Five days gave the black-clothed clan time to recover, and these five days seemed to be the time for Su to pass on to other families to think.

Time hurried, and soon, five days came, when the sun had just risen, and the wild land had just awakened.

The black-clothed city finally came out with a roar.

The meteorite flying object that originally belonged to the Dark Gold Clan appeared at this time, turned into a huge one, and rose into the void!

On the meteorite, there were three thousand black-clothed disciples standing, and when the meteorite flew, it set off a roar, shocking the earth.

This voice came out, giving all the tribes like a final warning!

The appearance of this meteorite also made the various tribes in the wild land extremely nervous.

Many tribes have not yet chosen at this time, and they are still struggling with whether the black-clothed clan is really coming, whether they should surrender or fight.

Or maybe they should take refuge in other big tribes now.

In the past few days, although the four major tribes have all chosen to remain silent, their small actions in the dark have not been less.

Many tribes have received their solicitation letters, and since Su Chuan wants to break the balance of the barbarian tribes, it is also a good opportunity for them to develop.

If this matter can recruit a stronger tribe, it will be a great improvement for their family.

Therefore, these four tribes have sent countless messengers.

It's just that even if they made a move, some tribes didn't immediately agree, Su Chuan's strength was clear to everyone, and he was just one person.

What about the forces behind him? How powerful should it be? This is where many tribes are really entangled.

Su Chuan was in the position where the white-clothed young man used to be, and his expression was calm at this time, but his momentum was radiated, directly covering a radius of thousands of miles.

Within a range of thousands of miles, whether it was a demon beast or a monk, they could all feel his pressure like a mountain, and they all trembled and succumbed.

"Sooner or later, I will have to go back to Youzhou, back to the Valley of the Ghost Gods, if I can't make the black-clothed clan strong before leaving, I'm afraid that after I leave, they will definitely retaliate. ”

"Without my existence of the black-clothed clan, any small tribe can destroy it, if the black-clothed clan is destroyed because of me, for me, it is equivalent to planting bad fruits, so this matter is ...... It must not happen. ”

The light in Su Chuan's eyes flickered, and with confusion, he fell into the distance, which was the direction of Youzhou.

Originally, he should have left immediately after getting the seeds of the Ancient Tree, but this matter made him have to delay.

Mu Donglai was in front of Su Chuan, and his empty eyes were also filled with a monstrous glow, at this moment, he was radiant, and at this moment, he was proud.

The battle of submission is a war that proves the strength of a family, and it is also a battle of glory for a family.

As the head of a clan, what he looks forward to most is to see his family strong and start a battle of glory for a family, but in his hands, he has never taken the initiative to launch a battle of submission, not that he is incompetent, but he is helpless.

In the past, the black-clothed clan only occupied one city, and its strength was too small, so he didn't dare to initiate it.

Now, under the guidance of the Lord, he has finally done it.

At this moment, he was extremely excited to see the day coming, even if he died, he was willing.

His empty eyes fell on Su Chuan, with incomparable reverence and admiration.

Just that figure can make him throw his five bodies to the ground.

In the past few days, with the help of Su Chuan, he has stepped into the late stage of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, even if he has no eyes, he still knows the eight directions around him.

The meteorite was fast, and in just a few moments, it appeared in the void outside a tribal city.

The Wuling Clan, the closest tribe to the Black-clothed Clan, is comparable in strength to the Baiqi Clan, occupying three cities, and has two masters in the late stage of the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

When the meteorite of the black-clothed clan appeared in the void outside the main city of the Wuling clan, the protective array of the main city of the Wuling clan had already been opened.

The light curtain of the moat filled the city, forming a large area of fog that shrouded the entire city.

It's just that this formation is simply a joke for Su Chuan, who is proficient in the way of formation, and it is not vulnerable at all.

He saw a group of Wuling Clan disciples behind the city wall, who were looking frightened at this time, looking at the void with trembling bodies, looking at the meteorite where Su Chuan was.

Not long after Su Chuan and them appeared, they saw two Changhong appear from the city, revealing the figures of the two of them, and came to the outside of the formation, first bowing to Mu Donglai, and then throwing a respectful look at Su Chuan.

"I don't know what the black-clothed Daoists are here, what is this so-called. If you have something, please say it directly, and don't do such a vain thing. ”

These two people are the two masters of the late stage of the Heavenly Spirit Realm of the Wuling Clan, one is the Wuling Patriarch and the other is the Elder.

Although the Wuling Patriarch was also a little afraid of Su Chuan's arrival, as the head of the clan, he couldn't lose his momentum.

At this time, he opened his mouth, and he was called an equal generation to Su Chuan and others.

"The black-clothed clan has come to surrender, whether Wu Ling will fight or surrender, please make a choice for the Wu patriarch!"

Su Chuan was silent, Mu Donglai took a step forward, and said with a proud expression, as the patriarch, they are not far from each other, so they all know each other.

Before that, Mu Dong had to be respectful to this Wuling patriarch, but at this time, he was arrogant and disdainful.

"This ...... Shepherd Daoyou, aren't you joking, the black-clothed Wuling clan has always had a good relationship, you ......"

The Wuling patriarch stammered a little and said, he saw the arrogance of Mu Donglai, but at this moment, he didn't dare to be angry.

He was also very clear about the purpose of the black-clothed clan, but he pretended to be surprised at this time, and wanted to make the final fight with the set.

But Mu Donglai didn't buy his account, his empty eyes flashed with a ghostly light, fell on the Wuling patriarch, and then smiled.

"Give you three breaths of time to choose, whether to surrender or the whole clan to perish!"

Mu Donglai said proudly, his cultivation also dispersed at this time, turning into the coercion of the late stage of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, directly enveloping the entire Wuling Clan.

His words made the expression of the Wuling patriarch change, and it made the hearts of the Wuling people even more shocked!

At this time, they realized that this time, they had no choice!

"Three!"

The proud voice came out of Mu Donglai's mouth, turning into a thunderbolt that shook the entire main city of the Wuling clan, and suddenly reverberate.

As soon as the voice came out, the Wuling Patriarch immediately turned his pleading gaze on Su Chuan, he knew that all of this was because of this person!

It's just that Su Chuan was silent all the time and didn't look at him.

"Two!"

"One!"

Mu Donglai's voice turned into the last talisman, echoing and not dissipating, at that moment, the three thousand black-clothed people all exuded the power of the battle, and the horn of the battlefield was about to sound.

At the moment when Mu Donglai had just counted to one, Patriarch Wuling finally lowered his head and said with a light sigh.

"We ...... Surrender, from now on, my Wuling clan will be merged into the black-clothed clan, and I should respect the black-clothed clan and be proud of the black-clothed clan!"