Half an hour later.

Cheng Han "forcibly demolished" the second medium-sized tribe.

The way to demolish is simple.

"Boom!"

A super thorn vine 500 meters long and 20 meters thick burst out of the ground, towering over the edge of the tribe like a giant pillar.

An earthquake struck the entire tribe instantly.

A large number of houses cracked, and cracks appeared on the surface of the road.

At that moment.

The Great Elder of the Tribe looked at this scene, his eyes full of shock.

In his opinion.

This is definitely a power that is far beyond the limits of the Totem Venerable.

In the Great Elder's mind, a word instantly came to mind - the King of Totems.

Subsequently.

The Super Thorn Vine tilted at an angle and began to slowly fall, pointing in the direction of the totem pole in the center of the tribe.

The Great Elder didn't hesitate for even a second, and then made a decision - escape!

The tribe doesn't want it!

The Great Elder doesn't want it either!

An illusion flashed behind this person, and it instantly condensed into a pair of illusory butterfly wings, and flew towards the dense forest in the distance at the fastest speed.

But.

The so-called "fastest speed" is only fifty meters per second, far below the level of the Xuan Master of the Wan Hao clan.

This is also enough to prove the seriousness of relying too much on external objects.

The Great Elder had only flown less than fifty meters before he had a strong sense of crisis.

He scrambled down, trying to avoid the back of a building, as he turned his head to look behind.

This moment.

The Great Elder saw the thorn vine tremble.

Thousands of sharp spikes shot rapidly towards this direction.

"Woo! Woo! ”

Screams rang out all over the sky.

Each spike is more than two meters long and is almost indistinguishable from a spear.

But they are not too fast, about twice the speed of sound.

Although there were many of them, the Great Elder was confident that he would dodge.

The next moment.

The man's face changed dramatically.

I saw that the spikes suddenly flickered, and the surface glowed with white light.

Their speed has skyrocketed to a staggering ten times the speed of sound.

Convert it.

That's 3.4 kilometers per second.

"Woo! Woo! ”

The screams were even more poignant.

It was a terrifying speed beyond the Great Elder's imagination, and it was a speed that made him tremble.

He couldn't understand what the enemy had done to get the spikes to reach such speed.

The Great Elder roared angrily, and the shadow of the totem appeared, enveloping his body.

The tribe's totem pole evolved from a single piece of iron-walled wood.

As the word "iron wall" puts it, iron wall wood is known for its super hardness.

The Great Elder felt that the Totem Shadow should be able to block the spikes.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated.

In the blink of an eye.

The spikes swept a distance of five hundred meters and accurately hit the Totem Shadow.

"Bang! Bang! ”

A dense muffled sound came.

The shadow of the totem was poked into a sieve, and with a few shakings, it vanished.

The Great Elder's body was completely torn apart in an instant.

Half a minute later.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang.

The super thorn vine slammed to the ground, leaving a deep ravine.

The tribe's iron-walled wooden totem pole was naturally crushed to pieces.

The area where the tribe is located ushered in an even more violent earthquake.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Shocks continued one after another.

Houses are collapsing one after another.

The green sheep people scattered in horror and fled.

Such a sight.

It's like the end of the world.

Cheng Han saw his masterpiece completely through a halo.

His mercy lasted only a second, and his expression returned to indifference: "Only by destroying the tribe and the totem pole can the Dawning Tribe grow."

"As long as the population of the tribe reaches 300,000, I can use the law of convergence power to forcibly seize more world wills, so as to promote the king of totems."

According to the results of the deduction.

The strength of each totem pole is closely related to the tribal population.

To put it simply, the more people who believe in totem poles, the more totem poles can break the shackles.

The principle is somewhat similar to the power of aggregation.

Normally.

A tribe with a population of more than 1.5 million can maintain a totem pole at the level of a totem king.

But Cheng Han has a way to greatly reduce the limit, as long as 300,000 is enough.

Five minutes later.

The thorn vine "pounded" the ground a few more times, turning the Iron Wall Tribe into a ruin, and there was no more intact house to be seen.

He smiled with satisfaction, and his figure quickly disappeared.

*

An hour later.

An illusory bird quickly swept down from the sky, pointing straight at the ruins of the Iron Wall Tribe.

When the height was lowered to fifty meters, the illusion dissipated, revealing the figure of a middle-aged green sheepman.

The face of this person is covered with a pair of curved corners on his forehead, and the surface is covered with extremely dense spirit lines.

The extraordinary fluctuations emanating from his body, although relatively subtle, were as deep as the abyss.

"Smack!"

The feet of the middle-aged green sheep man stepped on the ground steadily.

Next to him was a ravine left by the super thorn vine.

He stared at the long, deep ravine, and his expression was a little solemn: "Very strong." ”

The middle-aged Qingyang man muttered a little puzzled: "Judging from the traces, the person who shot should be the king of totems, but why is the residual fluctuation only at the level of the Venerable?" ”

He instinctively thought of a word: "Could it be some powerful secret treasure?" ”

The eyes of the middle-aged green sheep man suddenly showed a trace of heat.

A secret treasure comparable to the king of totems is definitely priceless, and it can't help but make people excited.

But.

The middle-aged Qingyang man finally put away his greed: "Forget it! The Red-Eyed Clan has been very active lately, so maybe it's a trap, but it's better to be careful. ”

Next.

The guy checked several more positions.

When the middle-aged young sheep man saw a very deep hole and found that there was a thorn in it, his face changed suddenly.

With his vast experience, he could tell at a glance that only with extreme speed could the spikes penetrate so deeply.

And at such a speed, even the king of totems is difficult to do.

The middle-aged Qingyang man was a little lucky: "Fortunately, I didn't catch up." ”

He made up his mind to stay in the tribe honestly during this time.

*

Afar.

Next to a small lake.

Cheng Han suddenly felt a feeling.

He quickly made a deduction and sighed regretfully: "I deliberately left a breath, and this thing didn't take the bait." ”

The middle-aged green sheep man who appeared next to the ruins was a totem king.

The reason why he left a little flaw was precisely to catch a big fish.

Cheng Han decisively gave up the fishing plan: "The king of totems can use the power of the totem pole to temporarily release the king of the totem of the Luanmu tribe." ”

The so-called "Luanmu Tribe" is the only large tribe within a radius of 2,000 kilometers, and the leader of the other party is the king of totems.

If you want to integrate all the Qingyang people in this area and build an army to resist the swarm, the Luanmu tribe is an unavoidable target.

Cheng Han moved his right hand and opened the space bag.

The corpse of a vampire appeared out of thin air.

This is a red-eyed clan at the level of a purple-blooded venerable, and it is also the trophy of his hunting for vampires,

There was still deep horror in the corpse's blood-colored pupils.

"Buzz!"

The strings trembled.

Cheng Han plucked the strings of the law.

Thousands of slender blood strands emerged from his body and instantly pierced into the corpse.

"Bang!"

The two exploded together.

But instead of flying out, the flesh turned into a bloody ball.

"Boom! Boom! ”

A strong and powerful heartbeat came from the meat ball.

A quarter of an hour passed.

The ball of meat exploded.

A curled up figure of Chiguo was revealed, and the figure stretched out and stood up from a blur of flesh and blood.

He has blood-red hair, blood-red pupils, and a pair of sharp fangs at the corners of his mouth.

This is the hallmark of the Red-Eyed Clan.

But he's not a vampire.

It's Cheng Han.

This is the use of the secret method of the life system, the transformation of the life form, to become such a form.

He took a few steps towards the lake, looked at the shadow on the surface of the water, and smiled with satisfaction: "Isn't it a quasi-planting for the Red Eyed Clan like this?" ”

This is a plan that has been drawn up for a long time.

That is, as a vampire, slaughtering various Qingyang tribes.

On the one hand, this is to plant a false accusation for the Red Eye Clan, stir up contradictions between the two clans, and eventually lead to a divine war.

On the other hand, this is to collect the population for the Dawning tribe.

Kill two birds with one stone!

As a qualified conspirator, this is just the basics.

"Smack!"

Cheng Han snapped his fingers.

A pale flame, the flame of Haoyan, burst out of thin air and fell to the flesh left behind by the hatching vampires.

"Whew!"

The flames blaze.

After the blink.

The flames were gone.

The flesh is gone.

The surrounding vegetation and soil do not see a single scorch mark, nor do they leave a trace of extraordinary fluctuations.

Cheng Han became more and more satisfied: "The third-order Haoyan Fire is almost completely mastered now. ”

This super-powerful transcendent flame, cultivated to such an extent, exhibited a magical trait - erasing the transcendent aura.

To be exact.

The flame of Haoyan can be burned along with the breath, so as to achieve the purpose of concealing itself.

Of course.

Based on the characteristic of "everyone who walks through must leave traces", it is impossible to burn 100% of the time.

It's just that the aura left behind is very, very slight, and only a strong person at the level of a god general can find a clue by using a tracing method.

A moment later.

"Poof!"

Cheng Han exploded into a cloud of purple mist, grazing against the ground and sweeping towards the other side of the lake.

In doing so, naturally, he deliberately left the breath of a vampire.

It's a show!

Naturally, do a full set.

*

Cloud Eagle Tribe.

Among the many Qingyang tribes, the proportion of plants as totem poles is close to ninety.

The remaining one percent is the animal totem.

The reason is simple.

The original source of the totem is a transcendent creature.

Transcendent animals have a will of their own, and it is too difficult to domesticate, so animal totem poles are naturally rarer.

Corresponds to it.

Due to the spirituality of the transcendent animals, they are closer to the Qingyang clan, so the animal totems are often more powerful.

Among the several medium-sized tribes within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, the Cloud Eagle Tribe is the only tribe with animal totems, and it is also the most powerful.

The Qingyang people of other tribes, when passing by the Yunying tribe, usually pass far past the "Yunying Cliff" where the tribe is located.

It's noon.

Just when the smoke was curling.

Something happened suddenly.

"Phew!"

A terrible eagle whistle suddenly echoed in the sky.

It sounds like the group of cloud eagles raised by the Cloud Eagle Cliff has been attacked by foreign enemies.

Many Qingyang civilians looked up at the sky and immediately saw an amazing scene.

I saw a strange purple mist, which was fluttering rapidly in the sky, chasing the cloud eagle group.

Every time Purple Mist comes close to a Cloud Eagle, it shoots an arrow.

When the cloud eagle is hit by a flying arrow, it will explode with a "snap", and the sky will also rain flesh and blood.

Anyone who saw this scene instantly realized one thing - something big was about to happen.

(End of chapter)