"Patriarch, the people of the Mingjing clan and the Mengque clan have already been killed outside the altar!" From the Spirit Valley, in the station of the Flying Tiger Clan, a monk whose cultivation was weak and was only at the peak of the Qiyuan Realm clasped his fists at a man with a sad face.

"Damn, our clan has already ceded forty percent of the area!, won't they give up?!" This man is the new patriarch of the Flying Tiger Tribe, Fan Ming.

Jiutao, the patriarch of the Flying Tiger Tribe, went to Yunfu Mountain to hunt for treasure, and in the past few days, the life card he left in the clan collapsed, and this life card is connected to Jiutao's life, if the life card collapses, it means that Jiutao has died.

After learning about this, the clansmen of the Flying Tiger tribe immediately probed many times, and finally got the information that Jiu Tao was indeed dead, and they tried their best to hide this matter, hoping not to be known by the monks from the Spirit Valley.

But only half a month later, the Mingjing clan and the Mengque clan learned the news that Jiu Tao had died out of nowhere, and the two tribes joined forces to forcibly occupy the station where the Flying Tiger tribe was located.

The station of the Flying Tiger Department is the best station from the Spirit Valley, in the past, Jiutao guarded the tribe, naturally not afraid of the covetousness of other tribes, and at this moment, Jiutao died, and the tribes from the Spirit Valley were ready to move, not only the Mingjing clan and the Mengque clan, but many other tribes had the idea of occupying this station, but because of the lack of strength, they did not participate in it.

"Sword Lingzi Daoist, you lead the clansmen of the Feihong Tribe, leave!" Beside Fan Ming, there is also a middle-aged sword cultivator with a sword eyebrow and star eye, he is the Sword Lingzi from the Feihong Clan.

Jian Lingzi is not a member of the Feihong tribe, he is just a guest who joined temporarily, and when the Flying Tiger tribe was in danger this time, only the Feihong tribe sent people to help, and Jian Lingzi was the one who led these monks.

"Patriarch Fan, Patriarch Liufeng has made a decree this time, and it is a heavy treasure, he once said that the matter of the Flying Tiger Department is the matter of the Feihong Department, and the Sword Lingzi is favored by the Patriarch of the Liufeng Clan, this favor is difficult to repay, today the Flying Tiger Department is in trouble, it is the Feihong Department is in difficulty, the Feihong Department is in difficulty, it is my Sword Lingzi in difficulty! Don't mention the matter of leaving! It's just a battle!"

"Thank you Sword Lingzi Daoist!Feihong Sect has helped me with all my might, if my Flying Tiger Sect blindly retreats again, I'm afraid that I will live up to the affection of all Daoists!" Fan Ming nodded, as if he had made a decision, he raised his hand and beckoned the clansmen beside him.

"Deng Peng! Pass on my command! The Flying Tiger tribesmen are preparing for war with all their might, and all the cultivators of the alien races who enter my tribe's station will be killed! Never die!" Fan Ming made a decision, took out a few jade cylinders, conveyed his divine thoughts, and handed them to Deng Peng, the clansman beside him.

Deng Peng took the jade cylinder with a solemn expression and walked towards the outside of the hall, he wanted to hand over the jade cylinder to the elders of the tribe and convey Fan Ming's order.

"Fellow Daoists of the Feihong Tribe, Fan has thanked the former patriarch of Jiutao! Thank you on behalf of the Feihu tribe!" Fan Ming turned around and bowed to the hundreds of monks in the hall, all of whom had come from the Feihong Clan to help.

After Fan Ming was elected as the patriarch by the clansmen, he also knew the secret that the patriarchs of the past dynasties would know, the Feihong Tribe, and the Flying Tiger Tribe, this is a tribe, hundreds of years ago, the two tribes were the same clansmen of the Honghu Tribe, and now although they are separated, they are still blood-related clansmen, so the monks of the Feihong Tribe, at this time, will help the Flying Tiger Tribe.

After receiving Fan Ming's worship, these monks bowed to Fan Ming, and on their right arm, they were engraved with a mighty white tiger head, the totem of these Honghu tribes.

"The Mengques and the Mingjing clan's Xiaoxiao invaded our clan, fellow Daoists, follow me to meet the enemy!" Fan Ming turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall, and the monks behind him also followed, rushing towards the altar of the Feihong Clan.

In the altar of the Feihong Clan, there are already hundreds of monks at war, the monks of the Feihong Tribe, stubbornly resisting the monks of the Mingjing clan and the Mengque clan, among the monks group, there are two monks who are the most eye-catching.

One of these two people was the great sacrifice of the Mingjing clan, and the other was the patriarch of the Mengque clan, Shatang, who rushed and killed in the group of monks, and with every blow, a member of the Feihong tribe fell.

Sha Ou and Sha Tang were monks in the late stage of the Condensing Star Realm, and they were looking for the Condensing Star Realm monks to make a move in the group of monks, but in a moment and a half, they had already killed the Condensing Star Realm monks of the Feihong Division.

The Feihong tribe was originally one of the peak clans from the Spirit Valley, the people of the Condensing Star Realm, there were more than 30 people, and after Jiu Tao died, the highest cultivation was the current patriarch Fan Ming, and his cultivation was the middle stage of the Condensing Star Realm.

In addition to Fan Ming, there were two monks in the middle stage of the Condensing Star Realm of the Feihong Clan, and the two of them, along with the other Condensing Star Realm monks, were killed by Sha Ou and Shatang in the battle of Fang Cai, and the strength of the Feihong Sect had been sharply reduced.

"Fan Ming, if you know each other, take your clan and leave quickly, otherwise my Mingjing clan doesn't care about one more slave clan!" Sha Ou, the high priest of the Mingjing clan, laughed loudly, Jiutao died, and there was no one in the Feihong Clan to fight him.

"Sha Ou, if my former patriarch of Jiutao is here, can you dare to be so presumptuous? If my clan's guest Qing Lord Cheng Yun is here, how dare you do this?" Fan Ming laughed angrily and rebuked Sha Ou loudly.

Sha Ou sneered and was silent, and the sha hall on the side raised the magic weapon in his hand and shouted: "Don't say that Jiutao is dead, he is here, so what? And that junior Cheng Yun, it's just the cultivation of the seven mangs, that is, relying on the power of the magic weapon, what can I do?" ha!"

The monks behind Shatang and Sha Ou all laughed, their cultivation was above the Condensing Star Realm, and they had already killed many people from the Feihong Clan.

"Fellow Daoists, let's fight!" Fan Ming's face was gloomy and he whispered to the monks behind him.

Behind Fan Ming, there were hundreds of clansmen from the Flying Tiger Tribe, among them, there were only a few people in the Condensing Star Realm, most of them were just Jiemang monks, and the strongest cultivator was the sword cultivator Sword Lingzi who was the leader.

At the same time, the clansmen of the Feihong tribe are also coming one after another, their cultivation is low, most of them are just Qiyuan Realm, at this moment they are fighting for the clan, even if they die, they have no regrets.

"Fang Cai, you said that Cheng can't help you?"

"Fang Cai, you said again that you want to make the Feihong tribe a slave of your clan?"

As the monks on both sides were rushing to kill, two indifferent voices sounded in mid-air.

A young monk with a cold expression and a small black beast appeared on this battlefield, and he stood alone, so that the monks on both sides did not dare to move again.

"It's you who said, Cheng can't help you!" This young monk was Cheng Yun who had returned from Yunfu Mountain, he gently slapped the demon ritual and moved three times towards the place where the sha hall was located.

Every time he moved, Shatang took a step back with a solemn expression, and the monks between him and Cheng Yun all avoided it, not daring to stand between the two.

"You said again that you want to make the Feihong tribe the slave clan of your clan?" Cheng Yun shifted his gaze to Sha Ou, who was silent, but his hands were quietly pinching.

"Damn! He's just an eight-mang cultivator, at best, he is in the middle of the Star Condensing Realm, how can he have such a terrifying aura!Sha Ou, are you sure?" Sha Tang looked at Cheng Yun in a cold sweat, and he immediately sent out his divine thoughts towards Sha Ou.

"I don't have the slightest certainty! His cultivation is not terrible! But I am like facing an old monster who has been cultivating for thousands of years! This matter is too weird, he can escape from you and me when he is in Qimang, and his cultivation has improved at this moment, I am afraid that it will be even more difficult to kill him!" Sha Ou silently sent out a divine thought in response to Shatang, and he was also terrified when he faced Cheng Yun.

"Let's go!" No matter how arrogant and arrogant Sha Ou and Sha Tang's words were before, they were not fools, and now Cheng Yun is not what it used to be, they don't want to provoke such a strong enemy with unknown strength.

The monks of the Mengque clan and the Mingjing clan all wanted to follow the two of them away, after all, in this place, Cheng Yun's powerful aura made them breathless.

"Don't move, move, the whole clan will be destroyed!" Cheng Yun said indifferently, the blood-red light in his eyes shocked all the monks.

As Cheng Yun shouted these words, all those monks stopped their steps, they were familiar with Cheng Yun's deeds, and they seemed to remember the scene of Cheng Yun escaping under the hands of dozens of their Condensing Star Realm monks.

These monks all looked at Sha Ou and Sha Tang, only these two could make a decision at this moment, and only the two of them could compete with Cheng Yun.

Sha Ou and Sha Tang glanced at each other and began to talk to each other with divine thoughts, and at this time, in the middle of their sea of consciousness, a domineering and irresistible voice sounded, and Cheng Yun's divine sense directly pressed over, leaving a divine thought in their sea of consciousness.

"As I said, if you move, the whole race will be destroyed. ”