When the three of them walked to the front of the tribe, a team of cultivators suddenly came out, Ji Fengtian looked at them vigilantly, and at the same time, he was also wary of the lingering snow around him.

"Oh, we've waited for you!" A voice sounded, and an old man hurriedly ran out, holding Yingxue's hand, and said excitedly.

Ying Xue nodded and said, "Don't worry, patriarch, this is some of the medicines I made before I came over, and now you give these medicines to the person who was eaten by the insects, and you can recover on the spot." ”

The old man quickly took the medicine bag that Ying Xue took out, and led a few people into the territory of the Wu Clan.

Ji Fengtian's eyes narrowed slightly, Ying Xue came to the tribe of the Wu Clan, and even the people around him didn't need to doubt it, he glanced at Di Tian, and in his heart, he looked at Ying Xue's arm, which had a half-cut golden pattern on it.

Thinking of the tribe that had just entered southern Xinjiang, the exterminated tribe, in the innermost room, there was a young girl, and the tattoos on her body were somewhat similar to those of Yingxue.

Entering the Wu tribe, Ji Fengtian and the others could see the strange buildings on both sides, the cultivators of this tribe have many patterns on their clothes, the most obvious of which are black round insects, like seven-star ladybugs, but the patterns on their backs are spikes, and the six claws are like playing with knives, and the barbs are everywhere.

On the surrounding trees, Ji Fengtian could see some insects entering and exiting through the gaps in the trees, and there was a sharp aura coming from the insects, which was obviously not an ordinary thing.

Under some trees, Ji Fengtian could see that many cultivators were pale with pale faces, blank eyes, and sluggish spirits, as if they had been fatally wounded by some kind of fatal wound.

And the old man did as Ying Xue instructed, and whenever he took the herbs that Ying Xue did, the cultivator's spirit quickly recovered.

Thinking of this, Ji Fengtian suddenly had a bold guess in his heart. The spiritual power quietly spread out, lingering on the injured person, and the cultivator who had just recovered was also within the scope of Ji Fengtian's observation. After just a few breaths, Ji Fengtian took back his spiritual power, and he thought of something.

Just now, Ji Fengtian's spiritual power inadvertently swept over Yingxue's body, but he found that Yingxue's breath was almost gone. If it's not very weak, it's some kind of treasure that hides its aura.

Thinking of the previous tragic situation, Ji Fengtian couldn't help but guess that the "chaotic" people wanted to find something seemed to be related to the Chiba tribe. But why didn't they go directly to the Chiba tribe, but chose to track down these lone cultivators.

Looking at Yingxue's busy figure, Ji Fengtian suddenly felt that Yingxue seemed to have become annoying. If the target of the "chaos" is Yingxue, the two of them will reveal their identities, and the strength of the "chaos" person is really terrifying, although Ji Fengtian has cultivation in the body, but under the gap in rank, Ji Fengtian does not dare to guarantee that he is an opponent.

Moreover, that person's strength is definitely not as simple as what Ji Fengtian sees, if there are other people nearby, Ji Fengtian feels that this lingering snow around him will definitely not be relaxed.

Although Yingxue has some kind of secret treasure in his body, Ji Fengtian does not think that Yingxue has a chance to live, if he is really targeted, unless he has a stronger cultivator, otherwise, even if he wants to draw with the battle, he will have to pay a painful price, and the result may not be as Ji Fengtian thought.

Sure enough, just as Ji Fengtian was thinking, the patriarch hurriedly came over and said something in Ying Xue's ear, Ying Xue's face turned white, her brows frowned, and she obviously realized the seriousness of the matter.

Ji Fengtian didn't speak, and under the leadership of a Southern Xinjiang cultivator, he came to a house to rest, quietly waiting for the next day's arrival.

It's just that the death of the scorpion laziness made Ji Fengtian feel that the "chaotic" action would be very fast, and their road to the Wu Clan King City would not be too smooth.

As night fell, the Fire Armor Clan gradually fell into silence, and most of the cultivators fell asleep, however, in the patriarch's room, dozens of Southern Xinjiang cultivators were hidden around, and Ying Xue sat below, saying something with a solemn face.

Ji Fengtian's spiritual power shrouded the entire tribe, and during this period of time, he was more cautious than anyone else, Di Tian sat next to him, his palm gently stroked the Desolate Heaven Demon Halberd, and the power in his body was all reversed.

For some reason, he and Ji Fengtian both felt uneasy in their hearts, this trip to southern Xinjiang might have some big conspiracy.

The members of the "chaos" are not limited to the human realm, and now, Ji Fengtian has seen three, except for An Geng, the combat power of the other two is definitely not comparable to Ji Fengtian now, unless, Ji Fengtian can use the Shura sword used in the ancient battlefield.

However, the launch of the Shura Sword was too difficult, and it was difficult for Ji Fengtian to deduce the power of that sword, and every time he launched it, Ji Fengtian felt that his mind was restless, and a strong killing intent swirled in his mind.

Ji Fengtian was very worried, this kind of emotion would make Ji Fengtian uneasy for a long time, and once that killing emotion grows, it will be difficult to control it.

Even when I see my own people, I have an urge to kill, this is not pure killing intent, but I am controlled by the killing emotion.

Time passed little by little, Ji Fengtian's spiritual power was around, and he never noticed anything abnormal, but the sense of crisis in his heart became more and more obvious, Ji Fengtian felt that the "chaotic" people would definitely come here today, they had been looking for Yingxue for a long time, and even had exterminated Yingxue's tribe.

At this time, in the big tent, Ji Fengtian's spiritual power was carefully probed, and the conversation between the patriarch and Yingxue was also heard clearly by Ji Fengtian, but the current atmosphere has become very dull, for no other reason, because both of them are in a state of hard thought.

As for the cultivators who were ambushed around, they were still on alert at this time, they were lying in ambush here, and it seemed that they had been preparing for a long time, but judging from their sweaty palms, their nervousness was no less than that of the two sitting outside.