As a blood refining tribe of tens of thousands, the Cang Straw tribe certainly didn't have the wealth of a thousand taels of blood spirit stones. But this thousand taels of blood spirit stones is basically all their family foundation.

Every year, they don't get richest until the end of the new blood refining ground. Correspondingly, when the migration is about to reach its destination and start refining blood, it is the time when they are at their poorest.

But the young master of the Red Thorn Man is the figure they must change. Therefore, Mug ordered the whole clan to rummage through the bottom of each house's box, as long as it was a blood spirit stone, they must find it, and scrape together this thousand taels at all costs.

After a while, a basket containing a hundred catties of blood spirit stones was sent to Gou Zhu. He was deeply impressed by the pile of Blood Spirit Stones of different shapes and colors, most of which looked old.

"Lord Immortal, one thousand taels of blood spirit stones have been gathered, please count them. ”

The blood spirit stones used by the demon cultivators that Gou Zhu saw in the Two Realms City and Taibai Forest were all neatly cut into the city squares, and there were imprints on them to mark the weight and color. He really didn't see much of this kind of "primitive" blood spirit stone.

At this moment, he really regretted a little, wouldn't he have completely looted the stalks and starved them all to death in the wilderness?

But the money is already in front of him, and he can't refuse to accept it, this is an absolutely fair business of paying money with one hand and delivering goods with the other, which is much more upright than his petty theft. He tried his best to pretend to be dismissive, glanced at it again with slanted eyes, and said lightly:

"No need to order it. You can take them away. ”

He shook his finger at the half-dead young master of the Red Thorn Division who was lying behind them, and then flicked his sleeve and used the power of emptiness. The white light flashed, and those blood spirit stones disappeared without a trace, and they were all moved by him into his immortal lotus.

Several stubble men with angry eyes walked in and dragged them away. Their anger was not against Gou Zhu and the others, but at the young master of the Red Thorn Tribe. The young master and his people had the blood of the stalks on their hands.

Seeing that Gou Zhu had accepted the pile of blood spirit stones, Mu Ge breathed a sigh of relief. Although this one swept away all the wealth of his stalks, the demon cultivators accepted his blood spirit stone and faintly sided with them. And the key thing that passed through the Pig and Sheep Gorge finally reached their hands. They also have a chance to take control of their own destiny.

The straw man carried Huang out on a stretcher, and countless stubble people with fire-breathing eyes surrounded him. Many people really wanted to immediately start peeling and cutting his flesh into blood spirit stones, but the guys were already ready anyway. But Mughl ordered them to disperse and called the priests to heal him. In the tribe of the blood refiners, the priest also acted as a doctor.

Moog had to keep the animal alive, and if he died, he couldn't trade it for a chance to pass through the Pig and Sheep Gorge.

Gou Zhu heard a low horn sound outside, melodious and mournful, in sharp contrast to the song and dance under the cheerful drum beat in front of them.

After a while, the drumming also stopped, and the stalks apologized and dispersed. Although the tent was still brightly lit, it was much deserted.

They didn't sit idle in their tents anymore, but went outside. Gou Zhu saw that the stalks had gathered at the sound of the horn, and they were holding a funeral.

Escaping the doom of annihilation in the Pig and Sheep Gorge and resisting the first wave of attacks by the red-haired baboons, the Cang Straw people formed a ball on a snowy field in the Silver Dragon Mountains, piling up the corpses and firewood of their fellow tribesmen into a large pile.

Many people died in the pits of the Pig and Sheep Gorge, and the tribesmen also risked carrying the corpses back under the Pig and Sheep Gorge. According to the practice of the Blood Refining Tribe, even if these people who often migrate leave a cemetery, no one will come to pay their respects, but they can't be left in the forest for wild beasts to eat, so it's good to burn them down.

They grew up in the wilderness, and death was as common as eating. But it is also unusual for so many young adults to die in a single battle. When the fire was lit, the sound of trumpets came and went, like a continuous whimper, echoing on the ridge of the vast snow-capped mountains.

The snow began to fall again, and the snowflakes were scattering and confusing everyone's eyes, but they could not extinguish the crackling flames that had been piled up and burned by hundreds of corpses. They keep adding wood to the fire. The fire rose like a dance, rolling up a lot of black ash and sending it into the air.

"Hmph...... I'm going to kill all those bastards in that canyon!" the more he looked, the more uncomfortable he became, he had been a hunter since he was a child, and in his eyes, hunters and hunters met in the mountains, they were friends and not enemies, and they should take care of each other. But when the hunter shoots at the hunter, it is the scum that is inferior to the beast.

"Well, we're going, but you have to listen to my brother!"

Gou Zhu was still a little hesitant, after all, he was better than less than more. Even Ling had also told them not to get involved in the strife of the Blood Refining Tribe. But the Red Thorns attacked them first, which was not their active involvement, but just a passive counterattack.

And more importantly, he took the money from the stalks. If he watched the stalks being intercepted by the Red Thorn Tribe and swallowed up by the beast tide, he would not be able to stand by and watch, and he would not be able to get over it in his conscience.

Tong Yao has no objection to this. She wouldn't have gotten involved in the war between these Blood Refiner clans until she had a complete falling out with the Red Thorns. But the people have already done it first, and they have also killed people and arrested the young master, that is, the two sides have completely torn their faces and done it, of course she will not scruple about anything anymore.

And they don't know the safe way to Kapok City, instead of wandering in the wilderness by themselves, it is better to continue to follow the desperate Cang Straw people all the way to Kapok City.

Although Mu Fei regarded these blood refiners as ants and didn't think so at all, his young master Mu Tou was going, so he would naturally accompany him.

Theoretically, the Cang Straw people can exchange the young master of the Red Thorn Tribe for a way of life, but in practice it is not necessarily so simple, the Red Thorn people may not be tied up, and there are many possibilities for variables.

Gou Zhu didn't plan to kill all the Red Thorns stationed above the canyon like the roar of the wood. He just planned to smooth out the variables of this conditional exchange in advance, so that the exchange could go smoothly.

If the Cang Straw Man can arrive in Kapok City safely, his thousand taels of blood spirit stones will not be taken in vain.

The four of them avoided the crowd in the Cang Straw Department, unfurled a wooden kite, and silently flew down the mountain wall to the top of the Pig and Sheep Gorge.

The phoenix blood kite that was hooked had already been destroyed by Tang Su's sword qi. They can only use ordinary wooden kites. The Wood Kite is not as agile and fast as the Phoenix-Blood Kite, but it is also improvised.

Flying high in the air, you can see two black and oppressive mountains are particularly majestic, like a pair of giant beasts facing each other, standing quietly surrounded by the mountains of the Silver Dragon Mountain Range. It is surrounded by jungle, but these two mountains are covered with snow. A long and narrow crack between the two mountains is like being split by a knife, which is the Pig and Sheep Gorge.

Gou Zhu controlled the wooden kite, not daring to fly too high or too far. The Wood Kite is powered by the aura of the Pure Yang Pill, and it will inevitably exude spiritual fluctuations. If it attracts monster birds from the nearby jungle to attack, it will be difficult to clean up.

They flew as far as they could along the bare mountain wall to the top of the canyon. On both sides of the canyon were torches lit by the Red Thorns. From a distance, the torches were densely packed above the canyon in two long parallel lines, as if there were thousands of people stationed there, obviously to deter the people below.

Gou Zhu didn't dare to get too close to them. It is said that the divine sense of the barbarian cultivator is very poor, but the divine sense of the witch cultivator is stronger. The Redthorns were guarding the top of the canyon, and it was impossible not to pay attention to the spirit around them. If he flies too close and is spotted, he will startle the snake.

He landed the kite on a very high spire, about half a mile from the Redthorn, not far or near. The important thing is that this place is condescending, with an unobstructed view of the condition of the Red Thorn below. The reason why there are no Redthorns stationed here is because there are smooth cliffs on all sides, and it is impossible to climb at all.

This pinnacle is a complete monolith. Although the wind was bitter and the snow turned into ice, there was nothing wrong with staying four people steadily.

"Wood, you stay here and wait for me to go down and take a look. Wait for me to send the voice to you, and I will shoot whoever you want to shoot!" Gou Xuan carefully explained to the wood.

Wood nodded. With his character, as long as Gou Zhu gives him the task, he will carry it out without moving, and Gou Zhu doesn't have to worry about anything going wrong with him at all. What's more, there is also Mu Fei, a bodyguard, who will definitely stay next to Mu without blinking, so he doesn't have to worry about anything.

After the explanation, a pair of crane wings appeared behind the hook. With his wings spread, he swept down silently like a mouse-catching owl. Using the wings of the Immortal Crane's bloodline to transform is mainly the power of his physical body, and he can also reduce the fluctuation of spiritual power to a minimum.

Tong Yao's figure flashed, floating into the air like a ghost, and disappeared immediately after Gou Zhu.