This battle lasted for several hours, the Hengyu tribe's father fell, the high priest was destroyed in form and spirit, and the other five Yuanying monks died three deaths and two escaped.
Even if he escaped, he was quickly overtaken by Meng Hao and killed them all.
He had to kill, unless he chose to surrender, change his totem, believe in Meng Hao, and become an enslaved tribe of the Wushen tribe. Only in this way can he gain vitality. Otherwise, if he is softhearted and does not chase and kill those who fled, Meng Hao can imagine Obtained, the fact that one has a demon spirit will spread at a faster speed.
We must know that it is already difficult right now, and if someone takes the initiative to spread it, this migration will be even more difficult.
As for the people of the Hengyu tribe, from seven or eight thousand people to less than two thousand people, they finally chose to submit and become the slaves of the Wushen tribe.
There were sixty thousand strange monsters, and there were about fifty thousand remaining after the war. These strange monsters were overwhelmed and densely packed. Meng Hao was in the group of monsters, his hair was windless, and the bloody mask was bleeding evil. The whole person looked extremely strange.
A few days later, the Wushen tribe, which had grown to more than four thousand people, came to the mountain city of the Hengyu tribe. After refurbishing the place, it took away everything that could be taken away and moved forward.
Going south from this position and going all the way, you will get out of the northern part of West Desert, but it will take a long time.
The purple rain is getting bigger and bigger... This rain has the power of corrosion and extinction. As the rain increases, there are more and more lakes in many places on the ground. It seems that it will not be long before these lakes will Connect each other one by one, and then turn into the sea.
Time flies, and two years have passed. In the past two years, the Wushen tribe has continued to move forward from the north of the western desert to the south, crossing a large lake when encountering a large lake, and stepping away when encountering a mountain range. Along the way, they have encountered seven wars.
After these seven wars, the Crow God tribe has completely risen. The tribe has grown from four thousand to tens of thousands. There are only more than 1,000 people who belonged to the five Crow God tribes. The other monks are all here again and again. The captives in the war chose to submit to Wushen, believe in Meng Hao, and become slaves.
Their totem was forcibly changed, worshiped Meng Hao, obtained one of the four totems of gold, wood, fire, and earth, and called Meng Hao the holy ancestor.
And the monster group, also in these several battles, gradually increased, and now it has become about 80,000.
The Yuan Ying monks have also changed from three to seven. The remaining four people are all other tribes who choose to be submissive. For these submissive monks, joining the Wushen tribe is equivalent to possessing them. A chance to survive in the catastrophe.
Once the Wushen tribe goes to Motu, they can survive.
The demons roared, shaking the earth, making the Wushen tribe restored to the former glory of the Wushen five. Coupled with the annexation of the tribes and the supplement of materials, Meng Hao began to alchemy, and his elixir was sufficient. After copying the spirit stone, it became a must-have for the Wushen tribe.
It is precisely because of the existence of the medicine that these tens of thousands of cultivators can support in Ziyu until now. After all... Even if the resources of the Wushen Tribe are sufficient now, they still have not obtained a flying machine.
A wide range of flying magic weapons is expensive, not medium-sized tribes can have, only those large tribes have this level of magic weapons.
In addition to the desire for flying machines, Meng Hao's expression has become more and more gloomy over the past two years. He knows well that the entire northern part of Western Desert has been under the catastrophe for several years, so many tribes have already begun to migrate. In 2017, they only met seven tribes.
But as they continue to move forward, they will face more tribes after they leave the northern part of West Desert, and these tribes all have compasses. Once they see the demon spirit on the compass, it will cause a shocking madness. .
There is no solution to this, only to kill!
Meng Hao's eyes showed cold light. For two years, he himself hadn't noticed that he was completely accustomed to killing.
"If in the end the Wushen tribe still cannot go to Motu, I have done my best to be worthy of the Golden Crow and the good fortune that the Wushen tribe gave me." Meng Hao was silent. For the Wushen tribe, he has done his best, not saying that he did it. Extremely, it's almost the same.
In addition, in the past two years, Meng Hao has watched the purple rain getting bigger and bigger, and he has a vague feeling in his heart. Since the fire totem can be born without extinguishing the fire, and the earth totem can be framed by frost and soil, then the water totem... is it possible, Obtained from Ziyu!
After all, this purple rain is the power of catastrophe. This level of water attribute can exterminate vitality and isolate aura. It is extremely extraordinary. If you can master it, if you can turn it into your own water totem, then Meng Hao can not only The five elements are perfect, and each of the five elements is earth-shattering!
Jin, from the Golden Crow, is a pill demon born from an ancient pill. The world is rare!
Wood, the strong man of the Nine Seas, came from the Ninth Sea, descended into the southern sky and collapsed, his consciousness merged, and he wanted to regenerate and survive, leaving behind a tree, whose name is Aoki!
Fire, Dandong does not extinguish the fire, this fire is immortal, the world is eternal, and its origin is mysterious. So far, Meng Hao does not know the origin of this fire!
The earth, the power of the frost, the body of the frosty demon emperor, the illusion of a piece of mud in the legend of the Ninth Mountain when the world opened up, this earth is unique in the world!
"Water... The purple rain catastrophe, the extinction of vitality, after the spiritual energy, a piece of silence!" Meng Hao's eyes showed a strange light, and thousands of cultivators of the tribe behind him slowly moved on the ground.
The speed is much faster than two years ago. After all, all the survivors of the obedience, no ordinary people, are monks, and among the earliest more than 1,000 people in the Wushen tribe, hundreds of ordinary people, with the help of other people. , Will not affect the speed of the migration of the tribe.
In the past two years, not many people have paid attention to the rise of the Wushen tribe. Under this catastrophe, various tribes are eager to migrate, and will not pay attention to too many changes between outside tribes, especially in the chaos under this catastrophe. , The tribes are also in mutual vigilance and precautions.
But there is a tribe, but it is about the rise of the Wushen Wubu, always pay attention, this tribe is the old enemy of the Wushen tribe, the Wudubu!
On the edge of the northern part of West Desert, in the tribe temporarily built by the Ministry of Five Poisons, in the main tent at this moment, the tribe’s sacrifices consisted of a total of 13 people, sitting cross-legged in it, and in the middle were two elders.
One was the clan father of the Wudu Tribe, and the other... was a great sacrifice that brought a large army to destroy the Five Tribes of the Wushen.
"It is certain that there is a demon spirit in the Wushen Department." The silence in the main tent was broken by the high priest, and he said hoarsely.
"We have contacted the majority of Yuntian. Most of Yuntian has the ancestors of Spirit Slayer. They have the qualifications to enter the ink soil, but once we choose to attach to the majority of Yuntian... then everything in the tribe will lose its autonomy and become affiliates. .
This matter, the ancestors do not want to agree. "
"If we do not choose to rely on the majority of Yuntian, then the only hope before us is to kill the Crow God tribe and snatch the demon spirits from this tribe, especially before this news has spread from the northern part of West Desert to other areas... This is our only chance!"
"Yes, once this news spreads to the north, in the central area, at this moment is the place where a large number of tribes gather, and the further south, the more tribes. As long as the Wushen tribe enters the central area, the news of the demon spirit Can't hide it."
"If we obtain the demon spirit, we can use the demon spirit to make a deal with the majority of Yuntian, and give the demon spirit to the majority of Yuntian in exchange for an opportunity for us to have an independent tribe."
In the main account, everyone spoke, and when the voice echoed, the clan father of the Five Poison Tribe remained silent.
"The messengers of most of Yuntian, according to the time agreed with us, there will be two months before they arrive."
"But in the past two years of the Wushen tribe, in our secret investigations, the clansmen have reached tens of thousands, and there are even tens of thousands of strange monsters, especially the great dragon Menghao, who is even more than Qianxiu! War is not easy."
"It's just a rabble crowd. If our ministry is deployed with all its strength, within three days, the rabble god tribe will be completely wiped out, ahead of the others, and a demon spirit will be obtained!"
When there were constant discussions in this main account, a cough came from the old man of the clan, and the tent was immediately quiet, and everyone looked at him.
"Depending on the most part, the holy ancestor doesn't want it, I don't want to wait... Then, let's go to war, fight another battle with the Wushen Ministry, rob their demon spirits, and become an opportunity for my ministry to survive!" Decisively, when speaking slowly, all the priests around stood up and bowed their heads.
"As for the great dragon Menghao... There is still a drop of blood from the sky in the tribe. With this blood, he melted into the spirit of ten thousand people, and beheaded this person!"
"Heaven's blood, that is..." The big sacrifice on the side was taken aback, and was about to speak.
"I have no intentions. When Long Menghao, the head of the Wushen Tribe, died, it was me waiting for the attack!" The clan official spoke flatly, and the others around him nodded after being silent.
Not long after, in this temporary residence of the Wudu tribe, the Wudu tribe nearly 50,000 people, surrounded by five statues, kneeled down and worshiped. If you look from the sky, the tribe of Wudu tribe formed a flower with five petals. In the middle, it was the clan gong and the others. Not long after, a drop of purple blood was taken out by the clan gong and thrown into the sky.
At the same time, the tens of thousands of people in the surrounding people immediately heard the sound of spells as they knelt down. This sound was very strange. When it came out, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the purple rain around it seemed to fluctuate.
"Rongling!" The clan father yelled, and the 50,000 clan members immediately bit the tip of their tongues and spewed a drop of blood. Their blood instantly went straight to the sky, and after it merged with the purple blood in an instant, this group The blood grew bigger and bigger, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into tens of meters, and then slowly shrunk, until it turned into a human form about half a meter.
His face was even more exposed, his eyes opened and closed, and a gleam of blood radiated. After looking at the ground in the air, he seemed to feel the wishes of more than 50,000 monks from below. After he nodded slightly, his body shook and went straight to the distance. Away in an instant.