The seven or eight thousand members of the migratory locust tribe, all of them pale and frightened at this moment, looked unbelievable, and looked at the overwhelming demons in front of them.
One hundred and fifty thousand monsters, this powerful force, is enough to sweep all medium-sized tribes, and even some large tribes that do not have the ancestors of Spirit Slayer, are also defeated under this powerful strength.
No tribe is willing to go to war with such a powerful group of monsters, even if they are one of the thirteen affiliated tribes of the majority of Yuntian, even if they have seven or eight thousand people at the moment, and even tens of thousands of locust beasts.
But they and the Black God tribe had no cause and effect to fight to death, saying it was for the Five Poison Tribe, but for a tribe that had been destroyed long ago, even the migratory locust tribe themselves did not agree with this excuse.
To put it bluntly, this is clearly that most of Yuntian found a reason to protect most of his own face, so that, logically, he grabbed the demon spirit of the Wushen tribe.
And it didn't pay special attention to it, otherwise, if the ancestor of Spirit Slayer came forward, everything would have no suspense.
"One, two, three!" Meng Hao spoke lightly and looked at everyone in the migratory locust tribe with cold eyes. At the moment he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and pointed forward, and the 150,000 demons roared to rush out. At that moment, the scalp of all the members of the Migratory Locust tribe became numb, and the twelve primordial infants and elders were even more short of breath.
"Friends of the Wushen Tribe, please wait a minute!!" The clan father of the migratory locust tribe, the old man in the middle, said quickly.
Meng Hao paused with his right hand and looked at him coldly.
"This matter is a misunderstanding. Please also ask the daoists of the Wushen tribe to give the old man some time. The old man asks the main ministry for instructions. He must give the daoists an explanation. In fact, there is no need to start this war. … "The old man looked at Meng Hao with a wry smile, and sighed in his heart. If he had known that the other party had such a terrifying monster group, he would find a way to not accept this mission if he said anything.
"After all, even if you take action and annihilate my migratory locust tribe, most of Yuntian has 13 affiliated tribes. Once a tribe dies, this enmity... but it really cannot be resolved." The migratory locust tribe’s clan father quickly persuaded , At the same time, take out a jade slip, repair the base, and send it into it.
Meng Hao did not interfere with the opponent's actions. In fact, Meng Hao knew that the best way to deal with this battle was deterrence, not war.
After all, Yuntian is a large part and possesses the ancestor of Spirit Slashing, and Meng Hao has self-knowledge. With the current Crow God tribe and his current cultivation base, even with 150,000 demons, he is definitely not a powerful opponent of Spirit Slashing.
Unless... the mastiff wakes up!
But although the mastiff has signs of awakening, it hasn't fully awakened yet.
Therefore, showing strength and deterring the opponent is the best choice. After all, the behavior of the tribe is to measure the contribution and gain. Through Zhou Dekun, Meng Hao knew that the majority of Yuntian's understanding of demon spirits was obviously incomplete, and the interest seemed not very great. , Optional.
That being the case, if the price paid is not large, most of Yuntian will naturally want to get the demon spirit, but if after weighing it, it is believed that the pay will be great, then in Meng Hao's analysis, the other party is very likely to give up the demon spirit.
After all, the two sides have no personal enmity, and at this critical moment of the catastrophe, as the majority, there is also the danger of being annexed, so they don't want their own strength to be damaged in vain.
All these kinds of things are the first opportunity that Meng Hao has grasped.
At this moment, the jade slips in the hands of the migratory locust clan father exudes blue light, and the light is getting stronger and stronger.
The migratory locust clan father and the sacrificial priest, along with all the clan members, all knelt down at this moment.
"Welcome your envoy!"
When their voices echoed, the cyan figure slowly condensed. After a while, when they suddenly appeared, they turned into a man. This man looked in his thirties, with handsome appearance, slender eyes, and a cold glow with his body. Although illusory, there are still terrifying cultivation base fluctuations spreading, covering all directions.
His whole body was shining with blue light. When he looked at the 150,000 monsters around Meng Hao, his expression changed slightly, and his eyes contracted. Then he looked at all the tribesmen of the Wushen tribe. After he noticed the evil spirits of these tribesmen, he Moved again.
Such a group of monsters shocked him, and such a group of people made him seem to have seen the cultivation of the war clan.
Finally, when his gaze fell on Meng Hao, he narrowed slightly.
"Blood-faced ancestor!" He slowly said, and with a single word he pointed out Meng Hao's known title in the ruins bridge boundary.
In fact, in the past few years, before the rise of the Wushen tribe, no one paid attention, but after the rise, how could most of the West Desert not pay attention, naturally, the identity of Meng Hao was found out, after all, the scarlet mask, Too special.
So, also found out the origin of Meng Hao's demon spirit.
"Unfortunately, in the last time in the market of the market, Zhao did not go because of retreat, but afterwards, most of the black dragon Xu Bai, and most of the rune demon Chen Mo, had finally snatched the demon spirit from you, but gritted his teeth. Never forget it."
Meng Hao looked cold and indifferent. He glanced at the illusory man in green robe, did not speak, but the coldness in his eyes became deeper.
"You can choose to kill the migratory locust tribe in front of you, but the price is that my Yuntian tribe will go all out to kill you and the Black God Tribe as much as possible," said the green-robed man slowly.
"Similarly, you can also choose to follow and become one of the most affiliated tribes of my Yuntian. There are two roads, how to choose, you can give an answer." The man in the green robe smiled slightly and slowly said.
Murderous intent was revealed in the eyes of the Wushen tribe members, and the evil spirits were concentrated, and there was silence. Meng Hao was also silent. For most of the conditions set by Yuntian, this kind of submission is actually a qualification for survival.
It is conceivable that once you surrender, you can enter the ink soil, and all the way will be very safe, but what is lost is the freedom of the generations to come.
This choice, Meng Hao has no right to make a choice. He turned his head and looked at the tribesmen of the thousands of Wushen tribes behind him. Among these tribes, there were less than a thousand people. They were the monks of the five tribes of the Wushen, including Wuchen. , Wuling is also there, they have experienced the flames of war, and have grown up at this moment.
As for the others, they came from this war and seemed to have lost their freedom, but in fact, they have already become part of the Wushen Tribe.
Meng Hao's gaze swept across the members of the Wushen tribe, and after looking at them one by one, he saw silence. In this silence, there was a kind of arrogance that would rather die than lose freedom for survival.
This is their choice!
The 150,000 monsters around them roared irritably, and danced densely around them, revealing bloodthirsty in their eyes.
Meng Hao turned his head and looked at Monk Qingpao again, his voice echoed at this moment.
"Becoming an affiliate, the Wushen Tribe will not choose... If Yuntian wants to fight, my Wushen will fight!" Meng Hao said lightly, and when the words came out, the entire Wushen tribe was furious.
Everyone of the migratory locust tribe was short of breath, their faces were pale, and their strength was not equal, so that they had no hope of surviving. The Qingpao monk narrowed his eyes, and after a careful look at Meng Hao, he suddenly smiled.
"Zhao had a good intention. Since the Wushen tribe and fellow Taoists do not want to be affiliated, let this matter go. Many misunderstandings have been written off before, and I wish fellow Daoists and Wushen tribe to go to Motu as soon as possible." The Qingpao monk smiled and turned around. After a flash, his body slowly disappeared. After being summoned by the migratory locust tribe, when he saw the members of the Wushen tribe and the 150,000 demons, he understood that this battle... The Cloud Sky tribe would not continue.
The strength of this black god tribe has made it qualified to master demon spirits. For a demon spirit, most of Yuntian is unwilling to pay too much, especially after this battle, most of Yuntian’s tribe will be destroyed, even Many people from the main tribe will also fall.
In today's weird and changeable, seemingly peaceful, but in fact, there are a lot of secret disputes in Motu, most of Yuntian, dare not to have too much loss, especially the ancestor of Spirit Slayer, and it is impossible to come out of Motu at all. Once out, the spiritual energy is isolated, it is very likely to face the interception and killing of most hostile spirit slashers.
In this ever-changing moment, being cautious and careful is the foundation of a big tribe that can thrive.
The migratory locust clan father finally breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly understood why the previous war clan did not go to war. In his opinion, it is a wise choice not to go to war. No matter who it is, encounter such a terrifying tribe. , The scalp will become numb.
He bowed to Meng Hao with a fist, his body quickly backed away, taking seven to eight thousand people and tens of thousands of locust beasts, turning into a yellow cloud, whistling away, and soon disappeared.
Meng Hao raised his right hand with a wave, and did not take away the monsters, but let them fly around, flying boats and boats swayed under him, leading the tribe of the Wushen tribe with 150,000 monsters, and went straight ahead. Soon, he rushed out of the central area of West Desert and stepped into...
South of West Desert!
From here to Motu, it only takes six months to pass by.
As the distance to Motu gets closer and closer, Meng Hao's eyes and the luminosity are getting brighter, and the tribe of the Wushen tribe is also more embarrassing in this excitement and anticipation.
Every one of them knows that this last part of the journey, the degree of difficulty, will surpass all the previous ones.
But the current Crow God tribe is completely different from before. It has completely risen. It can deter most of the spirit-slashing ancestors and sweep all medium-sized tribes. As for those who do not have the spirit-slashing ancestors, if you dare to stop, the black gods The tribe can still fight!
But they will not back down. When they move forward, they are shocking, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, 150,000 monsters roaring, roaring and echoing, shaking all directions, like setting off a wave of beasts in the sky, holding up the war boat, riding the wind and waves, Go straight ahead.