is the power of the indigenous blood after reaching the legendary 100,000 times perfection level on the life structure chart.

Of course, only in terms of strength attributes, such as the bloodline talent of indigenous life, and many other means, cannot be used.

He can only do a power transformation. Like the soul, etc., but it cannot be changed!

"It's good!" Yamu Rake let out a roar, the lines on his body suddenly lit up, his body suddenly thickened, and the animal skin battle suit was swelled up, and the metal-like cold and hard muscle lines outlined by the battle suit As if the steel bars were entwined, it looked extremely domineering, with a hint of madness, and the mace was madly and fiercely waving the sword to meet Wang Yi.

The two huge forces collided with each other, and the surrounding space was immediately distorted, and the light and other things were swallowed and annihilated by something terrible.

Rumbling... In the distance from the battlefield, those indigenous beings could clearly see that a terrifying vortex like a black hole in the abyss enveloped the battlefield.

That power fluctuates, even if the Void True God will tremble, if the True God is impacted, there will definitely be death and no life.

"Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!!" In the dark whirlpool, there were only two god-like figures fighting, and countless sword shadows surrounded one of the burly blue metal figures.

"Even if I don't need a secret technique, just my sword technique, body technique, and fighting skills, I am the best among the Eternal True Gods!" Wang Yi frantically attacked the aboriginal powerhouse.

Yamu Rake tried his best to resist, wielding his mace to fight.

But compared with Wang Yi, although his fighting skills honed in the countless reincarnation eras are not inferior, there is a clear gap in the swordsmanship... These gaps made him obviously suppressed by Wang Yi in the battle.

"Dang! Dang! Dang..." The battle knife slashed again and again on Yamu's hard blue metal-like skin, splashing fire.

"This body is really strong enough, and it's almost as good as my fourth change. It's worthy of being an aborigines known for their bloodline routes." Wang Yi secretly thought to himself.

But at this time, Yamu Rake went crazy, "Ah ah ah..." As he roared, the lines on his body burst into light, and the lines on the blue body quickly twisted and intertwined, turning into a bizarre life pattern.

"Boom--" A powerful ancient aura erupted from Yamu Rake's body, instantly filling the area with a radius of 10,000 light-years.

A blue scaled giant with a size of tens of thousands of light years appeared in front of Wang Yi, and the mace in his hand became tens of thousands of light-years in length. Like the gods and demons who opened up the world, his aura became very terrifying.

"Is this the bloodline secret technique of indigenous life?" Wang Yi narrowed his eyes.

Practitioners, through practice, can obtain various secret techniques.

And the natives, through the development of blood potential, can also obtain a variety of powerful secret techniques.

Some are particularly heaven-defying, and can even suppress cultivators who are one level higher than themselves.

Indigenous people can continue for countless years in the origin continent under the suppression of the cultivator camp, it is not useless.

"Ah..." Yamu's eyes turned blood red, and the muscles on his body were outrageous. Holding a huge mace in his majestic hand, he smashed down at Wang Yi like lightning.

There is also a shadow of an ancient giant creature emerging behind the Yamu Rake.

Unspeakable pressure came from all directions.

Such a large-scale attack, even if Wang Yi's dodging speed is fast, it is difficult to dodge it.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed?" Wang Yi's eyes burst into a fierce light.

Bright knife lights up!

One knife after another, the giant mace slashed frantically towards the top... It attacked dozens of times in a row almost instantly.

Every knife is a full-strength shot, but there are dozens of knives at one position of the mace with great precision at the same time.

All the power exploded at one point.

"Peng!" A large area of ​​space was split open, and the two strong men were simultaneously shaken by the force of the anti-shock.

"This is..." Yamu rake's eyes widened, he is considered to be experienced in hundreds of battles, and he has fought countless Eternal True God-level opponents, but this is the first time he has seen someone resist his unique trick like this.

Even the other tribal powerhouses of the same level have also exploded the bloodline secret technique, so they can compete with his move.

And this unfamiliar wanderer named Temuda actually used that sword technique to fight head-on with his bloodline secret technique, but they were evenly matched.

How could Yamu rake not be shocked.

The two face each other at a distance.

"Brother Temudar, good swordsmanship." The blue giant spoke slowly.

"Brother Yamu rake, your move is also very impressive." The fangs sturdy man with blue skin and hair scattered also said.

Yamu Rake took a deep look at the other party, and suddenly burst into laughter, "Haha, I didn't expect to meet such a master as Brother Temudar today. I've accepted it. I'll admit defeat in this battle." The voice spread far and wide. , obviously Ya Mu rake did not mean to cover up.

Aboriginal beings who were watching the battle from a distance heard it, and all of them were shocked.

"The leader lost?"

"Master Yamu Rake admits defeat."

"The winner is the outsider."

"It's amazing, this is the real powerful wanderer!"

The other party's swift admission of defeat also gave Wang Yi a little favor.

Unlike the cultivators who were born and raised in the origin continent, Wang Yi came from the sea of ​​​​cosmos, and he did not have any hatred for the indigenous people.

Of course, he also understands that he is in the camp of practitioners, and he is destined to be in opposition to the natives.

"If that's the case, then I want to get the spoils that belong to me." Wang Yi said.

"Okay." Yamu Rake was not sloppy, and with a wave of his hand, a white thing that looked like some kind of animal bone, and there were holes in the bones flew over.

He also explained: "The spoils of each tribe are different and are very easy to identify. This is the joint of our Shetu tribe, and it has the mark of my tribe's offering."

Wang Yi nodded and took down this bone. The spoils themselves are of little value, but more of an honor.

But... Countless natives aspire to this honor.

"Haha, Brother Temuda, since you came to our tribe, let us treat you well." Yamuji smiled. Although he lost, he was convinced.

Even the bloodline secret technique can be on par with him. If the bloodline secret technique breaks out, wouldn't it be hanging and beating him?

Of course, he didn't know that Wang Yi didn't have a bloodline secret technique.

Even, most of his strength is hidden, and he can't even exert one percent.

"That's good." A smile appeared on Wang Yi's face. He wanted to roam in the wild, and he had to deal with these natives. Mixing up an identity here can also save you some trouble.

As for the fear that the other party will see through the origin?

Not afraid at all, there are countless indigenous tribes in the wild land, among which I don’t know how many perished in the battle, and many wanderers appeared.

Like an Eternal Vagabond without a clan, it's inconspicuous at all.

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