76. White Bone Wraith Flag and Heavy Treasure

The average height of Totem Warriors is about two and a half meters.

Not to mention that with the blessings of totems and ancestors, their size has increased dramatically, and their average height has even reached three meters.

Such warrior monsters, running with all their feet and full firepower, are like heavy tanks launching a destructive charge, carrying an unrivaled momentum.

The terrifying momentum was like a strong wind blowing in the direction of Chen Mo.

Chen Mo was naturally safe and sound, but the humans of the Spear Tribe behind Chen Mo were all trembling with fear, and the two groups were fighting.

Even though they were originally brave and skilled warriors, their physical fear could not be transferred by will.

"Die!"

A totem warrior with a height of nearly three and a half meters ran the fastest and stood out from the crowd.

Rushing in front of Chen Mo, who seemed to be undefended, the orc raised his fist the size of a stone mill and punched out. The air exploded in an instant, making a crisp sound, as fast and powerful as a cannon being ejected from the barrel.

"Duang!"

It turned into the nourishment of the Bone Flag.

Sounds like morning bells and evening drums echoed on the battlefield.

He raised the totem in his hand high and prayed loudly. As he prayed, the totem emitted crazily red light to protect his whole body.

Within a moment, the white bone flags hundreds of meters in size suddenly came down.

He took the lead in playing a useless piece of music, and then his companions came to this chasm and joined in the incompetent performance.

Once you enter this white bone flag, you won't feel any difference at all. You will only feel top-heavy and upside down for an instant.

Every time I comb it, it's only a little bit, but it can't hold up to the thousands of bone spurs, which are almost endless.

They were falling crazily with a lot of resentment.

"Duang, Duang"

He couldn't understand everything he faced, and being ignorant, he didn't choose to give up.

When the white bones can be seen, the bone comb formed by bone spurs is finally no longer combed.

Countless resentful souls climbed on the souls of these orcs, gnawing at them. At this moment, the souls of these people could not even cry out, but could only sink with incomparable despair.

Soon all the totem power and ancestral power in these orcs were completely washed away.

In the face of the flag, there is a forest of bones, whistling ghosts, and gloomy air, as if the ghosts and demons are all within it.

When it flew out, it was originally just a small flag about an inch in size. When it flew into the air, the flag was hundreds of meters in size, and it could be said to cover the sky and the sun.

When these totem warriors saw the Bone Flag, they were immediately frightened by the huge and strange black flag.

"Roar!"

Every time you comb them, a little bit of the totem power and a little bit of ancestral power from these orcs will be removed.

The white sky suddenly made a rustling sound, like the rolling sand.

Just when they don't know what will happen next.

Soon he landed on the black earth at the bottom of the Bone Road.

Such a magnificent and huge magic weapon has never appeared in prehistoric society.

He was confident that his punch could split mountains and crack rocks. As long as it hit Chen Mo, Chen Mo would definitely be furious on the spot, and he would be the first to do it.

However, just when a smile was about to appear on his ferocious face, a light blue aura barrier appeared out of thin air in front of him, blocking his fist.

The Bone Resentment Flag flipped, and with Chen Mo's thoughts, it immediately flew out of the Soul Refining Flag.

It turns out that the world in this flag has shaped turbid air at the top and invisible pure air at the bottom.

So he continued to comb the skin and flesh of these orcs, still so unhurriedly, every time he combed, he would take away a trace of flesh and blood, no more, no less.

"I am really destined to be my magic weapon. I should join the White Bone Wraith Flag to help my magic weapon reach a higher level. Jie Jie Jie."

In the frightened eyes of these orcs, the white sky kept pressing down, revealing its true nature. It turned out to be tiny bone spurs, one on top of another, and endless bone spurs connected to form this

piece of sky.

He quickly withdrew his fist and then punched it out quickly. Not only his right hand, but also his left hand was swung out wildly.

No more, no less, just right.

Instead, they waited. After a while, these dense white bones started to crack. The next second, they turned into countless bone spurs and merged with the entire sky.

Soon all the flesh and blood was scraped away, leaving only the white bones.

The orc priest felt something was wrong when he was covered by the bone flag.

At first, these orcs only had red and ulcerated skin, and then these ulcers turned into erosions.

And when their flesh and blood were removed and their bones found a home, their souls finally left their bodies.

I can't stand this bone comb going over and over again, with endless combing motions.

As the sky pressed down, the bone spurs stood up like combs, and then they were gently combed on the orcs.

The sky is pulling on their bodies, and the ground is pulling on their souls. This makes them unable to go up or down. They can only move like insects sealed in amber.

Only when you fall into this black land can you see clearly what this black land is.

Everyone was stunned and forgot to escape, but escaping was in vain. It was impossible for them to escape from the scope of the Bone Flag in an instant.

This light blue aura barrier looked very thin visually, but such a thin barrier was like a natural chasm, isolating his fist from Chen Mo.

It was this move that made Chen Mo discover a valuable treasure.

To the senses of these orcs, this moment felt like heaven was falling.

In such a world, these totem warriors were immediately confused.

These orcs are protected by the power of totems and ancestors, but these protections are like decorations when faced with these bone spurs and bone combs.

A primordial god!

A primitive god with no background, no followers, and no backing.

In this world, the sky is white and the ground is dark.

However, the power of the foundation-building monks was vividly displayed at this moment. Faced with the siege of dozens of warriors whose strength was equal to that of the Qi-training monks, the aura barrier created by Chen Mo's soul flag did not move at all.

Seeing these orc warriors so lively and full of great spirituality, Chen Mo couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Now there are fresh souls falling among them, and all they can give these fresh souls is naturally endless torture and pain.

The whole process was countless times more painful than being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, which caused the souls of these orcs combined with their aura to breed a lot of resentment.

This turned out to be the accumulation of a large number of resentful souls. In this prehistoric world without reincarnation, the pain and despair of being unable to rest and reincarnation for many years have made them all completely crazy.

This is definitely the best training material Chen Mo has ever encountered, and it is not even one of the best.

Secretly swallowing, with this primitive god, Chen Mo could even refine a magical weapon that could absorb the power of incense.

Of course Chen Mo will not convert to Shintoism, but no matter whether it is a white cat or a black cat, it is a good cat if it can catch mice, and the magical uses of Shinto magic weapons are endless.

No matter what, this important treasure must be captured.
Chapter completed!