Chapter 718: Dao Protector Beast, Goodbye Jin Emperor
"King, this tribe also belongs to the Mangshan ethnic group. They obey the orders of the Mangshan ethnic group, recharge their batteries in the tribe, and are always ready to attack the human race."
Qimang came to Li Changan and said,
"The whistle that was just sent over, in the name of the Jumang tribe, went in and asked."
"King Mangshan has rushed to the front line. They should be recruited to fight on the front line soon."
"King, what should we... do next?"
Li Changan smiled disdainfully, "A war against the human race? If this kind of tribe goes to the front line, what is it if it's not a dead end?"
"Give them one last chance."
"Otherwise, just send them to be cremated directly."
Qimang sent another spy to negotiate with the tribe.
However, this time, after waiting for half an hour, the spies did not come back.
Li Changan also knew what the other party's choice was.
He raised his big hand high, "Attack!"
"Everything gained from the harvest belongs to the soldiers."
As his hand fell.
For a moment, the roar of the mountain and the tsunami-like shouts of killing resounded through the sky.
The ground rumbled and trembled, as if a big earthquake had occurred.
The huge movement of landslides and ground cracks seemed to turn the tribe in front of them into rubble.
One by one, the Li Wus rushed out of the forest, and the Nuo Wus also rushed towards the medium-sized tribe.
Li Changan sat high on the black-armored Tyrannosaurus, looking at the charging army that separated from him and then quickly rejoined, nodding with satisfaction.
Qimang didn't take action, and the Zhong tribe didn't need him to take action yet.
He stood quietly next to the black-armored tyrannosaurus, looking at the fight that was already taking place in front of him, "King, shall we continue heading south?"
Li Changan did not take his eyes away from the tribe and replied, "The north is close to the human battlefield, and the chance of being involved in the war between the two tribes is too high."
"With our strength, we can only show off our power in the rear. We really have to go to the battlefield between the two races."
"It's incredible luck to survive the first charge."
"The human race is physically weak, but their grammar is too difficult."
"On the battlefield between the two races, the results are not as easy as imagined."
It was rare that King Netherworld actually explained several sentences, and Qimang bowed his head in flattery.
Although the Netherworld King is not the Witch King yet, since he saw it more than ten days ago, he can almost massacre a large tribe.
Qimang even said that even if King Netherworld is not the Witch King now, as long as he doesn't die on the way, he will definitely be the Witch King in the future.
And he must be a strong one among the Witch Kings.
There is no difference between shouting now and shouting later.
The fighting among the tribes quickly became intense.
The fire engulfed the tribe, and standing in the mountain forest, one could feel the scorching power coming from the tribe.
Li Changan waited patiently. For him, war is the best resource for cultivation.
It is too inefficient to just kill by yourself.
How is it like starting a war?
An hour of tribal warfare is worth half a day of fighting with your own life.
Even if you kill so many chickens, your hands will be sore.
What's more, the Wu tribe is a race with extremely strong resistance.
As time goes by, the battle line has advanced from outside the tribe to within the tribe.
Although this tribe is a medium-sized tribe, its core strength is 10,000 adult witches.
But facing an army of 200,000 torches, it was like a small wave rising up in a big river.
The gap between the two sides is too great to form effective resistance at all.
Half an hour later, the war ended.
The Netherworld tribe's hundreds of thousands of troops were like a flood bursting its banks, quickly overwhelming the medium-sized tribe opposite.
In all directions there are ruins and debris after the battle.
The powerful witches carried the looted supplies, while the remaining witches, under the command of Qimang, carried the corpses after the war.
The entire tribe was enveloped in firelight.
Li Changan stood in front of the fire that filled the sky, opened his mouth and swallowed tens of thousands of drops of witch essence and blood into his belly.
On the ancient planet Yingluo,
The Nether Emperor looked at the increasing number of remnant souls in front of him and couldn't help laughing.
Starting from the opposite corner of his head, a dark red aura of disaster emerged, and quickly flowed downwards, soon completely covering the Netherworld Emperor.
An aura that was completely different from the Dharma's appearance escaped from the Netherworld Emperor.
In addition to his stronger divinity, the Netherworld Emperor seems to have become a little more nihilistic, but his connection with the ancient star Yingluo has become closer and closer.
outside the sun,
The Great Sun Tathagata casually enlightened the newly appeared remnant soul, and then continued to focus on the demon not far away.
The aura on this devil's body is very strange.
Although he is extremely powerful, he seems to be unable to see the rules and has almost no use of them.
He was able to get so close to the Sun Star solely by relying on the power of worship from the surrounding remnant souls and his own strong strength.
The capital of the Jin Kingdom,
The Holy Land of Bailu Academy Main Campus,
The Cangsheng Sheji Ding in the hands of Taishang Hongchen is burning with the incense of human beings, and the smoke it emits becomes more and more ethereal like a fairy.
The five-element mica beside Him has turned into a jade cocoon, absorbing the smoke of the mortal world and exuding a faint vitality.
Taishang Hongchen seemed to have caught something. The purple-leaf banana robe on his body moved without any wind. A sapphire-like aura that had never appeared before was caught by it and pressed on the Taoist robe.
Taishang Hongchen suddenly felt more harmonious with his surroundings and no longer felt out of place.
In an instant, a vast world slowly opened its door to him.
…
Li Changan commanded the Netherworld army and marched southward again, leaving only the remains of the tribe in ruins.
War is undoubtedly the fastest way to consume the enemy.
He was sitting on the black-armored Tyrannosaurus, refining the newly obtained blood essence.
Now, the power of Qi and blood in Li Changan's body is like the Yangtze River, with rolling waves.
You can even hear the sound of water flowing from his body.
The majestic and rich vitality was continuously refined into every trace of flesh and blood by Li Changan.
Strength is improving all the time.
The early stage of the second transformation of the golden body, the middle stage... it is almost to the late stage, and then it stops.
In a short period of time, his cultivation level skyrocketed crazily.
Li Changan clenched his fist, feeling the violent power in his body, and whispered to himself, "I need more wars..."
He was behind the Netherworld army and smoothly eliminated the traces of the army's advance.
He glanced behind him and saw that there was the direction of the battle line between the Witch Clan and the Human Clan.
I hope that my series of killings and battles can slightly relieve the pressure on the front line.
…
Time passes day by day,
The Nuo shaman king on the front line, that is, the Mangshan King of the Mangshan ethnic group, was furious when he received the news from the whistle.
"What did you say? The Jumang tribe has been turned into ruins!?"
The spy was trembling with fear, fearing that King Mangshan would slap him to death in a rage.
"Yes, yes...King, the Jumang tribe has been reduced to ruins, as if...as if they were all killed."
The spy kept burying his head downward, trying his best to hide himself for fear of being angered.
"There are blood stains everywhere on the ground and on the walls. Someone should have broken into the tribe and started killing."
"But no body was found."
In the tent, the aura of King Mangshan was as deep as a prison, like a volcano about to erupt. The terrifying momentum did not erupt, making the spies' liver and gallbladder burst.
King Mangshan's eyes were filled with coldness, "Have you checked the surrounding mountains and forests?"
"How could all of the more than 200,000 Jumang tribe members be slaughtered?"
The spy quickly said, "My subordinates searched around a three hundred mile radius and found no trace."
"There are no signs of extensive destruction in the mountain forest."
King Mangshan continued to sneer, and the violent murderous intent on his body became more intense, "Very good, it's like disappearing out of thin air."
"It seems that the Witch King is willing to degenerate and want to become a despicable rebel against the ancestors!"
"He has refined the entire tribe's witches into blood essence!"
"Continue to find the next tribe and report back immediately if you have any news."
When the spy heard this, he immediately stepped back cautiously. Only when he was far away from the tent did he feel relieved and suddenly he was covered in cold sweat.
Just now, he had walked through the gate of hell several times, for fear of being photographed to death.
In front of the Witch King, their lives were just worthless.
When the Witch King is angry and furious, life or death depends entirely on the other person's preference, and he has no control over himself.
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Bailu Academy position,
The students who were waiting for the Wu Clan's attack were surprised to find that under normal circumstances, the Wu Clan's attack should have already begun.
But today, the Witch Clan's attack has not appeared for a long time.