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    Katsuya didn't know that he still had the courage to stand, and he was secretly glad that he had no control just now.  What Yang Zheng showed was an amazing stunt that these uncivilized barbarians had never seen before. It was so similar to the legendary gods and demons mentioned by the great witch.  When Yang Zhengfei landed on the ground, he was frightened and worshiped by these people. He felt that he was a bit like a demagogue. He immediately thought that he had done more "magic" activities in the North and South Continent than he did now. He knew in his heart that in this world, you must  It would be foolish to talk to them about science and reason, which is far less powerful and convenient than the power of superstition.  He didn¡¯t explain, he just asked these homeless people to take them into the oasis.  The leader of the Mu tribe, Mu You¡¯s father Mutulu, came out. Of course he had received the report from his tribe and did not dare to neglect it again.  There are two worlds in the oasis and outside the oasis. Green plants are everywhere, tents can be seen from time to time, and desert nomads are looking at Yang Zheng and the others from a distance.  Most of their clothes are still very simple. Children usually run naked, and their skin is darkened by the vicious desert sun. Desert people look old in the wind and sand all day long. Mu You's father is only in his forties at most.  But the ridges on his face are just like those of an old man in his sixties or seventies, but his body is still quite strong.  Yang Zheng¡¯s gaze penetrated people¡¯s hearts and he directly told Mutulu his intention.  When Mutulu saw this kind of "demon magic" for the first time, he looked horrified, and his reaction was even more intense than his daughter's. He fell to his knees with a plop.  As soon as the clan leader knelt down, everyone else knelt down.  Mutulu shouted the indigenous language like a slogan.  They kept worshiping, and under his leadership, thousands of people made that sound.  Yang Zheng didn't understand, so he pulled Mu You and asked her what she meant. Mu You said, "Father, they all said that you are a desert god. I offended you by begging for forgiveness." Yang Zheng touched his chin and looked at these desert nomads filled with emotion.  With awe-inspiring eyes and a moment of silence, he asked Mu You to convey his will: "Tell your father. I am not a god, I am the spokesman of the gods in the mortal world." Mu You spoke Yang Zheng's words, and Mutulu and the others were convinced.  No doubt, no matter it is a god or the spokesperson of a god.  To them they cannot be offended at all.  Mutulu respectfully invited Yang Zheng and his entourage to enter the only large house made of wood in this oasis. This house was originally the residence of the clan leader, and now of course it will be given to distinguished guests.  Yang Zheng was tired after so many days and walked in the desert for a long time.  What I want to do most now is to take a bath, and I am not polite to these desert people. I ask them to prepare bath water and take a nice bath.  He walked out the door.  I saw Di Muyou who had been waiting there for a long time.  Mu You has also been washed and put on new clothes, with the wind and sand blowing away from his yellow face.  Revealing a pile of long, oily hair.  Her strong and graceful figure is looming under her new robe.  Yang Zhengneng saw at a glance that the other party had no other clothes except a robe, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved.  Such a unique desert beauty is indeed rare.  As soon as he saw Yang Zheng, Mu You knelt down. Desert people were particularly enthusiastic about worshiping gods.  Yang Zheng quickly grabbed her and said, "I don't like people kneeling down. Don't kneel down when you see me in the future." Mu You lowered his head and whispered, "Yes." After a pause, You said, "My father is already ready.  After the food is ready, he said he will treat you when the adults come out. " Yang Zheng waited for Zi Xin to come out with Michelle, and then followed Mu You out. After leaving the wooden house, there was no one outside, but Yang Zheng could feel the people nearby.  There were people in those tents peeping out through the cracks in the doors, showing the homeless people's suspicion and fear of him. After all, there were not only gods but also demons who could have such amazing abilities. They were not sure whether Yang Zheng was a god or a demon.  We arrived at a clean oasis. There was a spring with a pool of water, which looked particularly peaceful.  Dozens of people had been standing around waiting to see, Mutulu was the leader. Just by looking at their attire, it was clear that they were the leaders of this ethnic group. When they saw Yang Zheng coming, they stood up and saluted.  Yang Zheng wanted to be a magic stick. He just nodded slightly. After washing himself, he put on a brand new robe. He had been in a high position for a long time and had a sense of majesty. In the eyes of desert people, he was even more awe-inspiring.  After receiving Yang Zheng¡¯s promise, they all sat down. As soon as they sat down, Yang Zheng¡¯s face turned slightly blue.  The desert is very barren, but such a large tribe can still scrape together a lot of food. All kinds of meat are piled up like hills. However, what is on Yang Zheng's table are cow heads, sheep heads, pig heads, etc.  The desert people dedicated what they considered the best and most noble things to Yang Zheng.  "But facing the wide-eyed animal heads, Yang Zheng really couldn't eat.  Fortunately, he didn¡¯t have any need to eat. He just drank wine and let Zi Xin take care of Michelle. This little girlAlthough she didn't like this kind of occasion, she sat there for a while and then took Zi Xin around.  After eating and drinking for a while, suddenly the crowd moved.  Yang Zheng was always served by Mu You. He raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?" Mu You whispered, "The great witch is here." In the past two days, Yang Zheng probably learned about it from Mu You's mouth.  Some desert style, the sandy area is vast, even larger than the combined area of ??the three major kingdoms of Cang Yue, Wei Rong, and Liu Yun. However, this place is too barren to have a country. There are large and small people living on this land.  There are hundreds of tribes, most of which only have a few hundred or thousands of people. Like the Mu tribe, which has a total number of tens of thousands, it is already a very large ethnic group. There are not many such ethnic groups, about a dozen, occupying the most fertile oasis in the entire sand region.  The desert people are not without faith. Precisely because their land is barren and the climate has a great impact on them, the desert people's belief in gods is even more fanatical.  Wizards are the most mysterious group in the entire sandy area. Legend has it that they can communicate with the gods, and the mysterious Witch Temple is the temple in the hearts of all desert people. Every major ethnic group has wizards from the Witch Temple. These people  Respected as "Great Witches" by the desert people, they are the soul of each ethnic group and guide the direction of the ethnic group's survival.  It must be said that they have some abilities, they can predict the weather, observe the stars at night, and even exorcise demons and cure people, so every ethnic group respects the great witch very much.  The Mu tribe is a large tribe in the desert, and naturally there is a great witch in charge. Even Mu You was chosen as a sacrifice because of the prophecy of the great witch, because a flaming eye suddenly appeared in the oasis where the Mu tribe relied for survival, threatening the ecology of the entire oasis.  , the great witch believed that a pure virgin could appease the God of Fire, which led to everything that happened later.  Although Mu You wanted to escape from the sand, her words were still full of respect for the great witch who indirectly caused her to almost die, which shows the status of the great witch in the hearts of the desert people.  Yang Zheng sat there, watching with cold eyes an old man wearing a linen robe walking from a distance. The old man was leaning on a wooden stick carved from tree roots, his waist was hunched, and his gray hair was combed into seven or eight small braids.  At the back of his head, his face was that of a typical desert person, with crisscrossed ravines and dark skin, but his eyes were extremely deep, as if shrouded in a cloud of smoke.  All the desert people present, including Mutulu, stood up to greet him.  Yang Zheng took the towel and wiped his hands without standing up.  The great witch walked to this flat land, and his eyes passed over Mutulu and the others without stopping. On Yang Zheng, a faint light suddenly burst out in his eyes.  Outsiders could not detect it. Only Yang Zheng could feel the temptation of the great witch, and his expression changed.  Of course, it's not that the great witch is so powerful, but that the great witch's method is actually psychic. Although it is very low-level, for Yang Zheng, this is nothing more than a bomb, because the psychic was taught to him by Scarlett, and this  Sect magic is not something that ordinary people can learn, so even if the psychic technique performed by the great witch is humble, it is enough to shock Yang Zheng.  His mental power naturally counterattacked after encountering the psychic surgery. Two balls of purple ghost fire floated up in Yang Zheng's eye sockets. Compared with the smoke-like eye sockets of the great witch, Yang Zheng's eye sockets seemed to be on fire. Even outsiders like Mutulu could  Feeling it, they all knelt down in shock.  The great witch let out a scream. Compared with Yang Zheng, his spiritual power was vastly different.  Almost in an instant, Yang Zheng's mental energy counterattacked, locking up the great witch's entire nerves. If Yang Zheng hadn't been merciful, this one blow would have been enough to make the great witch's head burst like a watermelon.  Yang Zheng stretched out one hand, and the big witch flew into the air and was sucked in. Yang Zheng grabbed his head.  Everyone who saw this scene fell limp to the ground and trembled. Yang Zheng's image at this time was too terrifying. His eyes were burning with purple fire, covering the entire eye socket. His hair was swaying in the wind, and the spirit in the hearts of the desert people was  The wizard was as helpless as a chicken with its claws bound in his hands, and everyone was afraid of offending this demon.  Yang Zheng was not in the mood to pay attention to this at this time. He was shocked by the facts before him, so he decided to use advanced psychic soul-searching techniques to directly capture the information in the great witch's mind.  In just over ten seconds, the information in the big witch's mind was copied to Yang Zheng's head. He put the big witch down on the ground. At this time, the big witch had already lost consciousness and huddled there, breaking out in cold sweat. However, it was just mental power.  It was a sign of weakness, but Yang Zheng had no intention of killing him.  He was recalling the information he got from the great witch.  It¡¯s really interesting to find that wizards like the Great Witch all come from the mysterious witch temple, where they learned these crude spells and were then sent to various tribes throughout the sand area. They became the spiritual guides in the hearts of the desert people.  On the other hand, they have actually mentally controlled all the desert ethnic groups.  And all this,It was obviously the work of that witch temple, and that witch temple seemed to be connected with the legendary temple.
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