Delis hated in her heart, but she couldn't help but fall silent when she thought of the feeling she couldn't help but be intoxicated just now.

She sneered, "Have you been here for a long time?" ”

Li Hao's pupils tightened slightly, and he looked at Lilith quietly.

If Lilith has been here for a long time, does that mean she heard something she shouldn't have heard?

Lilith smiled, "It's been a long time, and I've heard something." ”

Lilith was blunt, not in the slightest fear of being targeted by the two.

Delith was silent for a moment, and then suddenly laughed: "What, you also want to gamble?" ”

Lilith said indifferently, "Do I have a choice?" ”

Delis was silent.

No matter what contradictions there are within the angel clan, at least in the eyes of outsiders, it is always one family. So as long as Delith is involved, the others don't care if it's the Angel Clan's meaning or Delith's personal will.

Because it doesn't make sense, and no one will care.

After a short silence, Delis said, "It's okay, but in this case, we need a complete plan, at least not for a short time." ”

Li Hao groaned: "I have a plan. ”

Delis and Lilith looked sideways, with a little doubt and curiosity in their eyes.

Li Hao thought about it and slowly said his plan.

Two months later, the Great Wilderness State, in the middle of the Hengduan Mountains.

A blue-green poisonous Jiao hovered over the towering mountain, and its huge body hundreds of miles long was as huge as a mountain. Its body was covered with turquoise scales the size of wheels, shining in the hot sun, like an indestructible divine gold.

The poisonous Jiao stands proudly in the sky, and the huge Jiao head is like a mountain.

Although it doesn't have much movement, it's the majestic figure that already makes people tremble.

A terrifying aura spread, and poisonous smoke enveloped the lush mountain forest.

The ancient trees are withered and yellow, and the living beings are extinct.

The indestructible scale armor rubbed against the mountain rocks, making a sound of gold and iron clashing.

The poisonous Jiao rose up the mountain, looking at the Terran tribe with hundreds of thousands of people in the distance, and his eyes flashed with a murderous light.

Hunt, devour, play!

Unlike other creatures, Poison Jiao likes to watch lowly creatures die in panic, and his struggle and despair excite him.

After finding its prey, the poison Jiao was like a winding mountain, heading towards the distant Terran tribe.

Wherever the huge body passed, the mountains and forests were razed to the ground.

With the cultivation of the poisonous Jiao, it is easy to change the size of the body.

It's just that he didn't do it, because it wasn't necessary, and because he liked to see the panicked and desperate looks of those creatures.

For him, the fear and despair of toys are the best ingredients.

The movement of the poisonous Jiao was so large that it could be clearly heard hundreds of miles away.

It had not yet reached the Terran tribe, and the tremors of the earth and the terrifying aura of its actions had spread far away.

Afar.

The Terran tribe was in a panic.

A tribe of more than 100,000 people is not a lot, but it is not a small number on this continent.

The old witch stood on the walls of the tribe, his brow furrowed and he looked into the distance, his eyes full of worry and anxiety.

Terror!

He felt the terror coming!

It was a great terror that the tribe could not resist!

The patriarch of the tribe was strong and strong, and he was a middle-aged man with an ordinary face. He was clad in leather armor, with solid muscles that bulged like statues, full of explosive power.

The middle-aged man has the cultivation of the peak realm of the Law Phase, and he is already a first-class powerhouse in the human race.

Looking at the entire human race, the Transformation Dao realm is already the strongest. Ordinary human tribes, not to mention the transformation of the Dao, even monks in the realm of the Law are rare to see.

Therefore, middle-aged people are not weak, but the overall strength of the human race is weak.

The middle-aged man said: "Wu." ”

Wu Shen said in a deep voice: "Let the clansmen evacuate immediately, the sooner the better, and the farther you go, the better." ”

The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and he said urgently: "But, this is my Sangmu tribe....."

Wu didn't wait for the middle-aged man to speak, suddenly looked back, stared at the blood-stained cloudy eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want my Sangmu tribe to be wiped out?" ”

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he looked at Wu with a shocked face, and suddenly fell silent.

Extermination!

Could it be that even witches!?

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said: "Please also ask Wu to evacuate quickly, and my mulberry merchant should live and die with the tribe." ”

Wu, who wields mysterious powers, is the strongest of the tribe.

They carry an ancient heritage and have made endless contributions to the continuation of the tribe.

Every human tribe has the existence of witch, and witch is the core and inheritance of the tribe. A tribe can do without a chief, but it can never do without a witch. All tribes that have lost their witches will eventually be swallowed up by other tribes, or they will disappear forever under the smoke and clouds of history.

So after a short period of thought, the mulberry merchant quickly made a decision.

A tribe can do without a chief, and it must not be without a witch.

Wu smiled bitterly: "It's useless, he's already eyeing me, let's go, let's go." ”

Wu said, and flew into the distance.

The long white hair with countless pigtails danced wildly in the wind, and the slightly shabby gray linen clothes showed the hard life of the Sangmu tribe.

Wu's wrinkled face was not afraid, there was no panic.

Although the disaster came suddenly, it did not make him give up his fighting spirit.

He wants to use his last strength to fight for a chance for the tribe to continue.

Even if it's just a very small chance.

Sang Mu Shang watched Wu fly into the distance, and he didn't understand what was going on.

His expression changed slightly, and finally gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and commanded resentfully: "Quickly, let the clansmen evacuate, evacuate immediately." ”

When Sang Mushang said the back, he was already in tears.

Without the Sangmu tribe without Wu, what is the use of evacuating?

New witches cannot grow, and the Sangmu tribe will never have a chance to revivenation.

Poison Jiao stared at the old man in the distance, and said with a hideous smile: "Mole ant, are you trying to stop me?" ”

His voice was like thunder, shaking the heavens.

The white clouds drifted in the distance, shattered by the sudden sound.

The ground felt like a strong wind, and the trees rattled.

Wu had to raise a green protective shield around his body to resist the poisonous mist that filled the heavens and the earth.

Wu's face was ugly, and Poison Jiao's cultivation was even stronger than he expected.

"You are not afraid of the reckoning of the Taiqing Saint." I struggled to resist the poisonous mist, and my voice threatened hoarsely.

Poison Jiao laughed and said, "Taiqing, you mean the Terran Taiqing, the arrogant child who slaughtered six ancient giants for more than two months.

Haha, ridiculous, ridiculous. If he dares to appear in front of the deity, I should tear it apart and devour it. ”

Speaking of this, Poison Jiao mocked: "Taiqing is now a wanted criminal in the Heavenly Court, I'm afraid I won't dare to come out if I don't hide in the ditch." Forget it, the deity is too lazy to talk to ants like you. Since you sent it to the door, it will be a little dessert before the game starts, and I will tear you up little by little and devour you. ”

"Ant, tremble."

The poisonous Jiao suddenly rose into the air, and its body was filled with green smoke clouds, like clouds driving mist.

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded from the void.

"This sentence is returned to you by the deity. Ant, shudder. ”

With that teasing, a figure appeared out of thin air.

He is tall, three thousand green silk fluttering leisurely, dressed in white like snow, like an immortal descending into the world.

"You are, Taiqing!"

The pupils of the poisonous Jiao, who was still rampant, constricted, as if he had seen a demon, and he couldn't help but exclaim.