This is the territory of the Yaksha tribe. If you look around, I don't know how you entered this place, but if you want to get out, it's simply wishful thinking.
Even if I tell you about the blood massacre of the tribe, what can you do?
You humans are just the lowest among the dozens of slaves of our Yaksha tribe. You can’t move even an inch here!”
There was a sneer on the corner of the Yaksha clan's mouth. He seemed very calm and not afraid that Su Han would kill him.
"The answer is not what was asked."
Su Han smiled and waved his hand gently, and one of the opponent's flesh wings was broken off.
As a result, this Yaksha Clan Dharma Master was not afraid and still looked at Su Han sarcastically. His wound was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just ten breaths, new flesh wings appeared! "Among the Yaksha Clan's members,
, there is a great sage whose authority is immortality, and ordinary Yakshas like us can benefit from this.
Don't you know this?
Oh, yes, as far as I know, your human race only has one Saint, and you don’t know much about the authority of the Saint, right?"
The Dharma Minister of the Yaksha Clan sneered.
"You put it that way, I'm becoming more and more interested."
A smile appeared in Su Han's eyes.
Next, he conducted many experiments.
Cut off hands, feet, or even decapitate. Each time the opponent can cut off the limbs and regenerate. After decapitation, just reattach the head.
The newly born Yaksha tribe has this ability, and it will become stronger as their cultivation level increases.
The Dharma Minister of the Yaksha clan gradually became suspicious from the beginning, and in the end, his face turned pale.
The loss of limbs again and again slowed down his recovery. After about a hundred times, he finally couldn't help it anymore: "What do you want?"
"You don't look very good. It seems that the authority of your great sage will not make you truly immortal.
It's just that your resilience is stronger than ordinary people. Do you think if I dig out your brain and step on it, will you die?"
Su Han smiled.
Take your brain out?
Luo Fei's face changed in vain, and then he looked at Su Han with a strange expression: "It's really strange. When you human race strong men face us, the Yaksha clan, you are all respectful, for fear of angering me, etc., why do you show me no respect?
nothing?"
He could tell that the other party didn't seem to be bluffing him.
"You are my defeated general, why should I respect you?"
Su Han smiled lightly and said: "Are you going to answer my question?
If you don’t want to, I’ll kill you and catch another Yaksha clan member.”
"Okay, just ask. Everyone in the Earthly Immortal World knows about our Yaksha Clan's affairs, and there is nothing to hide."
Luo Fei compromised.
He didn't want to die at the hands of a human race. If this was reported back to the Blood Slaughter Tribe, it would be a shame for his family.
"You Yaksha clan, how many are the saints, the great sages, and the holy lords?"
Su Han said calmly.
"You still have to ask?"
Luo Fei looked at Su Han in surprise, and then asked these common sense questions one by one with a strange expression.
In the earthly immortal world, the saints, great saints, and saint masters of every race will not deliberately hide their identities.
If someone in the clan is promoted to a saint, they have to beat gongs and drums, notify all parties, and show off their muscles! After drinking tea, Su Han's understanding of the Yaksha clan has deepened.
There are thirty-two saints in total.
The four great saints.
Two Holy Lords.
In charge of the northern and southern territories respectively.
The Blood Slaughter Tribe is in the north and belongs to Holy Lord Hierro.
There are two more great saints and fifteen saints under Holy Lord Hierro! However, no matter what the Holy Lord's position is, whether he is hostile or not, as long as he is of the same clan, he will be affected by the authority held by a strong person above the saint.
This is called the luck of the clan! The Yasha clan has so many saints, great saints, and even two holy masters. From birth, their physical bodies, longevity, martial arts talents, martial arts fire, speed, and combat awareness have all
Far stronger than ordinary races! The health value can best reflect this. The top calamity method in the Yasha tribe has a life value that can exceed 130 points! Even Su Han, who possesses seven martial arts fire seeds, can still
It is the ninth grade, the supreme, and it is far from the top genius of the Yasha tribe! Like the Luo Fei from the Blood Slaughter Tribe in front of him, his talent is considered to be superior in the Blood Slaughter Tribe, but there are others who are stronger than him.
At the peak, the life value can reach 126 points! "How do the ghost clan compare with you?"
Su Han said with a strange expression.
"Slave race?"
Luo Fei was stunned for a moment, frowned and said: "The ghost tribe is also one of the common slave races in our Yaksha tribe. There are three thousand ghost tribe slaves in our Blood Slaughter tribe, and there are one hundred thousand human slaves among you.
In addition, the total number of slaves from all races can reach millions!"
There was a hint of invisible arrogance in his tone.
It's not that he specifically wants to show how powerful his Yasha clan is in front of Su Han, but that he has accumulated it over the years.
Even if you use a calm tone, you can't hide the arrogance in it.
"Then how does the True Dragon clan compare with you?"
Su Han said calmly.
At this moment, a deep fear flashed in Luo Fei's eyes, and he reluctantly said: "The foundation of the Yasha clan cannot be compared with that of the True Dragon clan. Their clan members bring their own dharma to them as soon as they are born...
"What level of martial arts do you Yaksha tribe possess when you are just born?"
Su Han said calmly.
"When we were born, we were King Yuan Nirvana!"
Luo Fei said proudly again.
Although they are far behind the True Dragon Clan, the newly born Yaksha Clan can possess the realm of the Yuan Nirvana Martial King and be proud of themselves in the Earthly Immortal World! Tens of thousands of tribes stand in the Earthly Immortal World, and not every race can compete with them.
Compared with the Yaksha tribe, most of them are the same as the human race, and even... there are some races whose background is weaker than the human race, let alone the saints, they may not even have the appearance of the Dharma.
This type of race is destined to become the slaves of other races and can only survive in the cracks.
"According to what you say, the human race in the immortal world is either the slave of your Yasha clan or the slave of other races?"
Su Han frowned.
Luo Fei's eyes flashed with a look of gloating, but he also explained patiently: "It depends on your luck. The Earthly Immortal World is vast. Even the Holy Lord can't say that he can visit every corner. Some humans can't in their lifetime."
Peep into the true face of the earthly fairy world.
If the strongest race in the place where you were born is your human race, then your human race can enslave other races.
Vice versa, your human race is scattered throughout the Earthly Immortal Realm, you can see it everywhere, and you can give birth to an heir in just one year. If not, your race might have been wiped out long ago.
Unlike our Yasha clan, each child has to be conceived for ten years, which is the embodiment of the strong bloodline."