This line of 3,000 people went farther and farther.

Soon, a month passed in a flash.

Even though Han Qing used various magic weapons and elixirs to take refuge, after being soaked in this terrifying blood rain for so many days, many clansmen and demon beasts inevitably began to weaken more and more.

Just then, a winged bird landed on Popoch's shoulder and hissed softly.

Popoqi's face was gloomy, and he said to Han Qing, "Young Master, there is a clan behind that has been hanging us from afar."

"That's a tribe around here called the Wild Panthers, and it's kind of a larger tribe." The Moshan tribesmen came over and said in a deep voice.

"This group of little ants, I'll kill them, Eighth Master." A sturdy middle-aged demon cultivator said in a sharp voice.

He was the one who was changed by the Eighth Master and the Sky Devouring Beast with secret techniques.

"Don't worry, just wait." Han Qing's face was indifferent.

And just like that, after a few more days, in front of them, the land disappeared, and there was only a sea of blood.

If you want to talk, you have to let the adults fly the children one by one.

However, if this is attacked, the consequences are unimaginable.

Han Qing raised his hand, and all the clansmen stopped.

They silently turned around, facing behind them, all with murderous expressions.

Soon, there were demon cultivators twice as large as the Silent Spirit Department, riding on various demon leopards and shooting at the lightning.

Among them, there were five half-step slashes, and there were more than thirty Dao peaks.

In comparison, the Silent Soul Department is too shabby, after all, nearly half of them are children with almost no combat effectiveness.

It can be said that when comparing the two, the Silent Spirit Department was crushed in all directions.

"Crazy Leopard Division, if you are on the same road with us, then please first, we can wait a while before leaving." The Moshan clan patriarch spoke, his voice continued to explode, and the half-step slashing aura erupted.

At this moment, on a huge leopard, there was a black-robed old man holding a jade magic weapon and swept past the clansmen of the Silent Ling tribe.

Immediately, his gaze became greedy and burning.

At this moment, his gaze paused as he swept over Han Qing, and then fixed on the Moshan clan leader.

"The thing was on this man, and everyone but him was slaughtered." The black-robed old man shouted loudly.

Suddenly, these more than 6,000 people shouted in unison, and their totem erupted, rushing towards the Silent Spirit Department.

Han Qing's eyes shone with cold light, and he suddenly stepped out and appeared in front of a wizard.

As soon as he raised his hand, the two terrifying energies of earth and fire slapped directly into the wizard's body.

With a "boom", the wizard didn't even have time to scream, and then he was torn apart and turned into minced meat.

This scene made the murderous Leopard tribesmen all tremble in shock.

Unexpectedly, with only one move, their powerful wizard lord died in the hands of Han Qing.

This also made the wild leopard tribesmen who pounced on them stunned, showing a look of fear.

And the patriarch of the Crazy Leopard Tribe, the old man in black robes, was also trembling in his heart.

But at this time, either you die or I live, he didn't care about that, and pounced on Han Qing with a loud roar.

In an instant, he summoned a two-headed mad leopard hundreds of feet long.

Han Qing sneered, suddenly raised his hand, and suddenly the world was like ice.

The king of the two-headed mad leopard disappeared in an instant.

In the next second, Han Qing's immortal fire enveloped the black-robed old man.

The old man screamed in fear, and dozens of secret treasures on his body exploded, and he was about to run away with him.

"Sealed!"

Han Qing raised his hand and pointed at it, and he actually killed the old man in mid-air.

Immediately, Han Qing appeared indifferently in front of the old man, raised his hand and swept it, and took the jade magic weapon in the old man's hand.

Han Qing glanced at it, and his face suddenly changed greatly, staring at the old man with a fierce gaze.