The young priest roared fiercely, spat out a mouthful of blood, and stood up suddenly, ignoring the sharp pain in his body.

The dagger-like blades that dotted the snow were all sharpened from pieces of bamboo, each one more than a foot long. The blades almost stabbed him into a sieve. But fortunately, the other party was merciful and did not leave a barb on the bamboo blade. He desperately got up, and these bamboo blades that pierced into his body were pulled out of his body by him.

Although he was drenched in blood, and the cut in his abdomen was even half of his intestines, he pulled out the dagger and bit it in his mouth, and then climbed to the edge of the pit with all his might, and crawled upward.

At the edge of the pit is a solid wooden raft of logs nailed together. It was originally built on top of the pit. After the heavy snowfall, there was a lot of snow on top, and it was completely invisible. Someone stepping on it won't notice the problem at all.

Under the snow there is a rope that pulls the mechanism of these rafts. As their large group passed by, someone lay in ambush in the snow and pulled the rope. The rafts opened like loosesheets, causing them all to fall into a pit long ago filled with sharp bamboo blades.

The entire Pig and Sheep Gorge screamed for a long time, there must be more than this, it should be full of such traps. It's not something that can be prepared in a day or two. Someone is here to ambush them.

He was a priest and one of the backbones of these stubble. He knew that he had to get out alive and perform witchcraft in order to effectively organize the resistance of the remaining forces. He struggled to climb the logs that were nailed together. It was freezing cold, and the logs were frozen like ice. But the numb feeling of freezing only relieved the sharp pain in his body.

At last he had reached the edge of the pit, and was about to climb to the ground, when he saw several standing black figures appear in the white sky, and a series of mocking voices pierced his ears. The men standing outside the pit were dressed in robes similar to theirs, except that the skin on them was a wolf skin and darker. They all had a blood-red thorn wrapped around their heads, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Red Thorns!" he felt a chill in his heart. The men laughed maniacally as they stabbed their spears at him in the face.

It turned out that the silver-covered Pig and Sheep Gorge had long since become a slaughterhouse. The narrow snow burst into blood-colored pits like flowers. Many spearmen of the Red Thorn tribe dressed in black animal skins jumped out from under the snow, wielding spears to stab those who did not fall into the pit to death, or pushing them into the pit.

The only fortunate thing was that it was mainly the vanguard of the Straw Department that fell into the pit. The main force in the center and the baggage and women and children in the back are still in good condition. Moog immediately ordered the broken team to come forward to fend off the Red Thorns, temporarily throwing down the baggage to cover the retreat of the women and children.

"You take twenty people, push your Immortal Venerable's chariot down that slope, don't fall into the encirclement!"

With their familiarity with the various paths of the demon world, they are not afraid of encountering powerful demons. They are not afraid of the interception of the demon tribes. Because these human flesh and blood don't contain much aura, it doesn't have much value to devour them. And the major tribes have clear rules that they must not attack the blood refiners, otherwise they will be against the entire demon world.

Even the fierce bandits rarely rob them. This is because when they have blood spirit stones, they are often born by relying on the demon tribe, and the demon bandits cannot rob them. And they are destitute on the move, and there is no point in robbing them. What's more, they are not defenseless.

What the blood refiners fear most is the other blood refining tribes that are also human beings like themselves. This is because the resources of the beast tide are limited. If someone else eats more, you naturally have to eat less. If you want to have a share, the best thing to do is to destroy the others and swallow them up.

The demon tribes that rule the demon realm never interfere with the bloody battles and annexations that occur during the migration of the blood refining tribes. They won't attack the Blood Refiners, but they will definitely not stop the Blood Refiners from killing each other.

This was because they didn't want to offend one Blood Refining Tribe just because of another. At the same time, the plundering and annexation between these tribes also led to the exchange and fusion of blood alchemy techniques, making the blood alchemy of the remaining blood refining tribes more and more refined, and the quality of blood spirit stones became higher and higher.

They weren't worried that the Blood Alchemists would eventually unite into a single tribe and monopolize the entire industry. Because once the Blood Refining Tribe becomes very large, it will quickly split into small tribes. Even if they hadn't split, the demons would have managed to split them.

The young priest of the Red Thorn Division, dressed in a black robe, stood at the top of the canyon, looking at the Pig and Sheep Gorge, which was gradually turning into a river of blood. The incessant screams sounded to him like an ode to his great deeds. He was young and promising, and he had not long been in the position of young priest, and he was anxious to prove his wisdom.

Beside him was a man younger than him, whose face was still a little childish, but his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty arrogance and bravery. His chin was wide, his lips were slightly open uncontrollably, and his hands were clenched with a cold sword, eager to rush out immediately.

"The big crowd behind them all withdrew. I'll take someone to hunt it down!"

One of them, a young priest and a young chief, brought a group of young men with strong blood to lay traps to intercept the Cang Straw Department, which was somewhat self-proclaimed.

"No, I don't. The young priest's slender eyes were slightly raised, his eyebrows fluttered like a sharp blade, and he sneered:

"As long as they can't cross the Pig and Sheep Gorge, the beast tide will come in a few days. They are bound to die if they are trapped in the forest, and when they go back, they are hitting the tide of beasts. If they don't want to be swallowed up by the tide of beasts, they can only obediently disarm and surrender.

"When the time comes, you will kill all their men. The remaining old men and women stayed and brought them back. No one can compare with us in this remarkable achievement. Even the older generation can't compare!"

The young chief's nose was opened, his eyebrow bones were arched, and his mouth was opened wider, revealing a pair of tiger teeth, and he exhaled silently. The famous Cang Straw tribe in the Blood Refining Tribe was actually annihilated by them like this, which was of course a miraculous feat. Even the old fellows who used to teach him a lesson would probably be so shocked that they had nothing to say.

The problem is that he is useless in his bravery. Before it was his turn to act, the Cang Straw tribe had already collapsed. Everything is the work of the young priest, and it has little to do with him. His only role then would be to kill the men who were disarmed, no different from a butcher.

At this time, the young priest's face suddenly changed slightly. He saw the large army of the Straw retreat and flee into the dense forest on the mountainside, and a group of men and horses pushed a delicate chariot directly to a small road, and was retreating down the mountain. This caught his attention.

The car was carved from jet-black mahogany, and the atmosphere was exquisite, completely different from the style of the Terrans of the Blood Refining Tribe. The last time he saw this kind of car, it was the goods that a certain demon clan had asked the migrating blood refining tribe to consign.

Demon cultivators move between the tribes of the demon realm or transport goods almost always through the teleportation array. However, teleportation arrays are expensive and are tightly controlled by the teleportation arrays entering and exiting the tribes. If there was something that needed to be transported secretly, it would have to be carried by a caravan that paid a high price for the Sija or a blood refining tribe that commissioned migration.

He had heard that such goods were generally extremely precious and that they did not come from an open and unjust manner. Even if someone robs someone halfway, in most cases the owner will swallow his anger.

Thinking of this, the young priest turned his eyes, revealing a fiery color, and said to the young master, who was already about to move, "You take someone to intercept that team." As long as there are living people, they will all be killed, and don't leave a leak. Things are left behind, and you and I divide them equally. ”

The young chief snorted, waved his broadsword, and led his men to the snowboard, sliding down the slope like the wind, leaving a series of scratches on the snow-white slope.

By this time, a group of stubble men had carried the heavy cart into a secluded forest and snow. The screams of killing were far away, and they thought it was far enough away from the battlefield, so they put the car down, and then knelt down in a circle. One of the leaders said sincerely:

"All the immortals are above, my Cang Straw Department was ordered by the Immortal Crane Clan to escort you to the Sleeping Evil Mountain, and I should never give up. Helplessly, our clan was suddenly calamitized, and now it is difficult to protect itself. If you continue to be in our ranks, you may be innocently affected. I have no choice but to send you here, all the immortals, please leave as soon as possible and go to the Sleeping Evil Mountain by yourself. ”

After speaking, he bowed again, and without waiting for the Immortal Venerable to reply, he and everyone turned their heads and were about to leave.

Contrary to the imagination of the young priest of the Red Thorn Tribe, there were no priceless goods in the car, but four monks, three men and one woman. They are none other than Gou Zhu, Mu Tou, Mu Fei and Tong Yao, who disguised themselves as Crane Clansmen and secretly sneaked to the Sleeping Evil Mountain!