The mood of the crowd was extremely bad.

Fortunately, they did not find the body of the saint.

Madden's forehead jumped wildly: "Meng Yahe, this group of brutes, they dare to sneak attack the saint!"

At this time, he turned his head to look, but found that Lin Nan was nowhere to be seen.

After a while, Lin Nan appeared with a corpse, and it was this person who aimed at them with a bow and arrow in a distant tree.

Madden looked at the corpse and his heart shook.

"This is not from the Mengyahe tribe!"

Everyone looked at each other, all feeling uneasy.

Lin Nan's eyes flashed, "Go back, go back to Tuerdo!"

At this time, Madden suddenly realized, and he said nervously: "Quick, the tribe is full of old and weak women!"

The group hurried back to the tribe.

Arrived half an hour later.

Lin Nan's eyelids jumped, and he saw that all those round earthen houses were smashed, footprints on the ground were everywhere, and a corpse was lying in a pool of blood every few minutes.

Most of them are people from the Tuerdo tribe.

They died with fear on their faces, and some warriors chose to fight to the end, but their deaths were often even more tragic, with many bloody holes in their bodies stabbed by stone spears, and some corpses hanging from trees for public display.

Lin Nan sighed.

In fact, his feelings were a little lighter, after all, Lin Nan didn't have much affection for the Tuerduo tribe.

But Madden was different, he collapsed to the ground with a pale face, his pupils trembled violently, his chest rose and fell, his hands clenched into fists, his nails pierced his palms, and blood slowly overflowed...

"Meng Yahe!"

The madden cuckoo roared like blood, his eyes were red, he grabbed the stone spear and rushed in, if there was any remnant of the Meng Yahe tribe, he would definitely kill it desperately.

Several other strong men from Tuldo were also furious, roaring and rushing towards the cave, where the saint lived, and the density of corpses was also the highest, and the main purpose of the other party was obviously to kill the saint.

Lin Nan's brows furrowed deeply, if Lin Qiyuan died, the completion of that big ship would be far away, he quickened his pace and walked towards the cave.

When Ma Deng saw Lin Nan coming up, his heavy heart couldn't help but brighten a little, and he said gratefully: "Lin Nan, if you save the saint this time, it will be a great favor to the Tuerduo tribe!"

Looking at the miserable situation outside, Ma Deng really didn't think that he was the opponent of the Meng Yahe tribe just by his own people.

But Lin Nan joined differently, he impressed everyone in the battle in the jungle, and in terms of combat power, I am afraid that he is no worse than a saint.

Of course, Lin Nan went to the front.

His expression seems to be flat, but his ears and eyes are always aware of his surroundings, and any wind and grass will usher in his fierce attack.

At the entrance to the cave, it was blocked by several rocks, and the rocks were covered in blood.

Lin Nan snorted, punched out, and the stone the size of a water tank in the middle was immediately pushed two meters away by him, making a gap that could pass people.

This scene made Ma Deng and the others stunned, it was easy to lift the rock, but it was too exaggerated to fly two meters, and everyone couldn't help but regain their confidence and walked towards the cave.

Suddenly, Lin Nan's eyes flashed violently, and he saw a sharp stone spear piercing his heart, the sneak attacker was very insidious, hiding behind the rock ruins, if it weren't for Lin Nan's sixth sense, he would definitely be hit by someone else.

"Die!" Lin Nan turned his palm into a knife, split the stone spear, and then stabbed it with two fingers into a sword.

A cry of fear stopped him.

"Don't, Lin Nan, it's me!"

Ai Khan was so frightened that his face was bloodless, and his legs trembled.

Lin Nan's sword finger stopped two inches away from the center of his eyebrows, and as long as he went further, Ai Khan's head was pierced.

Seeing Lin Nan frowning and stopping, Ai Khan fell to the ground softly, and then, covering his face and crying silently.

What happened today was a nightmare for this teenage boy, the Mengyahe tribe and the Khanma tribe launched an attack, and the rain of arrows shot at them, followed by a group of strong men with stone spears and slaughtered them.

Lin Nan looked coldly at the crying Ai Khan, and said impatiently: "Don't cry, what's going on here?"

Madden is also aggressive and wants to know why.

Ai Kehan wiped away his tears, his voice was still a little whimpering: "It's Meng Yahe's brutes, those inhuman things, even women and children don't let go, the warriors of our tribe are eating, they were attacked by bows and arrows, and more than half of them were seriously injured at that time, and the rest, rushing to meet the enemy, are all fierce and auspicious..."

Madden's eyes erupted with fire, and he grabbed Ai Khan from the ground: "What about the saint?

Aikhan gritted his teeth.

This made everyone's hearts sink.

"Saint... He's fine, but..."

"But what? Nima, you finish Lao Tzu!" Madden roared.

"He was seriously injured. Ai Khan's face turned pale, "Our tribal warriors are defeated, but the saint struck and defeated fifty with one enemy, although he won, but he is not in good shape." ”

"I was guarding the entrance to protect the Dharma, and just now I thought it was the Meng Yahe tribe that came in, so I rashly did it to you..."

"I'm going to see the saint!" Madden shook off Akhan and strode inside.

Lin Nan also followed quickly, and he saw that there were corpses piled up in this passage in the cave, but it was different from the outside, basically all of them were people from the Meng Yahe tribe.

It is conceivable that it was here that Lin Qiyuan was outnumbered and killed all the other parties.

'It is worthy of being an Innate Realm cultivator, even if he loses his internal strength, he is just as strong. Lin Nan sighed in his heart.

But there was one more thing that made him secretly suspicious. What kind of festival did this Lin Qiyuan have with that sun god, so that the other party would not hesitate to be ruthless next time? If Lin Qiyuan was not strong enough today, the Tuerduo tribe would probably be wiped out.

Lin Nan felt that something was very strange, and Lin Qiyuan must have hidden something.

Everyone came to the empty training ground.

The corpses were piled up in a small hill, and the blood was flowing like a river, except for a clearing in the middle, where a man meditated with his eyes closed.

There weren't many wounds on his body, just a sickly pale, and if you looked closely, you could see that the tips of the ten fingers were trembling slightly.

Ma Deng shouted excitedly: "Great, the saint is fine! Killed more than 50 people in Meng Yahe but was not injured, he is worthy of being a saint!"

Several other strong men were also happy in their hearts, feeling that the Turk tribe had not yet entered a desperate situation.

Lin Nan sighed in his heart, he didn't break it, presumably Lin Qiyuan also deliberately created this illusion to boost morale.

If even the backbone of the Lord falls, the Turk tribe is not far from extinction.

In addition to Lin Qiyuan, there were nearly twenty people huddled in the corner, trembling.

They were panicked and worried, and most of them were elderly and children.

Ai Khan followed from behind, and he gritted his teeth in grief: "In this attack of Meng Yahe, we killed more than 160 people, and what is left here is all." ”

The crowd was silent.