Thousands of miles along the way, they bumped for four months. Starting from July 31, it is already December, and it seems that the year will end.

Where is the hook is willing to stay in the car honestly. But as long as a few of them leave the car, the surrounding people will kneel down and bow down. So most of the time, they have no choice but to stay in the car.

Along the way, except for compliments and reverence, these stubble people had nothing to say to them, treating them like gods, eating and drinking every day, dragging them all the way.

This is not only because the Cang Straw people are extremely in awe of these "Shang clans", but also because the people who entrust them are extremely heavy. His people are not only from the powerful Crane Clan, but also from the Crane Clan, who have a very high status. Of course, they also charged a lot of money for this.

When Gou Zhu smelled blood in the car and heard screams in the distance, he could probably guess what was going on even if he didn't open the curtain and look around.

Mu had planned to kill it for a long time, but was stopped by Tong Yao. Tong Yao devoured the memories of an elder of the Soul Sect, and his experience in the rivers and lakes was far richer than that of the two hairy boys. This way, of course, is to listen to her Lord.

"How many young brothers have forgotten the palace master's explanation, don't get involved in the dispute between the blood refining department?"

Lian Ling took Huang Lu, the Nineteenth and Killing Felling to the South Underworld Bank to rescue the Tree Clan's royalist elder Kumu Rong. The three places of Mian Evil Mountain, South Underworld Bank and Taibai Forest are separated by thousands of miles, and the traffic is extremely troublesome.

Gou Zhu and the others set off from Taibailin to the Sleeping Evil Mountain, and agreed that a year later, that is, in July of the thirty-second year, they would meet with Lian Ling and others in the Kapok City, thousands of miles away from the Sleeping Evil Mountain.

The purpose of his trip was to send the wood to the Sleeping Mountain. If you pass through the teleportation array, it will only take a few days. But the teleportation array along the way is the focus of the other party's attention. Anyone who teleported would be searched one by one. Even if Lian Ling had already disguised them as Crane Clansmen, it would inevitably reveal flaws in their divine senses.

But mixed in the Blood Refining Tribe to track the beast tide for a long journey, almost no one will suspect it. There are thousands of blood-refining human tribes in the demon realm, large and small, with a population of millions, and these tribes like locust swarms are only wild and cannot be investigated.

Kapok City is an outpost of the Sleeping Evil Mountain to defend against the tide of beasts. The migration of the Blood Refiner tribe there was not in the slightest notice. After arriving in Kapok City, Kumu Rong is expected to be taken there by Lian Ling. Elder Ku had his own way of sending the wood into the Sleeping Mountain.

The premise of all this is that they have a safe journey and obediently stay in the ranks of the stalks as goods. The demon world is wild, the roads are extremely complicated, and the dangers are countless. Blood refiners, on the other hand, are the best at avoiding danger. So stay safe and secure in their ranks.

But if they get involved in the infighting of the Blood Refiner Tribe and become famous, the secrecy along the way will be meaningless. What's more, it was just a deal between them and the blood refiners, and they didn't owe each other. If they help the Cang Straw Department kill people, no one knows what whirlpool they will be involved in.

"Those half-robbers are shameless!" Wood was still indignant. Tong Yao smiled indifferently: "This is a wild place, the weak eat the strong." It must not be shameless, how many creatures will starve to death. ”

"If you can't continue to follow the straw people, how can you go on the road ahead?" Gou Xuan glanced at Mu Fei, who was silently on the side, and asked. In his thoughts, Mu Fei was originally a dryad from the demon world. The Silver Dragon Mountain Range is not too far from the Sleeping Evil Mountain, and he can be regarded as half a local.

Unexpectedly, Mu Fei replied with sideways eyes: "Don't come to ask me." I walk with my head held high. If it had been me, I would have gone all the way to the teleportation array and returned with the young master. How can you be as mother-in-law as your woman!"

Gou Zhu was speechless for a while, knowing that this "local" could not be counted on.

"Anyway, let the barbarian brothers go back first, let's take one step at a time. Tong Yao raised her eyebrows slightly, planning to put aside the road ahead for the time being, and cut off with these stalks as soon as possible to avoid getting involved in disputes.

She took out one or two scattered blood spirit stones and scattered them outside, and said with a charming smile: "Little sister, thank you brothers for taking care of you all the way, you can leave with confidence." ”

But as soon as she finished speaking, she heard a gust of wind howling. Then there was a flash of black light. The head of a stubble man immediately flew up, and blood gushed out of his broken neck like a fountain.

Because he was in the wilderness, even Tong Yao, as a monk of the Purple Mansion, did not dare to launch his divine sense to spy on and provoke the big demon in the wilderness, so he failed to react to this sudden attack in advance.

Dozens of humanoid black figures leaped over from the roof of the car while screaming loudly and uncontrollably. These people were all armed with long knives. As they flew past, the stalks who had no time to react were decapitated or split open, blood splattered on her face. She frowned, took out her handkerchief to wipe it off, and discarded it.

"Flies, give me death!"

A strong man who was a head taller than everyone else landed on the snow, kicked off the skis on his feet, shook off his flesh, waved the big knife in his hand, and slashed at the remaining stalks, it was the young chief of the Red Thorn Tribe.

His heart is not yet mature, and his hatred for these stubble people is all written on his face that is still a little childish but extremely hideous at the moment.

Because each blood refining tribe does not have exactly the same information about the beast tide, many different tribes will chase different beast tides. But the beast tide chased by the stalk and the red thorn department is the same one many times. This makes them "meet" frequently.

Therefore, it is often where they refine their blood, and there will also be stubble people, and they have to get a piece of the pie. This is the reason why this strong young master of the Red Thorn tribe is extremely disgusted with the Cang Straw tribe.

He didn't think about why. In fact, the ancestors of the Cang Straw tribe and the Red Thorn tribe are the same tribe. It is precisely because they come from the same root that there is a lot of overlap in the beast tide information they control. He just thinks these people are as annoying as flies, and they can't get rid of them by lying on his food.

He raised his knife and was about to cut a wounded stubble man on the ground in half, but a black light flashed under the knife, revealing a black iron block one foot square, which stopped in front of his knife. He raised his eyebrows and slashed it down in disregard. It doesn't matter what he does, even a person with an iron plate will split it in half!

With a loud bang, his knife-wielding hands shook violently, and his arms went numb. His knife was made of dark iron, and it was used to split stones, trees, and beasts like cutting tofu, but he didn't expect to be blocked by this small brick! He was about to slash again, but he saw a tall, thin young man in front of him wearing a white cotton pit robe and a brown fur vest squinting and laughing:

"This eldest brother, we are the Crane Clan monks who went to Kapok City, and these stubble people are the helpers we have hired. Everyone is a brother in the rivers and lakes, and they keep people under their hands to give face. Gou Zhu took away the meteorite Dingfang inkstone, and said with a smile.

This person has a blood-red crown in the center of his eyebrows, which is the emblem of the Crane people. Red Thorn also migrated all the way from the Eastern Demon Realm, and he still dealt with the Crane Clan. It's just that his elders are extremely in awe of these so-called "Shang Clan" people, but he is often unconvinced, and he doesn't accept this in his heart.

What's so great about the "Shang Clan"? Could it be that they can't slash with a knife without dying? Especially since the young priest had already told him that what they wanted to take was what was in this cart, and all the people had to kill them. Even if it is a crane tribe, as long as you kill it cleanly, barren mountains and mountains, who knows who did it?

There was a fierce look in his eyes, and the big knife in his hand flew and slashed straight at Gou Zhu's head. Gou Zhu originally thought that this person would not be convinced, but he didn't expect him to do it directly if he didn't agree with him, so he could only deal with it in a hurry.

He flashed in his empty hand and caught it with his Hellfire Sword. But the black knife slashed down, and the force was so strong that it was not much different from a wooden axe. Gou Zhu almost couldn't resist it, and took three steps back.

Seeing that the demon cultivator who came out of the boss's car moved his hand, several subordinates of the young patriarch of the Red Thorn Tribe immediately rushed over with shouts of "roar, roar, roar".

But before they could get closer, they only heard a few chirps in the car, and several bamboo arrows broke through the air one after another, each of which hit the eyebrows of a red-thorn man. One by one, the shouts of these people stopped abruptly, and before they could even scream, they fell silently on the snow.

Except for the priests, the cultivation path of ordinary people in the Blood Refining Tribe is different from that of humans and demons, but it is actually a combination of the two. They grew up from the flesh and blood of the strange beasts and spirit beasts in the savage wilderness, absorbing the spiritual energy in the flesh and blood to nourish themselves, and they all have the foundation of the demon clan's blood cultivation.

But except for the priests, everyone else is practicing martial arts and strengthening the physical body, and their cultivation methods are similar to those of the human race. This is the cultivation path that these wild people have explored on their own, and it is called "barbarian cultivation" by other monks.

Brute cultivation has similar benefits like physical cultivation, and the progress in the early stage is extremely fast, and even without the use of external medicine to form a pill, it can reach a strength that is enough to rival the qi cultivation of the Void Pill. But its shortcomings are also extremely obvious, that is, it cannot achieve the Purple Mansion. If you embark on the road of brute cultivation and cannot condense your qi into a pill, you are destined to have no possibility of the Purple Mansion.

But it is precisely because of this that the demon realm clans are very relieved about these blood refining tribes, and they are not worried about the threat they will bring.

Most of the young warriors of the Red Thorn Tribe are equivalent to the cultivation of the foundation, where can they resist the amazing archery of wood?

But after all, the young patriarch is the elite of the clan, and his realm strength is not weaker than Gou Xu. He failed to succeed in a move, and roared in a low and angry manner, his whole body seemed to have endless strength, and he didn't give any chance to cast a spell at all, and he slashed at it again!