The seven or eight thousand members of the Migratory Locust tribe were all pale-faced and frightened at the moment. They looked in disbelief at the overwhelming demon group in front of them.

The 150,000 demon group was a powerful force that could sweep through all medium-sized tribes. Even some large tribes that did not have the spirit-slaying ancestors were defeated by this powerful strength.

No tribe is willing to go to war with such a powerful demon group, even if they are one of the thirteen subordinate tribes of Yuntian, even if they have seven or eight thousand people at the moment, and there are tens of thousands of locust beasts.

But there was no reason why they had to fight to the death with the Wushen tribe. They said it was for the Five Poison tribe, but for a tribe that had been destroyed long ago, even the Migratory Locust tribe itself did not agree with this excuse.

To put it bluntly, this is obviously Yuntian Dabu finding a reason to protect his own face, so that he can naturally snatch the demon spirits from the Wushen tribe.

And it’s not that we pay special attention to it. Otherwise, if the Spirit-Slaying Ancestor comes forward, there won’t be any suspense.

"One, two, three!" Meng Hao said calmly, looking at everyone in the Locust clan with cold eyes. The moment he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and pointed forward, and a group of 150,000 demons roared and tried to rush out.

At that moment, the scalps of all members of the Migratory Locust clan were numb, and the twelve Nascent Soul elders were even more short of breath.

"Fellow Taoist of the Wushen Tribe, please wait a moment!!" The patriarch of the Migratory Locust Tribe, the old man in the middle, spoke quickly.

Meng Hao paused with his right hand and looked coldly.

"This matter is a misunderstanding. I also ask fellow Taoists from the Wushen Department to give me some time. I will ask the main department for instructions and I will definitely give you an explanation. This war... is actually not necessary to start at all. Fellow Daoist, you said it is

No..." The old man looked at Meng Hao with a wry smile. He sighed in his heart. If he had known that the other party had such a terrifying group of monsters, he would have found a way not to accept this mission no matter what.

"After all, even if you take action and destroy our Migratory Locust clan, most of Yuntian is affiliated with thirteen clans. Once a clan dies, this hatred... will really be irresolvable." The clan leader of the Migratory Locust clan hurriedly

Persuading, at the same time, he took out a jade slip, cultivated it and put it into it.

Meng Hao did not interfere with the opponent's actions. In fact, Meng Hao knew very well that the best way to deal with this battle was to intimidate rather than start a war.

After all, Yuntian is the most powerful one, possessing the spirit-slaying ancestor, and Meng Hao is self-aware. With the current Crow God Tribe, and with his current cultivation level, even if there are 150,000 monsters, they will never be a match for the spirit-slaying power.

Unless...the mastiff wakes up!

But although the mastiff showed signs of waking up, it had not yet fully woken up.

Therefore, showing strength and intimidating the opponent is the best choice. After all, the behavior of the tribe is to measure the effort and gain. And through Zhou Dekun, Meng Hao knew that most of Yuntian's understanding of demon spirits was obviously incomplete, and they did not seem to be very interested.

, optional.

In this case, if the price paid is not high, then most of the people in Yuntian will naturally want to get the demon spirit. However, if after careful consideration, they think that the cost will be huge, then according to Meng Hao's analysis, the other party will most likely give up the demon spirit.

After all, there is no personal enmity between the two parties, and at this critical moment of catastrophe, as the majority, there is also the danger of being annexed, so they do not want to lose their strength in vain.

All these are the opportunities that Meng Hao has grasped.

At this moment, the jade slip in the hand of the Migratory Locust clan chief emits a green light. The light is getting stronger and stronger, and it is dazzling in the blink of an eye. It continues to spread outwards and gradually outlines an illusory figure.

The Lord and the priest of the Locust clan, together with all the clan members, all knelt down and worshiped at this moment.

"Welcome to the envoy!"

As their voices echoed, the cyan figure slowly condensed. After a while, it suddenly appeared and turned into a man. This man looked to be in his thirties, with a handsome appearance, slender eyes, and a cold look on his body.

Although it is illusory, there are still terrifying fluctuations in cultivation spreading out and covering all directions.

His whole body shone with green light. When he looked at the 150,000 monsters surrounding Meng Hao, his expression changed slightly and his eyes narrowed further. Then he looked at all the people of the Wushen tribe. After sensing the evil aura of these people, he

Moved again.

Such a group of monsters frightened him, and such clansmen made him feel like he was seeing the cultivation of the war clan.

Finally, when his eyes fell on Meng Hao, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Blood-faced Ancestor!" He spoke slowly, naming Meng Hao's popular title in the Xuqiao world.

In fact, in the past few years, before the rise of the Black God Division, no one paid attention to it. But after the rise, how could most of the Western Desert tribe not pay attention to it? Naturally, they found out Meng Hao's identity. After all, the Blood Mask,

Too special.

As a result, Meng Hao’s demon spirit origin was also found out.

"It's a pity that Zhao did not go to the Xuqiao Realm last time due to seclusion. However, after hearing that Xu Bai from the Black Dragon Department and Chen Mo from the Talisman Demon Department were gnashing their teeth at you for finally snatching away the demon spirit,

Never forget it."

Meng Hao looked cold and glanced at the illusive man in green robes without saying a word, but the coldness in his eyes became deeper.

"You can choose to destroy the Locust tribe in front of you, but the price is that our Yuntian tribe will use all its strength to kill you and the Wushen tribe completely." The man in green robe said slowly.

"Similarly, you can also choose to surrender and become one of the vassals of my Yuntian tribe. There are two roads. How to choose, you can give me an answer." The man in green robe smiled slightly and spoke slowly.

The members of the Wushen tribe had murderous intent in their eyes, their evil auras gathered, and they were silent. Meng Hao was also silent. For the conditions offered by most of Yuntian, this kind of submission was actually a qualification for survival.

It is conceivable that once you surrender, you can enter the Motu and the journey will be safe. What you will lose is the freedom from future generations.

Meng Hao had no right to make this choice. He turned around and looked at the tens of thousands of people from the Crow God Tribe behind him. Among these tribesmen, less than a thousand were former monks of the Five Tribes of the Crow God, including Wu Chen.

, Wu Ling is also there. They have experienced the war and have grown up now.

As for the others, they were attached during this war. They seemed to have lost their freedom, but in fact, they had already become part of the Crow God Department.

Meng Hao's eyes swept over the members of the Crow God Tribe, and after looking at them one by one, what he saw was silence. In this silence, there was an arrogance that would rather die than lose freedom in order to survive.

It's their choice!

The 150,000 monsters surrounding them roared irritably and flew around in dense numbers, with bloodthirsty expressions in their eyes.

Meng Hao turned his head and looked at the green-robed monk again, his voice echoing at this moment.

"Becoming a subordinate, the Black God Tribe will not choose... If Yuntian wants to fight, I, the Black God, will fight!" Meng Hao said calmly, and when the words came out, the entire Black God tribe was filled with evil energy.

Everyone in the Migratory Locust tribe was breathing rapidly and looking pale. The imbalance in strength gave them no hope of survival. The green-robed monk narrowed his eyes, took a careful look at Meng Hao, and suddenly smiled.

"Zhao has good intentions. Since the Wushen tribe and fellow Taoist people do not want to be affiliated with us, we will let this matter go. All the previous misunderstandings have been wiped out. I wish fellow Taoists and the Wushen tribe to rush to Motu as soon as possible." The green-robed monk smiled and turned around.

In a flash, his body slowly disappeared. After being summoned by the Locust Clan, when he saw the people of the Wushen Tribe and the 150,000 monsters, he understood that this battle... the Yuntian Tribe would not continue.

.

The power of the Wushen tribe makes it qualified to control demon spirits. For a demon spirit, most of Yuntian is not willing to pay a high price, especially after this battle, most of Yuntian's tribes will perish, or even

Many members of the main tribe will also die.

In today's weird and changeable world, which seems peaceful but actually has a lot of secret disputes, most of Yuntian and Motu do not dare to suffer too many losses, especially the ancestors of the Soul-Slaying Ancestors, who cannot come out of Motu at all.

Once you go out and your spiritual energy is cut off, you will most likely face the interception and killing by most of the hostile spirit-killing experts.

In this volatile time, caution and caution are the foundation for a large tribe to thrive.

The Lord of the Locust Clan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly understood why the previous War Clan did not start a war. In his opinion, not starting a war was really a wise choice. No matter who it was, he encountered such a terrifying tribe.

, the scalp will be numb.

He cupped his fists and bowed to Meng Hao, then retreated quickly, taking with him seven or eight thousand tribesmen and tens of thousands of locust beasts, they turned into a yellow cloud, roared away, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Meng Hao raised his right hand and waved, but instead of taking away the demon group, he let them fly around. The flying boat swayed under him, and he took the members of the Crow God Tribe and the 150,000 demon group straight ahead.

, very quickly, he rushed out of the central area of ​​​​the Western Desert and stepped into...

South West Desert!

From here, it only takes half a year to reach Motu.

As Motu got closer and closer, Meng Hao's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the people of the Wushen tribe also became more evil in this excitement and anticipation.

Each of them knows that this last journey will be more difficult than all the previous ones.

But the current Wushen tribe is completely different from before. It has completely risen. It can intimidate most of the tribes with the spirit-slaying ancestors and sweep all the medium-sized tribes. As for most of the tribes without the spirit-slaying ancestors, if they dare to stop them, Wushen

The tribe is still fightable!

But they will not back down. As they move forward, the evil aura is as shocking as a sharp sword unsheathed. The 150,000 monsters roar and roar echo, shaking all directions. It is like setting off a tide of beasts in the sky, lifting up the war boat and riding the wind and waves.

Go straight ahead.

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Chapter completed!