The roar echoed, and the crowd dispersed, until about an hour later, Yichen had a ferocious look, holding five heads, in mid-air, launched a blood sacrifice to all the tribesmen below.
After this blood sacrifice lasted for two days, Yichen waved away and took away all the supplies. Through the blood sacrifice, he kept his cultivation at the peak, and even showed signs of a breakthrough.
"If you kill tens of thousands more, I may be able to break through and become the late Nascent Soul! However, although this tribe does not know its name, it is very cruel. Four to five thousand people are actually clansmen with cultivation skills. It is estimated that all the ordinary people have been left in the original tribe by them, and they have survived." Yichenzi's eyes flashed, and when his right hand was raised, he took out a jade slip. The inside of the jade slip was a pair. The map, the map, introduces the entire northern part of West Desert in detail.
"Most of the five poisons should not be provoked, the same is true for most of Yanbing. Unless my cultivation is in the late Yuan Ying stage, otherwise, even if I can win, it will cost too much cultivation.
This damn Ziyu, if it weren't for me to be good at blood sacrifices, and have some fairyland, I am afraid that here, I would have exhausted aura and died. Yichenzi murmured a few words, licked his lips, and looked at the map of Yujian again.
"The Five Crow Gods? Most of the former Crow Gods, this time there should be someone from their tribe in the ruins bridge boundary. This tribe has just fought with the five poisons...
This is this tribe. Although I don’t know how many people are left, after all, it used to be a large part and could resist the attack of the Five Poison Ministry. There should be a lot of background information. The most important thing is the people in their tribe who went to the ruins and bridges. I'm not dead, and I should be back. Maybe I can harvest some more fairyland? "Yichenzi's eyes flickered, revealing a cruel glow, and his body flickered. When he was about to follow the map to the location of Wushen Wubu, he suddenly paused.
"There are people from the Wushen Fifth Tribe who go to the Ruins Bridge Realm. It shouldn't be the damn Thousand Knife Killer, right? I don't think I would be so unlucky." Yichenzi just thought about it, and smiled dumbly. Secretly Dao himself is really too suspicious. Twenty-three people, not counting himself, twenty-two people, scattered throughout the West Desert, the possibility of encountering each other is very slim.
Thinking of this, Yichenzi's eyes showed cruelty, and he shook his body and went straight to the distance. On the way, all the tribes he encountered would not remain, but all would be killed, and blood sacrifices all the way.
As a result, his cultivation base became higher and higher, making his character more cruel, especially after he felt that his cultivation base was about to break through, the slaughter of the dust became even more cruel.
His speed is getting faster and faster, and he is getting closer and closer to the area where the fifth part of the Black God is.
"I have smelled the breath of flesh and blood..." Yichenzi licked his lips, whizzing straight to the distance, and there was a mountain in front of him!
The mountain is bare, and there is a vast ocean beneath the mountain. Fortunately, the area is not large. It is not so much a vast ocean, but a big lake.
In the lake water, this mountain stands tall, and there are many sheds on the top of the mountain to block the rain. This is the Wushen tribe. It has been five months since Meng Hao left.
More than two thousand people are still there at the moment, only over one thousand people, there are hundreds of people, in these five months, one by one wiped out their vitality, in the funeral songs and cry of the people, they were buried in the mountain. But everyone knows that maybe it won’t be long before this place... will become the bottom of the sea.
On the mountain peaks, every day there are special tribesmen who go down the mountain to measure the range of the rising sea water in order to calculate the time left for them.
"Yesterday to today, I have risen by two feet... and the thorn cane is on the bottom of the lake. I see it struggling..." In the shed, the clan father of the Uzbek had gray hair, haggard face, and his body was as thin as wood. , Sitting there silently, looking at the distant world, like an eternal purple rain, speaking by his side is the Great Elder of Wuanbu.
He spoke bitterly, in a low voice, as if he didn't want more people to hear it.
"Five months, Lord Ancestor, may have left here... The power of the thorns and canes quickly dissipated..."
"Are you gone... That's okay, but he said it will bring us back hope." The clan father of the Wubing tribe spoke hoarsely, his eyes waning.
"Hope..." The elder of Wuanbu was even more bitter. He turned his head and glanced at the people in the shed behind him, watching them one by one in silence, full of gloom, the pair that opened, but was indistinguishable from closing. Eyes, there are skinny bodies.
There is no hope for them.
With the thinning of heaven and earth's spiritual energy, as the purple rain becomes bigger and bigger, the vitality is extinct, making it difficult for ordinary people to survive. Even for monks, their cultivation base is almost withered at this moment, and the realm is difficult to maintain.
"He will come back." The clan father of the Wubing tribe spoke softly, his voice is not high, but with a certain persistence, he believed Meng Hao's words before he left, he believed that Meng Hao would definitely come back.
The great elder of the Wu'an tribe sighed slightly, just about to say something, his expression suddenly changed, and he raised his head in an instant. Almost the moment he raised his head, the clan father of the Wuan tribe, the old man with long hair, also raised his head in an instant. The head, the originally withered body, seemed to regain the cultivation base at this moment, and the dim eyes showed an aggressive spirit for a moment.
Not only are the two of them like this, behind them, there are also two of them. They also burst out in an instant, showing a threat, looking towards the sky.
In the past five months, they have been vigilant all the time, with strong vigilance for all who came here. Fortunately, in the past five months, only three groups of people have appeared, and two of them were blocked by thorn canes. With the passage of time, the thorns and vines gradually weakened, until the last time they sank to the bottom of the lake and disappeared.
It was also during that time that the third group of people who passed by came and started a short fight with the Wushen tribe. In that battle, the Wubing tribesmen worked hard to spend their cultivation base and beheaded the opponent's Yuan Ying. After the strong, deter all parties, and this is the end of the war.
After all, under this catastrophe, there is no difference between losing both sides and death.
Right now, it is the fourth group of people who have arrived in the past five months. Although there is only one person this time, in today's environment, being alone is even more dangerous!
Especially the Changhong, which was transformed into a human figure, was earth-shaking, vigorously roaring, and the loud noise reverberated, and the sound storm spread, revealing the peak of the middle Yuanying period, infinitely close to the majestic cultivation base of the late Yuanying period.
This cultivation base, the moment he was felt by the Wubing tribe's father, his expression completely changed, and the great elder of the Wuan tribe beside him was even more shocked.
The two people behind were also ashamed in an instant.
To engrave the power of the Wushen Tribe, if the opponent has it, then even if the Wushen Five Tribes are all together, it can't be stopped.
Yichenzi frowned when he saw the mountain peak where the Wushen Five Branches were, and saw more than a thousand people on this mountain peak.
"Why is there such a small number of people?" Yichenzi snorted coldly. There are few people here, which makes him feel that it is not worth it to come here. At this moment, he walked straight to the mountain.
"Although there are few people, you can't waste it." Yichenzi's eyes flashed cruelly. As soon as he approached, his right hand suddenly lifted, and he pointed forward.
Under this finger, a wave of ripples suddenly reverberated, turning into a black foggy hand, rolling the fog, toward the mountain peak, and blasted away.
Seeing that the misty fingers were about to fall, the clan father of the Wubing tribe swiftly stepped away, so fast that he was in the air in an instant, raised his right hand and waved forward, with a low growl, and suddenly burst out on the skinny old man. An extremely sharp totem power.
The metallic totem, instantly overwhelming, went straight to the foggy hand.
With a bang, the misty hand collapsed, the Wubing tribe father spouted blood, his body retreated, and he returned directly to the mountain, he spurted blood again, his body was immediately wilted, his aura was almost exhausted, and all the Wushen tribesmen behind him, They all stood up one after another, showing despair.
"Don't say that your cultivation is withered now, even if your cultivation is as usual, it is not difficult to kill you! But a large part of the black god, just so capable? Where is your totem saint ancestor, and your tribal magic weapon? , It is really weak and vulnerable. There is no need for such a tribe to exist. Instead of dying in the catastrophe, it is better to die under my blood sacrifice and become a part of my cultivation base." Yichenzi spoke proudly to the tribe’s totem saint Ancestor, he has a special method to fight against, and this is also where he lies in the West Desert, annihilating the tribe and destroying the tribe.
"After Master Saint Ancestor comes back, you will definitely not let you go. If you dare to attack my Wu Shen Bu, you must do well to bear the price of Master Saint Ancestor's anger!!" Wu Chen was also in the crowd, shaking his body at this moment, and said sharply .
When his voice came out, the Crow God tribesmen around him immediately ignited hope in their eyes.
"Master Saint Ancestor will definitely come back!"
"Master Saint Ancestor will return with hope!!"
"Master Saint Ancestor is back? It seems that you are a tribe abandoned by the Totem Saint Ancestors. Even if your Master Saint Ancestor returns, I will seal it up so that it can see you being sacrificed in blood." Hearing this, Zi smiled contemptuously, and raised his right hand with another wave.
This time, as the ripples spread rapidly, four pieces of pitch-black mist formed four big hands, like a black dragon in the air, with murderous intent in the whistling, and went straight to Wushen Mountain.
At the moment when the people of the Crow God tribe were desperate, at the moment when these four big hands whizzed out, in the sea below the top of the mountain, suddenly, four rattans whizzed out. The speed was so fast that they went straight to the four. The big hand left, even at this moment, a series of thorns, in an instant, quickly spread from the mountain peak, directly surrounding the surroundings.
However, on these thorns, on the cane, there is fatigue and weakness, it is very obvious.
It was also at this time, eight hundred miles away from the mountain peak of the Wushen tribe, on a rushing river, nothingness suddenly twisted, like a tear, spreading out fiercely, forming a ruins.
From then on, a figure stepped out of the cave, a cyan gown, long hair wagging, and a handsome face, with a touch of glamour, it was... Meng Hao!
The process of returning is different from when it was gone, like a long-distance teleportation, so there will be deviations. Generally speaking, it is within a thousand miles of the left position.
Meng Hao rubbed his eyebrows, glanced around, and determined his position, the spiritual sense also dispersed, but at the moment his spiritual sense was released, Meng Hao felt the cane, and through the cane, immediately In my mind, a picture of the Wushen tribe appeared at the moment.
Meng Hao's eyes instantly revealed an unspeakable horrible coldness, and his voice was like a frosty wind. The cultivation base spread out, causing the purple rain that fell around him to freeze for a lot of moments!
"Small dust!"