"No, we must drive back to the tribe and tell the chief the information about this son!" The old man in the red robe is an old priest of the Tempest Tribe. Now nearly 1,000 years old, he has experienced many events such as the attack of the top forces in the outside world. Because of this, his knowledge and experience can be described as an antique.

Therefore, after seeing Mengfeng's strength, he understood that the former was the main source of selling pills and the mastermind who planned this matter in their Tempest Department. The purpose was obvious, it was to cut off the supply of their Tempest Tribe's elixir.

And I have to say that Dream Wind's approach was very successful, and in this war, the Tempest Tribe obviously fell into a situation where the elixir was insufficient. They lost at least half of their clansmen. This is still in the past, when they have a lot of inventory, otherwise this time the elixir is insufficient, and it is very likely that they will suffer even more losses.

It was also for this reason that the Tempest Tribe was extremely angry at this person who sold the elixir privately, affected their business, and made them fall into a shortage of elixirs. Even if the losses are heavy, the rectification team will be dispatched as soon as possible.

From the very beginning, the red-robed old man didn't believe that this matter could be planned by just such a few middle-level tribes.

After all, not to mention that they don't have pills, even if they do, with their fear of the Tempest Tribe, they will never have the courage to offend the Tempest Tribe.

Seeing Mengfeng at this moment, it naturally made him understand everything.

And Mengfeng's strength is far beyond his expectations. In any case, he must rush back to the tribe and report the former's information to the Tempest chieftain so that the Tempest tribe can make a new response. Otherwise, if Dream Wind is allowed to act recklessly like this, it will inevitably become a great disaster for the Tempest Tribe.

"Bai Yan, for the sake of the tribe, I'm sorry!"

Looking at the white priest in his hand, the red-robed old man gritted his teeth and directly turned around and threw it towards Mengfeng in the back.

Carrying the White Priest greatly affected his speed. He understood that if this continued, it wouldn't be long before Dream Wind would catch up. When the time comes, not only the white priest, but even him, it will be difficult to escape again.

The old man in the red robe has lived for nearly a thousand years, and life and death are actually very light on him. However, the appearance of Dream Wind made him see a threat, a threat to the Tempest Tribe. He can leave his personal life and death behind, but he can't sit idly by and ignore the crisis of the tribe.

So, he had to go back to the tribe!

In comparison, the White Priest, the young priest of the Tempest Tribe, he could only grit his teeth and give up.

"Flame Slash!"

Seeing that the red-robed old man actually threw the white priest over, Mengfeng couldn't help but be slightly stunned. But soon he woke up, waved his hand and a sharp edge dyed with purple flames, which just roared out.

"Huh!?"

Under the crisis of life and death, the white priest, who had just been in a coma for a short time, had the nerves in his mind that prompted him to wake up suddenly.

"Bastard!!"

Seeing a sharp edge rushing towards his face, the white priest's face suddenly changed greatly. Because the wild island was unable to fly, he was thrown into the air at the moment, and he couldn't manipulate his body freely at all. Therefore, there was no accident, the edge of Mengfeng's path fell straight on him.

"Puff ——"

Blood splattered everywhere, and I saw that the white priest's bare abdominal muscles cracked open at this moment, and blood gushed out from it, instantly dyeing most of his body red.

After a scream, the white priest also fell straight to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

was hit directly by such a sharp blow from Mengfeng, and if you were an ordinary person, your entire body would be split in two. And I have to say that the body of this white priest has been tempered in every way, and he used his body to forcibly take over the edge of the dream wind, and he only suffered a wound that did not die.

Don't look at the wounds of the White Priest, they look very horrible and shocking. But this can only be regarded as a flesh wound, and it does not really hurt the internal organs of the White Priest.

Because of this, a few seconds after falling to the ground, the body of the white priest stood up from the smoke and dust.

"The hateful old thing, you actually left me behind!" Looking into the distance, the red-robed old man who had turned into a red dot and was gradually moving away, the face of the white priest was undoubtedly very gloomy.

Although he had a very good relationship with the red-robed old man before this, no one who suffered this kind of treatment could not have a good impression of his friend. If he could, the white priest wouldn't mind tearing the red-robed old man to shreds at this moment.

"Boy, you first broke my arm, and now you have seriously injured me. Today, if it is not torn to pieces, this priest will no longer be called a priest."

Of course, in comparison, the white priest's resentment towards Mengfeng at this moment was far stronger than that of the red-robed old man.

After all, for the tribes and natives on the fierce island, it is far more difficult for them to recover from a broken arm than for the outside sealers. There are no alchemists here. Although there are some doctors who can bandage, it is not possible for them to continue the injury of the arm.

Therefore, if the White Priest's arm wants to be withdrawn, it will inevitably cost the Tempest Tribe a lot of money and ask the top forces in the outside world to send someone here.

And this will undoubtedly deduct the white priest's large amount of cultivation resources in the tribe in exchange.

As soon as he thought of this, the White Priest looked at Mengfeng and couldn't help but feel angry.

Because after breaking his arm before, he fainted directly in pain. So I didn't see the collision between Mengfeng and the old man in the red robe. Otherwise, he would definitely run away without saying a word at this moment.

After all, as one of the old priests of the Tempest Tribe, the red-robed old man was much stronger than these young priests in terms of strength.

"Boy, die!"

Rolling energy, forming an astonishing power of light, condensed on the White Priest's only remaining left fist. looked at Mengfeng from afar, only to see that in his eyes, Dao Dao bloodshot burst out, his face was hideous, and his fists were also smashed towards Mengfeng far away.

The momentum roars like mountains and seas, and it is extraordinarily impressive!

In the face of the white priest's attack, Meng Feng also had to stop and let the red-robed old man go away.

The Spirit Gathering Knife appeared in his hand, and the five-fold sword momentum swept out from his body, colliding with the white priest's mountain-like momentum. However, it was just a face, and the sword momentum of Mengfeng was like a giant axe of Pangu that opened the world, splitting the mountains and seas of the white priest.

"Bang ——"

With a loud bang, the momentum of the mountains and seas around the white priest suddenly shattered. A dazzling purple-gold sword also broke through the air at this moment, piercing straight through the white priest's body.

"No !——"

"Boom!"

Under the frightened roar of the white priest, his body had already been swept by the sword, and his entire body suddenly bloomed with Dao Purple Flame, and it exploded in all directions.

For the first time, Meng Feng stretched out his hand to blow up the countless blood of the white priest, condensing them together, forming a ball of blood the size of a human head. The purple thunder light and fire raged out, and this mass of blood was immediately incinerated away, and in an instant, there was only a handful left, and finally it was refined into a drop, very essence, glowing essence blood.

The small jade bottle was taken out, and Mengfeng took it into the bottle.

As the Holy Guwan Clan, every tribe on the Fierce Wild Island has a trace of the bloodline of the various clans of the Holy Guwan Clan. Even if this trace of bloodline has been diluted to the extreme, it is still the bloodline of the Saint Gu Wan Clan. And the existence that can be cultivated to the emperor realm, this trace of bloodline is undoubtedly much richer than the bloodline of ordinary people.

This can be seen from the fact that the blood of this white priest's body can be condensed into such a drop of essence blood right now.

Maybe this drop of essence blood is not as good as a drop of essence blood of any member of the Feng clan in the Holy Ancient Period. But for the present world, such a drop of essence blood can be described as extremely rare.

In addition, according to Mengfeng's understanding from ancient books, the essence blood of the Shenggu Wan Clan Wind Clan has a trace of wind perception. For the seal master who cultivates the wind attribute, it has great benefits. It was precisely because of this that Mengfeng deliberately condensed the blood that was supposed to be blown apart by the white priest's body, and then refined it.

After all, even if he didn't need it, there were many clansmen in their dream family who cultivated the wind attribute, but they could use it.

It's really not good, if you put it up for auction, you will inevitably be attacked by countless cultivators of the wind attribute seal.

"It's so poor that you can!"

On the ground on the side, he picked up a space ring that was blown open by the white priest, but when he found all the items in it, the corners of Mengfeng's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

This is definitely the poorest of the powerhouses in the Emperor Realm he has ever seen.

In the entire space ring, there was only one high-grade spiritual weapon armor, and then there were about seven or eight bottles of ground-grade junior and intermediate elixirs and less than a hundred elixirs.

Although these elixirs are rare in the outside world, they are not so expensive. Because of this, the White Priest's Space Ring can be said to be extremely poor. At least compared to other Emperor Realm powerhouses, this is undoubtedly the case.

"Master Dream, how's it going?"

At this time, I only heard a burst of wind, and it was the eight tribal chiefs who had already solved the hundreds of Tempest Tribe elites who had caught up with them. Seeing Mengfeng, the eight tribal chiefs stopped one after another, looked at the former with curiosity on their faces and asked.

"Killed one, but another ran away for him. Dream Wind said lightly.

"Killed one, ran one?"

Meng Feng's faint words, listening to the ears of the eight tribal chiefs, were tantamount to thunder on the ground, and their faces were all filled with shock.

After all, how strong the two priests of the Tempest Tribe were, it can be seen from the strength of the white priest alone that he can easily repel several chiefs. But in the face of such two powerful priests, Meng Feng actually killed one directly, looking at this understatement, it seems that he is still very dissatisfied.

The eight tribal chiefs couldn't help but inhale slightly, knowing the former's strength.

Thinking of this, the other seven people, except for the chief of the Shiheng tribe, were all secretly happy. Fortunately, at that time, in the face of the batch of pills that Meng Feng directly gave them, they did not have the idea of coveting this batch of pills and running away with the pills. Otherwise, I am afraid that they will already be in the bush of corpses, and I don't know which fierce beast they will become the food of the belly.

"My message is expected to reach the Tempest Tribe soon. I believe that it won't be long before the Tempest Tribe has a new move. Therefore, chiefs, please move the tribe to the vicinity of the Shiheng tribe as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to take care of each tribe separately!" At this time, Mengfeng suddenly raised his head and said to the tribal chiefs.

Hearing this, the eight tribal chiefs were slightly stunned, but after thinking about it carefully, their eyes showed a solemn look.

Now that the Tempest Tribe and the Demon Tribe's battle has just ended, they have suffered heavy losses. It is not possible for the former to send more than one priest at the same time. After all, in this way, Mengfeng and the others could completely leak the news to the Demon Tribe, and I believe that the latter would be happy to take the opportunity to attack the headquarters of the Tempest Tribe.

Without sending out a number of priests to kill Dream Wind, this is obviously impossible.

Because from this battle, Dream Wind easily killed the White Priest and repelled the Red Priest, who was the old priest of the Tempest Tribe. With this kind of strength, it is impossible to kill without sending more than five priests to come at the same time. Therefore, the Tempest Tribe will inevitably retreat to the next best thing and go to defeat each other.

If their tribe does not migrate quickly, it will not be long before they are likely to be attacked by the Tempest Tribe.

"Master Dream, I'll take my leave first!"

Knowing the importance of the matter, how dare the tribal chiefs slack off?

Only the chieftain of the Shiheng tribe remained.

"Master Meng, then we ...... next" Because Mengfeng said it himself, letting the tribes come to the Shiheng tribe was obviously with the intention of using the Shiheng tribe as a base. Therefore, the chiefs of the Shiheng tribe do not need to be in a hurry to migrate the tribe like the chiefs of other tribes.

"Go back to the Shiheng tribe, and then send someone to the Demon Tribe. Tell them that we are willing to cooperate with them to destroy the Tempest Tribe!" Mengfeng said after a deep groan.

"What! Destroy the Tempest Tribe!?"

...... (To be continued)