I don't know how Tu Jiang persuaded the old man of Sanling, so that this native, who did not easily leave the mother tree, brought all the clansmen to Lishan Town.

Seeing Qing Yu walking slowly, he was as calm as a god of death.

As he walked, he was still casting magic, fire, earth, and wind took turns to attack, and each wave of basic magic had to take away a large number of natives.

The old man of Sanling was furious, and the wooden staff slammed into the ground, and green vines also grew on the ground, and the strange green vines were born. Then, under his spell, Qingteng attacks Qingyu.

With green vines to green vines, two different green vines are intertwined with each other and devouring each other. The green vine of the green feather is the flower of death, which is definitely the top king of plants, but the green vine of the old man of the three feathers is also extraordinary, and it can compete with the flower of death.

Qing Yu only glanced at it, then ignored it, and said to the old man Sanling, "You should not leave your sacred tree, because he cannot die under the sacred tree and become fertilizer for the tree. ”

The old man Sanling seemed to understand, and he was a little excited and angry when he was talking and gesturing, but Qing Yu didn't understand. He pulled out his ghost-slashing knife and sped up suddenly. The ghost slasher dragged on the ground, plowing a ravine, stirring up a glimmer of sparks.

When there were still five yards left before the old man of the three feathers, the ghost slashing knife jumped high and slashed down.

The old man stretched out two fingers and drew in the void.

The closer the knife got to the old man, the more it looked like it had fallen into a quagmire, and there was a massive amount of slime glue stumbling over the ghost slashing knife, making it impossible for him to go deeper.

Qing Yu was a little surprised that this old man of the three feathers had such a clever method. This is not like the combat skills of a race without many intelligence.

Draw the knife, withdraw the knife, and then draw the knife.

Qing Yu was not entangled, and since the first knife was blocked, he withdrew the second knife. The second sword activated the Source of Destruction Star Technique, and the sword was as dark as darkness. The ghost slashing knife slashed again in the defense arranged by the old man, but it was like defeating Ge. Those sticky sensations don't seem to exist at all.

The old man was startled, his eyes wide open, full of fear. He opened his mouth wide and made a high-pitched voice: "Sani estimate, Sani estimate, A-estimate Morisica......"

Qing Yu didn't know what he was talking about, and the ghost slashing knife didn't stop in the slightest, and wiped it over the old man's neck. First, there was a paper-thin blood mark, faint as if there was still nothing. But after a few moments, blood oozed out, and then, the blood turned into a spurt, and the head with the feather fell from the neck in disbelief.

Qing Yu didn't expect to kill this old man who was equivalent to the peak of the star so easily.

The death of the old man did not crush the natives, who became more irritable and angry. This time, they withdrew from the walls of Lishan Town, but attacked Qingyu frantically.

Although Qing Yu was powerful, his face was also pale at this time. He could kill a thousand, kill ten thousand, but that had to be unthreatened, and how could he face a siege of hundreds of natives on his own. They all went one after another, and when they died, they had to bite off a piece of meat from Qingyu's body.

Ordinary natives are fine, but there are still more than 100 people with feathers in their heads, and the strength of those who insert a feather is also stronger than Shama.

Qing Yu blessed himself with wind magic, and his body slowly rose into the air. The natives couldn't fly, they could only raise their heads and roar angrily, throwing the wooden spear in their hands, but Qing Yu's feet had already condensed a piece of extreme ice.

"Although it is not a sense of accomplishment to kill you, it is also annoying to have ants around your feet. Let's all die!"

A door was opened, and the first one to break out was the golden-eyed war ape. It roared in the sky, and the iron rod in its hand roared and rushed towards the natives. Then, there were iron-armored demon rhinos, empty and endless, forming a torrent of iron-armored, sweeping towards the natives.

The natives who came from the mountains left behind the corpses of the mountains, and then fled from the mountains. Tu Jiang was also engulfed and wanted to take the opportunity to escape. But Qing Yu's gaze had already locked on him. Take out the Dujiao bow again, and the whoosh is two arrows.

The first arrow nailed Tujiang to the tree pole, and the arrow pierced through the back, leaving only the inch-long tail feather still exposed on the back. Tu Jiang's mouth was full of blood, he wanted to beg for mercy, he wanted to struggle, but the second arrow arrived, and it hit the back of the heart.

From the siege of the natives to the defeat of the natives, it only took half an hour. Looking at the ruined city walls, with corpses and blood on them, people believe that all this is true.

The people began to cheer, cheers for the rest of their lives.

Just when the people of Lishan Town were praising Qing Yu's great might, Qing Yu disappeared and did not return to Lishan Town.

He went to the mother tree of this tribe, and still held the wooden staff of the old man with three feathers in his hand. I don't know what kind of tree this wooden staff is made of, it is as warm as jade, and heavy as lead and iron.

There are more than 100 natives of Yiling and Erling at the mother tree, Qingyu did not hide, but came in a grand manner, which had already alarmed these guards. Qing Yu didn't talk nonsense with them, and killed them directly.

None of the natives guarding the mother tree retreated, but held on to the end, fighting to the death. Their intellect is not high, and perhaps because of this, they are not afraid of death, but they are attacked by something more terrible than death.

Qing Yu didn't have the slightest mercy, and after killing them all, he really stood under the mother tree. The mother tree is spiritual, it is already trembling with fear, but it is deeply rooted in it, and it cannot escape, otherwise it would have fled long ago.

In the sea of consciousness, he suddenly received a divine consciousness communication from the mother tree: "Great hero, I am willing to be your tool." Just give me enough energy, and I can grow strong warriors. These fighters are absolutely loyal to you. ”

Qing Yu was also a little surprised, he didn't expect this mother tree to have spiritual wisdom. The voice of the machine spirit also came, saying, "Don't be surprised, these broods will give birth to spirit intelligence as they grow, and they can also be upgraded. It's just that this kind of brood should be the lowest made by the Outlanders. Before it gives birth to its first soldier, if it confesses you as Lord, it can indeed be your most loyal servant, but if it gives birth to its first soldier, it cannot be confessed to the Lord. ”

"The seniors rest assured, the juniors didn't plan to contain such an evil tree, but they still absorbed its essence. ”

"Haha, it's very much, with the essence of this brood, the old man can also recover a little. ”

"Let's do it. ”

Qing Yu summoned the Golden-Eyed War Ape and the Phantom Ray, and they guarded her safety.

A faint light shrouded the mother tree, and the Grim Reaper's splendor had been entwined, and the flowers the size of the algae pots were like big mouths, devouring them frantically. The mother tree made a rustling sound, as if begging for mercy, as if screaming.

An hour later, the huge mother tree was gone, leaving not a single rhizome behind. The god of death, Qingyu, and the machine spirit, all three of them had a full meal. The machine spirit burped and said, "Yes, yes, the old man will go and refine it first." ”

When Qing Yu devoured it, he took the opportunity to build the fifth layer of the star platform, and the sixth layer of the star platform also had a faint prototype. Fanghua, the god of death, was the first-hand devourer, and with Qing Yu's acquiescence, he also intercepted the essence of Dali. After absorbing these essences, the Grim Reaper Blossom also had a new change, and it even bore fruit.