There are a lot of bandits, and judging by the sound of gunfire, there are at least about eighty people.

After the gunshots rang out, the attack of this group of bandits was very fierce, although this group of bandits had no rules and no routines, but the outlaws were not so easy to deal with after all.

However, in the end, there was no danger, and soon, Zarkha and Suha led the team to eliminate all these bandits.

This scene couldn't help but make Zhuang Feng sigh, human life, in the face of survival, is really not worth mentioning, these bandits may be better dead than alive.

The convoy continued on as if nothing had happened.

For the next few hours, the convoy encountered no obstacles and everything went smoothly.

But at this time, Zarkha's face was tightly locked, as if he was worried about something.

Although Zhuang Feng didn't know what he was worried about, as soon as he came out of that small country just now, he encountered an ambush by bandits, and after solving the bandits, he had a smooth journey, which seemed a bit unreasonable.

It's always a little too quiet before the storm.

"Zarkha, is there something you haven't told me?" Zhuang Feng asked, in fact, there was something exposed in the text bag on Zarkha's head.

Zhuang Feng already knew why Zarkha and Suha were eager to take Gude back to the desert primitive clan to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors, it was because the desert primitive clan was experiencing a catastrophe, and some people forced the palace to rebel, intending to snatch the position of patriarch king.

Only when Goode successfully returned to the Desert Primitives could Baras, who was Good's father, be able to go from acting patriarch and king to official patriarch and king.

And the old king, Barbibas, the father of Barras, is now dying, and his days are numbered, and the rebellious side will never let Goode return to the desert primitive clan smoothly if he finds an opportunity.

Conspiracy is an accomplice to danger, danger is the prelude to conspiracy, and now, the closer you are to the desert primitives, the more immeasurable the danger will come.

Listening to Zhuang Feng ask himself, Zarkha was embarrassed to hide it anymore, although Zhuang Feng knew everything, but he still listened to Zarkha tell the details of the situation.

“........................”

After listening to what Zarkha said, Zhuang Feng said: "It's okay, since ancient times, evil has prevailed over righteousness, what kind of chaotic ministers and thieves and the like, we can't afford to make any splashes, as long as we remain vigilant along the way, we will definitely reach your desert primitive clan territory smoothly." ”

Hearing this, Zarkha muttered, "I hope." ”

......

At this moment, in the territory of the desert primitive clan.

This is a place in the deepest part of the desert, standing on the side of the only vast oasis above the desert, majestic buildings rise and fall, but this is a place where outsiders rarely visit, ordinary people want to find here, it is really difficult, basically people who want to come here, without waiting to pass through the sandstorm rolled up by the mist, will basically be a wilderness.

If you want to enter or get out of here, only the Desert Primitives have their way.

......

At this time, in the palace of the king of the desert primitive tribe, although it is not a magnificent palace, it is a little dilapidated, but to be able to build such a building in the desert, I have to say that the wisdom of the desert primitive tribe is amazing, because it is not a simple thing to be able to build a building on the desert, and the buildings they built are already the ultimate in competition with nature.

Just like the pyramids on earth, its greatness has nothing to do with its size, let alone whether it is well built or not, but that kind of achievement is enough to be praised by anyone.

In the room of the old king Babibas in the palace.

Babibas lay on the bed, weak and unfocused, his whole body curled up in thin and thin pieces, and he was at the end of his life, and he was at risk of going to see his ancestors at any time.

At this time, his son Barras was sitting at the head of Babibas's bed, with despair and hope in his eyes, but more than that, he hoped that his father, Babbibas, would live a little longer to pay for his willfulness back then.

"Father, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, woo woo woo ......"

Barras actually cried, it was because of his willfulness that he left with his wife and children, so that he lost the young Goode, and then searched for it, but there was no whereabouts, so that at this juncture, the desert primitive tribe was torn apart, and the conspiracy of the opposition was about to subvert the rights here at any time, and the tribesmen were even more coerced into not knowing what the future would be, and they lived in fear every day.

Babitas was speechless, his eyes were moving, as if to convey something to his son Baras, and suddenly a crystal tear flashed in the corner of his eye, which meant that Babibas did not blame Ballas.

"Father...... Father!"

Babibas really couldn't hold on, he finally exhausted his last strength, closed his eyes and went west.

Seeing this, Barras burst into tears, "Woo woo woo...... Father, Father......"

At this moment, a series of footsteps were heard.

Startled, Barras jerked up from his chair and looked behind him.

"Tours, your plot will not succeed, the throne is mine, and you don't want to take it. "Ballas is tough, but it doesn't hurt.

The man was tall and mighty, a few points weaker than Baras, this man's name was Turs, he was the supreme commander of the opposition, and now the entire royal city of the desert primitive tribe was controlled by him, and what he was waiting for was Babibas's journey to the west, and then he became the highest point of power, and justifiably coerced tens of thousands of subjects to become slaves under his rule.

The old king is dead, and according to the clan rules, heirs without heirs are automatically disfranchised, so you are no longer the acting patriarch and king, you are now a ...... waste."

"What are you going to do?" Barras asked Turles.

Turce laughed, "Hahaha! Do I have to tell you this? But don't worry, I won't kill you, I want you to see me the moment I become the new king and accept the worship of all the peoples, and kill you! Oh, by the way, I heard that you have found your son, right?" But you still don't have to expect anything, as long as I am here, your father and son don't want to meet, he is all under my control now, as long as I give the order at any time, your son will lose his head, and then I will be merciful and find a way to let your father and son die together......"

"Hahaha...... I'm really curious, will your son blame you, you can think about the opening words of the moment when your father and son met and walked towards death together, will he scold you for being irresponsible......?

Turce looked at Barras with a mocking look on his face as a victor, and after the words fell, a pair of warriors behind him came up to Barras and captured him.

Then Turce ordered, "Take it to prison!"

"Yes, master!"

The warriors were ordered to suppress Ballas, and Ballas didn't say anything more, because he knew that if he touched Tours's sensitive nerves now, he might be killed by the other party now, and when he thought of this, he could only compromise under the other party's obscenity, he was now praying, praying that he could see Goode smoothly, and even more greedy praying, praying that Tours' conspiracy could be exposed in front of everyone's eyes under the eyes of the primitive tribesmen of the desert.

Seeing that Baras was taken away, Turce said to an old man in front of him: "Priest, immediately decree the whole family, the old king has returned, and the whole country will hold a mourning ceremony......"

"Yes, master. ”

Now even the royal priests of the desert primitive clan are calling the master of Turs one by one, which shows how powerful Turs is.

At this moment, Turce smiled slyly, and said uncontrollably: "The holy relic is in my hands, it will definitely have greater power! Hahaha! Hahaha! The desert primitive clan is already in my bag, so is the outside world still far away?"

is another treacherous villain who doesn't know the height of the sky, delusional about greater power, compared to Zhuo Bufan's kind of person, Tours is not much better, it is simply a raccoon dog.

......

Dusk was approaching, and the convoy finally appeared in front of a misty sandstorm.

The sandstorm rolled ahead, and there was nothing to be seen in the area that was covered.

At this time, Zarkha introduced to Zhuang Feng: "Boss Zhuang, here, through the sandstorm, it is the place where our desert primitive clan is located." ”

As he was talking, Zarkha suddenly exclaimed, "What's the situation? How can this be?"

At this time, the leader of the car jumped out of the off-road vehicle and ran away quickly, and the off-road vehicles behind also stopped, except for the second off-road vehicle pulling Goode and Mourning towards the sandstorm, and disappeared in a moment.

Turning around, Suha was lying in a pool of blood, stretching out her hands and not believing what had happened suddenly, and she was dying.

Zhuang Feng had expected this a long time ago, although he didn't find any disturbance in the overhead text bag of the team leader and the other people who came to pick him up, but such a scene, in the TV series he watched when he was on Earth, was about to vomit blood, and it was just a common scene.

This is clearly a reversal of the pace of the opposition procession.

Looking at the panicked Zarkha, Zhuang Feng said: "Go and see your brother Suha, I don't think we will live easily." ”

As he spoke, Zhuang Feng jumped out of the off-road vehicle, and suddenly more than a hundred black-faced fierce men rushed out of the sandstorm, all of whom were the elites of the Desert Primitive Opposition.

Those black-faced fierce men came to the off-road vehicle that Zhuang Feng and Zarkha were riding, and surrounded them.

At this time, Zhuang Feng sacrificed the fruit knife in his hand, he was already planning to fight, and in the face of these black-faced men, he didn't have the slightest worry, because the system had estimated the strength of these black-faced men, which seemed to be difficult to deal with, and the fight was just chopping melons and vegetables.

"Yikes!"

The black-faced warriors greeted Zhuang Feng, and all of them raised the magic wands transformed from the stems of rootless grass in their hands, and in an instant, the wind swept the clouds, thunder and lightning, and the flames splashed everywhere......

"Yaaaaaa

"The high tables and low benches are all wood, and his eldest uncle and his second uncle are all his uncles!"

It was too late to say that it was too late, Zhuang Feng had already recited the magic formula, opened the stealth technique at any time, and then rushed into the group of black-faced fierce men.

"Suha!

"Yikes!"

Zarkha reacted to what was happening, pulled the stems of rootless grass from his neck, and launched a counterattack.

"Ahh......h

Zhuang Feng came to the group of black-faced fierce men, the fruit knife in his hand greeted him violently, and in an instant, the heads of more than a dozen black-faced fierce men were separated from their body corpses, and one by one fell inexplicably in a pool of blood, and the eyes after the tragic death still carried a look of disbelief.

"Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding......"

During this period, the system was not idle, estimating the force value he obtained for Zhuang Feng......

Zhuang Feng continued to fight, and the old trick was repeated, and after reciting the magic trick, some disappeared between the remaining group of black-faced fierce men, they couldn't figure out Zhuang Feng's path at all, and they were all confused by fear for a while.

"Whoosh ......"

The fruit knife in his hand danced and attacked again, and several black-faced fierce men killed one after another, and this time they didn't even have time to scream......

"Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding......"

The system continues to calculate the amount of force value obtained, and this wave has made a lot of money.

But the team of black-faced fierce men was too numerous, Zhuang Feng only saw more than a hundred at first, but now after the sandstorm, more than a hundred came out, as if he could never finish killing.

"Damn, did Lao Tzu stab a hornet's nest? Why are there so many big blacks who are not afraid of death?"

Thinking of this, Zhuang Feng summoned the four divine beasts of the cottage.

"Come out, I'm going to get you some more food!"

"Whoa......"

"Whoa......"

The four divine beasts of the cottage were released from the sea of knowledge, and they were all happy, they hadn't experienced such a hearty scene for a long time, and they really wanted to eat a big rhythm.

Here, the green dragon flapped its wings wildly, and after a few bites, it swallowed a few black-faced fierce men alive.

Over there, the white tiger swung its tail into the crowd, not to be outdone, and stuffed its mouth in a few bites.

Vermilion Bird Xuanwu was not far behind, as if concocted, after the appearance of the four divine beasts of the cottage, dozens of black-faced fierce men were solved in an instant.

Those black-faced fierce men really haven't experienced such a battle scene, they thought that the victory was in hand, it was just a small task, but they didn't expect that the finishing work was so difficult at the moment, and they actually jumped out of Zhuang Feng and other fierce people, which made them doubt life.

Zhuang Feng didn't even give them a chance to doubt life, and when the four divine beasts of the cottage participated in the battle, Zhuang Feng raised the fruit knife in his hand again, and killed those black-faced fierce men.

At this time, the Zarkha, who was immersed in the battle on the side, was stunned, and couldn't help but murmur while fighting: "Boss Zhuang, this is too powerful, right? It seems that our desert primitive clan has been saved, saved!"

(End of chapter)