A quarter of an hour later.

Green Forest Tribe.

In a large wooden building with six floors.

The head of a vampire was placed in front of an exceptionally burly green sheep.

A pair of curved corners on his forehead naturally showed hundreds of spiritual patterns on the surface, and green rays were faintly visible flickering in them.

The aura emanating from this person's body is far deeper than that of a totemist.

It was the Great Elder of the Green Forest Tribe.

He is also a powerful totem venerable.

The totem master who sent the head quickly recounted the matter.

The Great Elder stared at the head with a solemn expression: "Is there any ...... at the scene?"

I'm not done.

Sudden change.

"Bang!"

The skull suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of purple mist, and quickly rolled towards the Great Elder.

The Great Elder reacted instantly, and his mouth burst into a loud shout, and an illusory totemic shadow flashed out of thin air on his back.

It is a red tree, more than ten meters tall, and its branches are full of razor-sharp leaves.

"Woo! Woo! ”

A dense whistling sounded.

Thousands of blades, detached from the shadow of the totem, slashed towards the purple mist like a storm.

The next second.

There was a confrontation between the two sides.

The blade storm swept by, instantly exhausting the purple mist.

The totemist turned pale with fright.

The Great Elder breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said indifferently on the surface: "The enemy's little trick is just that, but that's it. ”

He was about to continue asking, when he suddenly sensed an abnormality, and the whole person quickly retreated.

Meanwhile.

More blades swept in, forming a shield that protected the Great Elder's body.

Right where the skull was located.

I saw a little purple light appear out of thin air, expanding at an unimaginable speed.

"Boom!"

There was a thunderclap.

The wooden building collapsed in an instant.

The wooden buildings with a radius of 100 meters also collapsed with all their brushes.

The Great Elder's whole person was blown upside down by the violent air waves, and he rolled in the air several times before falling into the ruins.

He stood up with a disgraced face, looking at the mess around him, and his face was extremely pale.

The Great Elder didn't know where he was tricked by the other party.

This guy remembered the "little trick" he just said, and he felt that an old face hurt badly.

*

Distance.

Cheng Han couldn't help laughing.

The change of the vampire's head is naturally a small trick he played.

In simple terms.

When the blade slashed over, it shrank the purple mist with the force of convergence, and it looked like it had disappeared.

After the Great Elder was deceived, he completely unleashed his power and created a big explosion.

But the lethality is actually very small.

It just caused the air to flow, and then a super strong wind was created.

Cheng Han commented in a timely manner: "This guy is also a rookie, and his skills in the use of extraordinary power are too poor." ”

Contrast with the Wanhao clan.

The strength of the totem master should be about the same as that of the Xuanshi.

But the combat power of the Totem Venerable is significantly weaker than that of the Xuan Master.

Cheng Han shook his head: "This is the consequence of relying too much on external forces, the foundation is not solid, and the more you go up, the narrower the road becomes." ”

Halo in the picture.

The totemic shadow of the blade tree is frozen.

He glanced at it several times, and a flood of information surged through his mind.

A few seconds later.

Cheng Han suddenly realized: "It turns out that the essence of the power of the totem is the embodiment of the will of the world. ”

Each totemic shadow is actually part of the will of the world.

The process of the Totem Shadow casting a secret technique is tantamount to mobilizing the extraordinary power of this world.

This is also a unique law of the Qingyang world.

Cheng Han muttered again: "At the level of the Qingyang people, among the ten thousand totem venerables, it is estimated that it is difficult to find a venerable who understands the essence of the power of totems, right?" ”

His mind moved slightly, and he once again activated the phantom of the Anchor of the Ten Thousand Worlds.

Mysterious power came out of thin air.

A thick thorny vine emerged from behind him.

Subsequently.

Like a balloon, the thorn vine swelled rapidly, and in just a few breaths, it grew to an astonishing height of more than 50 meters.

In contrast.

The totemic shadow of the Totem Venerable of the Green Forest Tribe is only one-fifth high.

The difference between the two is completely adult and child.

Cheng Han glanced at the Qingyang tree in the distance again, and his mind moved slightly.

The lower part of the thorn vine quickly turned into a stump.

The upper part of the thorn vine is transformed into a branch.

Subsequently.

A new branch has grown rapidly from the stump.

This is the Blade Tree.

That is, the totemic shadow of the Great Elder of the Green Forest Tribe.

A second passed.

A third branch popped up, and several birds were parked on it.

This is a reference to the second-order Spirit Soul Seal, condensed by the "Bird Steering Totem".

There are quite a lot of birds in this realm, and this totemic power can play a big role.

Cheng Han glanced back and nodded with satisfaction: "Once you have mastered the essence, you can graft the shadow of the totem at will."

"In the Qingyang Clan, the Totem Venerable who has the power of three totems should be regarded as one in ten thousand."

In just one day.

Becoming a totem master first, and then being promoted to a totem venerable, this is absolutely unique.

Cheng Han sensed it carefully, and said with a smug smile: "When I reach the Venerable Rank, I am considered to have deeply integrated the will of the world, I am afraid that the main god of the Qingyang Clan will find it difficult to distinguish that I am an outsider." ”

Normally.

It is impossible not to distinguish between the powerhouses of the main god level.

It's just that the laws of this realm are too special to create this kind of wonder.

Cheng Han looked up and chuckled: "From now on, I am a pure-blooded Qingyang person.

"Soon, the swarm will arrive at this side of the world group, and I will lead the Qingyang clan to fight against the swarm and fight to the last Qingyang man!"

He looked around a few times and made a deduction.

Cheng Han immediately made a decision: "Just go in that direction, find a suitable place to establish a new tribe, and study the power of the laws of this realm." ”

Ripples swelled out of thin air.

Cheng Han's figure disappeared.

*

Late at night.

Night covered the field.

The sky was not pure black, but tinged with a strange pale blue.

Cheng Han carried the head of a vampire, stood on the top of a green sheep tree, and looked into the distance.

This is the head of the Golden Blood Venerable.

It's also the strongest vampire he's hunted.

But.

No matter how strong it is, it is a second-kill move.

With just a plucking of the strings of the law, the blood mist formed by the other party exploded, leaving only a lone head.

At this time.

Cheng Han suddenly noticed that the sky in the distance was faintly red.

With the effect of the projection of the True Flame Xuanyin, he keenly sensed that a fire was burning there, and the flames seemed to be mixed with many cries.

His eyes flickered: "There is another red-eyed tribe doing evil, has a tribe been calamated?" ”

The evening breeze blows.

Cheng Han disappeared.

Two hundred kilometers away.

In a small valley.

Flames are rising into the sky.

Most of the buildings of the Tiefeng tribe have been turned into fires.

Due to the intensity of the fire, even the totem pole in the center of the tribe had scorch marks on the surface.

In the middle of the fire and near the valley, there was the corpse of a green sheep man.

Obviously.

This tribe has experienced a brutal war.

The Iron Bull hid in a bush, holding his severed arm with his right hand, enduring the severe pain.

His heart was filled with great grief and indignation, and an unforgettable hatred.

Iron Bull gritted his teeth and muttered with resentment on his face: "Green Wolf Tribe, I will curse you for eternity!" ”

"Click!"

A muffled sound suddenly came from the sea of fire.

Tie Niu was stunned for a moment, and an unprecedentedly strong sadness arose in his heart.

He naturally knew that it was the totem pole that had cracked.

Meanwhile.

Tie Niu's heart was still full of confusion.

The elders of the tribe were all killed in battle, and most of the Qingyang fighters were also killed, and now even the totem poles have been destroyed.

From now on, won't the Tiefeng tribe cease to exist?

That's when it happened.

Iron Bull suddenly heard a large birdsong descending from the sky.

"Wow! Pump! ”

"Squeak! Chirping! ”

"Goo! Mutter! ”

The guy couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

A flock of birds?

From the sound of the voice, it seems that there are quite a few of them.

But the question is, it's late at night, how can there be so many birds?

Explain.

The plot of the Qingyang world is not in the water.

As already hinted above, this realm can give birth to a supreme god.

In the end, breaking through the Divine Emperor rank, reaching the highest level, and completely clearing away the insect swarm, the supreme god position of this realm plays an indispensable role.

(End of chapter)