The Wushi camp of the Feiqi Tribe is located on a peak that stands thousands of feet high, and there are also several slightly lower peaks nearby.
There is snow in the higher places on the mountain peaks, and there are green mountains and forests in the lower places. From time to time, monks from the Feiqi tribe rise and fall on birds. Further away, there are different clans of the Feiqi tribe, including the Wushi clan.
It is one of the more powerful clans. Small clans can only survive by relying on larger clans.
In the sky, several silhouettes landed, and even those spiritual eagles had lost their former vigor.
In the Wu family camp, several team leaders who returned to the camp to rest were shocked when they saw the scene in front of them. They stood up and faced the three people who landed.
"Wugu, what's going on? Where is your elder brother and Wuliba?" Several team leaders present asked with greatly changed expressions when they saw Wu Gu covered in blood.
"My eldest brother and Wu Liba have all died in the battle. Where is the young patriarch? I want to ask the young patriarch to avenge my eldest brother and his family!" Wu Gu and Wu Lihan, who came down from the Spirit Eagle, also
There was a young monk with a sad look on his face.
"Both the clan leader and the young clan leader went to discuss with the leaders of various factions about the battle against Xuanye City. They are not here now. What? Even your eldest brother and Wuliba died in the battle. What's going on? What did you encounter? It's not about that
Is the golden elixir female cultivator seriously injured? Are all the rest of your two teams killed in the battle?" Several other team leaders asked in shock and anger.
"Dead, all died in battle. Several of them were killed by the seriously injured Jindan female cultivator. However, the Jindan female cultivator was already at the end of her rope and was about to kill the Jindan female cultivator.
But at this time, a silver-haired young man suddenly appeared and rescued the golden elixir female cultivator. The silver-haired young man was in the late stage of foundation building. He also had a sixth-level flying silver corpse, Di Kun. My brother died in that Di Kun.
Under the clutches of the devil." Two lines of tears flowed from Wu Gu's eyes. Since he was born, this is the first time that his relatives who have been born and died with him have suffered such heavy losses. His brother and nephew were killed in this battle.
, only two people, Wulihan and Wuliyu, escaped. His lineage suffered an unprecedented blow, and he still didn’t know how to go back and face the old and young at home.
"What, a late-stage foundation-building monk and a sixth-level flying silver corpse can push you to this point?" Several team leaders had incredible looks on their faces.
"To be precise, there is also the Demon Sword Sect, and the other two masters in the late stage of foundation building, whose strength is not inferior to that of the elder brother. Under the combined attack of everyone, the silver-haired young man rescued them. The silver-haired young man seemed to be very interested in the foundation building.
The monks at the later stage and below have a very strong restraint effect. In the middle stage of foundation building, whether it is a monk or a spiritual bird, facing the silver-haired young man, it is powerless to parry. It is a one-sided massacre." Thinking of the few moves of the silver-haired young man,
There was even a hint of fear in Wu Gu's heart. He had never had such fear towards a foundation-building monk.
"A silver-haired young man can block so many foundation-building monks, and there are also strong men like you and Wu Si. It's really incredible. This shouldn't be his own strength. I think it should be using a...
There are even several extraordinary rare treasures, otherwise how could it be possible to reach such a level? Even the young patriarch may not be so terrifying." A younger monk said unconvinced, with a look of disapproval on his face.
"Well, softness cannot be defended, and toughness cannot last. However, Wu Gu's two teams have suffered such serious trauma, and they have two weaker people, Wu Lihan and Wu Liyu, to leave some blood for the family.
The idea is not too much. However, the majesty of our Wuzhi tribe must not be lost. Since the war with Wangyue Realm, except for large-scale battles, the Wuzhi tribe has never suffered such a big loss in the face of individual monks from Wangyue Realm.
There has never been such a great shame, and this blood debt must be repaid!" Wu Zhan, a mature monk with surging energy and blood in his body, stood tall like a hill, with fighting spirit rising in his eyes.
"No, that silver-haired young man grabbed my eldest brother's strongest Danyuan Fire Thunder Heavy Arrow with one hand. Its strength is not guaranteed to win with more people. Moreover, I have escaped for a while. Where is the opponent now?
I don’t know if I’m going to go, so I’d better report the matter to the clan leader or the clan elders.” Upon hearing this, Wu Gu immediately dissuaded him in a hurry.
"The patriarch is discussing with the leaders of other tribes and sects. The elders of the tribe are also on regular patrol. The Jindan monks who are blocking the Moon Watching Realm cannot get out at all. What's more, he is just a foundation-building monk of the Moon Watching Realm. Please mobilize the tribe.
The elders and clan leaders are making too much of a fuss, aren't they saying that our Wushi tribe has no one? If you spread the word, it will make people laugh for nothing!"
An old man with a face full of ferocious pits objected that the pits on his face were corroded by the venom sprayed by the demon-eating cattle on the grassland. Later, he was lucky enough to be cured of the poison, but the wounds on his face were still there.
It is impossible to recover, and it looks extremely ferocious. However, no one dares to ignore it because of its ugly appearance. Wubi's amazing combat power is famous among the foundation-building monks of the entire Wushi tribe.
The presence.
"Yes, shame can only be washed away with the blood of the enemy." The strong man like a hill said in a black war jar voice.
"But I'm afraid that the silver-haired young man has been gone for a long time. It will not be easy to find him." One of the middle-aged men immediately raised doubts.
"Aren't those weird guys from the Beast Demon Valley also happened to be here? Our Wushi tribe saved several of their disciples before, and this time we are chasing the seriously injured Jindan female cultivator. I believe the other party will be very happy." The ugly old man
Ubi sneered.
"People from Beast Demon Valley? Shaba! He actually has a guy named Golden Thread Rat under his command. He is the best at tracking. As long as there is a trace of breath left in the original fighting place, he will be captured by the opponent. If Shaba is willing to take action, he will find it.
It is indeed not difficult for the severely injured Jindan female cultivator and the silver-haired young man." After hearing Ubi's suggestion, the eyes of all the late-stage cultivators present lit up.
But soon, Wu Bi turned his eyes to Wu Gu, who had escaped from serious injuries, "Wugu, although we have never been on good terms before, I hope you can tell the location of the battle. Now it is not your family's business, but your family's business."
It affects the reputation of the entire Wushi tribe."
Wu Gu moved his throat bone a few times with difficulty. Wu Bi had always had a grudge against him. Wu Bi was also a handsome man in the past, and he was also present when he was injured. The other party complained that he was not able to rescue him well, so they formed a quarrel and continued to fight openly and secretly.
As of now, their family is in trouble and the fighting power they can draw has been greatly damaged. If they object again at this time, I am afraid that Ubi will not hesitate to attack him and the two remaining nephews.