You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 508: Rescuing the Tribe's Travelers

The first fantasy world that Jiang Qiu's consciousness entered was in the dark night. In the deep demon tribe, the atmosphere of evil rituals permeated. Around the gloomy altar, there were magical instruments emitting strange lights. Their surfaces were engraved with ancient and complex runes, flashing with a faint blue light. The tribesmen wore black robes and skull masks. They put their hands together, and the low and harsh sound of the spell echoed in the air, forming an oppressive rhythm.

On the altar, a huge black bat spread its bloody wings, its eyes like burning coals, revealing its desire for blood. Surrounding the bat were captives tied to the four corners of the altar, their eyes filled with fear and despair, tears mixed with dirt, staining their clothes.

The wizard of the tribe stood in the center, with strange patterns on his face and a wand inlaid with a skull in his hand. He slowly raised the wand, and the spell reached its peak. Lightning flashed in the air, as if it was going to tear the night sky apart. The shriek of a bat broke the silence, and it flapped its wings and flew high, hovering over the altar, waiting for the upcoming bloody feast.

Under the dim moonlight, the wizard of the demon tribe sat quietly in a deep stone cave. His eyes seemed like the brightest stars in the night sky, deep and mysterious. The black pupils flashed with wisdom, as if they could see through all the secrets of the world. His eyes often seemed sharp, like a hawk hunting, but he was gentle and kind to the people of the tribe.

The wizard's eyebrows are thick and powerful, and the slightly raised eyebrows give people a firm and resolute impression. His nose is straight, which makes him look particularly strong. His thin lips are tightly closed, revealing a subtle wisdom. His fluffy long hair is casually scattered, like a waterfall in the night, deep and unpredictable.

Dressed in a robe decorated with animal skins and feathers, the wizard exudes a primitive and ancient atmosphere. The patterns on the robe are complex and mysterious, and seem to contain ancient power. In his hand, he holds a finely carved wand, with a glowing gem inlaid on the top.

The stone cave where the wizard was was burning with a weak fire, which danced in his deep eyes, depicting ever-changing patterns. Ancient totems were carved on the cave walls, and they seemed to be telling the secrets and power passed down from generation to generation by the wizard family.

Despite his rough appearance, the wizard's movements are extremely delicate and calm. His mastery of herbs and magic makes him highly respected in the tribe. Whenever a tribe member needs treatment or faces difficulties, they always come to the wizard's cave to seek guidance for wisdom and strength.

The wizard is not only the guardian of the demon tribe, but also a legendary prophet. His words are few but powerful, and every word seems to contain profound philosophy. On full moon nights, he often stands alone on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the sky, with stars and hope reflected in his eyes, bringing peace and hope to the entire tribe.

However, at this moment, he is the leader of the entire demon tribe and is about to organize a sacrifice.
Suddenly, the wizard's spell changed abruptly, from low to high, full of enthusiasm and wildness. He waved his wand, drawing sharp spells in the air. Those spells twisted and spread around like living things, causing the tribesmen around to tremble, as if they felt the trembling from the depths of their souls.

The captives under the altar wailed their last. They knew that their fate could not be changed. They would become part of the evil ritual and become victims of the demon power. The bat's screams became more and more rapid, its wings flapped violently, and the air was filled with the smell of death.

At this moment, a shrill roar suddenly came from outside the tribe, interrupting the process of the ceremony. The wizard's face changed, realizing that an uninvited guest had broken in. He turned around abruptly, pointing the magic wand in his hand to the outside world, ready to meet the upcoming challenge. The tribesmen also took off their masks, revealing their ferocious and excited faces. They were looking forward to the battle and the baptism of blood.

The autumn wind was bleak, the yellow leaves were fluttering, and a dusty man stepped into the tribe's territory. He was wearing a tattered cloak, and his steps were steady, revealing the fatigue of the journey. The wear and tear on the lapel of the cloak was particularly conspicuous, as if telling the hardships the owner had experienced. The man's face was carved with traces of time, and his temples were mixed with gray hair.

His eyes, as deep as the night sky, sparkle with an unyielding light. Despite being worn by wind and sand, those eyes still reveal determination and wisdom. Between his eyebrows, there seems to be an unspeakable story waiting to be told, and there is a subtle tenderness in his eyes under his sword-like eyebrows, like the afterglow of distant stars.

When his eyes fall on passers-by, he seems to be able to see into the secrets in everyone's heart. Despite this, his eyes are not aggressive, but make people feel inexplicably at ease. His nose is straight and the corners of his mouth are slightly drooping, forming a kind of indifference that makes him unapproachable, but upon closer inspection, the arc of his mouth corners seems to inadvertently reveal a hint of warmth.

But what was more was hatred, a hatred that burned with rage, and he shouted, "You bastards, you actually dared to sacrifice to the evil god. Today I will kill you all!"

On the battlefield, this traveler or warrior fought a life-and-death battle with the tribal demons. The demon leader wore a sacred magic leather cloak, his eyes were sharp and majestic, he looked down at the human warriors, and descended on the battlefield, like an almighty exiled immortal.

Facing the suppression of the demon tribe, the traveler felt the strong pressure from above, and his aura was lifted. He had a stronger sense of identity with his status and dignity, and resolutely issued a dignified threat.

On the battlefield, the environment instantly became tense and fierce. The movements of both sides were as fast and fierce as lightning, and every swing of the sword contained great power and determination.

The demon leader came threateningly, but was suppressed by the traveler with a sweeping punch, which made the demon lose the opportunity to attack. The human warriors dominated the battlefield, launching a fierce offensive like a father-in-law, but the large circle of tribal demons did not gain any benefits at all.

The two sides engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand fight. The sound of fists bursting resounded throughout the battlefield, tearing the tranquility of the battlefield like thunder. Every collision brought a strong shock, dimming the surrounding stars.

In the battle, the demon leader's body was branded with rare and precious patterns, shining with the radiance of the sun, emitting a clean and holy aura. He was the ancestor of the demon clan, the sun and moon origin of the entire race, the patriarch of Tao, the descendant of the original source of Yuanchu, and the strongest warrior of the tribe who had been given power by the wizard.

The traveler transformed into an infinitely powerful warrior, and his mighty power shook the mountains, seas, and the world. His power came from the stars in the universe, and controlled everything in the heavens. Every time he swung his weapon, he brought a vast aura that shook the entire battlefield. A large part of the huge tribe was destroyed in an instant, but the location of the altar was protected in the dark and remained motionless.

The demon tribe is not small, of course this is only compared to the wild land, but unfortunately it is very small on the battlefield.

The fight between the two sides was like a fight between heroes in the world, and every collision was the result of a contest among heroes. They used various magics and magic on the vast battlefield, and each change turned into a mysterious and incredible attack.

On the battlefield, creation and ending constantly alternate, and the ancient and the contemporary complement each other. In the battle, the demon leader and the traveler control each other's fate, and their fighting spirit burns like waves.

On one side there was an evil, murderous aura, while on the other side there was a righteous aura.

The demon leader has an ancient and powerful force flowing in his body, and every move he makes is derived from his ancient ancestors. The travelers show their courage and wisdom with the changes in the wind and clouds in an instant.

Both sides in the battle glowed with the spirit of ordinary demons, and every bit of soul and blood condensed infinite power. They displayed their unparalleled divine power, and each attack brought dangerous terror and fierceness. The fight between the two sides made people feel terrified, awed, and trembling all over. The sound of their fight resounded through the battlefield like thunder, resonating with the breath of the whole world.

The barren land was swept by wind and waves, and the houses of the tribe were being blown away like thatch, but the tribal wizard was still chanting spells and performing sacrificial ceremonies, completely unaware of the battle behind him, how his own tribal demon tribe members were dying, and the captives were still crying and wailing.

During the battle, the ground collapsed, the mountains collapsed, and the cracked land was covered with explosions, flames and blood. The powerful forces of both sides continued to burst out, and the sparks flying everywhere symbolized the power and destruction of the battle.

The traveler killed dozens of tribal monsters in succession, and the power of the monster leaders was suppressed at first and then increased. Their potential was constantly released in the battle. The power and wisdom they showed made people feel the strange and profound power.

The entire battlefield was in a state of vigorous and weak. The duel between the traveler and the demon leader was like a fierce shock. The figures of both sides were intertwined, forming a stunning picture.

Their movements were extremely fast, their strength was unmatched, they did not flinch, they pressed forward, their solid and immortal figures standing on the battlefield. Their fists and feet struck each other hard, sparking dazzling sparks and destroying everything.

During the battle, the morale of both sides was high, and the might of swallowing the world was overwhelming. The atmosphere of the battle was tense and fierce, and every attack brought fierce danger, which made people feel awe.

The demon leaders and travelers were all driven by their blood-stained faith. Their fists and feet resounded throughout the battlefield, bursting with mighty power and passion. Their voices resounded through the sky, imprinted on the entire battlefield, and resonated with the vast world.

The tribal demons believe in evil gods, and the traveler also has his own beliefs. He does not allow others to sacrifice lives to satisfy the illusory evil gods and gain power from them.

At the most intense moment of the battle, the demon leader's power increased dramatically, and his attack was terrifying. The traveler gritted his teeth, not afraid, and confronted him with a surging offensive. Their power seemed endless.

This battle became a legend in the wilderness. The duel between a lone traveler and the demon leader was a story of rise and rebirth in the wilderness. Their strength and skills were incredible, and every collision was like a battle between heaven and earth.

Finally, on the vast battlefield, the demon leader was severely injured by the traveler. He held his bloody fist and stared at the wizard who was still chanting the spell, with a murderous look on his face: "Stop!"

The traveler's belief made his strength surge, his might was unmatched, every attack destroyed the defense line of the demon leader and destroyed the enemy's defense, he was bound to finish the battle in a very short time.

Therefore, the entire battlefield was filled with a dangerous atmosphere, and every move made people feel terrified and shocked. Their power swept across the battlefield like a violent storm, and the oppressive atmosphere made people feel the piercing pain.

The battle between the demon leader and the traveler was the focus of the entire battlefield, and their confrontation could not be ignored. Their movements were swift and fierce, and every collision brought a huge impact.

The rest of the powerful demons also surrounded him, but basically none of them could be a match for the traveler. Only the leader could compete with him.

The outcome of the battle determined the outcome of the entire battlefield. The traveler ultimately defeated the powerful demon leader and intimidated the rest of the demons.

This battle was destined to be recorded in the wilderness, becoming the traveler's glory and memory. He used his own power to create a new story, to destroy a tribe that sacrificed to the evil god, and to leave his own mark.

Of course, the most crucial step is to kill the wizard who is chanting the spell!

boom--

With a punch, the traveler's figure turned into a storm, and in an instant pierced the chest of the wizard holding the magic wand. Blood bloomed like red spider lilies. All the wailing captives were shocked. They felt that their pain was being relieved, and the legendary man had kicked over everything on the altar.

He stood tall, like a poplar tree standing tall in the desert. No matter how the world changes, he always sticks to his beliefs. Although exhausted, he did not show any sign of decadence, but instead appeared more resilient in the wind and frost.

Nothing around him seemed to be able to shake his determination, even the blood and tragedy in the tribe were just passing clouds. He had a greater goal in mind, and every step he took was towards the holy land in his heart, even if the wind and sand grabbed his ankles, the road ahead was unknown, and the wilderness was vast.

The traveler glanced at the trapped captives, cut their ropes, and gave some instructions. He got some food from the demon tribe and set out on his journey again. His clothes fluttered in the wind and the smell of blood filled the air. "We have eliminated another tribe that believes in evil gods."

After watching all this, Jiang Qiu fell into deep thought.

There was no other reason, the traveler seemed to look a lot like himself.

(End of this chapter)