This thrilling battle for the survival of the tribe ended in the defeat of the Inhuman tribe. For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, although it was considered a victory, everyone in the Shentian tribe was not happy, and even some strong men couldn't help crying. At a glance, the color of blood is boundless. The tranquil and beautiful tribal core is full of devastation, and the power of destruction has long since turned the entire core into a barren land.

The mountains and rivers are upside down, and under the devastated ravines, there are buried the bloody remnants of countless clansmen, women, children, and even young children, and the bones are piled up. This is the hatred of blood and tears, the blood shame of the tribe, and the disaster of the tribe, but it is not enough to make the strong fearful. Today's sound, he is the fruit of the day, tooth for tooth, blood for blood, only with the blood of the enemy, can all this be washed away, so that the dead can rest in peace.

After the baptism of life and death, many of the surviving clansmen have undergone amazing changes when they are resting their homes.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kings chose to retreat directly, in the words he left, to digest the results of this creation given by the gods, and at the same time sort out the follow-up path of the god-poured tribe. As soon as these words came out, the snow eel and Lian Yi, who had just recovered and woken up, were excited, and the two of them coincidentally chose to be the protector of the gods, and at the same time to recover from the injuries left over from the war.

In this regard, the cautious Mahal is not worried.

Even if the two of them still have the intention of assassination at this time, they are no longer in the face of Jins, who has become the messenger of the gods. The messenger of the gods has the ability to communicate with the gods and spirits, and to bring the gods closer to each other between beliefs, which is enough to exert great oppression on the people of the god-inclined tribe. Of course, these are all things that I heard from Kings later. After all, if there is no means of suppression, even if you risk death to successfully communicate with the gods, and you are immediately wiped out by the people of the Shentian tribe who are carried away by anger, who would want to communicate with this kind of mortal result?

But from this point of view, I can really integrate into this tribe with peace of mind.

Mahar walked among the tribes with a nonchalant expression, and from time to time he helped some of his people reroute and rebuild their homes. The essence blood of the Eightfold Heavenly Demon King was already lacking after Maihar broke through the Sixfold Heaven from the peak of the Fourfold Heaven, and the Great War of the Seven Great Ranks was even more exhausted. The remaining three drops of the Sixfold Heavenly Essence Blood, with Maihar's cultivation at this time, can be refined while walking.

However, three drops of Sixfold Heavenly Essence Blood allowed him to break through the middle stage at most, and it had little impact on his combat power.

However, the three drops of essence blood have a miraculous effect on the terrifying serious injury, and Mahal does not intend to use it to break through the realm, but to keep it for future healing. During this period, Mehal also thought about whether to wipe out the big black dog and refine a drop of Sevenfold Heavenly Essence Blood. However, the big black dog obviously helped the Shentian tribe escape, and after using the miraculous medicine to beat the big black dog into a deep sleep, it was not good to take revenge, so he let it sleep on the altar all the time, leaving it alone.

So, after the whole tribe fell into a period of recuperation, Mahar was the most laid-back one.

Walking in the tribe, he was respected and fanatical all the way. From time to time, he helped to rebuild, which made Zhu Qiang even more grateful.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Mehal paused, and turned to look. Immediately, in the deep eyes, the pupils shrank slightly. Not far from the line of sight, a rickety old figure appeared at some point, just standing quietly in the wind, letting the wind blow the wrinkled face and hair of the vicissitudes of eternity. can't stop the familiar and vast old cloudy eyes, and the vicissitudes of life are gone.

It's the Ancient Ancestral Tiger!

"Interesting young man, Uncle Qi invites you to go. Gu Zuhu saw Mehal looking at him and said with interest.

The shadow of blood swept through Mehal's heart, and he involuntarily stepped back.

"Boom!"

Mahal's body shook slightly, and his raised foot couldn't fall anymore no matter how hard he tried. The surrounding space suddenly turned into mountains of dark iron, blocking the space and freezing Mehal in the void. A terrifying depression rose from his heart, almost suffocating, as if a huge mountain of iron buckets was descending, and the moment it came, it was enough to crush him to death.

"I'll go with you!" said Mahal in a deep voice.

In an instant, the whole body was light, and the feeling of horror disappeared without a trace.

Gu Zuhu nodded lightly to Mehal, and immediately walked towards a certain mountain peak, one step at a time, and the afterimage said. Taking a deep look, Mehal followed the figure of Gu Zuhu, single-handedly, not afraid of half a point, if he really wanted to take his own life, Mehal believed that as long as Gu Zuhu made a move, Mehal would be ten dead.

What's more, it's the one who is even more ancient and terrifying!

Along the way, the speed of the body became faster and faster, until in the end, it was only after Mehal did his best to barely keep up.

Soon, the two came to the bottom of a lone peak.

Flying and leaping, the two easily stepped on the top of this lonely peak, saw the thatched hut paved with yellow-brown straw, and at the same time saw the thatched hut in front of the thatched house, the blood-red and piercing blood shadow, connected with the heaven and earth, obviously the figure was here, but Mehal's strong and clear perception did not feel half of the existence of the blood shadow, like a vacuum.

Looking closely, Mehal also saw the face of the blood shadow clearly for the first time in the true sense.

The real body of the Blood Shadow is a middle-aged man with a dragon and a jade crown on his head. The jaw bones are high and the nose bridge is low, the facial features are delicate and small, the thin eyebrows are pleasing to the eye, the delicate and elegant natural nature, although it is not so handsome and chic, but if it is placed in a young age, it will also be a picturesque eyebrow, beautiful as a fairy. In the eyes of the middle-aged man with blood shadows as vast as stars, the stars were shattered, forming a terrifying scene.

In addition to palpitations, Mehal felt a peaceful and peaceful force soothing his heart.

"It's a pity" When the middle-aged ancient existence of Blood Shadow looked at Mehal carefully, he shook his head slightly and sighed.

The emotion flashed, and the blood shadow officially looked at Mahal and said, "Mahal, you can call me Uncle Qi the same as Xiaohu." ”

Gu Zuhu, who was standing on the side, smiled at Mahal and nodded.

Mahal turned a thousand times, and from beginning to end, he had never felt any compelling momentum and malice in this Blood Shadow Strange Uncle.

However, even if there is malice, it is impossible to detect it in the realm of Mehar.

In that case, Mahal was cheeky and raised his name. Mahal bowed, smiling.

"Gao Pan?" Uncle Qi hooked the corners of his mouth, a little funny, and scolded, "You junior, you still learn that set of old-fashioned styles." Since you think it's cheeky, then I'll have a drink with you Uncle Qi and me today. ”

After Uncle Qi finished speaking to Mehal, he turned his head to look at Gu Zuhu on the side, and said, "Xiaohu, go to the ancient tribe of the Tooth Festival, and invite a few cooks to come over and cook some delicacies. ”

"Okay!" Gu Zuhu smiled and nodded.