He is the senior fellow leader of the White Feather Sect this time, and he is also feeling very complicated at this moment.
As a practicing sect with bow and arrow as its heritage, although it is very strong, it has never been recognized.
The mainstream thought in the spiritual practice world is that if a practitioner does not practice magic, how can he be regarded as a practitioner?
Baiyu Sect is such a weird sect.
They also practice magic, but magic is for bows and arrows, so it is not surprising that they are excluded.
But Laizhou practitioners have to admit that Baiyu Sect is the strongest among the third-rate sects.
The White Feather Sect is said to have an extremely ancient inheritance, spanning tens of thousands of years, and it was once a major sect of spiritual practice.
Even the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, which used to dominate the world, recognized the strength of the White Feather Sect.
Although it has declined now, every Baiyu Sect disciple still has his own pride in his heart.
The Talisman Master will surely rise after today.
At this time, Wang Changzheng was thinking about where his sect's hope for future growth lies.
Zhang Ke looked at the White Feather Sect disciples with some curiosity.
Their attire is very strange, with tight clothes and arrow sleeves, and gray and black cloaks behind them.
They were all wearing a kind of short boots with a weird pattern embroidered with gold and silver silk thread.
There is a quiver on the back and various long and short bows in the hands.
The most peculiar thing is that each person has a gold hoop on his forehead and a white feather stuck in the back of his head.
Wang Changzheng led hundreds of fellow disciples to the edge of the city wall and stamped his feet on the ground.
"Buzz!"
Hundreds of figures suddenly disappeared on the city wall.
All the practitioners who saw this scene were shocked.
When I looked carefully, I realized that they didn't know what spell they used to enter the mist formation.
Zhang Ke's heart moved, he turned his palm, and the Rubik's Cube appeared in his hand.
With a tap of your fingertips, the Rubik's Cube collapses and turns into a three-dimensional image, exactly like the scene in the mist array.
Zhang Ke moved his fingers to control the image, pointing out more than a dozen passages for Wang Changzheng and others.
Wang Changzheng felt the change immediately, although the White Feather Sect had its own way of walking through the fog formation.
But he understood Zhang Ke's kindness immediately and walked along the passage that appeared in front of him.
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Tucker is still at a loss. As a young tribal leader, this is his first time fighting alone.
With the help of the maternal power, he obtained thousands of elite beast-like soldiers.
I thought I could shine and come out on top in this battle of the Great Rift Valley.
Unexpectedly, the perfect plan went wrong somewhere, leading to the current situation.
He couldn't imagine how he would explain to his mother the deaths of thousands of animaloids when he returned to his own world.
Now that we have no way to advance or retreat, we can only hope that the "wise men" can think of a way to break the situation as soon as possible.
While he was thinking, suddenly a warning sign appeared in his heart, and he raised his right hand almost instinctively.
"Zheng!"
There was a crisp sound, his right hand shook, and the long knife knocked away an arrow that was shot silently.
Then, I was shocked.
"Puff puff!"
I could only hear the sound of arrows piercing my body, but not a scream.
"Defense!" (Alien)
He shouted suddenly and turned around to see a gust of cold air rising from his back.
There were dozens of beast-shaped people around him who had just been killed by bows and arrows, all of them hit in the vital parts of the face.
Because they died on the spot, not a single beastman made a sound.
It's not scary to be shot. What's scary is that the arrows shot are silent.
"It was shot out of that weird mist!" (Alien)
Some tribesmen pointed at the mist formation and shouted.
The gray-black mist rolled in the fog formation, as if something terrible was hidden inside.
Tucker's heart sank and he shouted: "Defense!" (Alien language)
"Uh-huh!" (Alien)
"Kakakaka!"
At the command, the armored beastman responded loudly, then shrank inward and moved closer.
Shields were erected, covering all the beast-shaped people from all directions.
The sharp tips of the spears emerged from the gaps between the shields.
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An arrow penetrated silently from the crack of a shield.
There was a muffled groan, and it was obvious that a beast-shaped man was injured.
"Crack!"
The shields swayed, stacked against each other, and came closer together.
Tucker felt extremely aggrieved. Most of the people he brought with him this time were armored beast-shaped men, who were good at frontal breakthroughs and attacking difficulties.
The beastmen in the queue who are good at long-range attacks are all in the follow-up team.
At this time, there is nothing that can be done to the practitioners.
Zhang Ke saw the beast-shaped people gathered together, smiled coldly, and put away the Rubik's Cube with his backhand.
"Fellow Daoist Luan! What a God-given opportunity!"
Luan Changsen was also overjoyed. He didn't expect the beast-shaped people to gather together.
The opportunity is fleeting, and no one waits for it. He said sternly: "All conjurers are ready!"
More than three hundred curse mages appeared on the city wall, and all the nodes on their bodies appeared.
The vitality of the heaven and earth above my head changes, gathering into a cloud that looks like a fire.
Obviously, Luan Changsen was preparing to attack again with fire spells.
Tucker and the others don't have an old beastman guarding them with a blue halo.
The practitioner's behavior was obvious. Tucker could see it clearly, and the elderly beast-shaped man could also see it.
"Alas!" The old beast-shaped man sighed, there was only one last resort!
The giant wolf under the seat stopped and climbed down tremblingly.
He ordered the beast-shaped man to pull over an adult white bull, with white fur all over its body without a trace of color.
Take off the golden crown symbolizing the "wise man" on your head and hand it to the beast-shaped man next to you.
He handed the wooden stick in his hand to the four-armed mantis swordsman beside him.
He straightened his clothes.
He looked around and shouted hoarsely.
"There are tribesmen in front of you howling in the fire, your leader is fighting to the death!" (Alien language)
"The great gods are watching us!" (Alien)
"I will go to the kingdom of God with three hundred warriors to serve the gods!" (Alien language)
"Warriors! Please share the glory of this moment with me!" (Alien)
With just a few words, the primitive worship in the armored beast-shaped man's heart was mobilized.
He looked excited, raised his arms and shouted loudly!
"Uh-huh!" (Alien)
The next moment, the elderly beast-shaped men selected three hundred beast-shaped men to kneel on the ground and gather around them.
At the core are the elderly beast-like man and the tall white bull.
The old beastman slowly knelt down and took out a sharp knife.
Hold your hands above your head.
Praising the great gods in a strange, melodious tone.
"Great God of Mara, please listen to the prayers of loyal believers!"
"Here are the sacrifices of souls with pure faith. Please protect your believers from external harm!"
After a brief kneeling, the old beastman stood up.
I took one last look at this place that had caused countless deaths and injuries to my tribe for thousands of years.
He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to keep the last trace of nostalgia in the world in his heart.
"puff!"
A knife penetrated the backbone of the white cow and penetrated straight into the heart.
The white bull fell to his knees and died without saying a word.
He pulled out a sharp knife, the tip of which was stained with blood, and shouted loudly to the surroundings: "Warriors! Let us go to the Kingdom of God to serve the gods!"