"elder brother!"
Luo Caiyi trotted out and when she saw this situation, she immediately exclaimed and then begged: "Senior, please save my brother."
"Don't worry! With me here, he can't die even if he wants to."
Wutan patted his chest, flipped his hand, and a bottle of monkey wine appeared. He threw it directly to Luo Caiyi and told her to feed it.
The monkey wine was full of spiritual power and amazing vitality. It was a wine that could cure mental injuries. Within half an hour, Luo Qiang woke up from his coma, and a hint of blood appeared on his pale face.
The first thing he did when he woke up was to look at Wu Tian and force a smile: "Senior, I have already broken through to the Perfection Stage and killed a Hundred Dynasties Initial Formation Stage monster. You can't go back on your promise to me!"
As he spoke, he reached for the mustard bag, and suddenly a ferocious beast appeared. It was about three meters long and shaped like a lion, but it had no breathing and no heartbeat, and was obviously already dead.
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Qiang fell into coma again, which shocked Luo Caiyi who was standing beside him.
Wutan frowned and ordered: "Help him go in to rest, and feed him monkey wine every hour. After a few days, his injuries will be healed."
"Xiao Wutan, this kid has completely disregarded his life in order to become your disciple. What are you still considering?" Xiao Wuhao wondered.
After thinking for a while, Wutan smiled and said, "I am quite satisfied with Luo Qiang. However, after finishing things here, I will go to look for Tianyin Fruit. Will it be inconvenient to take him with me then?"
"This is easy to solve. First, let him sign a soul contract, then observe for a period of time. If he is indeed loyal to you, then you can cancel the contract."
After pondering for a moment, Wutan nodded. This was the best way at the moment. As for whether Luo Qiang agreed or not, it was up to him.
Suddenly, his eyes focused and he looked outside the courtyard gate, only to see an old man walking slowly towards him, staggering and trembling, as if he would fall down if the wind blew. This appearance would really make people who didn't know the truth break out in a cold sweat.
This person is none other than Luo Ou.
Wutan grinned and said, "Damn it, old thing, stop pretending in front of me, okay? Looking at the look on your face, I want to kick you."
"Shh!"
Luo Ou's face changed and he quickly made a gesture to keep quiet. Then he avoided Wutan's figure and looked into the room. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Luo Qiang and his sister were not there.
Wutan pursed his lips and said, "Old thing, what do you want from me?"
"Could you please be more merciful with your words, sir?"
Luo Ou said this first, then he came close to Wutan and whispered: "The clan leader asked me to inform you that the plan to annihilate the Tianyang Sect will begin tomorrow morning."
"Okay then, go tell Luo Chengyou that I'll go find him tomorrow morning."
"In that case, I'll take my leave first," Luo Ou bowed, and when he turned around, he saw the ferocious beast on the ground and was stunned. He asked in confusion: "Why did you leave a ferocious beast here?"
Wu Tian said without any worry: "It was not me who released him, it was Luo Qiang who killed him."
"What? Are you saying that the ferocious beast was killed by the young master?" Old Ou was shocked and seriously doubted whether he had heard it wrong.
"You heard me right, you keep talking nonsense, get out of here now, or I'll kill you," Wutan said angrily.
"Yes Yes!"
Old Ou nodded hurriedly, then left tremblingly, but the shock in his eyes lingered for a long time. He knew the young master's strength better than anyone else, but he was only in the great success stage of expanding his meridians. Even the monsters of the same level could not match him in the past.
And at this moment, he was able to kill a ferocious beast in the early stage of Baichao. This was a huge accident and an exciting surprise.
"We must report this to the tribe leader as soon as possible. This person was able to raise the young master's strength to such a terrifying level in just ten days. He must have extraordinary means. If we can keep him in the tribe, within ten years, the Nanshan tribe will reach unprecedented heights, and even dominating the fifth heaven is not a dream..."
As he thought about it, Luo Ou's pace gradually quickened, and finally he turned into a trailing shadow and rushed towards the patriarch's hall.
"Luo Ou! Stop daydreaming. According to my inference, this person is most likely from the ancestral land. Only those few people a thousand years ago knew about the existence of the purple gold divine iron. I guess he may have been ordered by one of them to take the divine iron. Do you think such a person would stay here?"
When Luo Ou reported the matter to Luo Chengyou and expressed his thoughts, he only got this reply in the end.
Time is like sand through your fingers, and a day passes quickly.
The next day, Wutan got up very early and stood in front of the window in a daze for a long time. For some reason, he had a premonition that the annihilation of the Tianyang tribe would not be smooth this time.
"Alas! When enemies come, we must fight them; when water comes, we must block it with earth. We can only act according to circumstances," sighed Wutan, walked out of the room, gave Luo Caiyi a few instructions, then turned into a stream of light and flew towards the hall where Luo Chengyou was.
When Wutan arrived at the hall, it was already filled with figures, about fifty people, both men and women, all dressed in black robes, standing neatly in front of Luo Chengyou, their eyes were sharp, and each of them exuded endless murderous aura.
Luo Ou stood beside Luo Chengyou, his body straight, he looked energetic and solemn. His previously cloudy eyes were now shining with a gleam of light, which was quite intimidating.
"A good force," Wutan nodded.
It goes without saying that these people are the result of the two men’s ten years of preparation. Most of them are in the initial stage of the Hundred Dynasties, and a small number are in the small and great stages.
whoosh!
Wu Tian flashed and appeared in front of a chair. He didn't know what politeness meant and sat down on it. "Luo Chengyou, forget about the pre-war declaration and introduction. Let's go!"
Looking at the reactions of the crowd, Wutan nodded slightly again. The psychological quality of this group of people was quite good. A stranger suddenly appeared and called the patriarch's name directly. If it were someone else, they would definitely have a lot of discussions or be furious.
However, these people were indifferent, as if they had not heard anything, and their eyes were still on Luo Chengyou.
Luo Chengyou nodded and said loudly to everyone: "I won't say much, I just hope that everyone can protect their lives. Let's set off now."
"Yes!" Fifty people shouted together, with a mighty sound that pierced through the sky, and then turned into black rays of light, swept out of the hall, and quickly disappeared into the sky.
"Someone come here!" Luo Chengyou shouted to the outside of the door.
"I'm here!" Several guards came in one after another, kneeling on the ground, extremely respectful.
"Immediately capture the eldest lady, her mother and her son, and lock them up in a secret room. Keep them under strict guard. If anything goes wrong, you know the consequences."
"yes!"
After a few people left, Wutan and the other two soared into the sky and flew towards the Tianyang tribe.
The Nanshan tribe was about 30,000 miles away from the Tianyang tribe. Fortunately, everyone could fly, which saved them a lot of trouble. However, it still took them more than ten hours to get there. It was only three o'clock in the morning when they arrived. It was still dark at this time and most people were still asleep.
In front of me is a big city, which is even bigger than the Nanshan tribe. The city gates are closed and it is quiet inside.
In front of the city gate, fifty men in black robes stood upright to avoid alerting the people of the Tianyang tribe. They restrained their aura, but the hostility and murderous intent in their eyes could not be concealed at all.
"Brothers, let's carry out the assassination first, but remember one thing, our target is only the high-ranking figures of the Tianyang tribe. Do not kill other people in the city, especially women and children. Let's go!"
After Luo Chengyou finished his instructions, fifty men in black spread their wings and transformed into a golden rain of light, shooting towards the Tianyang tribal headquarters, with Wutan and the other two following behind.
They were not only a group of vicious wolves, but also a group of deadly gods of death. They swooped down to various locations in the tribe and launched crazy assassinations. In less than a moment, hundreds of people in the Tianyang tribe died.
For the people of Nanshan tribe, this was a godsend, but for the people of Tianyang tribe, it was a nightmare. Everyone was fast asleep, completely unprepared, and without even a groan, they were taken away by the god of death and became ghosts.
"Enemy attack!"
The silent killing lasted only half a quarter of an hour before it was broken by a loud shout. Everyone was awakened from their sleep, with confusion and suspicion in their eyes fleeting. They quickly put on their clothes, picked up their weapons, and rushed out to kill.
But in just half a quarter of an hour, more than a thousand people died in the Tianyang tribe. The remaining ones were either very weak or extremely strong. The backbone forces were almost wiped out, forming a gap.
"It's the Nanshan tribe. Damn it! The Nanshan tribe is rebelling!"
"They dared to attack our Tianyang tribe. Kill all these bastards."
For a moment, the place was filled with vital energy and golden light illuminated the entire world.
As shouts exploded, dozens of figures soared into the sky, flapping their wings of light, looking down at the black-robed men who were frantically killing people below. Their faces were ashen, their hair was standing on end with anger, and they were filled with murderous intent!
"Brothers, kill!"
The leader shouted loudly, and dozens of figures shot in different directions like a meteor shower, looking for their opponents, and a fierce fight began.
This place was filled with blood, shouts of killing, and shrill screams. People were bleeding, seriously injured, and dying all the time...
Fifty men in black robes displayed powerful fighting power. Every move they made was a killing move and could take lives. Their movements were extremely strange and it was impossible to predict what they would do next. This was the result of ten years of special training. Countless souls had died as a result of it.
The dozens of people from the Tianyang tribe were also very ferocious, but the men in black robes did not engage in direct combat. When they saw someone coming to kill them, they fled to another location and began a ruthless massacre. The targets of the massacre were naturally those who were below the Hundred Dynasties period.
Originally, the Tianyang Tribe had more than a hundred repairers above the Hundred Dynasty stage, but most of them were assassinated without anyone noticing, resulting in the current overall strength being less than that of the Nanshan Tribe, and there was no time to stop it.
The sky was dark, but you could clearly see that the ground was red. It was blood flowing, with corpses and broken arms floating up and down. The smell of blood filled an area of ten miles and was still spreading.
Wutan stood in mid-air, his eyes flashing and his face quite solemn. This team could definitely be called the scythe of the god of death. Countless corpses would be left wherever they passed. If the Tianyang tribe had no other tricks, they would definitely be destroyed!
"Luo Chengyou, why are you doing this?"
Suddenly, an angry roar was heard, and three figures with wings of light on their backs quickly rushed into the sky, level with Wutan and the other two, maintaining a distance of a hundred feet.
(End of this chapter)