Rain cats and dogs.

Broken Ling knelt down on one knee in front of Ye Xi in the rain and replied, "You said that the people of the Bloodline Tribe can stay if they remove the totem, and now all the Bloodpattern people have removed their totems, so they have not left." ”

Ye Xi was stunned, and thought he had misheard: "You mean...... Everyone?"

Broken Ling: "Yes, they are all kneeling at the gate now. ”

Ye Xi's expression was shocked.

After a while, he said, "Go." ”

Ye Xi held the ancestral witch bone staff with the broken feather and the red eagle, and strode into the pouring rain.

The rain did not drench Ye Xi, they were evaporated by the magic power when they approached Ye Xi, turning into a mist surrounding him, lined with snow-white flowing silk robes, and the tall ancestral witch bone staff, making Ye Xi look particularly holy and mysterious.

As he walked, some of his people saluted him in awe.

Ye Xi walked towards the city gate.

Through the rain curtain, he saw from a distance nearly a thousand warriors of the Blood-Patterned Tribe, kneeling neatly at the gate of the outer city, each with their heads hanging and their upper bodies bare, revealing their left chests with the totem removed.

The surrounding darkness was full of people, and even the city walls were full.

Some watched them in silence, some whispered, and some shouted at them with rage, shouting hoarsely and hatefully, "Kill them!"

"Kill them!!"

However, when Ye Xi walked over, these voices gradually subsided, and they all turned into salutes and greetings full of awe.

"—Meet Lord Xiwu!"

They said in unison.

Ye Xi didn't look at them, only held the ancestral witch bone staff and looked down at the blood pattern witch kneeling at the front.

At this point, I don't know how long it has been raining.

The sky was dark, there were no floor tiles in the outer city, the yellow earth surface was soaked into muddy yellow cement by the rain, and the bone staff of the Bloodstreaked Witch, which originally represented sacredness and power, was thrown by the Bloodstripe Witch beside him and soaked in the dirty yellow cement.

As for the Blood Pattern Witch himself, his forehead touched the ground, and his thin and aging upper body was bare, kneeling motionlessly on the ground, I don't know how long he had been kneeling like this.

Maybe as long as the meeting went on, he knelt here for as long as he could, until Wu's fragile body became weak and his reflexes became sluggish.

After Ye Xi stood in front of him, he was sluggish and stiff, slowly raising his head and body like an old machine with a click, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xi, Lord Xiwu......"

Ye Xi's pupils shrank when he saw the Bloodline Witch's chest.

I saw that the left chest of the Blood-Tattooed Witch who originally painted the totem was a piercing blood red - he actually cut his own skin!!

"Crackling!"

The bean-sized rain kept falling.

The Bloodline Witch raised his head and looked at Ye Xi pleadingly.

His eyes were so muddy from the rain that he couldn't open them, and his gray, mottled wet hair clung to his face and his aging and wrinkled skin, and he looked pitiful to the point of humility.

Then, with trembling hands, he took out the totemic old skin cut from his body with trembling hands, gasped, and slowly handed it to Ye Xi: "Lord Xiwu......"

The cloudy old eyes widened and looked up at him with hope.

Ye Xi stared at the human skin that was handed to him, although his expression remained the same, he unconsciously clenched the ancestral witch's bone staff, and his bones turned white.

He knew that if the Bloodstreaked Tribe, a medium-sized tribe of thousands of people, was driven out, it would be difficult for them to survive alone, not to mention that women and children were not allowed to be taken away, which was equivalent to losing even hope of reproduction.

Although he didn't kill them, he was no different from the Blood-Destroying Tribal Clan.

The Bloodstreaked Tribe must have found it difficult to accept this result, but he didn't expect the Bloodstreaked Tribe to do it to this extent, and he felt unbearable and wanted to forgive them.

But no.

Others can stay, but the Bloodstreaked Witch can't.

As long as a tribe has witches, it will not disperse, even if the totem is cleared, it is useless, the soul is still there, so that the blood-streaked tribe in Xicheng will become seemingly existent, and in the end, it seems that the punishment of the blood-streaked tribe is just to remove the totem, and it can still stay in Xicheng in the form of a tribe.

Such a punishment is too light!

There was no way to frighten all the tribes.

So kill the Bloodstreak?

But the Blood-Tattooed Witch has already reached this point, putting his posture into the dust, if he is killed, the rest of the Blood-Tattooed People will inevitably resent him for being ruthless, leaving a big pimple in his heart. Moreover, he had said before that as long as the totem was removed, he could stay, and killing the Bloodstained Witch also violated his previous orders.

...... He didn't expect that his momentary soft-heartedness would lead to such a dilemma.

Ye Xi stood in front of the Blood Pattern Witch and did not move for a long time.

While Ye Xi was weighing the pros and cons, the Blood Pattern Chieftain, who was kneeling behind the Blood Pattern Witch, slowly raised his body.

Just now, he kept his forehead touching the ground, and pressed his upper body deep in the muddy ground, and when the Blood Pattern Chief raised his body, Ye Xi found that the Blood Pattern Chief was even more ruthless to himself, and he actually dug down the large piece of flesh with the totem drawn!

You must know that the area occupied by the totem is very large, this digging, the entire left chest is blurred with flesh and blood, and I don't know how much blood has flowed.

But there was no blood on the side of the Bloodstreak Chieftain.

Ye Xi looked at the blood pattern chieftain's face, which was white and purple because of excessive blood loss, and knew that it was because he had been kneeling in the rainstorm for too long, so long that all the blood that flowed out was taken away by the rain, so there was not a trace of blood left around.

The Bloodstreak Chief looked up at Ye Xi pleadingly, and slowly, the eyes of this burly tough guy turned red.

Suddenly, he kowtowed vigorously to Ye Xi, he showed no mercy to himself, and only knocked his forehead three times, and his flesh and blood were blurred. After three clicks, he changed direction slightly, and his eyes were red and kowtowed to the Bloodstriped Witch.

Then he pulled out his bone knife with a thud and slashed it cleanly at his neck!

"Ahh

There were people around who exclaimed.

The Blood Pattern Chief was extremely ruthless, and this knife not only cut the artery in his neck at once, but even cut off half of his neck.

"Poof!"

A fountain of blood gushed out wildly.

The blood-streaked chieftain with his throat slit, knelt stiffly on the ground for half a breath, and then threw himself face down in the muddy loess under the pouring rain.

The neck that had been cut off in half was still attached to the head and body.

Blood continued to flow from the breach, and the rain stained the ground red.

It was completely dark.

Broken Ling walked out in silence, snapped the fingers of the corpse of the Bloodstreaked Chieftain, took out the bone knife in his hand, and completely cut off half of his neck.

Then he grabbed the head of the Bloodstreaked Chieftain and flicked his arm, throwing it onto the Skeleton Mountain.

During the process of the Bloodline Chieftain's self-slaughter, the Bloodpattern Witch kept kneeling at Ye Xi's feet, not even raising his head, but his thin body trembled faintly, and the rest of the Bloodpattern tribesmen knelt quietly without any other movements.

Ye Xi looked at the head of the blood-patterned chief who was thrown on the skeleton mountain.

The skull's eyes were wide open, but they were dull, colliding with Ye Xi's gaze in the air.

Ye Xi breathed for a moment, retracted his gaze and picked up the blood pattern witch with both hands.

The blood-streaked witch was obedient, trembling and being picked up, and his cloudy old eyes lit up with hope.

"Lord Xiwu......?"

Ye Xi closed his eyes and said, "You can leave alone." ”

When the Bloodstreaked Witch heard this, it was like five thunderbolts on the top, and he completely stiffened in place.

Halfway through, he laughed sadly, raised his fist and hammered his chest hard, and the hammer sounded: "Good, good......"

In the pouring cold rain, he trembled and picked up his bone staff from the muddy water mixed with blood, and then staggered out of the city with his back bent.

The blood-streaked warriors kneeling on the ground couldn't stand still, and almost all of the blood-streaked warriors chased after them.

The Bloodstreaked Witch didn't look back, his aging figure with his bare upper body was drenched in the rain and became more and more desolate, and he viciously scolded the Bloodstreaked Warrior who caught up: "Don't come, don't come with you...... Don't come along!"

None of the blood-streaked warriors who chased after him listened to the words of the blood-streaked witch this time, and some of the blood-streaked warriors who chased after him turned around and ran in front of Ye Xi, kowtowing to Ye Xi with red eyes, and then pulling their legs to chase after the blood-streaked witch.

Under the gloomy canopy, in the heavy rain that followed the heavens and the earth.

The Bloodstreaked Witch and the Bloodstreaked Warriors drifted apart.