Bacheng was still sweating coldly, but he looked at Zhuo Yifan and then the main hall in shock, speechless.
With his brain, he really couldn't figure out why the world from the outside and from the inside were completely different.
When I went in just now, let alone seeing the soul-eating staff, I didn't even know where I was.
When he thought of his old enemy being baptized in the Flame Sword Domain, he couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.
In recent years, the younger generation of the Overlord Clan has been suppressed by the Fairy Clan to the point where they cannot hold their heads high.
Except for Tyrant Tyrant and Tyrant Tyrant, who can stand up to a fight, the rest are no match for Xuanyuan Feng.
The reason why Xuanyuan Feng prepared so many psychic armors was actually for the sake of domination.
But he didn't expect that before Ba Di met, he would meet Zhuo Yifan first.
At this moment, trapped in the Flame Sword Domain, he was about to cry without tears. Fortunately, there were many magic weapons, so there was no fatal danger for the time being.
But facing the rain of sword attacks, he had no chance to rest.
[Flame Sword Domain] is based on Zhuo Yifan's insights. As his magic circle cultivation level increases, this Flame Sword Domain becomes more perfect and is transforming into a regular sword domain.
If it turned into a [Rule Sword Domain], Xuanyuan Feng would have been strangled to pieces.
Baxian watched Zhuo Yifan display his great power, even Xuanyuan Feng was trapped, and couldn't help but smile as brightly as a flower, extremely proud.
"Master God Envoy, are we really going to leave like this? Leave him alone?"
As everyone walked out, Bacheng kept looking back.
Zhuo Yifan said speechlessly: "Bacheng, what is your relationship with Xuanyuan Feng? Could it be that he abused and tortured you and made you emotional? You were the one who induced me to deal with him. Now why?
He is also worried about you."
Bacheng's face turned red and he smiled: "Master Divine Envoy, have you seen it all?"
"Wochao, you can't even tell this, do you think I'm a fool?" Zhuo Yifan said angrily: "Don't worry, he won't die."
But there is a secret passage in my heart, which is at most peeling off.
"That's good, that's good."
Ba Cheng was relieved, but in the blink of an eye he saw three people with six eyes staring at him, and he suddenly felt guilty.
Ba Xian said in shock: "I didn't expect you to be such a person."
Ba Shan quickly stood on the other side and said fearfully: "Brother Ba Cheng, don't worry, I won't let anyone know that you like men."
Zhuo Yifan shook his head and sighed: "Oh, I really can't tell that you actually like that pretender. This is too low-key."
The three of them shook their heads and left, leaving Bacheng alone standing there dumbfounded.
Since when the hell did I like men?
He wanted to explain, but the three of them had already walked away.
He looked back at the soul-eating staff inserted in the main hall, hesitated for a moment, stamped his feet, and turned around to leave.
The terrifying sight in the Flame Sword Domain made him afraid to try again.
Poor Xuanyuan Feng, it's not good to offend anyone. He deserves to be offended by the Divine Envoy.
He seemed to have forgotten who was the instigator that caused this turmoil.
When they saw Zhuo Yifan come out, all the Ba clan members who saw him saluted respectfully, and they almost knelt down in a very respectful manner, which made Zhuo Yifan very awkward.
In the end, he simply hid in Ba Xian's room and did not go out.
And Ba Cheng, being so shameless, stayed with Ba Shan.
The three of them drank and chatted happily, chatting about some strange things about Samsara Continent, which opened Zhuo Yifan's horizons.
According to them, this final sacrifice will open a path to the divine realm, and the lucky ones will go straight to heaven to be with their ancestors.
This is what the six tribes value most.
Zhuo Yifan was secretly confused, because he was the only one who knew where Nuwa, Pangu and other ancestor gods were now.
Where they are, it is absolutely impossible for outsiders to enter without permission.
Even if you enter, you are on the Samsara Star, not a divine realm.
"This event is held once every three hundred years. It must have been held many times so far, right?" Zhuo Yifan asked casually.
"No one knows how many times it has been held. Anyway, it has been a long, long time." Bashan said: "No matter what, this time, we must succeed."
"So? Has anyone come back?"
"Come back? Why come back?" Bashan looked at Zhuo Yifan in shock: "Entering the God Realm and living with the ancestral gods is what everyone dreams of, why do you want to come back?"
"So, no one has ever come back?" Zhuo Yifan asked in surprise.
Ba Chengdao: "That's right, the chosen ones are all God's favored ones, with unlimited potential. They are all geniuses favored by God, and will enter the God Realm and receive the best training."
Zhuo Yifan frowned and said, "What is the final sacrifice for?"
"Brother Original, this final sacrifice is of course for the purpose of becoming a god!" Bashan said excitedly: "After being recognized by the ancestor gods and entering the god realm, from now on you will be a member of the gods, carefree and happy.
How nice you said it was."
"Haha, God may not be truly happy." Zhuo Yifan smiled meaningfully.
The daily life of the people of the Overlord clan consists of hunting and training.
This left Zhuo Yifan speechless.
With such a large labor force, hunting teams are on the move, going through life and death outside, looking for food, while women and children stay at home, having fun and preparing food.
Of course, the education among the tribes is also very backward. Most of them are practicing martial arts and spiritual power, or preparing to stimulate their potential, but few people pay attention to cultural knowledge.
On the other hand, young girls are the most leisurely, except cooking and just dazing.
Of course, now they have another entertainment, which is to admire and seduce the Lord God Envoy.
Zhuo Yifan and others can see this scenery when they go out for a walk occasionally.
Whenever they see Zhuo Yifan coming, almost all the young girls and young wives would cast their flirtatious eyes on him and wish they could just throw themselves into his arms for comfort.
This passion is the most intense Zhuo Yifan has ever seen in his life.
What's even more outrageous is that an eldest sister, who was still nursing a baby in her arms, was ogling Zhuo Yifan in a shy and timid manner.
At that time, Zhuo Yifan was so frightened that he trembled.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly and asked: "Are all the women of your hegemonic clan so enthusiastic? Aren't their husbands and lovers jealous?"
Bacheng chuckled and said, "Our Ba clan is the descendant of gods. We yearn for freedom, but we don't have as many dogmas as your human race."
Bashan said: "Yes, I heard that the gods are like this, happy and free."
Several men laughed, but Ba Xian was angry: "Shut up, do you still have any sense of shame?"
She looked at Zhuo Yifan, gritted her teeth and said: "Actually, there is no difference between the Ba clan and the human clan. Both men are superior to women. It is called strength, but look, can these weak women compare to strong men?
After all, women are not just vassals."
Zhuo Yifan secretly thought that in a world where strength is respected, it is indeed difficult for women to obtain corresponding status.
"Brother Zhuo, it's better to have your place where equality between men and women is truly achieved. I really want to see it with my own eyes."
"Sister Fairy, don't worry, there is actually a chance." Zhuo Yifan's heart moved and he lowered his voice and said: "Actually, I still have some things treasured here. If Sister Fairy doesn't mind, I can share them with you."