Chapter 935: Canglong Tribe in the Black Water Area
Chapter 935 Black Waters, Canglong Tribe
Above the black water.
There was a fluctuation in the void, and two figures walked out.
A handsome young man in white clothes is in front, and behind him is a slightly greener boy in green clothes.
"This is the dark water.
Where is your Canglong tribe?"
Ye Yun put his hands behind his back and looked calmly at the endless mountains in the distance.
The spiritual energy in the Black Water Area is relatively thin. Compared with the Taishang Domain, it can be called a remote place.
The Canglong tribe where the young man in green belongs is located in the wild wilderness of Black Water.
The so-called wild land is the worst place in the black waters, with thin spiritual energy and inaccessible people.
Of course.
Even if the spiritual energy is thin, it still contains divinity after all. For monks in Cangnan Continent, the wilderness is still the supreme holy land for cultivation.
The young man in green looked around, identified the direction, and whispered: "Senior, the Canglong tribe is not far from here. I will take you there..."
"Okay! Lead the way!"
Ye Yun nodded.
The young man in green took a deep breath, and with an excited expression, he flew quickly in a certain direction.
He knows.
This unfathomable senior brought him out of the Hidden Dragon restricted area with the purpose of helping him avenge himself.
Now we have reached the black waters.
As long as senior takes action, how can a small Crimson Blood Tribe be his opponent?
The two of them flew towards the wilderness, one behind the other.
…
In the vast wilderness, connected by mountains and rivers, hundreds of tribes of various sizes are dotted.
The Canglong tribe is just a small tribe and is weak in strength.
The Scarlet Blood Tribe is a medium-sized tribe with a large number of people and strong men, and its strength far exceeds that of the Canglong Tribe.
The Red Blood Tribe is located in a majestic mountain range.
This mountain is called Tongxue Mountain.
Deep in Tongxue Mountain, in the hinterland of a deep mountain range, there is a dark red ancient palace built.
This is the meeting hall of the Red Blood Tribe.
In the hall.
There were a few people standing there, looking a little anxious.
"Clan leader, is the blood of the blue dragon still not enough?"
A middle-aged man walked around and said nervously.
An old man in red robes was sitting on a dragon chair. His eyes were originally closed, but suddenly he opened them. Two divine lights pierced the void like sharp swords.
"not enough!"
The old man in red robe said in a deep voice.
"The Canglong tribe is just a small tribe with not many people. Some were killed in the battle and some were seriously injured. We also rescued them. Now we are raising them and letting them provide a steady stream of blood. Unexpectedly,
It’s not enough…”
The middle-aged man spread his hands and said helplessly.
"Clan leader, does your red blood magic skill require the blood of a blue dragon?"
Another young man in his thirties asked with a frustrated look.
"Yes, the red blood magic skill is extremely powerful. With the help of the blood of the blue dragon, it will be easier to practice successfully!"
The old man in red robe said slowly.
His eyes are filled with divine light, and every move of his hands and feet is inadvertently releasing infinite majesty.
He is the person with the highest cultivation level in the entire Crimson Blood Tribe.
It has now reached the fourth level of the Divine Lord Realm.
"Clan Leader, it is true that no one has mastered the Red Blood Magic Art for many years, but I heard that our Red Blood Clan once had an outstanding genius hundreds of thousands of years ago, who collected the blood of various mythical beasts and practiced the Red Blood Magic Art.
, look..."
A burly middle-aged man walked over and said with a complicated expression.
The red-robed old man glared and said coldly: "What do you know? Why can't I practice this red blood magic skill for so many years? Is it because the blood is not of high quality?
Don't be suspicious, I have verified it many times over the years. Only by absorbing the blood of the Canglong can I practice the Red Blood Divine Art, so that my Red Blood Tribe can hope to be promoted to a high-level tribe!"
"So that's the case, then I understand, patriarch!"
When the burly middle-aged man heard this, he suddenly understood and lowered his head helplessly.
"By collecting some more blood of the Canglong, I will almost be able to officially complete the training, and by then I will be able to break through to the fifth level of the Divine Sovereign Realm!"
The old man in red robe said calmly.
"Chief, let's increase our efforts and try to catch those fish that slipped through the net as soon as possible!"
The burly middle-aged man said loudly.
"That's fine..."
The old man in red robe thought for a while, and then said with a cold expression: "Did the small team stationed at the Canglong tribe gain anything?"
"No one has returned to the Canglong tribe."
The burly middle-aged man said with a sad expression.
"There is no need to withdraw that team. They will stay there for the time being. I think those who escaped will always find a chance to sneak back. At that time, we will catch them all. Remember, we must catch them alive this time.
, Only in this way can there be a steady stream of blue dragon’s blood!”
The old man in red robe ordered in a deep voice.
"Okay patriarch!"
The burly middle-aged man agreed, turned around and left.
Several other people also said goodbye.
The old man in red robe was the only one left in the entire hall.
"well!"
The old man in red robe suddenly sighed, turned around and walked to a secret room next to him, then closed the door tightly.
This secret room is not big. There is only an ancient altar table, an incense burner on the table, and a statue of the god.
This statue of a god is blood red all over, with a mask on its face and an egg in its arms. It is a bit different. I don’t know what kind of person it is.
A stick of incense was lit.
The old man in red robe bowed and said with fear: "Sir, I have tried my best, but the blood of the blue dragon is still not enough. Please punish me!"
The blood-red statue was silent, as if it were a dead thing.
Waited for a long time.
The old man in red robe found that there was no reaction from the statue, and a hint of joy suddenly flashed in his eyes.
It seems.
The adult did not punish him.
This silent reply seemed to give him another period of time.
"Sir, I'm going out first to collect the blood of the blue dragon!"
The old man in red robe bowed again, then turned and left the secret room.
In the secret room, smoke lingered.
The dark red statue's eyes suddenly brightened slightly under the mask, and a red light flashed past.
"A worthless thing!"
Among the statues, an inaudible voice sounded.
The sound disappears.
The statue fell into silence again.
…
at the same time.
After several hours of flying, Ye Yun followed the young man in green and finally arrived above the Canglong tribe.
The small Canglong tribe is located in a low valley.
Here now.
Almost all the buildings have been destroyed, and there are broken arms and ruins everywhere. Although it looks like it has been through a fierce battle, there is not a drop of blood anywhere.
"Senior, this is my Canglong tribe, and now there is not even a single living person left..."
The young man in green clothes looked at the devastated tribal ruins, his eyes filled with tears, and he burst into tears.
"Haha, how come there are no living people? We, a large group of living people, have been waiting impatiently here for a long time..."
A burst of laughter rang out.
In the ruins in the distance, the formation sent out spatial fluctuations, and seven or eight figures walked out of it.
These seven or eight people were almost all young men in red robes, with cultivation levels at least above the third level of the True God Realm.
"Red Blood Tribe?"
The young man in green looked at these people, his expression slightly startled.
Ye Yun glanced over.
Although these guys are extremely handsome, their bodies are full of blood and energy, and it is obvious that the techniques they practice are also extremely weird.
