On the periphery of the battlefield of the four strongholds, the pale and golden flames burned violently, and for such a powerful flame, the trees could no longer be used as nutrients to support the combustion, because the branches and vegetation had evaporated in an instant.

Perhaps the Southern Barbarian Expeditionary Army arrayed in the distance could not see the scene of burning everything clearly, but in the eyes of the Thunder Army flying in the sky, the scene below was undoubtedly breathtaking, so that most of the Thunder Sergeants stared directly at the four flame black holes in the jungle below that were constantly spreading outward, silently bringing death.

"What are you still doing in a daze, Princess Wu has already flown away, you and I won't keep up!"

In the sky, Wang Jing, who came back to his senses, opened his mouth and let out an angry shout, and then took ten thunder troops, who also turned into purple thunder, and headed west.

To the west of the stronghold of the Sifang battlefield, two hundred and fifty miles from Moyo, is the Oni Teng tribe, which is growing in number more and more.

From a bird's-eye view of the sky, you will find that with the entire large tribe as the center, the dense desert people are like ants returning to their nests, pouring from all directions, young and middle-aged deserters, and even a large number of old, weak, sick and disabled.

The reason for such a large-scale migration scene is, firstly, because the mysterious ancestral court issued a mobilization order for conquest, and secondly, and most importantly, the location of the original tribes of those desolate people has dried up the oil wells, and there is hardly any food to eat, and the largest ghost vine tribe is undoubtedly the last hope.

In the center of the Oni Vine Tribe, there is a central tent and a large pool of blood.

In the early morning, a large amount of blood mist turned into blood qi rose up, enveloping the sky above the entire Ghost Vine Tribe, and the rich and incomparably bloody smell spread outward.

By the blood pool, there were several figures, led by an old wastelander, with his eyes closed, taking a deep breath of the scarlet mist floating out of the blood pool in front of him, with an intoxicated look on his face, and then asked softly

"Ghost Vine Fang, how many people from my clan have gathered in your Ghost Vine Tribe so far?"

Behind the old desolate man, an extremely burly and strong Ghost Vine Tribe Chief with a thorny Ghost Vine Totem on his face stepped forward, brought a gust of wind, and opened his mouth in response

"Lord Ancestral Court Envoy, at present, the total number of people in the various tribes plus my Ghost Vine Tribe exceeds nine million, but there are nearly three million old, weak, sick and disabled, unable to go into battle to kill the enemy. ”

Before the words of the chief of the Ghost Vine Tribe fell, the old desolate man next to him turned his head sharply, his momentum soared wildly, and he rushed outward, and at the same time, the fierce light in his eyes was great, and his momentum was even more bloody than the blood pool in front of him, which showed that the second-in-command of this desolate man from the ancestral court had many lives in his hands, and then a cold and ruthless voice sounded

"Who said that the three million old, weak, sick and disabled could not go into battle to kill the enemy, in the face of the race war, they were all warriors, leaving some women and children, and the rest were driven to the outskirts of me as the vanguard. ”

The strong and crazy momentum of the old desolate people, accompanied by the cold gaze, directly made the chief of the Ghost Vine Tribe subconsciously take a step back, head down, and respond

"Follow your will, Ancestral Court Emissary. ”

"The Ancestral Courtyard Desolate people who are supervising the battle in front, is there any news from the rest of the news?"

Hearing this question, the ugly face of the chief of the Oni Vine Tribe fell into hesitation, and then he said respectfully

"I came back last night, but I was seriously injured, the human race is like a ubiquitous god of death in this jungle, and it can always intercept and kill our clan's foraging and messenger teams halfway, and the news brought by the high-ranking wasteland last night is not very favorable, and this person has been sent to the interior of the ancestral court, but the big chief he. ”

Speaking of this, the voice of the ghost vine fang stopped abruptly and stopped speaking, and the old desolate man looked at the blood pool in front of him again, and continued to ask lightly

"The Great Chief is in retreat in the inner sanctum and can't be contacted?"

The chief of the Ghost Vine Tribe, who was burly and covered almost his entire face with thorny ghost vines, did not respond, but silence represented acquiescence, so the old desolate man spoke, and the voice of his old and tyrannical coexistence around the blood pool continued to sound.

"You asked someone to send that high-level desolate who knew the information here, I want to ask in person, there are not enough desolate people gathered around, speed up, the blood pool in front of you is depleting very quickly, and it needs to be replenished." ”

"Yes!"

The ghost vine fang lowered his head and walked backwards away, leaving only the old desolate man standing alone by the blood pool, looking at the blood pool in front of him, stunned, and his face was extremely complicated.

He has lived for a long time, which is extremely rare among the wastelands whose fate is like a mustard, and as a high-ranking wastelander, his wisdom is not low, and as he grows older, he becomes more and more intelligent.

In his life, it is rare to see such a huge pool of blood of this scale in front of him, and after the battle with the human race, the dead desolate people are also the first time, even if the most tragic battle against the barbarian ancestral court before, there are not so many desolate people who have been wiped out at will like this.

Therefore, smelling the smell of blood in front of him, the old wasteland felt fear, and he even had a feeling that he was about to die.

Maybe it's the providence in the dark, the old desert people only felt a strong cold attack, and then the cold swept outward from the tail vertebrae, and the blood all over the body seemed to stop flowing, but this place is Nanban, the temperature is hot, like summer all year round, there has never been a winter Nanban!

There will be no cold here, and it is the first time that the old deserters have felt this biting cold.

Suddenly, there was a very panicked and noisy roar in his ears, and the old wasteland raised his head and looked at the sky above him, and then he saw a golden streamer, which was piercing the sky above at a very fast speed, coming above the blood pool.

Within the streamer, a huge figure was spreading its wings, obscuring the sky and the rising sun, leaving a huge shadow above the pool of blood.

The old deserter kept his eyes open, letting the tears flow down, and although the sun above the dome was obscured, in his eyes, the figure was more dazzling, and the light emitted was more violent.

This is the embodiment of light and heat in the world.

The old wasteland seemed to feel an indifferent gaze in this golden shadow, which was extremely cold.

"The Giant Ancestor is above, and our clan is in danger!"

A melancholy murmur came out of the old waster's mouth, and then within his eyes, a huge golden pillar of heaven and earth light continued to expand, and then filled the entire pupil.

In the next second, the center of the Ghost Vine Tribe was directly pierced by a golden pillar of light that penetrated the heavens and the earth, and the pillar of light hit the huge blood pool below, and countless blood was evaporated by the extreme high temperature, turning into a blood mist and rolling outward, and at the same time, the water level in the pool fell straight down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ancient ruins, heroes, souls, and supernatural powers, scorched by the scorching sun.

The phoenix opened a gap above the holy sun!

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