After experiencing this battle between the two clans with the Five Poisons Ministry, even though they had a great victory and annihilated the Five Poisons tribe, the Wushen tribe also suffered a huge price.
There are only more than three thousand people of the tens of thousands of people in the past, but every one of the remaining people has gone through baptism. Whether it is cultivation level or giving people the feeling, they are full of sharpness, as if they were out of the sheath. Sharp sword!
They have gone through too many battlefields, so that even death at the moment is nothing. In blood and killing, they are pursuing the meaning of monks, and they are looking for the direction of transformation in this time and time.
The Wushen Tribe has undergone earth-shaking changes, and even the more than three thousand people now have an overall combat power that surpasses the time when the Wushen Tribe was at its peak.
War can destroy ethnic groups, it can also rise ethnic groups, it can make people die, and it can also make people reborn!
But at the moment, the Wushen tribe is in this new life. It can be foreseen that if it walks this way, when it comes to Motu, the Wushen tribe will become a powerful force rising from the catastrophe of the Western Desert. The tribe, the strength and determination of this tribe, will make a sensation in the entire West Desert, even if most of them see it, they will be shocked.
At the same time, the strong rise of Meng Hao's personal power and his repeated efforts to turn the tide have also caused all the Wushen tribes to have an almost wild belief in him. Hao's surroundings blended into his body.
Although it can't be absorbed, it can exist in the body for a long time, making Meng Hao more vigorous, and the power of magical skills has also increased a lot.
Even Meng Hao had a faint feeling that the belief of the Wushen tribe allowed him to gain these extra powers. At the same time, his own strength could also drive the Wushen tribe's tribe to climb up.
"When my five elements merge, it will also be a leap for the Wushen tribe!" Meng Hao stood on the head of the flying python, facing the wind, looking at the earth thoughtfully.
After this battle, Meng Hao absorbed the demon group of the Five Poison Department. Although the number of his demon group has decreased, there are still about 50,000.
In addition, they have obtained a lot of resources from the Ministry of Five Poisons. The most important thing is... They have obtained the treasure of the Ministry of Five Poisons, the flying magic weapon that can accommodate thousands of people!
This huge python is whizzing away in the sky at this moment. The body of the python is all members of the Crow God tribe. With this flying treasure, it swiftly moves forward between the world and the earth.
In terms of speed, it has surpassed too much before, so that the members of the Wushen tribe no longer recalled the cruelty of war, but showed their persistence and pursuit of hope.
For more than two years, I walked all the way from the depths of the northern part of West Desert, experienced wars of several tribes, and finally fought the Ministry of Five Poisons, which opened a door to the world of the Wushen Ministry.
After stepping through this door, the glory of the Wushen Tribe will soon spread to the entire West Desert.
The python whizzed and flew for several months in a row. It would have taken at least several decades for the Wushen Tribe to travel without a flying machine.
The more you fly to the south, the fewer lakes on the ground and the larger the number of rivers. This is due to the higher terrain in the south. On the contrary, there are many areas in the north that have formed the sea.
A few days later, in front of the earth, a mountain range appeared. The mountain was black and endless.
"Here is the boundary between the northern part of West Desert and the central area, the Molin Mountain Range..." Meng Hao heard coughing coughs, the clan father of the Wushen tribe, his face was pale, his whole person was very old, and he looked into the distance. The mountain range slowly speaks.
In order to hold back the great sacrifice and the battle with the Five Poison Ministry, he did not hesitate to choose to burn his life. Although Meng Hao used the pill and wooden totem to treat him in the past few months, it still damaged the roots, and he himself understood. , The expiration date is not far away, and only half of them are left.
But he doesn't regret it. If everything goes well in Half Jiazi's life, it will be enough for him to see the Crow God tribe enter the black soil with his own eyes, and he will even have some time to accompany the tribe to settle in the black soil.
This is enough for him. In the past few months, he has not practiced, but has fallen asleep like ordinary people. Gradually, he has dreams that have not appeared in many years. In the dreams, he saw other intrigues between each other. The clan fathers of several tribes, they smiled in their dreams, waved to him, waited for him, and left together.
They fought for a lifetime, but now when he was alone, the feeling of loneliness and loneliness made him wake up from his dream.
"After this mountain, it is the center of West Desert. There should be the most tribes there now." When the clan father spoke in a deep voice, he could cough again.
"The spirit stones are still sufficient, but the flying magic weapon of the Five Poison Ministry, I am afraid it will be difficult to hold on for too long. This magic weapon has been forcibly loaded before, and it is in this state now.
I am afraid that it will fail if it has been flying for at most half a year. "The clan father frowned, said with a trace of worry.
Meng Hao nodded and didn't speak. The python flew its magic weapon, whizzing through the air, and flew over the Helin Mountain Range. In Meng Hao's eyes, he saw a plain that was different from the northern land.
In the world, even though it was also raining purple rain, there was still some green in this plain, which was a plant that had not yet been completely extinct.
Even the further southward, the isolated aura became a little more active, making the members of the Wushen tribe refreshed.
Meng Hao frowned. The center of West Desert like this was not completely isolated due to the spiritual energy and the vitality was not completely extinct, which led to more tribes here.
"When you get to this place, you must be more cautious about everything." After Meng Hao made up his mind, he controlled the python flying magic weapon and brought all the members of the Wushen tribe down to the ground, found a plain, and took a rest.
At the same time, a large number of black crows flew out while waving his hands, whizzing away in the three directions of west, south, and east. They quickly merged into nothingness and disappeared.
Time flies, and another half month has passed. In the past half month, no other ethnic groups have appeared nearby, but the Wushen Tribe's vigilance is still maintained, always observing the surroundings.
At noon, Meng Hao was sitting cross-legged, and suddenly in the sky ahead, a black shadow appeared instantly. The speed was so fast that it was approaching the flying magic weapon and appeared in front of Meng Hao, turning into a black crow. , The crow flew around Meng Hao, making a silent neigh.
Meng Hao stared at the crow, his eyes gradually showed a sharp glow, after a flash, he raised his right hand, and the crow came in an instant, and when it landed on the palm of Meng Hao's hand, it was taken away by Meng Hao.
For half a month, scenes like this have often appeared. The black crows released by Meng Hao are flying extremely fast, spreading out, spreading around, and continuously spreading out, and they are also feeding back information about this neighborhood.
Here, Meng Hao can also see the outside world with their eyes through the connection with these black crows, and at the same time can use their bodies as a node to expand the scope of spiritual consciousness.
A few days later, when all the black crows flew back, Meng Hao already knew all around hundreds of thousands of miles.
"There are seven tribes all around, all of which are medium-sized tribes. The number of people ranges from several thousand to twenty thousand..." Meng Hao raised his right hand with a wave, and a light curtain appeared in front of him with a map outlined on it.
The clan father and the Yuanying monks of the Wushen tribe surrounded Meng Hao at this moment, staring at the map intently.
"Now these two tribes are the closest to us. They should have noticed the demon spirit on my body. The tribes that may have come to the central area have all experienced the pain of migration. They have not acted rashly, and they are also observing us when they want to.
In the past few days, I have also noticed that there are two waves of divine consciousness, which should be the totem saint ancestors of these two tribes, which have been swept by us. "Meng Hao said calmly, and everyone around them looked gloomy and didn't speak.
"But here, I am interested in this place." Meng Hao pointed to the map with his right hand. A large area was enclosed by Meng Hao and his team about half a month away from the flight.
"This place is very strange. There are seven or eight tribes together. Through the observation of strange monsters, I feel like a town." Meng Hao frowned.
"It should be the Alliance!" A middle-aged man among the Yuan Ying cultivators here spoke. He was not the earliest member of the Wushen tribe, but later joined in.
"Now that the catastrophe continues to fall, and the purple rain is getting bigger and bigger, some tribes will inevitably choose alliances instead of wars. Only after they strengthen themselves through alliances can they survive.
What Master Saint Ancestor said should be an alliance here. As for Fangshi... This is very understandable. I have visited this central area many years ago. There is a characteristic of this place. There will be some mobility between tribes and tribes. Fangshi, even a whole tribe, is Fangshi. "
"Elder Sun is right. The old man has also heard about this. After thinking of coming here from a few tribal alliances, he opened a shop here to exchange resources with people and each needs each other so that he can go to Motu with more confidence. "It was the great elder of Wuanbu. His totem has been changed and he chose Meng Hao's wooden totem. Only then did he reluctantly restore his cultivation base and maintain it in the early Yuan Ying stage.
"According to the truth, the market formed by such an alliance cannot stay for too long. Instead, it will continue to trade with people as it moves forward and grows until it becomes stronger."
"Such a market is exactly what we need. Maybe we can buy a wide range of flying magic weapons there? Or is it something that other tribes need to migrate.
I have even heard that some big tribes’ squares will also shoot some totem saint ancestors of the tribes that have been wiped out..."
"So, for this Union Square City, shall we trade with it, or... grab it!" It was the Elder Sun who spoke. As soon as he spoke, the people around immediately showed their spirits and looked at Meng Hao together. , Waiting for Meng Hao's choice.
Meng Hao was silent for a moment, then spoke lightly.
"This alliance chooses to trade, we will give him a trade, if they choose war, we will give him war!"