There is a way that the law does not blame the public.

Pull everyone into the water, even if the people of the holy mountain are investigated afterwards, the four major clans can maneuver around and reduce the punishment.

The developed barbarian tribes are backward, and the ordinary barbarians do not have many brains.

But the barbarians who can be the patriarchs of various clans have bright heads, and they are still the most powerful cultivators in the clan.

If you don't have certain skills and brains, how can these barbarians stand out and become the head of the clan and hold great power in the barbarian tribe where the weak are strong and the competition is motivated.

The decision to retreat was set, and many barbarian clan chiefs around the green bonfire looked at each other, all seeing the ease in each other's eyes.

The heavy atmosphere slowly eased down.

The night was long, and the discussion around the green campfire continued until dawn.

In the end, the most powerful patriarch of the Tiger Barbarian tribe, Chonghu, stepped forward to finalize the retreat charter of the barbarian tribe.

As the sky grew brighter, the barbarian patriarchs returned to their tribes and told their men to pack up their things and prepare to retreat.

According to the plan of the heavy tiger, the barbarians will pack up today and evacuate tomorrow.

Once you've made a decision, act fast.

Lest the Momiji on the opposite side catch the opportunity and find them retreating, Ouroboros in pursuit.

Thinking of the demon beasts of the Red Leaf Society, as well as the ghost soldiers, the barbarian tribes who were scared, no barbarian was willing to face those ghosts who did not want to die again.

For the sake of their lives, the barbarians packed their bags quickly.

After most of the day's work, the camp had been cleaned up.

"Erlang, for the rest of the day, let's have a good rest, and tomorrow morning, I will set off immediately and return to my hometown!"

The patriarchs of the various barbarian tribes inspire the barbarians in the clan.

Finally able to leave this damn place, and never have to face the terrifying masters of the Great Xuan Dynasty again, ordinary barbarians cheered when they heard the retreat order from the patriarch Qingkou.

In this large-scale war, in addition to being caught off guard by the Momiji Society in the early stage and eating a little sweetness, they were defeated all the way by the ghosts of the Momiji Society.

The losses were heavy, if it weren't for the fact that their barbarians were familiar with the mountains and forests, and their camp was far away from the two cities, the Red Leaf Society would not dare to ascend into the mountains and forests and pursue the barbarians, I am afraid that they would have been surrounded and suppressed by the Red Leaf Society long ago.

They are afraid of the Momiji Society, and at the same time they are afraid of the Holy Mountain.

The barbarian tribes have been brutally ruled by the Holy Mountain for many years, and the fear of the Holy Mountain has long been engraved into their blood and bone marrow.

Attacking the Red Leaf Society is at most just a death in battle, but if you provoke the messenger of the Holy Mountain, it is better to live than to die.

In this fear, the barbarian tribe has held on until now.

But now, the barbarian tribe can no longer hold on, and would rather accept the punishment of the holy mountain than all their clansmen here.

However, just as the cheers of the ordinary barbarians of the barbarian tribe resounded through the camp, a black smoke suddenly appeared in the bright sky, and then a strong smell of blood filled the air.

The barbarians in Rao is camp were accustomed to seeing blood, and they were also dizzy and in a trance when they were smoked by this smell, as if they were in a sea of corpses and blood.

Suddenly, the barbarian camp, which had been lively just now, fell silent in an instant.

The barbarians all froze in place as if they had been immobilized.

The temperature of the surrounding air is not high, but the sweat on his forehead can't stop flowing down.

The barbarian patriarchs of the four major tribes also changed their faces greatly.

Hurriedly walked out of the tent, looked at the red clouds rolling in the sky, their faces were as gloomy as water, and the tiger-savage heavy tigers muttered to themselves:

"It's over, it's all over!"

Covering the sky and red clouds is an extremely iconic spell of the Wanshan Alliance.

When you see a red cloud, you see a holy mountain.

The messenger of the Holy Mountain is coming, and they, the barbarians who are preparing to retreat, are afraid that they will be finished.

Chonghu didn't know why the envoys of the Holy Mountain were here, but he also knew that they were about to be unlucky.

Sure enough, as soon as Chonghu finished speaking, he saw a bewitching woman dressed in red and with a thin veil on her face appear on the wall of the barbarian camp wrapped in a cloud of blood.

Next to her, the pole and pole flag waved in the wind.

The woman in red is set off majesticly and imposingly.

The woman in red was condescending, her eyes looked down at the many barbarians who were standing in place, her red lips opened slightly, and a cold voice came from it:

"Wasn't you quite happy just now, why are you not happy to see me, the messenger from the Holy Mountain?"

Hearing this, Chonghu, the patriarch of the Tiger Barbarian Clan, chuckled in his heart.

The red-clothed Holy Mountain Envoy obviously knew their decision to retreat from the excitement in the camp just now.

The envoys who came down from the holy mountain were all people who were beyond the mundane and cultivated to be strong.

Such a small arrangement in the barbarian camp was nothing more than papier-mâché to the envoys of the Holy Mountain.

As soon as these words came out, the messengers from the Holy Mountain were obviously prepared to inflict their guilt on them.

Chonghu hurriedly walked out, just about to open his mouth to explain to the messenger from the Holy Mountain.

Tear up his relationship with the Holy Mountain, or beg for forgiveness.

However, before Chonghu's words could be spoken, the woman in red had already said the words that made him cold from head to toe.

"I'm Qiu Hongyi, and I'm not a stingy person. It should be that you were just drinking my coming, and in that case, then continue to dance and continue to play! ”

As he spoke, Qiu Hongyi took out a small drum the size of a slap out of nowhere.

The small drum is a white skeleton, and the red leather is on the left, and the runes on it are flickering, flashing with a breathtaking power, which is obviously not an ordinary thing.

Waving his jade hand, Qiu Hongyi tapped it gently.

Knock knock!

The drums are small, but their sound is exceptionally loud.

"It's not good, it's a bloody disaster, hurry, everyone quickly put down what is in your hand and quickly cover your ears! Don't be fooled by the sound of the drum, or something will happen! ”

The tiger barbarian patriarch Chonghu was well-informed, and when he saw Qiu Hongyi take out the red-faced drum, he recognized the origin of the small drum, and hurriedly roared to remind the nearby barbarians.

The Blood Barbarian Heart Drum is a famous barbarian magic weapon on the holy mountain.

The group attack magic weapon refined with the essence of countless flesh and blood bones and souls of unjust souls, the red-skinned small drum in Qiu Hongyi's hand, has at least three magic weapon prohibitions, and it can definitely be called the best of the low-grade magic weapons.

This level of blood barbarism is in the heart of the heart, and then driven by Qiu Hongyi, who is strong and has already built a spiritual realm, Chonghu can no longer imagine the power of such a magic weapon.

At this moment, he didn't care about any sacred mountain laws, so he could only do his best to protect his fellow tribesmen.

However, the number of ordinary barbarians that Chonghu can remind is limited, and even after hearing Chonghu's reminder, ordinary barbarians have already heard the drumbeat of the bloody barbarian's heart drum.

Qiu Hongyi just knocked lightly, and the loud drum sound resounded throughout the barbarian camp.

The sound of the drums with a breathtaking power suddenly arose in the hearts of all the barbarians as soon as they entered their ears, matching with the smell of blood they had just smelled.

For a moment, this group of barbarians seemed to be really in the battlefield of the sword mountain and sea of blood, with red eyes, they waved their fists at the barbarians around them indiscriminately.

In an instant, under the sound of Qiu Hongyi's drums, nearly 10,000 barbarians in the entire barbarian camp fiercely killed each other.

Dancing with her hands, with her rhythmic drums, as Qiu Hongyi said, it seems to be really dancing.

Fists and feet collided, blood was spilled, as if it were a banquet.

Looking at the crazy barbarians underground, an abnormal flush appeared on Qiu Hongyi's face, and the whole person became excited, and the small drum in her hand was beaten louder and louder by her, and the rhythm became more and more crazy.

Qiu Hongyi enjoyed the joy of manipulating other people's lives and deaths and making countless people crazy for her.

The drum music is interpreted, and it slowly reaches the climax.

It came to an end with a high-pitched beat.

The drumming dissipated, and the eerie drumbeat that enveloped the entire camp slowly dissipated.

Throughout the camp, the cannibalistic barbarians came to their senses from intense pain and looked in disbelief at the miserable scene around them.

Countless people of the same race, wailing in pain.

Former friends, comrades-in-arms, are now a fragmented corpse, so desolate that they fall to the ground, blood staining large swathes of the land.

The smell of blood that permeated the camp intensified.

As strong as a heavy tiger, a fierce tiger beast soul protection barely resisted the strange drum sound of the red leaves, and there were several barbarian corpses around him.

They were all mad barbarians, and when they attacked him, they were killed by heavy tigers.

After experiencing Qiu Hongyi's drum attack, although Chonghu was not injured at this time, there was a sense of despair on his face.

He had always boasted that he was the most powerful barbarian warrior in the barbarian clan, but after experiencing Qiu Hongyi's strength today, he found that his strength was simply a joke.

What can he do if he is the strongest among the barbarians, in the eyes of the envoy of the Holy Mountain, he is still an insignificant ant.

After the drumming passed, Chonghu lowered his head and no longer dared to look directly at Qiu Hongyi.

What if Chonghu has anything to do with the Holy Mountain, in front of the powerful Qiu Hongyi, he is at most a dog.

After beating the drum song, Qiu Hongyi floated down in the wails of the barbarians and the smell of blood everywhere, and came to the patriarchs of many barbarian tribes, and she said in a cold tone:

"I'm here for only one thing, and that's to take you wastes and lay down the two cities of the Red Leaf Society! Do you understand? ”

As soon as these words came out, many barbarian patriarchs all responded in unison, touting with all their might.

"Understand, understand, the messenger strikes, we will be able to return with a great victory!"

"Follow in the footsteps of the messenger, and the autumn leaves will be at your fingertips"

Even Chonghu joined the ranks of touting Qiu Hongyi and licking her stinky feet.

The dismount just now has allowed Qiu Hongyi to establish absolute prestige among the barbarian tribes.

Everyone's lives are in her hands.

Even if they have countless grievances in their hearts, they will never dare to show the slightest.

Qiu Hongyi's gaze swept over these barbarian patriarchs with smiling faces, not caring at all about the true emotions in their hearts.

Her master taught her that force is always the greatest power, the greatest voice.

"Master is really right!" Qiu Hongyi said secretly in his heart.

At the same time, he instructed the barbarian patriarch to send his subordinates, and the barbarians who had died in the camp just now and were seriously injured and could not be healed were sent to her.

The barbarian tribe took the order.

Not long after, a large mountain of corpses piled up in a corner of the barbarian camp.

Rivers of blood flowed, and one after another seriously wounded barbarians were thrown on the mountain of corpses, wailing in pain.

A little counting shows that there are at least two or three thousand barbarians on this hill.

In other words, Qiu Hongyi's drum beat wiped out thirty percent of the barbarians in the barbarian camp, and the killing was very visible.

Qiu Hongyi, surrounded by the patriarch of the barbarian tribe, came to the foot of the corpse mountain, and there were countless ordinary barbarians watching beside him.

It seems to show the barbarians their means.

I saw that Qiu Hongyi's heart moved, and a blood-red cloud suddenly floated behind him, and the red cloud shrouded the barbarian corpse mountain.

There was a strange, oozing grinding sound.

The barbarian corpses on the corpse mountain slowly stood up, walked down the corpse mountain with blood dripping all over, turned into blood-colored puppets, and stood behind Qiu Hongyi.

By the time the corpse mountain disappeared, a neat line of blood-colored troops had already appeared behind Qiu Hongyi, numbering about three thousand.

The astonishing spread of evil qi caused the surrounding onlookers to take many steps back.

Looking at these blood-colored army, they had the feeling of facing the ghosts of the Momiji Society again.

Shivering, chilling all over.

"Guys, what is the strength of my army of blood corpses?"

Qiu Hongyi once again showed his strength.

Let the barbarians who feared her, who feared her, in the midst of endless fear, rise a trace of adoration for her.

Those who were trained by her were willing to kneel and lick Qiu Hongyi.

After a simple operation, she won the hearts of the barbarians.

For a long time, the Wanshan League has been constantly training the barbarian tribes, and has a wealth of means and experience in raising dogs.

Pulling out the camp and opening the village, Qiu Hongyi led the barbarian tribe to attack the Chuanhe City of the Red Leaf Society.

Qiu Hongyi also let the barbarians hunt the nearby beasts, use the blood of the beasts to water her army of blood corpses, and cooperate with her refining to continuously enhance the power of the army of blood corpses.

A few days have passed, and Qiu Hongyi's army of bloody corpses has cultivated a monstrous ferociousness.

Ordinary barbarians, just staying next to the army of blood corpses, all have a feeling of fear.

Boom!

A ghost soldier lurks behind trees and spies on an imposing barbarian army.

Suddenly, I heard a drum sound,

Then the yin body shattered, the soul flew away, and dissipated with heaven and earth.

Where the ghost soldiers died, Qiu Hongyi took the bloody barbarian heart drum and took Chonghu and others to check this place.

"Enlightened envoy, this is a ghost soldier carefully refined by the Red Leaf Society, it has the ability to probe, peep, gather in groups and form a large array, and jointly attack the enemy, we have attacked many times before, and these little things have ruined the good thing!"

Chonghu turned into a licking dog, and explained to Qiu Hongyi what happened to them before.

"Humph! I'm not a guy and this piece of shit! ”

Qiu Hongyi glanced at Chonghu disdainfully, and said coldly.

"Now that you have met the ghost soldier outpost of the Momiji Society, it seems that it is not far from the Momiji Society, you should inform the clansmen as soon as possible, and carefully prepare for the battle with the Momiji Society!"

Qiu Hongyi left a sentence, and the red clothes swung and floated away.

"Yes!" Chonghu and the others all received their orders.

The ghost soldier died, and on the other side, Luo Xueqing, who mastered the ghost soldier, immediately received the news.

Some ghost soldiers were sent to investigate, and Luo Xueqing confirmed that the barbarian army intended to be in Chuanhe City.

It seems to be relying on something, ready to start a big war.

She hurriedly informed Yu Donglei and arranged for the members of the Red Leaf Society outside the two cities to be withdrawn to the city and clear the wilderness.

Prepare war materials, prepare to defend Chuanhe City, and give the barbarian army a little bit of strength.

At the same time, Luo Xueqing in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

He also went to Lu Feng's retreat mansion and informed Lu Feng.

(End of chapter)