On Qingli Island, Chu Tian, who was shirtless, with a bloody leopard skin wrapped around his waist and a big python skin on his shoulder, and was full of savage beastly atmosphere, walked through the camps of slave warriors one after another with a calm demeanor.

Chu Tian had already used Haoyue's way of change to change his body shape and appearance.

At this moment, he is about one foot and three inches tall, his skin is dark, and he is embroidered with various dark blue weird tattoos, which looks hideous and fierce to the extreme. His long hair was scattered haphazardly behind his head, and sweat and blood knotted his long hair, turning into a knot that resembled a small whip.

Tian Xiu used the jade plate to control all the slave warriors, and he didn't worry that they would flee the battlefield. Therefore, Tianxiu has a large and small slave army under his opponents, as long as they can fight hard, they don't do much restraint on weekdays.

On Qingli Island, large and small slave camps are mixed together, just like the tent area where countless refugees gather, and the chaos is extreme.

The wealth accumulated by Qingli Island for countless years was plundered by them, and although the main seizures had been scraped away by Tianxiu, the slave warriors who handled it still got a lot of benefits.

The camp was full of slave warriors who were drinking and shouting unbridledly, and the cellars of fine wine from various wineries, restaurants, big families, and forces of all sizes on Qingli Island were squandered by these slave warriors without the slightest pain.

Piles of bonfires emit bright light and heat at night, fat cows, fat sheep, fat chickens, fat geese...... A large amount of meat was roasted on the campfire, and the aroma of the meat almost condensed into substance, and the smoke made people want to burp.

The cries of women of despair could be heard from the tattered tents, the strange crashing of flesh came from all directions, and the excited and twisted roars of the slave warriors rang out like the roar of wild beasts.

In many places, slave warriors belonging to different groups, or belonging to the same group, were burned by alcohol because of a trivial matter, and they drew their swords against each other, and slashed wildly in the excited roars of countless companions, and blood sprayed out along the sword light and sword shadows, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

When Chu Tian walked past a group of slave warriors who were smearing grease on the ancient trees and lighting them as torches, he knew that this Qingli Island was completely destroyed.

If you want to rebuild, it is not something that can be done in three to five hundred years.

Suddenly, three heavy large flying knives roared and threw them at Chu Tian, the flying knives that were three feet long and flickering with cold light had to weigh tens of thousands of catties, and only Tian Xiu, who was extremely strong in physical strength, chose to use such a heavy weapon!

Where is it like spiritual cultivation, some disciples of the Sword Sect, the flying swords they use are only a few inches long, and under the urging of the sword technique, they can still burst out with terrifying lethality.

Chu Tian waved his right hand, and a black afterimage swung out with a 'woo' sound of the heavy hammer. The three throwing knives slammed into the hammer, easily smashed into pieces by the black and heavy hammer.

Dozens of feet away, a group of slave warriors gathered around the campfire, their faces red from the alcohol, and their eyes gasping for breath like beasts, just burst out into wild laughter, and the laughter came to an abrupt end.

They looked at Chu Tian with shocked eyes, one of them was the tallest, almost the same height as the current Chu Tian, a bald strong man with a convulsive face looking at this side, and on the ground at his feet, there were nine large flying knives that were exactly the same as the flying knives that had just been shattered.

Chu Tian glanced at the big man with a cold gaze.

Obviously, this group of guys drank too much, was extremely bored and wanted to vent a little excessive energy, and Chu Tian, who passed by alone and had a new face, became the best target for them to pick quarrels and provoke trouble.

It's just that they never dreamed that they were provoking such a terrible existence!

There is a huge gap between the Heavenly Cultivators who practice ordinary exercises and the Celestial Clans who practice 'Heavenly Gong'. And the "Great Dream Divine Codex" cultivated by Chu Tian, as well as the mutated "Nine Dead Xuangui Method", as well as the "Anti-Heaven Sword Codex" that has reached the pinnacle of this realm of swordsmanship, are all more profound and magical exercises than ordinary 'Heavenly Gong'.

The strongest physical strength is no more than ten dragon power, and the strongest lethality that can burst out in the realm of life is only a few tens of dragon power, these ordinary heavenly cultivators, in front of Chu Tian, whose physical strength has reached 720,000 dragon power, and the mana cultivation is even worse, they are not even as good as ants!

Tilting his head and glancing at the group of slave warriors who had already drawn their weapons and were about to move, Chu Tian bent down and grabbed a stone the size of a human head from the ground.

After picking up the stones, Chu Tian threw the stones out with great care.

With a 'bang', the stone followed an absolutely straight trajectory, breaking through dozens of white circular qi explosions all the way, and hit the chest of the big man who had just flown out of the flying knife.

Chu Tian had been careful and careful, extremely careful to control his strength, but the stone he threw still directly pierced the big man's chest. A mist of blood erupted, and a dozen slave warriors behind the big man howled in unison, all broken arms, broken shoulders, or equally pierced chests by stones that were too fast to see their shadows.

As soon as the scream came out, it stopped at the same time.

Dozens of big men gritted their teeth and looked at Chu Tian in horror, not daring to make a sound.

Chu Tian sneered, made a threatening gesture of slitting their throats to them, and continued to stride forward with a 'hehe' smile.

Walking all the way, soon, Chu Tian saw a waterhole in front of him, on a ten-zhang high flagpole, a huge blood-colored banner - in the middle of the flag, there was a white wolf roaring in the sky, and a Xuan Eagle flying high.

The station of the Eagle Wolf Regiment has arrived.

Different from the chaotic and chaotic slave camp around it, the camp of the Eagle Wolf Regiment is very neat and regular, with trenches dug on all sides, simple early warning and prohibitions arranged, and dead corners are all expected towers and arrow towers, and there are eye-catching bird demons on duty.

The tents in the camp were neat and clean, and the eagle and wolf warriors sat neatly around the campfire, eating meat and drinking wine, but they did not make the slightest noise, and they were disciplined.

In the dark corners of the camp, there are sentry posts.

As far as Chu Tian could see, there were twelve traveling patrol teams constantly revolving around the camp. Many wolves turned into their original forms, and one after another giant wolves mixed in with the patrol team, their noses twitching constantly, but when outsiders approached, it was difficult to hide their sensitive noses.

The camp faced the direction of the waterhole, opened a gate, and Chu Tian saw at a glance that the old yellow wolf who had been running around with him in Qizhou was turning into a human form, carrying a yellow-haired wolf head, standing in the middle of the gate innocently, obviously the leader in charge of patrolling.