This battle lasted for several hours. The prince of the Hengyu tribe fell, the high priest was destroyed physically and mentally, and the other five Nascent Soul monks escaped.

Even though they escaped, Meng Hao quickly caught up with them and killed them all.

He had to kill, unless he chose to surrender, change his totem, believe in Meng Hao, and become a enslaved member of the Crow God tribe. Only in this way could he gain hope. Otherwise, if he was soft-hearted and did not hunt down those who escaped, Meng Hao could imagine

If you get it, the fact that you have a demon spirit will spread at a faster speed.

You must know that it is already difficult right now. If someone takes the initiative to spread the word again, this migration will be even more difficult.

As for the people of the Hengyu tribe, from the previous seven or eight thousand to less than two thousand, they finally chose to submit and become slaves of the Wushen tribe.

There were 60,000 strange monsters, and there were about 50,000 left after the war. These strange monsters were overwhelming and densely packed. Meng Hao was among the monsters, his hair moved without wind, and his blood-colored mask exuded the meaning of blood evil. The whole person looked extremely strange.

A few days later, the Wushen tribe, which had grown to more than 4,000 people, came to the mountain city of the Hengyu tribe. After repairing the place, they took away everything that could be taken away and left.

From this location, go south and walk all the way out of the northern part of the Western Desert, but it will take a long time.

The purple rain is getting bigger and bigger... This rain carries the power of corrosion and extinguishes life. As the rain gradually increases, there are more and more lakes in many places on the ground. From the looks of it, it seems that it won't be long before these lakes will

They will connect to each other one by one, and then turn into the sea.

Time flies. Two years have passed. In the past two years, the Wushen tribe has been moving forward from the northern part of the Western Desert to the south. When they encountered large lakes, they crossed and when they encountered mountains, they walked. Along the way, they encountered seven wars.

After these seven wars, the Wushen tribe has completely risen. The number of tribesmen has increased from four thousand to tens of thousands. Only more than a thousand of them are the former five tribes of Wushen. The other monks are all here again and again.

The prisoners in the war chose to submit to the Crow God, believe in Meng Hao, and became slaves.

Their totems were forcibly changed. They worshiped Meng Hao, obtained one of the four totems of gold, wood, fire, and earth, and called Meng Hao the Holy Ancestor.

The demon group has also gradually increased in number during these several battles, and now it has grown to about 80,000.

The number of Nascent Soul monks has also changed from the previous three to seven. The extra four are cultivators who have chosen to submit to other tribes. For these monks who have submitted, joining the Wushen tribe is equivalent to possessing

A chance to survive in the catastrophe.

Once the Wushen tribe goes to Motu, they can continue to exist.

The roar of the monsters was earth-shattering, causing the Crow God tribe to return to its former glory as the Five Tribes of the Crow God. Coupled with the replenishment of supplies after annexing each tribe, Meng Hao began to refine pills. His pills were sufficient.

After the spiritual stone was copied, it became a must-have for the people of the Wushen tribe.

It is precisely because of the existence of the elixir that these tens of thousands of monks can sustain themselves in the purple rain until now. After all... Even though the Wushen Department has sufficient resources now, it still has not obtained an aircraft.

Large-scale flying magic weapons are expensive and cannot be owned by medium-sized tribes. Only large tribes have magic weapons of this level.

In addition to his desire for aircraft, Meng Hao's expression has become increasingly gloomy in the past two years. He knows very well that the entire northern Western Desert has been plagued by catastrophe for several years, so many tribes have already begun to migrate. Therefore, these two

Years ago, they only encountered seven tribes in total.

But as they continue to move forward, until they leave the northern part of the Western Desert, they will face more tribes, and these tribes all have compasses. Once they see the demon spirit on the compass, it will cause a shocking madness.

.

There is no solution to this matter, the only option is to kill!

Meng Hao's eyes showed a cold light. In the past two years, he had not noticed that he had completely become accustomed to killing.

"If the Wushen Tribe still cannot reach Motu in the end, I will do my best to be worthy of the Golden Crow and the good fortune that the Wushen Tribe has given me." Meng Hao remained silent. He had already done his utmost to be benevolent and righteous towards the Wushen Tribe, not to mention that he had done it.

Extremely similar.

In addition, in the past two years, Meng Hao watched the Purple Rain getting bigger and bigger, and he had some vague feelings in his heart. Since the fire totem can be born from unextinguished fire, and the earth totem can be constructed from frost and earth, then the water totem... is it possible?

, obtained from Purple Rain!

After all, this purple rain is the power of catastrophe. This level of water attribute can extinguish life and isolate spiritual energy. It is extremely extraordinary. If he can master it, if he can turn it into his own water totem, then Meng Hao can not only

The five elements are perfect, and each of the five elements is earth-shattering!

Gold comes from the Golden Crow, an elixir demon born from an ancient elixir, which is rare in the world!

Wood, the strong man of the Nine Seas, came from the Ninth Sea, descended to the south sky and collapsed, his consciousness merged, and he wanted to be reborn, leaving behind a tree, and its name is Qingmu!

Fire, Dandong Invincible Fire, this fire is immortal, eternal in the world, and its origin is mysterious. Meng Hao still doesn’t know the original origin of this fire!

Earth, the power of frost earth, the body of the Frost Earth Demon Emperor, the transformation of a piece of earth from the legend of the Ninth Mountain when the world was created, this earth is unique in the world!

"Water... Purple Rain catastrophe, extinguishing all life, separated from the spiritual energy, there is a dead silence!" Meng Hao's eyes showed a strange light, and behind him, tens of thousands of monks were slowly moving on the ground.

The speed is much faster than two years ago. After all, all the cultivators who surrendered are monks without ordinary tribesmen. Among the earliest more than a thousand people in the Wushen tribe, there were hundreds of ordinary tribesmen, with the help of others.

, will not affect the speed of tribe migration.

In the past two years, not many people have paid attention to the rise of the Wushen tribe. Under this catastrophe, all tribes are eager to migrate and will not pay too much attention to the changes among outside tribes, especially in the chaos of this catastrophe.

, the tribes are also on guard against each other.

But there is a tribe that is opposed to the rise of the Wushen Five Tribes. Always pay attention, this tribe is the old enemy of the Wushen Tribe, the Five Poison Tribes!

On the edge of the northern part of the Western Desert, in the temporary tribe built by the Five Poison Tribe, in the main tent, a total of thirteen tribal priests were sitting cross-legged. In the middle, there were two old men.

One of them was the clan leader of the Five Poison Tribes, and the other... was the great priest who led an army that day to destroy the Five Tribes of the Crow God.

"It is certain that there are demon spirits in the Wushen tribe." The silence in the main tent was broken by the high priest, who spoke hoarsely.

"We have contacted most of the Yuntian tribe. There are spirit-slaying ancestors in the Yuntian tribe. They have the qualifications to enter Motu. But once we choose to attach to the Yuntian tribe... From then on, everything in the tribe will lose its independence and become

Attached.

The Holy Ancestors are unwilling to agree to this matter."

"If we don't choose to rely on most of Yuntian, then the only hope before us is to kill the Wushen tribe and rob the demon spirits of this tribe, especially before this news has spread from the northern part of the Western Desert to other regions...

…This is our only chance!”

"Yes, once the news spreads to the north, in the central area, there is a large gathering of various tribes at this moment, and the further south, the more tribes there are. As long as the Wushen tribe steps into the central area, the news of the demon spirit will

Can’t hide it.”

"If we obtain the demon spirit, we can use the demon spirit to make a deal with Yuntian Dabu, and give the demon spirit to Yuntian Dabu in exchange for the opportunity to have an independent tribe."

In the main tent, everyone spoke one after another. When the voices echoed, the clan leader of the Five Poison Tribe remained silent.

"The envoy from Yuntian Dabu will not arrive in two months according to the time agreed with us."

"But in the past two years, during our secret investigation, the number of members of the Crow God Tribe has reached tens of thousands, and there are even tens of thousands of strange monsters. Especially the great master, Long Meng Hao, can rival thousands of cultivators by himself! This time

Fighting is not easy."

"It's just a mob. If our troops go out with all our strength, we will definitely wipe out this Crow God tribe within three days and get the demon spirit before others!"

During the ongoing discussion in the main tent, a cough came from the mouth of the old man. Immediately, the tent became quiet and everyone looked at him.

"The Holy Ancestor is not willing to rely on most of the tribe, and neither are we... Then let's start a war. Fight again with the Black God Tribe and snatch their demon spirits. This will be an opportunity for our tribe to survive!" The clan leader said with eyes.

When he spoke decisively and slowly, all the priests around him stood up and bowed their heads.

"As for the chief minister Long Menghao... there is still a drop of heaven's blood in the tribe, so with this blood, the souls of ten thousand people in the tribe have been fused, so this man will be beheaded!"

"The blood of heaven, that is..." The high priest on the side was stunned and was about to speak.

"I have given up my will. When Long Menghao, the chief minister of the Wushen Tribe, dies, we are waiting for the moment to attack!" The clan leader spoke decisively, and others around him nodded after being silent.

Not long after, in the temporary residence of the Five Poison Tribe, nearly 50,000 members of the Five Poison Tribe surrounded the five statues and knelt down. If seen from the sky, the members of the Five Poison Tribe formed a flower with five petals.

In the middle, there was the clan leader and others. Not long after, Duke Bi took out a drop of purple blood and threw it into the sky.

At the same time, the tens of thousands of tribesmen around him immediately heard the sound of a mantra as they knelt down in worship. This sound was very strange. When it came out, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the purple rain all around seemed to fluctuate.

"Rong Ling!" The clan leader roared, and immediately 50,000 clan members bit their tongues and spurted out a drop of blood. Their blood instantly flew straight into the sky, and after merging with the purple blood, this mass

The blood grew bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into dozens of feet, and then slowly shrunk, until it turned into about half a foot, it actually appeared in human form.

His face was revealed, his eyes opened and closed, and a ray of blood emitted. After glancing at the ground in mid-air, he seemed to feel the wishes of the more than 50,000 monks below. After a slight nod, his body swayed and he ran straight into the distance.
Chapter completed!