In the silent mountain forest, several pale green slender figures were running briskly.

The breeze enveloped their feet, making them extremely light, and the grass and vines near them moved away of their own accord, not hindering their progress in the slightest. Although he is running in the jungle, he is more agile than ordinary people running in the plains.

These are several young men and women of the Wood Clan, their faces are distorted, with a look of great fear, their mouths are biting the wooden bars, they dare not make the slightest sound, and they only care about using their own magical powers to flee forward.

Behind them, a dozen looming figures were chasing after them unhurriedly.

Across the distance of a mountain, there was a faint wolf howl, and a figure chasing after him suddenly sneered: "Little bastard who doesn't know whether to live or die, why don't you kneel down quickly and go back with us obediently, there is still a way to live." I'm of no other use for this grass wolf, but I can't lose the smell of you more than a hundred miles away, can you escape?"

Several young people of the Mu tribe didn't dare to say anything, and just ran forward with their heads bored.

The pursuer behind him suddenly stood still, and at the same time raised the longbow in his hand, and the figure just now said indifferently: "Since you are leaving, you can leave your life." ”

There was no sound, only a few arrows passed by in the forest, and the bodies of several fleeing Mu Clan youths stiffened at the same time, and they heard the sound of 'poof' like a rainstorm hitting plantains on an autumn night, and one by one thin and fast arrows continued to penetrate their bodies, bringing out wisps of blood from their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, several fleeing young men of the Mu Clan were beaten like a sieve, and the sharp arrows kept coming, and the strong arrow force supported their bodies, and their lifeless bodies stood there stiffly and trembled, but they couldn't fall to the ground for a long time.

The relentless arrows struck one after another, hitting the bodies of several young people of the Wood Clan and blowing them into a cloud of blood mist. The arrows stopped.

'Back'!

The dozen or so figures chasing behind him shouted softly at the same time, and slapped the quiver on his waist with his hand. The quiver made of animal skin erupted with a spiritual light, and the sound of 'rustling' could be heard incessantly, and the thousands of arrows they shot shot rose into the air like a swarm of locusts, flying back into the arrows on their waists.

"A group of little mongrels who don't know whether they are alive or dead can work for the Prince of Destiny. This is their glory. Run, run, run, think about running all day long...... Tsk, those few Taoists are useless, and there are still people who want to escape, is the set of things they advertised useful?"

A figure complained in a low voice, and the group immediately began to discuss.

After a while, a low horn sound was heard in the distance. A dozen people hurriedly let out a whistle and galloped away in the direction from which the horn sounded. There was a faint breeze behind them, and all kinds of fierce birds spread their wings in the storm, making them almost like flying when they ran.

Dozens of gray-scaled wolves gasped silently as they followed the group forward.

Not long after, I saw dozens of Mu and Tu clansmen in the mountains and forests in front of them fleeing in confusion, and behind them there were hundreds of figures with various war beasts in hot pursuit.

A crisp sound of gold and iron crashing sounded, and the people chasing and killing in the rear and the dozen or so people who had just arrived to join him drew their longbows at the same time. Suddenly, the arrows rained down, and the natives who were trapped in a small meadow in a forest were carefully washed by the rain of arrows. It was ejaculated into a blur of plasma.

After crossing this mountain forest and advancing for 100,000 miles, a large area of peaks between the mountains was removed and bulldozed, revealing a plain with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles. Countless natives worked vigorously on this plain, building cities, digging trenches, and building foundations, all sweating profusely and with a hint of madness on their faces.

There are also countless physically strong indigenous warriors lined up in a neat line. With his head held high, he walked along a metal avenue towards a majestic city in the middle of the plain. The city is clearly not yet finished, and there are countless natives working hard to build both the walls and the buildings inside the city.

At the gates of the city, there were neat lines of indigenous warriors marching continuously, and they slowly entered the city, entering the barracks one by one.

Huge furnaces have been built deep in the mountains in all directions, and various metal ores are constantly thrown into the furnaces. Forge a mountain of material. Densely packed with ants, the natives worked frantically on the forge between the furnaces, crafting armor, weapons, and massive ordnance according to the drawings suspended in front of them.

Whether it was beside the ranks of the warriors, or among the natives who were working frantically on the plains, or even beside the natives beside these furnaces, there were ascetics dressed in burlap and with a calm and calm expression, holding scriptures, constantly turning over and over and muttering some fragmentary paragraphs.

"All living beings are suffering, and you are really suffering...... Only by enduring hardship can we not suffer in the next life. ”

"In the past life, you will suffer...... Work hard to pay off your past sins, and you will be blessed in the next life. ”

There were also some overseers selected from among the natives, who walked among their people with wire whips covered with sharp teeth, and when they saw anyone who was a little slower, they immediately whipped them down fiercely.

People who have been whipped often have a miserable howl, and their bones are broken, and they lie on the ground for a long time and cannot get up.

At this time, the chanting of the ascetics will become more and more cheerful.

"Look, those overseers are the ones who accumulated virtue and blessings in previous lives, so in this life they are human beings who control you and so on. ”

"You just didn't accumulate merit in your previous life, so you worked here and suffered...... If you want to accumulate virtue, work hard. ”

"If you want to quickly clear away your sins, recite 10,000 words of the name of the Prince of Heavenly Mandate every day, after selection, join the army, and fight for the Prince of Heavenly Mandate, as long as you can kill ten enemies, you can become the guard sergeant of the Prince of Heavenly Mandate, and even your direct relatives can enjoy happiness!"

In all directions, countless such ascetics dressed in coarse cloth mingled in the crowd, instilling the theory that 'all living beings are suffering'. Countless natives worked hard like madmen under their demagoguery, or gave up everything to join the army.

In the Xiongcheng, in a fire-lit shrine, Zhu Rong Tianming leaned on a magnificent throne, smiling at the countless indigenous girls in the main hall who were singing and dancing.

"Although they are barbarians, these women have a bit of flavor. Hee-hee, this Panxi world is really a good place. ”

After taking a bite of the spirit fruit of the Panxi World, Zhu Rong Tianming gently touched a dexterous little beast in his arms: "Send more people and arrest them everywhere, I want more slaves, more troops, give you three months, and catch a hundred times as many slaves back." ”

"And ask the masters to work harder, these slaves who really suffer...... It's so easy to use!"

Zhurong Heavenly Destiny is like an evil dragon entrenched in the mountains and forests, and countless cavalry teams attack everywhere, constantly capturing more natives for him. (To be continued.) )