The wind blew, letting the smell of blood fade away, and some figures intertwined, adding a touch to the smell of blood from time to time.

At this time, the Baofeng tribe and the Tianhu tribe lost 30% of their troops, including many masters in the divine realm, but most of them were spiritual cultivators. When they arrived at the divine realm, their life level would enter a special level. Unless they were fatal damage, they would be difficult to die and their vitality was extremely tenacious.

As for the realm of transformation of the gods against the wood name, it is not that it is not weak, but the realm of the wood name is common sense, and it is even equivalent to some monsters of the same realm.

Some ordinary people looked at the eyes of fear, and watched some figures crisscrossing, and the swords and swords were shining with cold light, making them feel that life was not under their control.

When some monks see them, they will occasionally wave a palm and take away their lives.

Some people also turn a blind eye. Apart from the great effect of sacrificing sacrifices, ordinary people do not have any other threats, but people's hearts are still different.

The totem of the Salt Stone Clan appeared, and his eyes fluctuated.

"It's past... it has nothing to do with them!" His body burst into infinite light, and then figures on the ground flew into the air one after another. He waved behind him, and a space cracked and sent those figures into it. There were already dense figures in the space, which seemed extremely crowded.

Yin Mingxin said: "This is war. If our clan faces such a situation, there will probably be no difference, or even worse!"

The old man stopped talking, but snorted coldly and came again.

"It doesn't mean much more. You and I have essentially reached an immortal state. If you and I continue to fight, you and I will not be able to fall well. If you command more people to die, the winners and losses of the grassroots level have been decided!"

Yin Mingxin said again, just taking a sharp move, and there was no room for relief.

At this moment, there is no longer much suspense in the war. The two tribes have no difference in the foundations of the Salt Stone Clan. Moreover, the Salt Stone Clan should have been a combination of the Salt Stone Clan. However, the Stone Clan defected, and the remaining Salt Clan was much weaker.

Many people in the Salt Stone tribe couldn't understand why it was incredible that the two tribes that were supposed to be recruiting to kill them together.

Little did they know that these two seemingly inconspicuous tribes had the heart of tigers and wolves, and had the power of tigers and wolves, and they were never willing to become a medium-sized tribe.

If the Baofeng tribe had not been the disaster of the extermination of the clan, how could it have been settled in a corner? As for the Tianhu tribe, how could Xue Limeng be a person who could come and go whenever he called, and a mountain god who dared to challenge the lonely royal family, naturally would not have too many concerns!

On one side, he is as powerful as the battle, he becomes more and more brave as he fights; on the other side, he will die if he doesn't fight. Both sides are red in their eyes, and there is no possibility of retreating.

Commander Jin cut off a God Transformation Realm, threw his head into the crowd in front of him with a sword and a finger, and took the lead, and broke into the enemy group. His cultivation was not high, but it inspired too many people. The people behind him roared, regardless of his cultivation, he just rushed all the way!

On the other side, some people began to break through. The more people gathered, the less space they had for their activities. Some people knew that if they didn’t change anything, they would probably explain it here.

For a time, the league suffered a lot of casualties, and the rebound power was even greater than before.

Commander Jin stood still and stopped fighting, but was pondering, as she watched the battle above her head.

Waiting for a while, when she saw the war appearing one-sided, she suddenly waved her hand and several commanders behind her scattered. After a while, there was a gap in the originally airtight circle.

Suddenly, the trapped salt stone tribe found a catharsis port as if the flood from the drain gate was found, and a torrent shot out.

They saw hope for life, so they scrambled to the forefront, but the more they did, the more they killed them.

Some people were very angry. They saw the intentions of the Baofeng tribe, but they had no choice but to do so because the people behind them turned around and fled, so they could only follow the trend!

On the other hand, when the Alliance Army saw the enemy defeat, they dared not delay and pursued them desperately.

Two torrents chased after one after another, no, there was a roar, which was a fierce battle, but with the hope of Shengcun, there was no place to dare to fight. Although the senior officials stayed behind and cut off the rear, they were only submerged by the Alliance Division that was chasing. Seeing this, the monks fled even more desperately.

The bodies of the Salt Stone Clan were discarded all the way, and blood soaked the earth, like a blood-colored river flowing through it.

After half of the Salt Stone Clan disappeared into the rugged mountain road, Commander Jin came out to seal his fate, and the crowd began to shrink, and then went back to the foundation of the Salt Stone Clan to start the final cleaning.

The Totem Saint Ancestor saw his clan members pushing far away, his body flashed and flew away. He wanted to protect his clan members, otherwise those clan members would only be killed.

Yin Mingxin did not pursue him and allowed him to leave. The two of them were just restraining each other.

Looking at the figure who was escaping from afar, she shook her head slightly. The memories of the past came, and the same was true back then. Most of the combat power was lost. In the end, she had to self-destruct, which completely cut off her thoughts from her opponent, and thus she saved some of her bloodline.

The same is true for the Salt Stone Clan now. With 60% or even 70% of the cultivators, there is no place to turn over. From then on, they can only join a medium-sized tribe. Just like the royal family back then, they have declined to become the current Baofeng tribe. Not only has the tribe name changed, but they have even forgotten the glory of the past!

If it weren't for the many accumulations and hidden backgrounds back then, how could this happen today? The rise of a tribe is too difficult, far better than the rise of a tribe!

It started raining in the sky, and lightning and thunder were roaring. Yin Mingxin flew into the thunderstorm. Soon, a cloud flew away, and the sky gradually became clearer and the rain gradually disappeared.

Lao Shan Shen and Yin Mingxin stood together in the air, looking at the dilapidated city, looking at each other, feeling quite emotional!

"it's over!"

Laoshan Shinto looked confused, as if he had returned to the past. He was just one of the people who fled for his life. After many years, he stood on the enemy's territory. For him, some things in the past have ended, just today.

"Fate is like grass, the world is rolling, all is dust, all is a sea of ​​suffering. You and I are just fallen leaves and that small boat is not as comfortable as an ordinary person!" Yin Mingxin said, and his words were no longer as good as an old man who had lived for too long, full of vicissitudes of life.

Laoshan’s god’s nod, because he understands that feeling!

No one likes to kill, but at this time they are being an executioner, constantly reaping their lives! The blood has long been soaking their body and mind, and has also brought fatigue!

A shrill roar accompanied by a roar, a monk exploded, and Xue Limeng was in a mess, but he was holding a head in his hand, and his eyes were cold.

"Looking for death!" She spit out two words, and then the head in her hand exploded.

Chongyue wanted to stop it, but it was too late. At this time, the bodies fell in mid-air. They were all cultivators on the enemy's central tent, and their cultivation was very high. However, when they met Xue Limeng, they did not escape at will.

Nine figures flew into Xue Limeng's body, and her breath became obscured.

Gu Yue and Huang Lao Monster flew over, and both of them were already in the realm of God Transformation. Huang Lao Monster had a faint decay aura, but there was another vitality brewing in his body.

"Can you still pursue me?" said Huang Laoqian, his words very respectfully.

Xue Limeng glanced at the Baofeng tribe and found that they had all retreated. He also said, "Don't chase the enemy, the witch clan without tribes may not be long!"

Commander Jin flew into the sky and bowed silently.

"It's done well!" Lao Shan Shen praised, smiling, "It's a circumference of three quotas and one, and it's not rushing or greedy, and it's like a general!"

Commander Jin bowed his head and said nothing.

"Let's rest, heal the wounds that should be healed, the guards of the guards, you can arrange it!"

Commander Jin took the order and left, landed on the ground, and a monk approached.

"Take all the wounded to the outer city and organize a wizard to treat him!"

The monk left immediately. Soon, Gu Yue also fell down. The two of them looked at each other and nodded.

"Will you open the underground palace?" Gu Yue asked, but it was just a formality, and her tone was very certain.

The same was true for Commander Jin, saying, "Fortunately, they were in a hurry, otherwise they would have to dig out all the veins!"

Speaking of this, General Jin said: "But now that the crystal soul has flew away, I am afraid that this place will be the same as other places in less than a few years!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a sound of breaking through the air in the distance. A huge huge shaft kept rolling, and rivers splashed from it and exploded one after another.

There were even roars sandwiched in it.

The Old Mountain God made a move, and the scroll fell into his hands. A blue-eyed golden crystal beast appeared, the size of a palm, but it was angry and full of flames. However, it could not hurt the Old Mountain God at all.

"You entered the holy land of our clan. There were three monsters there, which was also good for your growth!"

The blue-eyed golden crystal beast with flames burning all over his body stopped struggling, and a tender voice came from, "Imprison me?"

The old mountain god shook his head and smiled and said, "Let you be free. You are a spiritual creature on the earth. I will not treat you anything. Moreover, the methods of our clan are suitable for your practice and can help you grow. Didn't you forget them all back then?"

The little beast dissipated the flames, and its eyes were a little unnatural, and it seemed to dodge a little.

The old mountain god removed the imprisonment, but the little beast did not leave, but said, "I will take away the veins here too!"

The old mountain god hesitated for a moment and looked at Xue Limeng. Xue Limeng said, "Yes, but, I have given all the crystals underground!"

The old mountain god's face turned dark, but he nodded in the end.

"Mountain God, your arm?" Chongyue glared at Xue Limeng, but he couldn't say anything.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal to lose some energy to repair it when you look back, but it's not a big deal!"

Laoshan Shinto lost an arm, making him look older. His body was hunched at this time, his eyes were turbid, but he didn't care. It was not difficult to reborn with the broken arm of this cultivation level.

"I hurt one thousand enemies and eight hundred of them, let alone a big clan like the Salt Stone Clan. This battle can be said to be a loss-winning side, and there is no winning side!"

Yin Mingxin said, her breath was a little boiling, and countless runes appeared around her, and those runes were extremely repulsive to her.

"Holy Ancestor, can you gain something?" Lao Shan Shinto said, respecting Yin Mingxin very much.

Yin Mingxin said: "I have gained something slightly, that old totem is not bad, and I almost seriously injured!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Saint Ancestor!" Chongyue said, sending some pills, but Yin Mingxin shook his head.

...

The old patriarch stood in front of more than twenty corpses, with tears in his eyes and speechless.

Mu Ming stood on one side, sadness in his eyes.

The rest of the tribe knelt there, gave the deceased the last protection, and then began to pray!

After a great battle, the Dongshan tribe lost almost 30%. Although the number is not large, for a small tribe, this number is fatal!

The name of Wood is chanting the scriptures, but it is the sutra of rebirth. In the end, the figure of Wood is vaguely visible in his mind, and the marks of souls flew away from afar.

Someone came, but it was Gu Yue and Commander Jin. They didn't say much and just bowed!

Mu Ming knew it, glanced at the tribe members who died in battle, and then slowly stood up.

"How many minor injuries, how many serious injuries, how many dying?"

Mu Ming said directly, and was not polite.

The two looked at each other and Gu Yue said solemnly: "The two tribes have a total of 50,000 minor injuries, 30,000 serious injuries, and 10,000 deaths!"

Commander Jin added: "As for the deaths, there are 40,000, and there are less than 70,000 people who can fight!"
To be continued...