The fire-fighting tree has very thick leaves, but at this time, it is like a poplar tree in the autumn sun, the leaves begin to wither, and then continue to wither and fall.

Such a scene is rarely seen in the world of fire, Magoto frowned slightly, and finally resisted the urge to kneel, if according to the local custom, encountering such a scene, it means that the sacred tree is about to die, this is a very sad thing, to kneel down and pray.

Magoto has begun to have doubts about this world, which is a great sign of enlightenment for this kind of native. It's just that Shingoto himself doesn't realize this, and the need to move from ignorance to reason is not just as simple as enlightenment.

But this is already precious, and after a person has a goal to pursue for a lifetime, he often becomes more crazy.

"Go on! Go on!! "Ling Muzi used the power of his soul to squeeze this fire tree for the final time.

A layer of leaves had fallen under his feet, and the lush branches were empty.

The bark appears older, and there is an illusion of vicissitudes imprinted on it.

Drip......

When the last drop of the 'Sacred Tree Essence' fell into the pocket, this fire-fighting tree, which could be claimed to protect mankind, was shattered by what the natives called the sacred tree!

The rules in the tree cracked, forming an inexplicable stirring force, which shattered in an instant and turned into a sky of debris.

Ling Muzi glanced at the pocket, there were about a dozen cups in it, it was really a very small tree, and it was only a little bit of life after squeezing it out, no wonder it couldn't feed a sacrifice.

Ling Muzi couldn't help but think of the fire-repelling tree in the Yuanyuan tribe before, which was many times larger than here, and even approached the height of a fire-repelling tree in the middle tribe.

Recall that the place left behind by the Yuanyuan tribe is very special, there is only one road that can lead to the valley, and the status is also unique, no wonder you can live there, just which path is more than one person wide, you can be a husband and a man.

"Let's go." Ling Muzi said to Zhenwuhu.

Shingoto hurriedly stood up and led the way in front.

Ling Muzi took out a cup, scooped out a cup of 'Sacred Tree Essence' from that pocket, and said to Zhenwuhu: "This is for you, if you want to rush out of this world with us, you can't do it without strength." ”

Compared to demon beasts and spirit clans, Ling Muzi was more willing to believe in these indigenous humans, even if they also had impure spirit bloodlines in their bodies.

"Give, give me?" Shingodo has never had such an awareness, he has been trusted by the patriarch, he has been trusted by the sacrifices, he has become one of the strongest in the tribe, and he has also broken the heads of his enemies with his own hands. He knelt on the ground and prayed to the three outsiders not to kill him, but to become servants.

Regarding his humiliating behavior and fear of death, several people in the Zhenwu tribe who followed him silently remained cautious, because this was a very dishonorable thing.

But this outsider in front of him, a powerful outsider, actually gave himself a cup of the most precious 'Sacred Tree Essence' in one tribe!

That's a whole cup!

Who in the tribe can afford a cup except the sacrifice and the patriarch? It's not that it kills itself, it's the thick weight of this trust.

No one is unaware of the precious benefits of the 'Sacred Tree Essence', which can improve one's five senses, improve one's body, and heal the body with just a few drops when injured.

Every drop can be used as currency and caravans in exchange for what you need.

Such a cup may not be seen by ordinary clansmen in a lifetime.

"It's for you, drink it. Improving your strength is the capital that can keep you alive in the future. We are not very sure that we will protect you in a real battle. Ling Muzi said, although his face was still cold.

But Magoto just feels warm.

Without saying anything, Shingoto, who had taken the cup, took a sip and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting for the 'Sacred Tree Essence' to take effect.

Soon, Magoto felt that he had become 'strong', and the strength in his body had increased significantly, and even his mind seemed to become active. He didn't understand that this was a benefit of soul upliftment, and no one had ever really said it to him.

Ling Muzi watched Zhenwu Hu drink it, and after feeling his ascension, he nodded secretly, it seems that the sacrifice of the Zhenwu clan did not deceive himself.

Right!

Ling Muzi's trust in Zhenwuhu is one thing, but on the other hand, Zhenwuhu is a member of the Zhenwu tribe, and before he left Zhenwuhu's tribe, his trust is only a small part, not even as much as Jiukong's.

This cup of 'Holy Tree Essence' is true to improve his strength, but at the same time, isn't it a temptation? Poisonous or not, the people of the Zhenwu tribe will know if they try it.

Although it is a little insidious, it is a means of traveling, and Ling Muzi does not have much regret for doing this kind of thing.

I weighed my pocket, and if I wanted to fill this pocket, it would take hundreds of cups to do it.

Ling Muzi asked, "Are all the fire-fighting trees that don't enter the stream like this?" ”

Mago thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Ling Muzi had a quantitative judgment in his heart, and said, "How many tribes have we seen in total? ”

"About two hundred." Mago said that this was the number that the two of them had searched for in two days, and the population of the tribes that did not enter the flow was only seven or eight hundred, and the population was only one or two hundred.

Like the Yuanyuan tribe, they took advantage of it and got a sacrificial deposit, barely becoming the worst member of the lowest tribes, but they were a little more advanced than those tribes that did not flow in, at least they had their own tribal names.

The unincorporated tribes do not need names, because today they may be tribes, and tomorrow the women among them will be the instruments of the next generation in other tribes, and the men, including the boys, will be killed by another tribe that does not enter the stream.

The cruelty of this society is being staged all the time.

Ling Muzi's massacre was just a microcosm of that cruelty.

"Let's go, now go to the Yuanyuan tribe." Ling Muzi said.

Magoto hurriedly said yes.

The two of them soon came to the tribe of Yuanyuan, or the valley, or the resting place.

But what is different this time is that the patriarch and the priest of the Yuanyuan tribe have all run out, and they dare not slack off a little.

Ling Muzi didn't talk nonsense, so he asked them, "Do you want to be the only low-level tribe within a radius of several hundred kilometers?" Your population can be increased tenfold, provided that in the future you are confident that you will be able to cultivate more sacrifices. ”

Then, the priests and patriarchs of the Yuanyuan tribe, who understood the terrible nature of outsiders, knelt down in front of Ling Muzi without hesitation.

Ling Muzi took the sacrifice of the Yuanyuan tribe with him, and told him that now he was not a sacrifice in the lower tribes, and when there was no sacrifice in the entire Yuanyuan tribe, the patriarch of the Yuanyuan tribe almost didn't cry.

But Ling Muzi told him that he would personally join the Yuanyuan tribe, and all the Yuanyuan tribe needed to do was recruit warriors and go out to fight with him, and one-third of the flesh and blood obtained should be sent to the Zhenwu tribe, and the remaining two-thirds of the flesh and blood tribe could be sacrificed to the Fire Tree.

However, the Yuanyuan tribe must give feedback to themselves according to one cup of 'Sacred Tree Essence' for every 12 people.

Moreover, Ling Muzi promised that when the last tribe was exterminated, he would let the priest return to the Yuanyuan tribe, and if the Yuanyuan tribe wanted to continue the war, then he could continue to help until there was no more low-level tribe around.

It's scary, but it's exciting.

When the clansmen of the Yuanyuan tribe knew about such a thing, the first thing they did was to cheer!

In their opinion, they who have just stepped into the lower tribes naturally understand what the unentered tribes represent, which is barbarism! It is a barbarian people that need to be destroyed.

This is the idea of the tribe, the idea of pathetic pity.

The Yuanyuan tribe is no exception, just because they are a low-class tribe and have their own tribe surname.

A total of 30 warriors were raised, each of whom wore half-body armor and carried a stick in his hand, but the end of the stick was sharp, more like a gun without a head.

"Very well, Magoto will lead the way. More than 200 fire-fighting trees are ours. Ling Muzi stood on a high place and sneered.