The place where the Yunhe Tribe is located, the clan leader stood in the air. His expression was extremely solemn. The aura of pressure from afar had already made him feel a huge sense of crisis. This feeling made his soul appear outside his body, touching the power of his soul, activate the cultivation of his whole body, and laying a strong protection around the Yunhe Tribe!

At the same time, as the Red Flame Peak seeped out, Bai Shi continued to pull the bowstring in his hand and kept hitting the phantoms, causing the phantoms to dissipate, a large number of phantoms emerged again. The more he killed the madness in his eyes, the more intense the madness he had in his forehead. He knew clearly that these phantoms were very different from the monks themselves. They didn't know the pain, so they could not feel fear. So even though their cultivation was weak enough, they still rushed towards Bai Shi. For such many phantoms to be killed one by one, Bai Shi still had to put in a lot of effort and consumed a lot of spiritual power in his body!

More importantly, Shiraishi knew more clearly that the Phantom behind him had extremely strong cultivation!

In the blink of an eye, early spring was ushered in the battle between Bai Shi and the fighting outside...

In early spring, the white snow piled on Chiyan Peak began to melt, transformed into water, melted into rivers, flowing among the mountains, making a gurgling sound. Everything began to revive, but in the sky ahead of the Yunhe Tribe, waves of death came out.

Early spring is the coldest. Ah Mao curled up on the kang, his cheeks were slightly red, he was shaking under the quilt, his expression was a little dull, and even his consciousness was in a trance. This is the change of the new seasons. When the new year comes, he will welcome his first serious illness.

Yun Yan was holding a paper fan and flashing with the firewood that was boiling medicine. Thick smoke emanated from the wooden house. From a distance, it looked like the wooden house was on fire.

After a while, she wiped the sweat beads from her forehead, and thick smoke left on her face, and black marks appeared, but they still could not cover up her watery eyes. Holding the hot Chinese medicine, Yun Yan saw Amao so thin, and she didn't care about the hotness of the stone bowl at this moment. She brought the medicine bowl to Amao, blew it a few times, and then helped Amao take it.

After seeing Amao take the medicine, Yun Yan called Amao to sleep, then she fed some hot water herself, and after washing for a day, she started to be busy all day.

The wooden house of Wan Lao is now full of dense wounded people. Some of these wounded people have been treated, while some have looked desperate due to the shortage of medicinal materials. Some have struggled in the last struggle before death. Even if they know clearly that the possibility of treatment here is almost zero.

In this cold early spring, their hearts did not revive like everything. Their eyes showed dullness, and even seemed extremely deadly. In that deadly silence, some injured people finally couldn't hold on and fell into the soil soaked by the spring rain, and then they went far away and became eternal. Then they were quietly raised by several strong men in a sad look.

During these days, the soldiers who died in their eyes could only count countless times, so they were used to death and were more accustomed to the fear of death, and were able to control the resentment that could burst out at any time in their hearts.

On the battlefield ahead, there were still constant fighting sounds, and the fighting spread like the bloody thing that was filled with the moment. Fortunately, the spring breeze of early spring took away the smell of blood, which was not so strong. Otherwise, the smell of rotten and blood would really make people sick when they smelled it.

Today, Chiyan Peak is close to a kind of death peak.

After several days of fighting, both sides suffered casualties, but in comparison, the Yunhe tribe still suffered a lot of losses. The 30,000 tribes in the past were now less than 10,000 left.

Facing these dead soldiers, the patriarch no longer knew what to use to describe his inner feelings at this moment, so he could only be silent.

Such a lasting battle has always ushered in the arrival of midsummer, and the scorching sun is baking the earth.

The Chiyan Peak in the midsummer of the past, where the Yunhe Tribe is located, should be a child singing, and the song contains innocence, longing, and yearning for happiness.

At this moment, there were still singing here, but the singing was filled with vicissitudes, sadness, and even despair.

This is a funeral song...

Also, because of the disgust of the irritable cicadas, the cicadas no longer ring, as if they felt the breath of death and fled to the distance. Everything became depressed and seemed to lose its spirit. Most of the soldiers of the Yunhe Tribe were the same.

In this Yunhe Tribe, some people are surrounding a wooden platform built of wood. There are many corpses lying on it. The bodies have rotted. These corpses used to be some warriors belonging to this Yunhe Tribe.

These soldiers were unable to receive treatment because of the shortage of medicinal materials. Therefore, in this boring weather, their bodies quickly became ulcerated, and then they were infected with a disease that even Mr. Wan could not describe, and they were infected. So they were burned at Mr. Wan's instructions.

Finally, when the first wisp of smoke ushered in the first flame, some women around began to vent their emotions that had suppressed their hearts for a long time, and then cried loudly. The crying made the other people's eyes slide out from tears, and they looked at the dead soldiers with despair. They felt that perhaps, one day, they would do the same.

The battlefield ahead welcomed new information. The strong man hurried to the patriarch. He was used to seeing the patriarch's expression these days, so when he spoke, he seemed a little hesitant because what he was going to report was the same thing, that is, how many warriors in the Yunhe tribe died on the battlefield ahead.

The patriarch was also used to this unfortunate news. After hearing it, he could only sigh, then slowly turn around, look up at the sky, and try to force the tears he was about to leave, and then control his emotions.

The strong man seemed to have been used to the movement of the patriarch. He looked at the desolate figure of the patriarch's back and said, "Class Chief, how are the injuries of Elder Erhun and Elder Jinghong? Without them, there are countless deaths of our Yunhe Tribe warriors."

The patriarch was about to speak when he suddenly saw two people walking towards him.

The two men were naked, but there was a white strap wrapped around their backs, which was used to stop bleeding. They quickly walked to the patriarch and said in unison: "Capriarch, our injuries have almost healed, so we can go on the field to kill the enemy!"

These two people are Erhun and Jinghong.

A month ago, on the battlefield ahead, Erhun and Jinghong fought against the other two warriors in the middle stage of the Soul Profound Realm and several warriors in the early stage of the Soul Profound Realm. Fortunately, they used their strange magic to drag the opponent's powerful warriors for several months in the continuous battle. However, because of the output of spiritual power, several days ago, they were finally hit by the other party's unexpected blow, and the spear pierced their bodies, but did not touch their hearts. So, they were lucky enough to survive.

Then, using their strength to cultivate their health, they quickly adjusted their bodies. After several days of breathing, their bodies were no longer seriously injured.

The patriarch looked at Jing Hong and Er Hun up and down, nodded and said, "Be careful."

Jinghong and Erhun nodded at the same time, with confidence in their eyes. They quickly left with the strong man.

"The leader of the Seven Evils, the leader of the Yunhe tribe has not taken action yet, and the two middle-level cultivators in the Soul Mystery Realm are extremely difficult to deal with. The strange magic almost killed us several times. I think you should do it. Maybe, once you do it, their leader will fight... Why wait?"

Where the Qisha Tribe is located, the patriarch of the Black Wind Tribe and the patriarch of the Lingyun Tribe were also injured. The output of spiritual power has also weakened their cultivation level. After several days of breathing and thinking, they came to the masked person at the same time.

The masked man was now cross-legged and closed his eyes, as if he was resting. Hearing the words of these two people, he swallowed a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, and stood up.

"They Yunhe Tribe have set up a protective light curtain, and my strength is to save it and smash their light curtain. Since the Yunhe Tribe likes to consume... we don't have to consume it with him. During this period, countless people from their tribe have died. Take a full attack and enter the Yunhe Tribe together!"

A cold light appeared in the eyes of the masked man, and a vicious aura burst out from his body. After walking out of the camp, he called out to all the soldiers who were adjusting their breathing at the moment. Under this summoning, they all turned into a long rainbow and rushed towards the battlefield ahead. When they came to the top of the battlefield like raindrops, they all fell down and started a bloody battle.

Because of his appearance, the Yunhe tribe warriors on this battlefield faced the rest of the tribes who were coming like a tide, and they were vulnerable. They looked shocked and watched the people from their tribes die one by one, and most of the tribes were also retreating quickly.

Even Jinghong and Erhun were shocked. While their eyes were surprised, they held the bow and arrow in their hands and roared out with the sharp arrow. In front of them, the rest of the tribe fell down one by one.

At the same time, in the air, Mu Zhen and Ma Hui suddenly roared. The sound was like a roar, causing their steps to move forward. As they stepped, the whole sky trembled, and even the earth trembled. The thick force penetrated out of their feet, making their bodies jump to a greater extent. With the roar in their eyes and the anger in their hearts, they suddenly opened the bowstring in their hands!

As the bowstring was pulled apart, under the buzzing sound, a ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds. When it shone on the bow and arrow, a dazzling cold light oozed out. The moment the cold light oozed out, a violent force immediately spread out from their bow and arrow, causing the masked man in the distance to snort coldly, and his body jumped and walked towards him.

"Overbial ability!"
Chapter completed!