Three minutes.

The battle is over.

Lin Xun had several more wounds on his body, the most serious of which was the blow to his shoulder, but after nearly half a year of training in the Blood-Killing Camp, this injury was of no importance to Lin Xun at all.

His clothes were stained with blood, but most of them were those of the enemy, and these blood stains, combined with his handsome and cold face, gave him an invisibly more heart-chilling momentum.

The blades were bleeding, the enemy had already been ambushed, and the ground was littered with corpses and patches of blood.

All this could not extinguish the hatred in Lin Xun's heart.

Cannibalism!

It's just a beast!

When he saw the cruelty of these witches and barbarians treating the imperial soldiers, Lin Xun had already judged the other party to be a beast in his heart!

Suddenly, a wave of cheers rang out, breaking the silence of the field.

The Imperial soldiers who were imprisoned in their cages all recovered from their shock at this moment, and they could no longer hold back the excitement in their hearts and cheered.

Everyone's face was full of excitement, gratitude, excitement and so on.

Because they know that after a terrible encounter like a nightmare, they have finally been rescued!

Seeing this scene, Lin Xun was not happy at all.

How big is the Demon Cloud Ridge, and how many years has the battle between the empire and the Wu Barbarian clan lasted, and there is definitely no chance that there will be fewer things like what happened just now?

Even, perhaps, at this very moment, the same thing could happen in every place where the Wuman clan is being wrestling!

Lin Xun also knows that this is war, destined to be ruthless and cruel, what he needs to do now is to adapt and fight.

......

A moment later, under Lin Xun's arrangement, these trapped more than twenty imperial soldiers helped each other and left the camp.

Lin Xun stayed.

In this camp arranged by the Wu barbarians, there are a lot of materials stored, mostly ores and spiritual materials, as well as some weapons such as bows and crossbows and swords.

Lin Xun began to take action, first stripping away the "totem barbarian patterns" on the twenty-three witch barbarian powerhouses he had killed, and then began to pick out weapons that could be used, as well as spiritual fruit elixirs that could replenish spiritual power.

Until the end, Lin Xun hung all the corpses of the powerful man with witches on sharp wooden stakes, like a scarecrow, exposed to the wind.

It's cruel, but it's a silent deterrent and warning.

Well?

When Lin Xun hung the corpse of the last ninth-level barbarian slave on a sharp wooden stake, a bead suddenly fell out of the corpse's mouth.

This bead is the size of a pigeon's egg, the whole body is crystal clear, with a touch of enchanting blue color, and the bead is tumbling like an ocean tide, as if it carries a sea inside, giving people a vast and mysterious atmosphere.

Lin Xun picked it up and held it in his hand, and suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold aura burrowing into his body, and he couldn't help but shiver all over his body, and even the qi in his body seemed to be frozen, and there was a trace of stagnation.

Curious beads!

Lin Xun's eyes narrowed, this thing should be a treasure, but what is the use, Lin Xun can't see it for a while.

Looking at the corpse of the ninth-level barbarian slave again, he vaguely remembered that the owner of this corpse seemed to be a big man in this camp.

The treasure that can wear this kind of character should not be an ordinary thing.

After thinking about it, Lin Xun casually put this mysterious azure bead into the storage ring, planning to study it again when he has the opportunity in the future.

Until he finished all this, Lin Xun packed the bags he had prepared, his figure flickered, and quietly left the camp.

......

Less than a quarter of an hour after Lin Xun left, the seven ninth-level barbarian powerhouses who had left the camp before returned, and there was an old man of the Wuman clan wearing strange costumes by his side.

This old man was swarthy and thin, holding a bone staff made of the fangs of a fierce beast, and if anyone who was familiar with the Wuman clan would see that the old man was wearing the unique costume of "totem sacrifice", which represented a transcendent status and identity.

When the group returned to the camp and saw the corpse hanging from a stake, they were furious and let out a burst of curses.

"Yeling sacrifice, all dead...... It should be the work of a strong human being. A barbarian powerhouse surveyed the camp with an angry expression.

"A bunch of waste!" the thin and swarthy old man who was called the Yeling Sacrifice scolded, and said angrily, "What are you doing in a daze, go find out Ba Tong!"

Batong?

All the barbarian powerhouses were stunned, and then they all changed color, realized something, acted together, and soon found a corpse, which was the middle-aged leader in the camp.

"It's not good! my clan's Tianshui Holy Bead is gone!" a barbarian powerhouse broke open his mouth, and after a careful inspection, he couldn't help but cry out.

Ye Ling Sacrifice was shocked, and a faint blue luster burst out of his eyes, which was extremely terrifying, and he strode forward, came to the corpse, and plunged the beast bone staff in his hand into the heart of the corpse.

Burst!

Circles of glowing blue luster, poured into the corpse along the bone staff, as if sensing something.

After a long time, Ye Ling Sacrifice was shocked and withdrew his bone staff, at this moment he was already covered with sweat, and his dark and thin cheeks were slightly pale.

"It's all rubbish!"

The Wild Feather Priest roared, "Do you know how much our water barbarian line has paid in order to regain this treasure from the hands of the human race? Now that we are finally going to succeed, things are messed up in your hands, you ...... It's an unforgivable sin!"

The seven barbarian slaves looked frightened, and they prostrated on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

They didn't expect that this matter was so secretive, how could such a change suddenly happen, in order to transport this treasure back safely, they didn't even dare to dispatch their masters, and chose the Demon Cloud Ridge with intricate terrain as the transportation route, in order to avoid attracting the attention of the Terran powerhouses.

Who would have thought that the last thing you want to see will happen!

What to do?

As soon as they thought that the holy treasure in the clan had been taken back by humans because of one of their negligence, these barbarian powerhouses were terrified.

If the clan wants to be punished, no one will want to live!

"Yeling Sacrifice, according to what I just investigated, the battle has just ended, and looking at the traces left at the scene, the murderer should be just one person, if you hurry up and act at this time, you may be able to recover!"

A barbarian powerhouse took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Then don't hurry up!" the Wild Feather Priest slammed the bone staff and roared.

The seven barbarian powerhouses immediately took action, did not dare to slack off, and searched in different directions of the camp.

"What a useless bunch of fools!" the Wild Feather Priest scolded again.

But no matter how angry he was, he couldn't think of a better way, so he could only wait, hoping to find the clue as soon as possible.

Tianshui Holy Pearl!

This is the holy weapon of the Water Barbarian Clan! It has been occupied by humans for hundreds of years, and it is not easy to get it back, how can it be lost again?

Absolutely not!

......

A barbarian powerhouse held a war spear and flew over a low mountain behind the camp, seeing that he was about to reach the top of the mountain, suddenly a bloody breath poured into his nose, making his eyes narrow, and Huo Ran looked to the side.

There's a rock heap out there, and the gore is coming out of there.

The barbarian powerhouse's eyes were full of fierceness, and he cautiously stepped forward with a war spear, but to his surprise, behind the pile of rocks, there was only a bloody severed hand.

Not good!

It's a trap!

The reaction of the barbarian powerhouse was not unpleasant, and he realized that something was wrong in an instant, and was about to avoid it to the side, when he suddenly felt a chill behind him, and a war knife had pierced his heart.

"Ho...... Ho ......" The barbarian powerhouse's eyes bulged violently, and he wanted to scream, but his throat only made a faint sound, and finally fell silently.

Behind him, Lin Xun appeared like a ghost, and with a stroke of the knife, he stripped off the "totem barbarian pattern" in front of the opponent's chest.

Then, Lin Xun's gaze swept into the distance, and as soon as his figure was vertical, he swept in another direction.

The Wild Feather Priest walked around the camp, feeling irritable and always feeling that something bad was about to happen.

But he didn't dare to leave, he was a "totem sacrifice", although his status was transcendent, but he was not good at fighting.

At this moment, he didn't notice that in the shadow of the canyon not far from the camp, a figure was quietly approaching this side.

Collapse!

The whistling sound of the bow and arrow pierced the dead silence of the camp, and the wild feather priest's heart jumped, and he subconsciously dodged, and a sharp arrow grazed his scalp, slamming into the ground on one side, splashing a piece of rubble.

Yeling Sacrifice fell to the ground in embarrassment, touched his head, and his fingers were covered with blood, which made him feel a chill in his heart, if he was a little slow to dodge just now, wouldn't it......

"The murderer is here!" he roared in anger as he rolled over and dodged into the distance.

In the shadow of the canyon not far away, Lin Xun frowned, knowing that the opportunity was missed, he put away his big bow and turned away without hesitation.

Not long after, the six barbarian powerhouses who had just dispersed to search returned, and when they saw the embarrassed appearance of the Yeling sacrifice, they all changed color.

"Chase!, that damn human shitch fled that way!" Wild Feather Priest pointed into the distance, his thin cheeks full of resentment.

"Shui Zheng, the three of you stay with the Yeling Sacrifice in case of any further accidents, and the three of us will go after and kill the human powerhouse. ”

A hideous-looking man with a scarred face commanded in a deep voice.

"Brother Leke, Mujin hasn't come back yet. One person couldn't help but say.

"He shouldn't be able to come back. ”

The scarred man called Leke's eyes flickered, and his expression was full of hatred, "This opponent is very cunning, it should be a young powerhouse from the Blood-killing Camp of the Ziyao Empire, in today's Demon Cloud Ridge, only these young people can do this, everyone must be careful!"

With that, he left three barbarian powerhouses, and he took the other two with him.

"No matter what the cost, we must take back our clan's holy weapon!!" Ye Ling Sacrifice roared loudly in the back, and his scalp was bleeding, making his expression look extraordinarily calm.