At the same time, Ling Shuang regained her freedom and fell from mid-air, and the divine ban that enveloped the Ling tribe's village also disappeared.
"Ho, ho..." The warriors of the Ling tribe instantly understood what was going on, and they roared excitedly. They had narrowly escaped death, but the guy who was said to be the Witch God actually died.
Lingshan rushed to the weak Lingshuang and helped her up, feeling a sudden rebirth in his heart.
"Qi Bei, where is Qi Bei?" Ling Shuang stood up. Her divine crystal was broken, but the divine realm was still there. As soon as the altar and the divine chain disappeared, the divine power in her body began to slowly recover. There was no trace of it just now.
Now that he was strong enough to stand up, he was frantically looking around for traces of Qi Bei.
Lingshan also looked around, but there was no trace of Qi Bei. He suddenly thought, maybe Qi Bei and the witch god died together.
For a moment, the ecstatic Ling tribe warriors also fell silent. Now everyone knew Qi Bei's identity, and no one wanted anything to happen to him.
Ling Shuang pushed Ling Shan away and walked forward blankly. At this time, she was like a lost little girl looking for her way home.
Without Qi Bei, what she insisted on and pursued seemed to collapse. Before, she was still practicing hard, but the purpose of her hard training was to follow Qi Bei's pace.
At this moment, a bit of golden light burst out like the sun, and Qi Bei's figure appeared in the golden light.
"Shuang'er, where are you going?" Qi Bei shouted as he looked at the lost Ling Shuang in front of him.
Ling Shuang's body stiffened, and she turned around suddenly to see Qi Bei looking at her with a smile.
"Qi Bei..." Ling Shuang shouted and threw herself into Qi Bei's arms, choking and saying, "I... I thought..."
"Think I'm dead?" Qi Bei patted Ling Shuang's pink back.
Ling Shuang nodded in Qi Bei's arms, her heart gradually becoming calmer.
It's not that Ling Shuang is too fragile, but that all women in love are fragile.
Qi Bei hugged Ling Shuang and suddenly thought of a problem, a very real problem. As his strength became stronger and stronger, and the levels he came into contact with became higher and higher, a strong person who could threaten his life might appear at any time.
Come out.
For example, the witch god just now should have existed since ancient times. His strength is indistinguishable. Even so, he is at a disadvantage when dealing with it. If it weren't for the necklace around his neck, it has infinite power over people and gods with witch powers.
It's hard to say what comparable control effect is in this battle today. Although Qi Bei has not fully exerted his strength, he feels that even if he wins, it will most likely be a miserable victory. If he is unlucky, he may just lose it.
Maybe he will fall.
If one day he really falls, what will happen to those women who regard him as their root and their soul?
This is a difficult problem to solve, so for their sake, he can't die.
At this time, everyone in the Ling tribe's village was cheering and cheering, celebrating that the Ling tribe had escaped this disaster.
In the Ling tribe's sacrificial temple, there are only three people: Qi Bei, Ling Shan, and the Ling tribe's witch father.
"Is this witch god sent by the Meng tribe?" Qi Bei asked.
"There's no mistake. I can't forget the aura of this Witch God. It definitely belongs to the Meng tribe. I just didn't expect that the divine body and soul were so broken that he was still lingering. However, after all, his strength was once comparable to the existence of the junior God's residence, isn't it?
An ordinary true god can deal with it." The witch father said. After speaking, he glanced at Qi Bei in surprise. It was obvious that he was not an ordinary true god. He destroyed the witch god, but he was not harmed at all.
"The Meng tribe... huh, he used this trump card. He should have wanted to kill us in one fell swoop, but it didn't work. He also lost this trump card. He stole chicken but lost rice, but they bullied us too much.
I can't bear this tone." Qi Bei said in a yin voice, with a layer of evil aura in his eyes.
"What are you going to do?" Lingshan asked.
"Rush directly to the main village of the Meng tribe and destroy their witch temple. As for the temple scepter and other things, leave it to the Liao tribe and the Ming tribe. They will never want to eat fat without having to exert any effort. How can it be so good?
Besides, the Ling tribe should be able to become stronger during this period, and when the Demeng tribe really collapses, they will be able to grab more resources." Qi Beidao.
"Then today you killed the Mongolian tribe's witch god, do you want to spread the word?" Lingshan asked.
"You just have to figure it out," Qi Bei said.
"Then let's spread the news, and even exaggerate it. After this incident is spread, let's see if the Liao Tribe and the Ming Tribe dare to extend their claws to our Ling Tribe again." Lingshan said fiercely. Now, the momentum of their Ling Tribe's rise is rising.
It's already unstoppable.
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A few days later, the Meng tribe's biggest trump card, an ancient wizard god, went to exterminate the Ling tribe, but was wiped out by the guardian of the Ling tribe, the dragon demon Qi Bei. The story spread throughout the Eastern Region.
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For a moment, the entire Eastern Region was shaken by this. This was not just a rumor. The Ling tribe used witchcraft to preserve the image of the witch god turned into fragments, and copied thousands of them and distributed them.
The name Dragon Demon Qi Bei has once again reached a peak in reputation in the Eastern Region. He is a powerful man who can even kill the ancient witch god. How strong is that?
Many large and small tribes began to defect to the Ling tribe. They saw that the Meng tribe was about to fall and the Ling tribe was about to rise. The sooner they defected, the greater the attention and power they would gain. This made the Ling tribe's momentum
It has also reached a peak.
The leader of the Liao tribe, Chi Lizi, was silent for a while after looking at the image left by the shamanic shadow technique, and said: "Stop suppressing the Ling tribe and attack the Meng tribe with all your strength."
At the same time, the leader of the Hades tribe also issued the same order.
The two top tribes issued this order almost at the same time. No one of them wanted to provoke a strong man who could kill the remaining shaman gods of the Meng tribe. Even if it was still a three-legged situation in the end, the Liao tribe and the Ming tribe
They also have the advantage of having a good foundation, so why bother fighting to the death with the Ling tribe?
At this time, the atmosphere in the main village of the Mongolian tribe seemed extremely depressed.
The feeling of being relaxed, laughing and scolding before was no longer there, replaced by silence and depression.
The leader, Meng Huang, stood in the sacrificial temple and did not say a word for a long time, but the exposed veins on his hands were enough to show that his heart was in turmoil at this time.
"How could this happen? How could the dragon demon Qi Bei have such strength? If he really had such strength, why would he need to escape when he was in a different space?" Emperor Meng kept thinking about this problem, but it was useless to think about it again.
The Witch God had indeed been killed, and not even a trace of his soul could escape. This made Emperor Meng suddenly feel a kind of fear that he had not felt for many years.
In the sacrificial temple, several elders of the Mongolian tribe began to argue.
"It's all you. Why did you propose to help the Sui tribe and end up provoking such a great god?"
"How do I know he is so powerful? If I had known he was so powerful, I would have tried my best to make friends with him."
"Yes, Lingshan only gave away one daughter, but she got such a powerful power. We in the Meng tribe are full of beauties. If we had known, we would not have ended up like this if we had given away ten or eight daughters."
Emperor Meng suddenly turned around and shouted: "Shut up, everyone."
Suddenly, everyone in the temple did not dare to make a sound.
"Are you all weaklings? Now you don't know how to survive the crisis at hand, but you are still thinking about how to please the dragon demon. We, the Meng tribe, have been handed down from generation to generation by the great witches in ancient times, and have created you weaklings?
"Huang Meng roared angrily...
The elders and wizards of the Meng tribe lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything.
"Now our Mongolian tribe is against the wall and everyone is pushing us. Everyone is trying to bite off a piece of our flesh. We have no way out. We can only pick up weapons and fight for our lives. If you don't even have the courage to fight, leave as soon as possible.
Meng tribe." Emperor Meng took a deep breath to calm down his anger and shouted in a low voice.
"Chief, aren't you just trying your best? We want to show those guys who want to destroy our Meng tribe. If they want to tear a piece of flesh from us, then they have to pay with their lives." A magic witch raised his head and shouted.
"Yes, we will fight tooth for tooth, blood for blood, and kill them without leaving a single piece of armor behind." An elder hissed.
"Tooth for tooth, blood for blood!" Everyone's emotions were aroused and they all roared.
Emperor Meng nodded with satisfaction and shouted: "This is the bloody spirit of our Meng tribe. If the order continues, we will no longer just passively defend, but launch a desperate counterattack. Don't stick to the major territories. Let them take it away if they want."
, we all wandered away and attacked the nests of those tribes."
"Yes, leader." These core figures of the Mongolian tribe all responded, and then went out to order the warriors and strongmen of their respective tribes to launch a counterattack against the tribes that dared to invade them.
The storm in the Eastern Region became even more violent, sweeping away almost all tribes, large and small, except for the major sects.
The Mongolian tribe's counterattack probably caught many people off guard. Who would have thought that the Mongolian tribe would abandon all major territories and begin to hide. Just when the major tribes were cheering and occupying large areas of territory and resources,
However, their tribe's headquarters was bloodbathed by the Mongolian tribe.
At this time, the warriors of the Fen tribe had just occupied a territory of the Meng tribe and were recuperating.
"Chief, our tribal villages were bloodbathed by the Mongolian tribe." Just as Fentian was looking at the distribution map of the Mongolian tribe's territory, a tribal warrior rushed in to report.
Fentian showed no emotion and said calmly: "Let's just say it's a bloodbath. We carry the statue of the witch god and the scepter with us. Wherever we go, that's the headquarters of our Fen tribe."
"Uh... yes, the leader is wise." The warrior complimented and retreated. The Fen tribe was a newly-established tribe, and they didn't have much affection for the tribe's headquarters. They were united mainly by Fen Tian.
He had great prestige, so after hearing what Fen Tian said, he didn't care much, as long as there were treasures to grab and women to play with like during this period.
After the warriors of the tribe went out, Ke Lier walked over with her small waist twisted, held Fentian's neck from behind, and said with a sweet smile: "Chief, you are really prepared for a rainy day, and you have made plans long ago. Now some tribes
When the lair was picked up, the fat that had been spat out into the mouths was retracted one by one, but as for us, we had no such worries at all."
Fen Tian quite enjoyed Ke Lier's compliment, although he actually didn't consider it at all. He carried the statue of the witch god with him, and of course he had his own reasons.
Coriel's pair of murderous weapons rubbed Fen Tian's back, but her jade hands reached for his hood.
Fen Tian was originally excited by the teasing, but when he saw that she wanted to pull off his hood, he reached out and grabbed her hand like lightning. The force was so strong that Coriel let out a half-serious cry of pain.
It's within the tolerance range, but it's really painful.
"What are you doing?" Fen Tian said in a deep voice.
"I...I just want to see you." Ke Lier sobbed. Even though Fentian was wearing a hood, she had actually seen his appearance clearly. What she didn't understand was why he even had sex with her.
In that case, the hood would not be taken off, and the reason why she wanted to take it off was because she realized that taking off the hood would further open up his defenses and let her know more secrets.
Fen Tian turned around, looked at Ke Lier's pitiful appearance, and said, "Do you really want me to take it off?"
"Yeah." Corelle nodded, but then shook her head and said, "No, no, if you don't want to, forget it."
"Actually, it's nothing. Haven't you already seen it?" Fen Tian said, reaching out and taking off the hood.
After taking off the hood, the hideous scar on his face was even more terrifying, like a centipede, and would tremble from time to time.
Coriel looked at him with fascinated eyes, stretched out her little hand and touched him gently.
Fen Tian subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but for some reason, Ke Lier's gentle gaze made his heart flutter slightly.
"It's so manly. This is a scar that represents a man's glory." Coriel said in admiration while stroking it.
Fen Tian felt a little intoxicated. This was the first time he took off his hood in front of a woman, and was praised so much by her.
However, when she said that this scar was a scar of honor, his heart stung, and some embarrassing past events came to his mind again.
"This is not glory, this is shame." Fentian said, pushing Coriel to turn around, pressing her waist down, raising her buttocks, and then penetrated hard.
After a long time, Fen Tian finished venting his anger, and the depression in his heart dissipated a little, and he put his hood back on.
Coriel was lying softly and weakly, and suddenly said quietly: "Chief, recently that Russo has been looking at me with a disgusting look, and also smiled at me shamelessly."
"You are so coquettish, even a man has lust for you." Fen Tian said lightly. The strange thing is that he feels for Ke Lier just like some open-minded tribal men feel for their women. Others admire and admire her, and he
On the contrary, I feel that this is what it should be.
"I hate it. Even though it is like this, I still don't like him. He always tries to strike up a conversation with me. Last time he even asked me if there was any secret about the witch god statue enshrined by my tribe." Corelle pretended to be casual.
Fentian's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if someone had touched his reverse scales. (To be continued...)