Three hundred and forty-four years of the Xuantian Era. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info in the summer, in the Narukawa region, one of the three rivers, a little war gradually expanded with the momentum of sparks.

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In a dense wood, a hundred birds chirp, a hundred flowers compete, everything seems extraordinarily peaceful, so peaceful that no one remembers the scene of war and killing here an hour ago.

In the depths of the woods, in a place where the shade of the trees covered the sky and the weeds were waist-high, the people of the Han and He Chuan tribes were hurrying up to arrange some simple pit killing formations. Trying to stop and destroy the warriors of the Ancient Heaven Tribe, who have attacked no longer knowing how many times.

"Han Ji, you go over there and lead everyone there to explore a terrain and see if there is a place where you can continue to set traps. Zhang Yunfei, one of the two elders of the He Chuan tribe, stretched out his hand and pointed to the woods on the right side.

"Hmm. "Han Ji, who was already covered with sweat beads and his clothes were about to be dyed red by the enemy's blood, quickly led a few clansmen to quickly run through the weeds, looking for a place where he could set up a formation.

It's all ancient woods, and no one can guarantee that there will be any danger inside, and of course this is when all kinds of poisonous insects are not dangerous to these people.

The He Chuan tribe is not big, it can be said that it is the kind of existence that wants to be isolated from the world, and the current enemy, that is, the original Gutian tribe, is separated from the He Chuan tribe by the woods and will never invade, although they know each other's existence, they are at peace with each other, and they do not interfere with each other. However, just half a month ago, the people of the Gutian tribe suddenly began to ambush and kill the hunters of the He Chuan tribe in the woods, and the war between the two tribes that did not care about the world was about to break out.

In the Xuantian Continent, everyone can be a powerful soul melter, but everything seems to be predestined, and not everyone can melt spirit at a certain age.

Melting the soul is not a book of exercises and a few techniques can walk the world of people, they need a great opportunity to feel a kind of power in nature, this power can be wind, can be thunder, can be the five elements, can be anger, in short, everything in nature they may get insights from it, so that with this perception of the soul melting success, this kind of people are called soul melters.

However, the He Chuan tribe and the Gutian tribe have long been isolated from the world and have lived an ordinary life, although it is recorded that there are powerful and incomparable soul melters in the world, but between them, there has never been a person who has successfully melted the soul.

The He Chuan tribe didn't know why the Gutian tribe suddenly went to war, they only knew that the Gutian tribe was much stronger than they imagined, because the people in the Gutian tribe got the runes from nowhere, almost every warrior would carry one, the runes were connected to human life, and the runes would kill people, because those warriors needed to use their own blood to open the powerful energy hidden in the runes.

Driven by an inexplicable force, everyone in the Gutian tribe is like a god of death, as long as they enter a crowded place, they will inevitably open the runes they carry with them, and in an instant, the energy of the runes fills the range of three meters around, and within three meters, they are either dead or disabled, and ordinary people cannot have combat effectiveness. In this crazy attack mode, the He Chuan tribe suffered heavy losses at the beginning, and it was not until later, after they made a large number of bows and crossbows, trap arrays, and other things that could kill each other remotely, the losses were smaller, but even so, the He Chuan tribe still could not withstand the attacks of the Gutian tribe again and again.

Now it was just afternoon, but the people of the He Chuan tribe could not remember how many times they had resisted the attack on the edge of life and death, although they were tired, they did not complain, none of them were lazy, and none of them left the tribe to survive, because this was their home.

Behind the woods, in the center of the He Chuan tribe, they were more nervous than the people who had set traps in the woods to resist the enemy's many births and deaths, because they were afraid, afraid that once they were defeated in front, they would not be far from death.

In front of a cemetery, under a ten-square ancient tree, He Yunzheng, the minister of the He Chuan tribe, frowned and stared at an ancient stone tablet engraved with slow and strange characters, "Let's hurry up! ”

The second elder Liu Tian on the side looked extremely solemn, "Minister, is this really okay?!"

He Yun turned his face wrinkled, and his helpless gaze fell on Liu Tian, "Ancestral Xun records that this stone tablet has a great opportunity, but in the past three hundred years, no one in my He Chuan tribe can make the stone tablet have any movement, and in the current form, we have no other way but to hope that it is true!"

He Yun's words fell, except for the clansmen who kept replacing back and forth in front of the stone tablet, there was no other man-made movement around, and the huge tribe was as silent as death.

After a while, the clansmen present bowed three times and nine times from the stele one by one in He Yun's expectant gaze, but the stele still did not reflect, and He Yun's expectant gaze showed a touch of loss, "Take it to the woods and change it to someone else!"

Liu Tian on the side also had a look of loss, and after taking a breath, he walked in front of those clansmen, "You all come with me, time is pressing, everyone follows us as fast as possible!"

"Alas-" Looking at their backs out of the tribe, He Yun sighed lightly and shook his head helplessly.

There was not much time, so Liu Tian replaced the people in the woods and quickly returned to the tribe's cemetery with them.

"This is the last man!" Looking at He Yun, Liu Tian reminded in a deep voice.

The matter has come to this point, He Yun doesn't want to say anything, whether he survives or dies, he can only look at the number of days at the moment. Turning his gaze to the last nine people, including Han Ji, He Yun said softly, "Let's start!"

One by one, the clansmen walked towards the stele, one by one to the stele three times and nine bows, and soon eight people worshipped, the stele still did not have any reflection, and only one person from the Hechuan tribe was left without testing.

Time seems to be stagnant, He Yun and Liu Tian can't bear to continue to watch, they don't look away, cold killing, the last hope, but this hope is too slim, in the hearts of the two of them it seems that everything is already a foregone conclusion, waiting for them is only a vicious battle, or the coming of destruction.

Without anyone paying attention, the blood-stained Han Ji walked towards the stele with firm steps, this stele was familiar to everyone in the tribe, and its existence was longer than the existence of the tribe.

In the past, Han Ji didn't know how many times he had worshiped the stone stele, and if it was useful, it was estimated that it would have an effect as soon as possible, so Han Ji didn't perform three bows and nine knocks, but just stood in front of the stone tablet and looked at it coldly.

Suddenly, Han Ji's gaze was confused, and what he saw in front of him did not seem to be the center of the tribe, not the stone monument, but the battlefield.

The scenes of life and death parting continued in Han Ji's eyes, and Han Ji seemed to have really arrived at the battlefield, his eyes revealing blood.

The stele in front of him was already a warrior of the Gutian tribe in his eyes, and after roaring, he raised the sharp axe in his hand and slashed at the stele continuously.

The sound of knock knock instantly attracted the attention of others. As a token of the tribe, the stele is a symbol of the tribe, the stele is in the tribe, the tribe is dead, how can He Yun see that the stele is destroyed in the hands of Mu Yun!

An arrow step He Yun and Liu Tian came to the back of Han Ji almost indistinguishably, but it was already too late, the originally solid stone tablet had somehow become extremely fragile at this moment, and under the Han Slayer a few axes, it instantly turned into a cloud of rubble and burst around.

Everything was so sudden, the token of the He Chuan tribe was gone, the dust dispersed, and everyone did not see the figure of Han Ji, the original location of the stone tablet was already a deep pit at this moment, and Han Ji fell into this deep pit.

He Yun approached and looked down, only to see that the pit was bottomless, and if a person fell into it, he would definitely die.

However, at this moment, a clansman rushed out of the direction of the woods and shouted, "The people of the Gutian tribe are fighting again!"

"The stele is gone! It seems that my Hechuan tribe should have such a catastrophe today!" He Yun shook his head and muttered helplessly, and then said to the few clansmen around: "The last battle is over, everyone take care, let's go." ”