After a brief trimming, Qing He continued to kill the fourth-level desolate beast. This time, she set her sights on the herd of beasts, and no longer hunted the fourth-level desolate beasts alone.

The group of desolate beasts led by the fourth-level desolate beasts ranged from a dozen to a few hundred. Qing He no longer picks, her goal is to take down the entire herd.

In the realm of ruins, his own available spiritual power has increased significantly. The strength and defense of the body have increased, and the speed has become more agile, and Qing He shuttles through the herd of beasts with ease.

In just one month, Qing He killed countless desolate beasts. Countless beast cores, blood, and materials were harvested. Among them, fourth-level desolate beasts accounted for a large part.

Constantly fighting, after the baptism of the blood of the wild beast, Qinghe reacted quickly to the enemy, his body was sensitive, and his body was agile and elegant.

The fit between the Yunli Sword Technique and the Golden Sword is more perfect, and where Qinghe passes, the golden light shines, like a tiger entering the flock, quickly capturing prey.

Qing He wandered around this place, looking for a target. I don't know how many roads I have walked to the west, and the level of the desolate beasts encountered on the road is not high, and there are very few fourth-level ones.

Just as he was about to turn south, Ah Zi suddenly said, "More than ten miles ahead, there are desolate beasts attacking humans. ”

The raised footsteps stopped, and Qing He asked, "Are there many wild beasts, can the human race cope with it?"

"Humans have died a lot, and they are no match for the beasts. ”

Qing He immediately hurried forward.

More than ten miles away, Qinghe's speed has now accelerated, and he arrived in less than two quarters of an hour. She was shocked by the sight.

There was blood, stumps, the cries of children, the screams of people. The culprit was a dozen desolate beasts that had broken into the Terran settlement.

Without stopping, Qing He quickly took out his sword and headed towards the desolate beast.

Dongyang Feng watched a huge desolate beast open its bloody mouth and was about to devour him. He closed his eyes in despair.

He has been fighting for two hours in a row, and as the guardian of the Dongyang tribe, Dongyang Peak has long been scarred, and his body has reached the limit. Seeing that his clansmen died one after another under the brutality of the desolate beasts, he resisted and tried his best, but the result was still unsatisfactory.

More and more people died, Dongyang Feng was disheartened, he knew that the Dongyang tribe was about to perish. They have experienced this kind of fight several times, but the level of the desolate beasts in the past is lower, and the clansmen can still save some people desperately.

Now all will die at the mouth of the beast. He had expected such a result, but he just hoped that this day would come later.

Dongyang Feng was unwilling, but he couldn't do anything. He still has too many things to do, not to leave hope for the tribe, not to continue the tribe's bloodline.

At this moment, he thought a lot, messed up, and his thoughts drifted farther. Suddenly, Dongyang Feng felt that something was wrong, why hadn't the desolate beast bitten his body yet, he didn't feel pain.

Suddenly opened his eyes, Dongyang Feng's eyes widened, the desolate beast in front of him was gone, but there was a corpse lying on the ground. Staring at the corpse, he was extremely sure that it was the desolate beast that had just attacked him.

Realizing something, Dongyang Feng turned his head to look away, where there was a golden light shining. The desolate beasts that annihilated the Dongyang tribe all fell to the ground after the golden light.

Finally, Dongyang Feng saw clearly, there was a slender figure there, it was a woman. Dressed in white, the sword in his hand was wielded with agility, and every time the sword was slashed, a wild beast died.

At this moment, Dongyang Feng felt that the heavens still favored the Dongyang tribe, and at the last moment, a fairy came and saved the clansmen.

His heart was beating violently, and Dongyang Feng stood up slowly, he wanted to see more clearly. How the culprit was killed, the fairy's heroic posture, he wanted to engrave this image in his mind.

It seems to be slow, but it is actually very fast, and Qinghe solved all the wild beasts in the shortest possible time. There are more than a dozen desolate beasts, three of which are of the third level, five of which are of the second level, and the rest are all of the first level. For her, it was a complete piece of cake.

However, for the Dongyang tribe, all this is so extraordinary. All those who survived looked at Qinghe, looking at her vigorous posture and neat skills.

Everyone's heartbeat intensified, and they were extremely grateful that the arrival of the fairy was their savior.

When Qing He finished killing the wild beast, the whole picture was static. No one broke the silence of the moment with a voice, and everyone looked at her with tears in their eyes.

Putting away the sword, Qing He swept around. It's still the same tragic look, but the original voice is missing. She said, "The beast has been killed, and you are safe." ”

A suppressed cry sounded, and Qing He looked over, it was an old woman, with gray hair, a wrinkled face, and a childish child in one of her arms. In his other hand, he held a large knife tightly, his body covered in blood and his clothes torn.

It was like a rift had opened, and the heart-rending cry shook the sky.

Dongyang Feng propped up his body and moved to Qinghe with difficulty, and said hoarsely: "Thank you for the rescue, the Dongyang tribe is grateful." ”

After that, bend down and thank you.

Seeing his difficult appearance, Qing He hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him up, and said, "It's a trivial matter, don't worry about it." I just passed by and went along. ”

The white hands were in stark contrast to the tattered and dirty clothes, and Dongyang Feng couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes anymore. After lowering his head for a long time, he said in a dumb voice: "I am Dongyang Peak, the patriarch of the tribe, I don't know what to call the benefactor?"

"Hundred grass and green grass. Qinghe helped him sit down, "Dongyang Patriarch, you sit down and rest first, and the injuries on your body must be dealt with quickly." I've got some healing medicine here, and you can have someone take it and give it to those who are seriously injured. ”

As he spoke, Qing He took out a spirit pill, handed it to Dongyang Feng, and motioned for him to take medicine first.

Dongyang Feng did not hesitate, and immediately took it and swallowed it.

After a while, Dongyang Feng said: "Benefactor, let you break the bank." ”

"It's okay, you have someone give medicine to the injured first. Qing He waved his hand. These elixirs are nothing to her. Since we have saved people, we must do more, and we must not let these people die because of serious injuries.

Soon, Dongyang Feng let the people with light injuries and relatively flexible bodies give the elixir to the clansmen separately.

After a tragic battle, the original Dongyang tribe has long been dilapidated. The tribe's dwellings were trampled down by wild beasts, and none of them were intact.

Everyone can only settle in the open air, and find a place to lie around at will. Qing He watched Dongyang Peak settle the clansmen. He asked, "How many people are there in your tribe?"

"There were more than 8,000 people before, and now I don't know how many are left. "Dongyang Peak has a low landing road. The number of people is already scarce, and it is decreasing every year. This time it was even more heavy, and the slightly stronger ones rushed to kill at the first time, and they were basically killed and wounded.

Today, only children and the elderly are left behind. These people are even more unable to protect themselves, and it is even more difficult to survive in this great wilderness where wild beasts are infested at will.