The roar echoed and the crowd dispersed until about an hour later, Yichenzi looked ferocious, holding five heads in mid-air and started a blood sacrifice to all the tribesmen below.

After this blood sacrifice lasted for two days, Yichenzi waved away and took away all the supplies. Through the blood sacrifice, he kept his cultivation at the peak, and even showed signs of a breakthrough.

"If I kill tens of thousands more people, I might be able to break through and reach the late Nascent Soul stage! However, although I don't know what the name of this tribe is, it is also very ruthless. There are four to five thousand people, and all of them are members of the tribe who have cultivated abilities.

It is estimated that all the ordinary tribesmen have been left in their original tribes to fend for themselves." Yichenzi's eyes flashed, and when he raised his right hand, he took out a jade slip. Inside this jade slip was a pair of

Map, the map introduces the entire northern West Desert in great detail.

"You can't provoke the Five Poisons, and the same goes for the Flame and Ice. Unless my cultivation reaches the late Nascent Soul stage, otherwise, even if I can win, it will take too much cultivation.

This damn Ziyu, if I hadn't been good at blood sacrifices and had some fairy land, I would have died of exhaustion of spiritual energy here." Yichenzi muttered a few words, licked his lips, and looked at the jade slip again.

map.

"The Five Crow God Tribes? The former Crow God Tribe. This time, there should be someone from their tribe in the Xuqiao Realm. This tribe just fought with the Five Poison Tribes...

This is this tribe. Although I don’t know how many people are left, after all, they were once the majority. They should be able to resist the attacks of the Five Poison Tribes. They should have a lot of background. The most important ones are the people in their tribe who went to the Xuqiao Realm. If

He's not dead, so he should be back. Maybe I can harvest some more fairy land?" Yichenzi's eyes flashed, revealing a cruel light, and his body swayed, and when he was about to follow the map to the location of Wushen's five divisions, he suddenly

The body paused.

"There is a member of the Five Crow God tribe who went to the Xuqiao Realm. It can't be that damn Meng Hao who killed a thousand swords, right? I don't think I will be so unlucky." Yichenzi just thought about it for a moment and smiled dumbly.

, secretly thinking that he was too suspicious. The twenty-three people, not counting himself, were scattered throughout the Western Desert. The possibility of meeting each other was very slim.

Thinking of this, Yichenzi's eyes showed cruelty. He swayed and ran straight into the distance. On the way, he killed every tribe he encountered without leaving any one behind. Blood sacrifices were made along the way.

As his cultivation level got higher and higher, his character became more cruel, especially after he felt that his cultivation level was about to break through. Yichenzi's killings became even more brutal.

His speed is getting faster and faster. He is getting closer and closer to the area where Wushen Wubu is located.

"I can already smell the scent of flesh and blood..." Yichenzi licked his lips and whizzed straight into the distance. In front of him, there was a mountain!

This mountain is bare, and there is a vast ocean below the mountain. Fortunately, it is not very large. It is more like a large lake than an ocean.

In the lake, this mountain peak stands tall. There are many sheds built on the top of the mountain to block the rain. This is the Wushen tribe. It has been five months since Meng Hao left.

Of the more than 2,000 tribesmen, only a thousand or so are still alive at this moment. Several hundred tribesmen were exterminated one by one in these five months. Amid the funeral songs and cries of the tribesmen, they were buried on the mountain peak.

But everyone knows that maybe it won't be long before this place... will become the bottom of the sea.

On the mountain peak, there are dedicated tribesmen who go down every day to measure the rising range of the sea water in order to calculate the time they have left.

"Yesterday to today, it rose two feet...thorns and vines grew up, and I saw it struggling at the bottom of the lake..." In the shed, the clan leader of the Wubing tribe had gray hair, a haggard look, and a skinny body.

Ruchai sat there silently, looking at the sky and earth in the distance, like the eternal purple rain. The person speaking next to him was the great elder of the Wu'an tribe.

He spoke bitterly and in a low voice, as if he didn't want more people to hear.

"It has been five months. Lord Holy Ancestor may have left here...the power of the thorns and vines has also dissipated quickly..."

"Have you left... It's okay, but he said that he would bring us a hope." The clan leader of the Wubing tribe spoke hoarsely, his eyes had lost their vitality.

"Hope..." The great elder of the Dark An tribe became even more bitter. He looked back at the tribesmen in the shed behind him and saw that they were all silent, full of gloom. They were clearly open, but there was no difference between them and being closed.

eyes, and bodies as skinny as wood.

They have no hope.

As the spiritual energy of heaven and earth becomes thinner, as the purple rain gets bigger and bigger, and the vitality disappears, it is difficult for ordinary people to survive. Even the monks are almost withered at this moment, and it is difficult to maintain their realm.

"He will come back." The clan leader of the Wubing tribe spoke softly, his voice not high, but with a certain persistence. He believed in what Meng Hao said before leaving, and he believed that Meng Hao would definitely come back.

The great elder of the Wu'an tribe sighed softly, and was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed and he raised his head. Almost at the same moment that he raised his head, the gray-haired old man of the Wu'an tribe also raised his head in an instant.

The head and the originally withered body seemed to have regained their cultivation at this moment, and the dim eyes showed an aggressive light for a moment.

Not only the two of them were like this, but there were two people behind them who also had their cultivations exploded in an instant, showing threats and looking towards the sky.

In the past five months, they have been constantly vigilant and wary of everyone who comes here. Fortunately, in the past five months, only three groups of people have appeared, and two of them were blocked by thorns and vines.

As time went by, the thorn vines gradually weakened, until finally they sank to the bottom of the lake and disappeared.

It was also during that time that the third group of people passing by came and started a short fight with the Wushen tribe. In that battle, the Wubing tribe spent all their cultivation to kill an early Nascent Soul member of the opponent.

After being strong, they can intimidate all parties, and then the war will be ended.

After all, in this catastrophe, there is no difference between losing both sides and dying.

Right now, it is the fourth group of people who have arrived in the past five months. Although there is only one person this time, in this environment, being alone is even more dangerous!

Especially the Changhong that the figure of the visitor turned into was earth-shattering. The momentum roared, the loud noise reverberated, and the sound burst spread, revealing the peak of the middle stage of Yuanying, infinitely close to the majestic cultivation of the late stage of Yuanying.

The moment this cultivation was felt by the Black Soldier Tribe Lord, his complexion completely changed, and the Great Elder of the Black An Tribe next to him was even more deeply shaken.

The two people behind them also turned pale in an instant.

With the power of the Wushen tribe at this moment, if the opponent only has it, then even if the five Wushen tribes try their best, they still cannot stop it.

Yichenzi saw the mountain peak where Wushen Wubu was located, and saw more than a thousand people on the mountain peak, and immediately frowned.

"Why are there so few people?" Yichenzi snorted coldly. There were so few people here that he felt that it was not worthwhile to come here. At this moment, he took a step and headed straight for the mountain peak.

"Although there are few people, we can't waste it." A cruel look flashed in Yichenzi's eyes, and as soon as he got closer, he suddenly raised his right hand and pointed forward fiercely.

With this finger, a wave of ripples suddenly reverberated, turning into a big hand of black mist and roaring towards the mountain peak.

Seeing that the finger of mist was about to come, the clan leader of the Wubing tribe stepped away suddenly. He was in mid-air in an instant. He raised his right hand and waved forward. He let out a low roar, and suddenly a burst of energy erupted on the skinny old man.

A totem power that is extremely sharp.

The metallic totem instantly surged into the sky, heading straight for the big hand of mist.

With a bang, the big hand of mist collapsed. The Wubing Tribe man spurted out blood, and his body fell back. He returned directly to the mountain peak, and spurted out blood again. His body immediately succumbed, and his spiritual energy was almost exhausted. In the midst of a sad smile, all the Crowshen Tribe people behind him,

They all stood up one after another, showing their despair.

"Don't say that your cultivation level has withered now. Even if your cultivation level is as usual, it is not difficult to kill you! But it's just a black god, and that's all. Where is your totem saint ancestor, and where are your tribal magic weapons?

, It is really weak and vulnerable. There is no need for such a tribe to exist. Instead of dying in the catastrophe, it is better to die under my blood sacrifice and become a part of my cultivation." Yichenzi spoke proudly, regarding the tribe's totem saint.

Zu, he has a special way to fight against him, which is what he relies on to conquer the Western Desert and destroy his tribe.

"After the Holy Ancestor comes back, he will definitely not let you go. If you dare to attack our Wushen tribe, you must be prepared to bear the price of the Holy Ancestor's wrath!!" Wu Chen was also in the crowd, his body was shaking at the moment, and he spoke sternly.

.

When his voice came out, the eyes of the surrounding Wushen tribe members seemed to be lit with hope.

"The Holy Ancestor will definitely come back!"

"The Holy Ancestor will return with hope!!"

"The return of the Holy Ancestor? It seems that you are a tribe that has been abandoned by the Totem Saint Ancestors. Even if your Holy Ancestor returns, I, Yichenzi, will seal him so that he can see you being sacrificed to blood with his own eyes." Yichen

After hearing this, Zi smiled with contempt, raised his right hand and waved again.

This time, as the ripples spread rapidly, four pieces of pitch-black mist formed four big hands, roaring like black dragons in the air, heading straight for Wushen Mountain with murderous intent.

At the moment when the people of the Wushen tribe were desperate, just as these four big hands roared towards them, four vines suddenly roared out from the sea water below the top of the mountain. They were so fast that they rushed straight towards these four hands in an instant.

The big hand left, and at this moment, thorns spread rapidly on the mountain peak, directly surrounding the surroundings.

However, on these thorns and on the vines, there is fatigue and weakness, which is very obvious.

It was at this time that eight hundred miles away from the peak of the Wushen tribe, on a rushing river, the void suddenly twisted and spread outward like a tear, forming a ruin cave.

From then on, a figure stepped out of the cave. He was wearing a long green gown, with long swaying hair, a handsome face, and a hint of radiance. It was none other than...Meng Hao!

The process of returning is different from the time when you left. It is like a long-distance teleportation, so there will be deviations. Generally speaking, it is within a thousand miles of the location where you left.

Meng Hao rubbed his brows and glanced around. After confirming his position, his spiritual consciousness also dispersed. But the moment his spiritual consciousness dispersed, Meng Hao felt the vines, and through the vines, he immediately

In his mind, the picture of the Wushen tribe appeared at this moment.

Meng Hao's eyes instantly revealed an indescribable coldness, his voice was like a frosty wind, and his cultivation was so strong that the purple rain falling all around him instantly froze!
Chapter completed!