After understanding the Kuteng tribe's difficulties, Ghost Buddha No Face became even more hesitant.
Because he thought of himself before being adopted by his master:
Children as young as five or six are left wandering on the streets with no support, no clothes to cover their bodies, and no food to eat.
I can only shiver in the cold wind every day... Occasionally, a kind person will give me something to eat, and I will be as happy as the Chinese New Year.
Because he knew that he could survive another day and live one more day.
At that time, what he envied most about other children was that they were loved by their parents and had a home that might not be warm, but would never sleep in the snow...
It is also the sorrow of the weak, and we feel sympathy for each other.
Only those who have been caught in the rain know how to hold an umbrella for others.
As he thought about it, Gui Fo's hand holding the dagger began to tremble.
Panhu and the great shaman looked at each other in disbelief, but they slowly took it back.
Then he kicked the panhu away and held up the already crumbling giant cocoon.
Patriarch Quan Feng could be said to have "lost Jingzhou carelessly" just now, wandering around on the edge of life and death.
Now that I am finally free, I have temporarily lost the courage to fight again.
One flashed among the tribesmen.
The Kuteng tribe warriors on the other side, seeing that their "second warrior" was about to return to the earth, temporarily lost their desire to fight and slowly gathered around him.
His heart was pierced by a canine sword, and the giant cocoon can survive to this day only because of his strong body.
However, he did not regret it and still smiled innocently at the ghost Buddha.
"Guang, bald brother, why didn't you plunge in just now?"
"This, this is good, it seems that my death was in vain... No, but you didn't stab him and me together, I'm very happy... You treat me as a brother...
"
The simple appearance of the giant cocoon once again left Gui Buddha speechless.
Under the bronze mask, two lines of bloody tears actually flowed from Kong's eyes.
It flowed down the pale face and dripped on the white snow.
At this time, the shaman chief priest slowly walked over.
He did not complain about the "women's kindness" of ghosts and Buddhas, but only looked at the cocoon sadly.
"My child, you are about to return to the embrace of your ancestors, but is there anything else you need from your tribe to help you?"
Giant Cocoon slowly shook his head, indicating that he had no wish.
After slowly looking around at his clan members, he suddenly looked up to the sky and roared wildly.
"Old dog, just wait for me!"
"The great little monster, the first warrior of Kuteng Tribe, will definitely avenge me!"
Yan Bi spurted out a mouthful of dark golden blood, and then fell to the ground with a gurgling sound.
By this time, the expressions of sadness on the faces of all the bitter vine giants became even stronger.
With the cocoon and the sluggish ghost Buddha as the center, they formed a circle holding hands, humming a simple and desolate song.
It is the ancient soul burial song.
The great shaman slowly walked to the side of Cocoon's body and put his withered hand on his forehead with a kind look on his face.
"My child, go in peace."
"The spirits of your ancestors will lead you along the path of glory."
"We will avenge you! We will take the enemy's head to pay homage to you!"
After saying that, he took his hand away and dug a long wound on his left face.
Seeing this, the rest of the Kuteng tribe followed suit, slashed the left side of their faces and shouted in unison.
"The spirits of your ancestors will guide you along the path of glory!"
"We will definitely help you get revenge!"
Putting the blood of your loved ones on your hands and cutting the left side of your face is the "face-killing oath" of the Kuteng tribe.
From now on, no matter where the enemy is, they will be killed wherever they are!
There is absolutely no possibility of relaxation!
As a being who has been here since ancient times, Panhu certainly knows the weight of this kind of oath.
Therefore, there was no longer any thought of subduing the high priest.
After calming down for a moment, he walked out from among the kobolds with a grin.
"Hahaha, you, a small and weak tribe that is just surviving, still want to take revenge on me?!"
"Daydreaming!"
"Also, don't think that the Supreme People's lineage will stand up for you. Now they are restricted by their own oaths and can only hide in their ancestral land, hahaha!"
Panhu's arrogance is in sharp contrast to the giants' grief and anger, just like a group of farmers facing vicious bandits.
Although the Kuteng tribe is not weak, it is really not good enough in front of the Inufeng ancestor.
And they are right, it is difficult for people like them to seek revenge on their own.
After all, the unexpected "sneak attack" just now didn't work.
The best lineage now...
At this moment, Gui Fo Wu Mian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head and stared at Panhu coldly.
Panhu was so frightened by the glare from this "madman" that he quickly concentrated on his guard.
"Guifu, what do you want to do?!"
The ghost Buddha suddenly laughed, his shoulders shaking as he laughed, wantonly and arrogantly.
He didn't pay attention to Panhu, but faced all the Kuvine giants.
With a roar, the demonic energy on his body surged and reached the sky, forming a huge grimace in the air.
The Tearing Buddha is suspended in front of the ghost face, looking even more weird.
"Jiejie, Jiejie, just listen!"
"I swear in the name of the Lord of All Demons: From today on, if the Buddha does not save you, I will save you, and if God does not bless you, I will defy Heaven!"
"Now I will help you fulfill your promise and cut Panhu into pieces with a thousand swords to avenge Cocoon!"