Wilderness Camp.
Previously, the space was turbulent, like a river bursting its banks, and the tide of terror swept through, as if it was about to destroy a world.
Although Jingo had given advance warning when he was going to retreat before, it still made people feel uneasy.
Patriarch Kuto of the Golden Crow Division had fine sweat beads all over his forehead. If it weren't for the opposite Master Prajna, who still remained motionless like a mountain, I'm afraid he would have been unable to hold back and rushed out to find out.
In fact, the movement was too loud and too terrifying.
Everyone in the Qingliu Department was unmoved, even if one by one, they were knocked away by the shock space, and they rushed back again in the next moment.
Standing outside the big tent, his eyes are cold and violent, like a wolf who chooses and devours him.
This is the last chance for Shenliu, and it is also the Qingliu department, and there is only life left.
Absolutely not to be missed!
To say that the peeping eyes of all parties, the astonishing movement in the barren camp, without the slightest suspicion, must be fake.
However, the silence of the Golden Crow Department, coupled with the viciousness of the Qingliu Department, made these thoughts spin a few times, and then slowly pressed into the bottom of my heart.
Lasting for nearly an hour, the almost earth-shattering spatial shock finally began to subside. The speed is very fast. From the beginning of weakness, it disappears completely in a few breaths.
The Qingliu clan chief licked it, his lips were chapped and white, and his eyes stared straight at the tent, his eyes showing extremely uneasy.
Swah—
The tent was opened from the inside, Rou Rou stepped out, met his eyes, but did not express his position at all, and walked away with a cold face.
At this moment, the heart of the Qingliu clan chief instantly fell to the bottom of the valley, his body swayed a few times, and he almost fell to the ground on the spot.
In my heart, there is only one thought circling - it's over, it's over!
This willow branch is the only remaining vitality of the Willow God. It is its last struggle and attempt. Failure means that everything will be irreversible.
Aoyagibu, in his hands... Ruined!
The old tears were all over the place, the eyes were black, and the tears were all down. The old patriarch, who almost passed out, could not be seen by the blurred eyes, and then Qin Yu walked out of the big tent.
As soon as he came out, he saw this old, crying face, and Qin Yu's heart shrank and his brows were furrowed. Could it be that in the process of laying out the Boundary Breaking Order, the totem willow of the Qingliu Department couldn't hold on to his death
hiss-
If this is the case, it would be too unfortunate, Qin Yu's next plan is bound to be affected.
Then, in the next moment, Qin Yu heard more gasps.
You "ss" I "sss" everyone "sss", in short, the momentum is amazing, as if exhausted in an instant, the air in this world makes everything fall into a state of silence.
Among the ten thousand members of the Qingliu Department, a famous soldier stared wide-eyed, maintaining a stunned and air-conditioned posture, staring at Qin Yu's hand, the green willow branch that was dripping with vitality.
For fear that the scene in front of them is just their hallucination, they will be blown away directly when they breathe out.
The old patriarch of the Qingliu tribe, who was crying bitterly and grief-stricken, finally realized the strange situation around him. He raised his hand and wiped his face, grabbed his nose and tears, then blinked hard, and rolled his eyes after a few "squeaks" and "squeaks".
He saw the green willow branch that Qin Yu was holding now.
This willow branch was taken by himself from the body of the willow god, which was blackened by lightning strikes. He clearly remembered the texture of every leaf on it. Therefore, with just one glance, the old patriarch can be sure that this is the willow branch he brought.
The leaves are still those leaves, and the thickness of the willow branches has not changed, but the abundant and rich vitality it exudes now has never appeared again after Liu Shen's failure to cross the calamity.
One hand slapped his chest desperately, like a hammer breaking a drum, making a muffled "dong" and "dong", the old patriarch finally took a breath, and he passed out without rolling his eyes on the spot.
He took a step forward, his lips trembling violently, and he collided up and down to fight, unable to utter a complete sentence at all.
Qin Yu calmed down, it seemed that things were different from what he thought, he coughed lightly, and handed the willow branch in his hand, "Fortunately, the patriarch brought it back, and the totem willow god of Qingliu can be reincarnated and rebuilt. ."
puff-
The old patriarch knelt directly on the ground, his head rattled a few times in a row, and his hands trembled forward, but when he took the willow branch in his hand, it was instantly stable, without the slightest tremor, just like cast iron.
"The general's rescue of Liu Shen is equivalent to saving the entire Qingliu clan. The old man will first send the willow branches back to the clan, and then express our gratitude to the clan!"
Holding the willow branch, he stood up from the ground, turned to meet the eyes of the Qingliu tribe, his face shook, and tears flowed down his face again.
"Go, come with me and escort Liu Shen home!"
The cheers were like boiling, the Aoyagi club was sobbing with joy, and the eyes of each soldier turned red, and their bodies trembled with excitement.
They finally determined that Liu Shen was saved.
If Liu Shen can survive, the Qingliu tribe can continue, and their elderly parents and young children can continue to live.
Without the slightest hesitation, a group of ten thousand people stood up and surrounded the old patriarch, like a torrent, rushing towards the tribe at the fastest speed.
The violent aura soared into the sky, like a sharp knife, enough to cut the world itself into two directly, and there was nothing that could block their way home.
Whoever blocks it will die!
The old patriarch wiped a handful of tears, and he looked around, his face full of relief and excitement.
Five hundred years ago, after Liu Shen was bombarded by thunder tribulations and lingered on, the soldiers of Qingliu Division have never had such a tyrannical and fierce aura.
And now, the Qingliu Department of that year is back!
The eyes of countless eyes gathered in the Golden Crow Department are full of shocks at this moment. It is not a secret about the situation of the Totem Willow God of the Qingliu Department.
The barren people actually really saved Liu Shen? This is simply not possible!
Under the calamity, being able to survive by luck is the result of Liu Shen's long existence and profound heritage.
Its origin has been dissipated, its foundation is destroyed, and it is a certain death situation.
But the scene in front of them is clearly telling them that the Qingliu Department has survived in desperation!
Cotto stood outside the tent, looking at the distant Qingliu Department, feeling the vitality released by the willow branch in the hands of the old patriarch, his face full of shock.
With his cultivation realm, and seeing this willow branch with his own eyes at such a close distance, one can naturally conclude that the totem willow god of the Qingliu Department has really been saved!
Although, his own totem Golden Crow, it was only because of the gift of the barrens that he could complete the transformation and advance, so that the ice and fire were merged into one, but the scene in front of him still made him feel extremely shocked.
Taking a deep breath, Cotto looked towards the opposite side, with a smile on the corner of Master Prajna's mouth, but there was peace in his eyes, as if he had already anticipated the scene in front of him.
Cotto's patriarch showed his comprehension, and suddenly felt that he had grasped a certain truth - the true identity of General Jin Wu, which was not as simple as he knew!
Opposite, Prajna's eyes are deep, "Your Excellency Patriarch, no matter what you guess, please keep this secret."
Patriarch Cotto trembled and hurriedly bowed and saluted, "Master, don't worry, I swear by the Holy Land, I will never leak half a word to the outside world."
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The next focus was no longer on the Golden Crow Department, but shifted to the Qingliu Department, which was gradually wilting and withering because the totem Shenliu was dying.
Under the intertwining of countless eyes, the ten thousand people of the Qingliu tribe escorted the old patriarch all the way and returned to the tribe with willow branches.
Different from the rising momentum of the Golden Crow Department, the Qingliu Department is shrouded up and down, and the decaying atmosphere of the sun is dying, like a terminally ill old man.
All the clansmen who still have the ability to move are struggling to get out of the camp, and their numb faces reveal long-lost expectations.
But not intense.
The barbarians of the Qingliu tribe have endured too much suffering and despair, and have no longer dared to hold too much hope for everything in front of them.
Even if they have already obtained the information sent back in advance, the totem willow will be rescued... They can only believe what they have seen with their own eyes.
So, they all came out!
At this moment, not only the Qingliu tribe, but in the sky outside the tribe, the barbarians of other tribes, no longer wanted to hide their figures, stared wide-eyed at the next scene.
Whether the willow god of the Qingliu Department is dead or alive, they must witness it with their own eyes!
In the center of the tribe, is a black scorched earth, dry and without the slightest moisture, let alone the slightest vitality.
This is the terrifying situation caused by the dispersal of power when the thunder came down and bombarded the Shen Liu.
The totem willow of the Qingliu Department is standing in this scorched earth. Its extremely thick trunk was split by the thunder, and its branches fell to the ground.
The remnant, which was blacker than the ground, now only had a wicker stick left, slumped weakly, retaining the last shred of vitality.
Everyone stopped outside the scorched earth, and the old patriarch stepped forward alone. He held the willow branch in both hands, walked under the willow, and knelt down on his knees. The old patriarch touched the ground with his head, "God Liu, I'm back!"
The old patriarch, who was very clear about the state of the willow god, put the willow branch in his hand on the ground without any delay.
Then, he untied the leather water bag around his waist and poured in the charred soil.
A gust of wind blew, and the green willow branches and swaying leaves fluttered in the wind.
Behind it, the sturdy Willow God, who had endured for five hundred years after being struck by lightning, turned into powder in the wind.
They were not blown away by the wind, but merged into the scorched earth under their feet, making this piece of land ravaged by the thunder to return to its original state in a blink of an eye.
The willow branches took root and sprouted and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a few breaths, they turned into a small willow tree.
Although compared with the previous, Liu Shen's huge body is incomparable at all. But one is withered and dying, and the foundation is destroyed, while the other is reborn and full of vitality.
The old patriarch roared with all his strength, "Congratulations to Liu Shen's new life!"
On this day, the Qingliu clan all fell into desperation and ecstasy, and the tears flowed.
Outside the tribe, countless barbarian strong people witnessed the reincarnation of the totem willow god of the Qingliu Department, and their eyes widened, gradually showing a burning heat.
The totem Golden Crow of the Golden Crow Department, because of the barren people, the bloodline metamorphosis has completed the advanced step, and it has become an existence that merges with ice and fire.
The totem willow of the Qingliu Department was bombarded by the sky, and it was already a situation of ten deaths and no life, but it was reincarnated with a willow branch.
It may be a coincidence once, but it has been twice in a row. Everyone knows what it means when this happens - and the importance of totems to the barbarians needs no words at all.
The totem of the Qingliu tribe, Liu Shen, was successfully reincarnated, and the news spread to all the savage tribes east of Hengshan at the fastest speed.
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Hengshan is a barbarian, the honorific name for that towering and endless mountain range that stands up to the sky and stands on the ground.
It seems to divide the heaven and the earth into two, straight into the sky.
The mountains are barren, and there is no vitality, only the vast and endless white snow, falling in middle age, covers and drowns everything.
In this vast expanse of whiteness and endless horizons, a black temple stands in the mountain, like a dead leaf in the snow country, which is particularly conspicuous.
This place is the barbarian holy place that all the barbarians respect!
On the white ground, a thin and small figure sat cross-legged. At this moment, he seemed to feel something and slowly opened his eyes.
The vastness in it is like another world, which can contain thousands of things and is unfathomable.
However, now there is a little surprise in these eyes, and it seems that he has noticed something, which makes people think.
Changing fate against the sky... This is extremely difficult, if he is in a good state, he may be able to do it.
Your Majesty, how did you do it? And as far as he knows, the barbarian emperor's bloodline is more to provide himself with powerful power.
It does not have it, similar to supernatural powers and powers.
He blinked, dissipating the emotion in his eyes, and gradually it became clear.
Since it is not His Majesty, it should be the one next to His Majesty.
Before, he had sensed the aura of that existence.
It's like an endless abyss, like a sky high and far, but it's ethereal like a bubble phantom, making it difficult for people to capture and lock in.
Hidden in time and space, every time the heaven and earth meet by fate, a mysterious existence can come to a world... Its roots are unknown, and its realm is also unknown, but there is no doubt that it is the longest existence and the most terrifying existence in this world.
As a barbarian great witch, he inherited the memory from his bloodline, which made him have a better understanding of this existence than others.
But because of this, the Great Witch could not figure out why this existence could always stay by His Majesty's side.
Even if His Majesty signed a contract with this one, according to what he knew in his memory, there should not be such a situation.
Among them, there should be some secrets that he does not know.
The body is thin, withered and old, and the breath is inconspicuous. It looks like an ordinary old man in the temple, but his true identity is the only one left in the endless territory of the Western Barbarians.
After thinking about it again and again, he closed his eyes and raised his hand to point between his eyebrows.
At the beginning, the disciples were ordered to pass down that way, which could span endless distances and conduct spiritual sympathy.
It's just in case, to ensure His Majesty's safety, but it's not just that.
The great witch of Mengshan must be sure that the one who hides in time and space is hard to speculate about the powerful existence and the true intentions of His Majesty.
If his purpose was to devour the barbarian new emperor, he couldn't tell, and he could only forcibly expel him at the cost of early annihilation.
In terms of strength and realm, he is indeed impossible, compared with such a mysterious existence. But this is his world, His Majesty is his Majesty, completely occupying the home court, and then abandoning himself... It should be able to do it.
After a while, the Great Witch Mengshan opened his eyes, he put down his fingers, and there was a hint of hesitation and confusion in his deep and boundless eyes.
Eventually it turned into relief.
Then, he began to cough, not so violently, but there were bits and pieces of dark red blood that spattered from his nose and mouth. Falling on the white ground, it is particularly eye-catching, like plum blossoms in the snow, blooming proudly against the cold wind and snow!