Chapter five hundred and seventy-six barbarian gods
Yang Ji was careful and relying on the convenience of boating on the ground, he quickly got a good idea of the situation of the barbarian tribe deep in the primitive jungle.
The Pope of the Barbarian Sect was right. This tribe was much more powerful than the tribes that Yang Ji had killed before. Yang Ji counted roughly and found that the entire tribe had about six or seven thousand people, which was more powerful than the tribes that Yang Ji had killed before.
More than twice as much.
There are only three thousand soldiers in Cangxu City, so they are no match for them if they attack by force.
You know, everyone in the barbarian tribe is a warrior!
In addition, Yang Ji also discovered that the strength level of the warriors in this tribe was obviously far superior to the warriors he had encountered before.
If the tribes were wiped out at the beginning, and the tribes they encountered were of this level, it would be absolutely impossible for the three thousand soldiers to remain unscathed.
At least the level of casualties is fifty-fifty!
For the imperial court, this was absolutely unacceptable.
In other words, based on the strength of Cangxu City alone, a strong attack is absolutely impossible!
After walking around underground for a few times, Yang Ji discovered something unexpected. In addition to being powerful in combat, the warriors of this tribe were also devout believers.
Yang Ji saw at least a dozen groups of barbarian warriors praying devoutly, and they were even more pious than the ordinary human believers in the periphery.
This kind of thing only happens among barbarians!
In addition, barbarians generally do not build human structures. But Yang Ji discovered a large piece of something similar to a temple altar in the center of this tribal territory.
It's just that there is divine power shrouding it, and there are also a large number of barbarian masters guarding it. There are even a large number of eighth-level barbarian great martial arts sects guarding it, each one standing at the door like a door god.
Yang Ji didn't dare to be careless, so he circled around a few times without getting closer, and quickly retreated.
After finding out the general situation of this barbarian tribe, Yang Ji quickly took notice.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji hid underground, reached out and grabbed a Barbarian God believer's mouth, and quickly pulled him into the ground. In just a moment, the believer appeared again, but there was already a different person under his clothes.
After walking a few steps quickly, Yang Ji regained his composure. Lowering his head, he quickly caught up with the group and walked towards the center of the altar.
If you just look at the appearance, Yang Ji's current aura looks no different from this group of numb but devout believers.
"Be careful! It's not necessarily safe if you do this! If the Barbarian Spirit God's consciousness really interferes with his believers, he will soon find out that you are not his believer."
The great Asura said with some worry.
"Haha. What are you afraid of? At worst, it will just sink to the ground. As long as you are out of the range of his divine power. Is it possible that the great martial arts sect of the barbarians can still do it?"
Yang Ji smiled and said without any intention of wavering:
"Moreover, how can he control more than 20,000 believers? Gods are not meant to do this kind of thing. Even if there are any changes among the believers, as long as they are not too obvious, he will not notice them."
Unlike the great Asura, Yang Ji has always been bold and thoughtful. This barbarian god is very special, and it attracts his attention more and more.
All human believers live on the periphery. There is a special passage leading from the periphery to the altar for prayer. On both sides of the passage are strict and meticulous warriors who look like sculptures.
Under the supervision of these barbarian warriors, everyone entered the main altar or temple to worship and pray.
Yang Ji mingled among the crowd, walking on the path, and saw tall barbarian warriors on both sides, many of whom were carrying long animal bone spears.
In terms of strength alone, Yang Ji had to admit that with the strength of Cangxu City, it might not be able to withstand these barbarian warriors.
The road was winding and winding, and he followed the prayer path. Yang Ji secretly observed it, and suddenly he smelled a strong fragrance in his nose.
"This is such a strong smell of incense! This evil spirit has actually taught the barbarians to burn incense and worship!"
Yang Ji was secretly surprised.
Incense can guide believers to condense their thoughts more easily and generate the power of faith needed by the gods. In sects, belief in incense is very common. All disciples need to offer incense!
But barbarians don’t like incense!
The Barbarian Spirit God, through his own influence, made these barbarians accept it and learn to burn incense!
"This Barbarian Spirit God is terrifying! This barbarian tribe has probably been completely tamed by him!"
The great Asura said secretly, with a feeling of fear rising in his heart.
There was silence in the tribe. Apart from the sounds of prayers, there was only the sound of mosquitoes. The barbarian warriors there seemed to have turned into statues. Yang Ji walked over and saw that they didn't even move.
This atmosphere feels very weird and uncomfortable!
"Look! To the temple!"
Suddenly, the great Asura said.
Just in front of Yang Ji, along the winding road, a huge temple slowly emerged from the field of vision. Yang Ji had never seen such a temple. It was not luxurious, but it was magnificent, with a sense of time.
The ancient servants who coexist, the rich flavor.
Everyone who sees the mottled appearance can feel that this temple was not built now. Instead, it existed an extremely long time ago.
Slowly approaching, Yang Ji could even smell the smell of moss. The moss had grown all over the temple's exterior.
The temple is more than thirty feet tall, majestic and majestic, and is different from ordinary temples.
This temple has a very strong barbarian style!
For a moment, Yang Ji even felt that what he saw was a barbarian temple. But Yang Ji knew very well that the barbarians were actually just tools used by this evil spirit.
Slowly approaching, a familiar wave began to ripple in the void. It was the aura of divine power. It was very vast and much stronger than what Yang Ji had felt outside. It was wrapped around the whole thing like a ring.
A temple.
Yang Ji felt a chill in his heart and did not dare to be careless. He quickly restrained his breath and followed the crowd, walking quickly.
"You! Stop!"
Suddenly, a burst of loud thunder exploded in the ears. Right at the door of the temple, two barbarians who looked like Dharma Protectors stood at the door. One of them had sharp eyes, pointed at Yang Ji with one finger, and suddenly said sharply, "Speak out."
Yes, it is actually the language of the Han people.
"Oops! Got discovered!"
Yang Ji's face changed drastically, and his heart was filled with tension. The eyes of a strong man at the eighth level of martial arts were like burning fire, even though he was a barbarian. Yang Ji did not expect that he would be discovered before he even got close.
Hum, Yang Ji had a thought in his mind and was ready to fight these barbarian great martial arts sects. This is the hinterland of the Barbarian Spirit Sect. Once there is a fight, the Barbarian Spirit God may also intervene.
"What happened? You worshiped the gods and didn't even take incense?"
Just when Yang Ji was getting ready to fight, he heard the barbarian Great Wuzong blow out his breath, snorted coldly, stretched out his big hand, and stretched out a bunch of incense in front of Yang Ji.
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Yang Ji was stunned, and then he realized that it was not what he imagined. Everyone here had to worship after entering, and of course they brought incense. It was just that he was observing the surroundings, and he was careless and did not pay attention to these details at all.
"yes."
Yang Ji quickly responded with a "fearful" sound, took the letter incense, and quickly walked in.
Behind him, the Eight Great Martial Sect looked at Yang Ji's back and shook his head, saying to himself:
"These new believers are getting worse and worse. They even forgot to bring incense!"
The interior of the temple is quite large, as big as seven or eight houses, and is divided into a front hall and a back hall.
As soon as Yang Ji entered, he saw a mottled ancient altar standing in the temple. On the altar stood a huge statue of a god six to seven feet high.
The statue is quite old, with two heads and four arms, and bulging muscles, like rolling pythons, exuding a huge sense of power.
This was the first time for Yang Ji to see such a statue of a barbarian-Han fusion style.
The bronze battle robe on its body is obviously that of a human being, but its rough and savage appearance, green face and fangs, giant copper bell-like eyes, and the faint tattoos on its body are clearly the characteristics of the barbarians.
If you just look at the appearance, this actually looks like a barbarian god!
"In order to subdue these barbarians, this evil spirit has worked hard!"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
On the solemn altar, the divine power around the statue of the Barbarian God fluctuated, and an invisible and huge pressure spread into the void, making people feel a sense of insignificance and awe.
There are warriors from the barbarian tribe in the main hall. Each of them holds a halberd and has a breath like a storm. They are all the elites of this tribe.
According to Yang Ji's perception, there are at least ten martial arts masters at the seventh level of martial arts in this temple, and at least six great martial arts masters at the eighth level!
Such strength is more than enough to capture Cang Xu, even if it captures the stronger cities in the rear that are garrisoned by large armies.
Considering that barbarians are generally much stronger than human warriors of the same level due to their physical limitations, the Han court must mobilize at least seven "generals" to resist such an attack!
For the imperial court, mobilizing an army of this size in a non-war state is no small matter!
"Yang Ji, I'm afraid you are right. To deal with this Barbarian Spirit Cult, I'm afraid it's really not something you, the Cangxu Town Guard, can do."
Great Asura said worriedly.
Originally, he thought it was unnecessary for Yang Ji to come here, but after seeing the strength of the Barbarian Spirit Cult, the Great Asura now began to agree with Yang Ji's approach.
If Yang Ji wants to manage the border, the Barbarian Spirit Cult is definitely a huge threat. No matter how far Yang Ji manages the border, the Barbarian Spirit Cult can make Yang Ji lose all his previous efforts with just one attack.
"I feel that this matter cannot be solved by your strength. You'd better report it to the court and ask the court to send troops to solve it."
Dao of Great Asura.
"But have you ever thought about it. Once this happens, all our efforts will be in vain. My original application to be transferred to Cangxu City will be completely meaningless!"
Yang Ji was silent for a while and then said.
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