"this……"

The moment Mu Zhen stopped, accompanied by the shock in his eyes, when he saw the white stone in the lotus pond, he seemed to have something to say, but was stuck in his throat and looked at Ma Hui beside him.

Ma Huiru saw something that made him unable to calm his heart. He stared at Bai Shi in the lotus pond, felt the pressure in the void, and faced Mu Zhen's words. The shock in his eyes seemed to turn into a sigh. After shaking his head involuntarily, his eyes were still concentrated on Bai Shi's body, and he said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that... he could still absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at this moment!"

"It seems that we are too worried. Judging from his appearance, it is probably no longer a problem to pass the fourth level."

Mu Zhen was stunned for a moment. After the words fell, he looked at Ma Hui beside him and signaled to let him leave.

Ma Hui nodded in silence, looked away from Shiraishi's body, and left the cave with Mu Zhen.

Even though they had left the cave at this moment, their hearts became much more complicated than before. They were not only worried about the battle situation ahead, but also guessed Bai Shi's identity. This speculation instantly turned into a hint of expectation. At this time, they no longer doubted whether Bai Shi could pass the fourth level, but in their frown brows, they seemed to be waiting for Bai Shi to pass through all the levels and surpass Jing Yu!

"Perhaps, the patriarch said that Bai Shi was the last line of defense, so there was a reason for him."

After a moment of silence, Mu Zhen turned his gaze to the sky above the battlefield. The dark clouds in the sky had dissipated. At this moment, a white cloud floated by. He stared at the floating white cloud, and his consciousness appeared a trace of trance. But if he stared carefully, he would find that this was not a trace of trance, but a kind of agility.

This agility reminded him of the patriarch's words, reminded him of the lotus pond in the cave, and the white stone that was soaking in the lotus pond at this moment!

At the same time, in the lotus pond, Bai Shi did not know what was happening outside. He was immersed in absorbing spiritual energy. At this moment, he was in the fourth level. The pain brought by this fourth level seemed to have made him adapt at this time, and it seemed that he was already numb at this moment, so numb that he didn't know what pain was...

In his consciousness, Bai Shi watched the infusion of these spiritual energy. As the infusion of these spiritual energy, a white light slowly oozed out above his head. The light gradually condensed and finally became a white halo. The halo hovered over his head, emitting a moment of soft light, and then condensed into a little, like a glowing pill, floating on his head, absorbing the aura controlled by Bai Shi's consciousness.

However, the spiritual energy in this stone cave was limited after all. It was almost dusk in the afternoon, when clouds appeared in the sky, when fighting sounds came from the battlefield, when blood sprinkled on the earth, like the clouds dyeing the sky red, Bai Shi finally could not detect the slightest spiritual energy in this stone cave again.

Sitting cross-legged in the lotus pond, the pain on Bai Shi's face had been completely covered by him. He slowly opened his eyes, and a trace of almost undetectable splendor flashed in his eyes. This splendor was because of the spiritual energy that had been absorbed before. At the same time, while the water in the pool around him was emitting water mist, some bubbles actually appeared.

These bubbles made Bai Shi frown and heard some "gulp" sounds coming from the lotus pond.

The sound seemed to come from the emergence of groundwater. But Shiraishi soon discovered that it was not the sound of water, but a sound that seemed to be boiling. At the same time, Shiraishi instantly felt that the lotus pond at room temperature gradually became warm. This warmth quickly heated up. In an instant, Shiraishi clearly felt that a burning sensation seemed to spread. Even as the burning sensation arose, Shirashi's skin gradually became rosy. This was not ordinary rosy, but a ripe look!

Even as this feeling spread, a trace of hot air gradually emerged from Yu Baishi's head. This hot air made more sweat beads seep out of his forehead. The sweat beads flowed quickly along his forehead and finally dripped into the lotus pond. However, the sweat beads did not merge with the water in the pond, but were obviously separated from the water in the pond, and finally turned into water vapor and evaporated.

Shiraishi gritted his teeth, and the blood that had not oozed out of his mouth for a long time spilled out again under his bite. He closed his eyes tightly, afraid of opening it, because if he opened his eyes, the feeling of sweat flowing in his eyes would be very uncomfortable.

At this time, at this Chiyan Peak, the battlefield was already full of war, fighting and wailing.

Until two hours after dusk, the Yunhe tribe was no longer as condensed as before, but a strong man was moving quickly through the tribe. If he was organizing something, he seemed to be waiting for something. The wooden house was no longer extinguished oil lamps, but were lit one by one.

"The patriarch, the two thousand soldiers sent out were injured and fifty died!"

In front of a wooden house, even though the oil lamp in the wooden house was swaying, in front of this wooden house, there was an old man wearing a black hat standing, holding a staff, with a serious expression.

At this moment, a strong man hurriedly came to him, clasped his fists and bowed, and said hurriedly.

Hearing this, the old man was stunned for a moment, his brows frowned, showing a solemn meaning. He looked at the dim sky and saw the slightest trace of smoke that was away with the wind. These smoke came from the beacon smoke on the battlefield. At this moment, the beacon smoke was floating away like those dead soldiers, one by one.

"Have you brought back the bodies of those fifty people?" After a moment of silence, the old man spoke heavily. There was a bit of vicissitudes in his voice, which was consistent with his age, as if he had suffered the wasted years and the tempering of time.

The wrinkles on his face seemed to have added a few traces in this moment. The wrinkles exude a kind of oldness, and a kind of desolation, as if they were sighing at the sky, and as if they were anxious about the strong man in the battlefield ahead.

The strong man was stunned for a moment, and his rapid breathing came to an abrupt end, as if there was something unspeakable.

"If you have anything to say, just say it." The patriarch saw the strong man's expression and said.

Hearing this, the strong man seemed a little hesitant and said, "The people from the Seven Evil Tribe are much stronger than our warriors. The two thousand warriors we sent can only defend and cannot attack. So...their bodies cannot..."

Hearing this, the patriarch frowned slightly, turned around slowly, and then sighed a long sigh. He seemed to have made a great decision and said, "Give them five hundred crystals, take back the bodies of our fifty soldiers, and let them return to their hometown."

"Clan leader, this is not a solution. In this way, they will only gain a lot of effort and ask us for more crystals. In this way, our Yunhe tribe will fall sooner or later. Let me go and kill them without leaving any armor!"

When the patriarch's words fell, a man on the side seemed to be about the same age as the patriarch suddenly stepped forward and said. This person is the father of Naerhai, your soul!

"No! It's not time for you to go to the battle!"

He said decisively, and the patriarch did not turn around and walked straight towards the wooden house, leaving a pair of eyes gathered behind him. Only he knew clearly and felt clearly that the aura that had been transmitted before had already shown the difference between the other party. Now, after fighting for a long time, the other party only killed fifty monks of the Yunhe tribe. This made the patriarch clearly understand that the other party was deliberately hiding his strength. Because they didn't know much about the Yunhe tribe!

This is a tactic!

Therefore, the clan leader did not let Erhun and others fight because they were another line of defense for the Yunhe tribe. If they were seriously injured after they went out to fight, the time for the Yunhe tribe to fall would speed up.

Outside this wooden house, there was a woman with a solemn expression. Even though she had sighs in her eyes, she could not hide her stunning beauty. After everyone left, she stayed there for a moment and walked into the clan leader's room.

The patriarch stood in front of the window, stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, as if observing something.

"Yunhe Tribe...is going to fall this time?"

After a moment of silence, the woman spoke. This person was Yun Yan.

The patriarch did not look back, and his eyes remained in the night sky, as if he could find what he needed in this night sky, and it seemed that he could see things that others could not see.

He did not look back, and his back seemed a little desolate at this moment.
Chapter completed!