Qingmang didn't seem to know what that soul was, so he just sneered, "Pretend to be a ghost." ”

Wu Heng smiled faintly, and the soul behind him actually stroked his beard, and then submerged into Wu Heng's body.

The aura on Wu Heng's body suddenly rose, and he faintly suppressed Qingmang's breath, and there were even signs of breaking through the Five Realms.

"This life soul can only support me to make a blow, and I only give a blow, if you take it, you will naturally win, if you can't take it, you can't complain about others. Wu Heng slowly raised his palm, and said lightly in his mouth.

I couldn't hear any joy or sorrow, and it seemed that I had just done something insignificant.

"One blow...."After hearing this, Bei Yu's hand holding the Thousand Miles Trace Talisman tightened a little more, if there was anything wrong with the situation on the field, he would run immediately, and he would definitely not stop.

"Hmph, I want to see how you can defeat me with one move!" The Four Desolations Town Monument behind Qing Mang shone brightly, enveloping Qing Mang's entire person in it, and above the sky, the spirit also turned into a streamer and suspended behind Qing Mang.

Since Wu Heng dared to say this, Qingmang was not a fool, so he naturally would not let him attack, and he immediately prepared the strongest means of defense.

"Damu, help me. Wu Heng looked at the Chengling behind Qingmang, and just said lightly.

Da Mu in the air let out a long roar, and the sun-like ball of light above his head emitted light, merging into Wu Heng's rugged palm.

Da Mu was also suspended behind Wu Heng.

The patriarchs of the two clans, standing facing each other, collided with the aura generated, stirring up the surrounding dust, which was spectacular.

Wu Heng raised a palm and gently pushed forward.

There was nothing fancy, just a push, like a paper boat in the water, and a palm strike.

Qingmang sneered, but the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Wu Heng struck out with a palm, and in an instant, the color of the sky changed, and the heavy rain in the sky seemed to be shocked, and it stopped abruptly.

The fierce aura burst out in an instant, like a fierce beast that had been imprisoned for countless years suddenly reappeared, flying in all directions, and in the void, a huge palm was condensed in an instant, pressing towards the green mang.

The ground was swept away by a powerful force, and where the palm of his hand passed, the ground collapsed and the trees collapsed, and in Qingmang's eyes, all the absolute power in this heaven and earth gathered together, making him feel a sense of powerlessness in an instant.

Qingmang's eyes were scattered, and in a moment, he lost his mind, and the Four Desolations Town Monument on his body was a lot darker.

But in an instant, the giant palm came to Qingmang, and when Qingmang came back to his senses and urged the stone tablet again, it was too late.

The giant palm was mixed with the power of heaven and earth, and it was instantly suppressed, and the qi was like a mountain, sinking like the four seas, and instantly submerged the green mang.

The Chengling behind Qingmang roared, and the golden light was released, in a vain attempt to save Qingmang, but Da Mu behind Wu Heng instantly dispatched and knocked Chengling upside down, and the horns on the top of his head were like blades, piercing Chengling's scale armor and piercing Chengling's chest.

The roar of pain of the spirit turned into a golden ball of light, which was absorbed by the small ball of light on the top of Da Mu's head, and the hair on Da Mu's body instantly became more supple and tough, and the horns on the top of his head became thicker and harder.

It's too late, it's fast, and the whole process is only a full three breaths.

The giant palm dissipated, leaving only a bloody corpse, and the wind and rain in the sky fell again, washing away the blood stains on the ground.

By the time everyone reacted, Qingmang had already died, and the spirit was also devoured by Damu.

If the backbone of a tribe collapses, then their fate can be imagined.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief, and the Wu people were even more excited and overwhelmed, hugging each other and crying bitterly.

The most shocking thing is the Qing people, who obviously won the situation just now, and in that devastating palm, it dissipated like smoke.

They didn't know why Wu Heng was able to make such a palm, and they didn't know what they would face in the future.

"Listen to the people of the Qing tribe, now, you have two paths, either swear to Damu and become a slave of my Wu tribe, and after three generations, you can become a clansman, or you will resist stubbornly and die!" Wu Heng didn't talk much nonsense, he was straightforward, and then turned his head to look at Wu Yuan, and said loudly, "Listen to the Wu people, from now on, Wu Yuan is the new patriarch, and no one is allowed to go against the will of the patriarch, otherwise the clan will be eliminated!"

"Patriarch!" Wu Yuan said hurriedly with some consternation.

"It's okay, believe in yourself, you're going to do well. Wu Heng nodded and said earnestly.

The rest of the Wu people didn't understand what was going on, until they saw that Wu Heng's body was slowly aging and withering.

"Patriarch... What's wrong with you, Patriarch?"

"Patriarch?"

"Are you alright?"

Wu Yuan lowered his head and said heavily, "The blow just now, the price is the life of the patriarch...."

At the end, the voice was even a little choked.

"No way, Patriarch, don't scare us. ”

"Patriarch...."

The people of the Wu tribe also seemed to notice something, and they spoke one after another, but they didn't know what to say for a while.

Yes, what should a man say when he is about to die?

Perhaps, no one can give an answer.

Everyone in the Wu tribe couldn't cry, looking at Wu Heng who was slowly dissipating, their faces were full of reluctance, but they were helpless.

"Don't be sad, Damu and I will always guard you. Wu Heng smiled, his face was full of kindness, and he reached out and touched the shrunken Da Mu on the side.

Da Mu also rubbed Wu Heng's palm meekly.

In the end, Wu Heng slowly dissipated, and everyone relieved from their grief for a long time before they slowly reacted and looked at the Qing people around them who had lost their backbone.

Those Qing people have no spirit and no patriarch, and the blessings on their bodies have disappeared, even if they are ten people, they can't compete with one person from the Wu tribe now, and they have completely lost their fighting spirit, and they looked at Wu Yuan with a pale face.

This is now the backbone and leader of the Wu people.

"If you want to be obedient, swear an oath, if you still have a heart for the Qing clan, judge yourself. Wu Yuan raised his head, let the rain hit his face, and said nothing more.

Many people of the Qing nationality have sworn to Da Mu that they are willing to be slaves for three generations, just to survive.

In fact, for most people, no matter where they are, as long as they can live and do something, what does it matter?

"Qing, dead!"

There are also many old men of the Qing clan who sighed, reversed their lives, and died.

These people are people who feel that faith is greater than life.

Eventually, the inventory was completed.

The Wu people, a total of one hundred and twenty-three, and seventy-four remained.

The Qing people, ninety people came, one hundred and thirty barbarian demons, and in the end, there were sixty-two people left, and there were more than thirty barbarian demons.

"Carry the corpses of the clansmen back and bury them in the land of the Wu tribe, and those who are self-cutting in the Qing tribe will also find a place to bury them. Wu Yuan ordered, and everyone took action.

Although the death of tribal disputes is inevitable, the death of each clansman deeply pierces Wu Yuan's heart.