"Ling!"

Feng Qingwan was shocked, the cold on his body exploded, forced the enemy back, came to Lin Ling's side, helped him and said, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, let's go, there are too many of them. ”

Lin Ling shook his head and said in a deep voice.

"Poof!"

Lin Li and Lin Mengqi were only able to barely resist the enemy's attack, and they were hit in the body at the moment, spitting out a mouthful of blood and falling to the ground.

The two glanced at each other, looked at each other and smiled bitterly, they were really aggrieved, if they hadn't been poisoned by the poisonous Spider King, how could they be so cowardly, and they had to be protected by Lin Ling and the others, it was really a shame to throw them into the Demon Whisper Hill!

"Kill them!" said the old man with the crossed runes of the Demon Scar Tribe, holding the red order flag, let out a weird laugh.

In an instant, more than a dozen strange-shaped weapons were killed towards the four people, each of these people from the Demon Mark Tribe had at least the strength of the middle stage of the apprenticeship of the wrestler, and the higher ones even had a first-order master of the white scarf like a naked strong man, plus the Demon Mark Tribe had a large number of people, and the four of them were in danger at night in the clear night.

Thundered!

"Wow!"

At this time, a loud noise came from behind him, and the people of the Demon Mark Tribe looked back, and they were all shocked, and the frightened three souls lost seven souls.

Lin Qianshi sat on the Yanhuo salamander, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and rushed to this side like lightning.

The flame salamander let out a doll-like cry, and the black lines on its body lit up, and it directly hit the people of the Demon Scar Tribe, as if it was a dumpling, and the people of the Demon Scar Tribe were directly hit by brute force one by one, and rushed out of a vacuum belt.

The prismatic barbed tail of the flame salamander with a foot long "snapped" and struck at the people of the Demon Scar Tribe, whipping out a very deep blood mark into the flesh, the naked strong man roared angrily, and waved his mace, but was knocked away by the axolotl's tail with a blow, and fell more than ten meters away without knowing life or death.

"Let's go!"

Lin Qianshi didn't fight, jumped off his mount, helped the four of them onto the salamander, and galloped in the direction of the camp.

As soon as Lin Qianshi left, the leader of the Demon Mark Tribe, Mo Xingtian, rode a demon pig and came in an instant, and when he saw the death and wounding of the clansmen, a tragic scene, he suddenly let out an angry roar.

"Ahh

............

In the Qingyang tribe camp, the deputy captain Lin Yanyan waited anxiously, frowning.

Boom! Boom!

The flame salamander rushed in full power, and Lin Yanyan was overjoyed and hurriedly greeted him.

Lin Qianshi jumped off his mount, looked at Lin Yan's anxious expression, and couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "What happened?"

"Chief, the hunting detachments of the five teams have all returned, but they have all encountered the people of the Demon Mark Tribe and the Weitong Tribe, and they have learned of a major event...... Lin Yanyan said hurriedly.

"Go to the camp and say, Lin Ling, Feng Qing night, you arrange for Lin to leave them to go to the camp tent to rest. ”

"Yes. ”

Inside the camp.

Lin Qianshi sat on the main seat, and next to him sat an old man with white hair, he was the elder of the Feng family, Feng Shitong, and one of the three major demon masters of the Qingyang tribe.

Below, Lin Yan describes what happened.

At different times during the hunting process, the five hunting detachments were attacked by enemies from either the Weitong tribe or the Demon Mark tribe, two of the academy disciples were killed and seven were seriously injured, and although no one from the hunting team died, many were also injured.

But it is strange that these two tribes did not exterminate the hunting party, as if they were only deliberately driving them out of the Lost Valley.

A clansman from the hunting detachment who is very good at the aura of convergence secretly went back to investigate, and overheard that this time, the two major tribes of Nightmare Tong and Demon Mark teamed up to drive the people of the Qingyang tribe out of the Lost Valley, in order to capture a rare-level Nightmare Demon born in the middle of the Lost Valley.

"Rare Nightmare Demon!"

Lin Qianshi said movingly.

"That's right, leader, according to the news that Lin Agou heard, this Nightmare Demon is a dual-attribute, four-different breath Nightmare Demon, it is definitely a rare occurrence in a hundred years, if our Qingyang tribe can get ......" Lin Yanyan said excitedly.

Lin Qianshi waved his hand and said calmly: "This matter should be considered in the long run, and all the clansmen should be summoned to the camp to discuss immediately." ”

"Yes. Lin Yanyan replied.

............

Two flowers, one on each table.

In the Lost Valley, the people of the two tribes of the Nightmare and the Demon Mark come together, and the two tribes are allies, and they have advanced and retreated together since the day the tribe was founded.

"Hahahaha!High Priest of the Black Dragon, this time my Demon Mark and the Nightmare Tong jointly beat the people of the Qingyang tribe out of their ancestral hunting ground, which is really very happy!"

The high priest of the Weitong tribe, the black dragon, was an old man with a thin body and dry bones, dressed in a thousand demon black robes, embroidered with countless demons, and holding a tattered flag in his hand, on which the nightmare demons screamed and sounded, like smoke and fog.

"Boom, that old thing in Feng Jiuyue was hit by my nightmare spell, and he was devoured by the demon day and night, and he was not far from death, he didn't have the strength to come to the Manglin Mountain Range at all, and the thing inside was ours!"

The black dragon squinted his small eyes and smiled strangely.

"Then wouldn't we be able to attack the Qingyang tribe and destroy them!" Demon Xingtian's eyes widened and he said viciously.

The black dragon shook his head and said: "It's not proper, the Qingyang tribe has the help of the water stopping tribe, and the old thing is not dead, plus the big array of the town Jiuyang is too powerful, but it's ......"

"But what?"

"However, if the warriors of the Demon Scar Tribe are willing to act as vanguards, then there is a chance of seven or eight points, Jie Ji!"

Mo Xingtian's face turned green when he heard this, and he smiled dryly: "Joke, joke, hehe!"

Made, this nightmare black dragon's heart is really black enough, the power of the Jiuyang Fire Separation Array is amazing, if you let the Demon Scar Tribe act as the vanguard, I'm afraid you will have to die half of the clansmen, I really think I'm a Muggle!

Demon Xingtian looked at the center of a clearing behind him, only to see that in the central place, there was not a single grass growing within a radius of 100 meters, and it was eroded by a black corrosive energy, and the ground cracked to reveal black magic patterns.

The farther you go in the center, the more and more complex the patterns become. A deep dark well stood in the center, and the people of the two tribes risked being corrupted by demonic energy to build pieces of blood-colored crystals around the deep well.

One after another monsters were thrown into the deep well, and there was a blood-black mist in the deep well, and as soon as these monsters touched the energy mass, they were instantly eroded and decomposed, and their whole bodies were shattered, and the energy was sucked dry, leaving not even a trace of ashes.

"Poo!

In the deep well, a breathtaking nightmare cry came and went.

"This demon is really powerful, our two major tribes have one hundred and thirty-five blood crystals in stock, three hundred and fifty-six demon master one demon monster, ninety-nine demon master two demon monsters, thirty-six demon master three demon monsters, nine heads and four demon monsters, one head and five demon monsters, such a large amount of energy, even the great demon master can't absorb it, it actually sucked it clean, tsk!"

Mo Xingtian looked at the deep well and was amazed.

The black dragon said in a hoarse voice: "Three hundred years ago, the ancestors of our two major tribes had already discovered this place, but at that time, this demon had not yet taken shape, so they used the magic weapon to hide this place, and the Qingyang tribe hunted here for hundreds of years and did not find this place, Jiji!"

Demon Xingtian was also triumphant, and asked, "Black Dragon High Priestess, how long will it take for this demon to be born?"

The Nightmare Black Dragon frowned, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and said, "Calculate the time, two days later, it will be the day of the birth of this rare Nightmare Demon." ”

"Haha, okay, when the time comes, we will have this demon in hand, and it will be easy to capture Qingyang and stop the water!"

The black dragon was also overjoyed, and the layers of skin and flesh on his face floated like dead tree bark, which made people feel creepy.

"Okay, don't talk about it, it's important to get down to business, the Qingyang tribe is a trouble, their leader Lin Qianshi is extremely strong in Chiyang's true qi, and his sword skills are like gods, if it can't be solved, I'm afraid there will be trouble again this time. The black dragon paced twice, holding the flag.

Mo Xingtian smiled: "It's simple at this time, this time I deliberately ...... We can do that. ”

When the black dragon heard this, he was overjoyed and said with a smile: "The Xingtian Patriarch is really smart, and he really impresses me to see it." "But I was thinking in my heart: My day, this demon Xingtian looks like five big and three rough, I didn't expect it to be so insidious, it seems that I have to be careful in the future.