Special periods have special feelings, under the emergency atmosphere of the Holy Land, the same is true of the entire land of Kyushu, and the same is true of the human world, the mountains and rains are about to come and the wind is full of buildings, since the disappearance of the Dao Ancestor, there has never been a real peace in the past thousand years.

The Jiuzhou Continent is surging, the demon beast clan is about to move, the descendants of the Wu clan are menacing, and the entire human world is implicated, and the most tragic is the human race.

The original intentions of Daozu and Emperor Yu are beautiful, but the reality cannot be completed by ideas, there are too many unexpected things, is it really the human race that is really in charge of the land of Kyushu?

Long Fengxuan has returned to the year of practicing with the withered leaves since he ran away from the East China Sea, and he will know more about these tragic things when he goes deep into the lowest human race.

Long Fengxuan has experienced all this, and felt the importance of his mission from the bottom of his heart, Withered Leaves is right, anyone will say big things, only doing what he can is the way to salvation.

Long Fengxuan put away his long sword, went deep into the land of the human race, sealed the cultivation, and did what he could, after passing through countless tribes, the tribal alliance created by Emperor Yu had almost disappeared after his death, and the struggle for power and profit had become the norm.

How many tribes have moved to it, and the smoke is everywhere, Long Fengxuan has walked through countless tribes, witnessed all the suffering, and seen too many tragic things.

Silently doing what he could, leaving behind some basic body refining methods, passing down the words used in the cultivation realm to record immortal books, teaching the new blood in the tribe, teaching them to strengthen their bodies, and guiding them to practice hard.

After the dead of night, Long Fengxuan began to condense the way of the sword, and with the deepening of his understanding, the cultivation of the way of the sword was also accumulating rapidly, and the heart of the sword was getting stronger and stronger.

Long Fengxuan can't remember how many tribes he has walked through, how many laws have been passed down, and how many Terran teenagers he has taught, the original delicate and fair face is full of vicissitudes, in just half a year, Long Fengxuan's complexion is like a prime of life, the years have portrayed mottled on his face, his beard is unshaven, and his long hair is no longer the handsome feeling he had before.

Tied up indiscriminately, coupled with a long beard, Long Fengxuan, who was originally a young man, had a taller figure, and at this time he had become an elder.

The local tribes that walked through have erected statues of him, commemorating the hope given to them by the elder immortal master, and giving Long Fengxuan all kinds of tribal things, Long Fengxuan silently accepted the reward and continued to embark on the road of training.

I don't know how long it took, Long Fengxuan forgot that he was a monk, walking between tribes, silently doing what he could with his own actions.

The autumn wind was full of dead leaves, and Long Fengxuan walked silently on the earth, and there was a battle going on in front of him, a war between tribes.

Long Fengxuan has seen this scene many times, he is not stupid to be a lobbyist, but silently watched this scene, because Long Fengxuan knows that it can't be stopped, there are too many reasons for wars between tribes, including materials, water sources, minerals and territories, and even belief totems can be reasons for war.

However, in Long Fengxuan's eyes, this war is a bit unusual, first of all, the usual tribal wars are symbolically sent tribal warriors, and the victory or defeat of the war is determined through duels, as well as the same number of people and weapons under the same conditions, to fight, rarely like this, to mobilize thousands of people, this is clearly a war of extermination.

The tribe with a population of more than 1,000 people is a well-known tribe in the entire Zhongzhou continent, not to mention that these two tribes are of the same strength.

The bleak autumn wind blew, the leaves piled up on the ground, the tragic horn blew and remembered, the two sides of the men and horses fought together, compared with other lowly tribes, it is obvious that these two tribes have a lot, and even have cavalry, on one side is riding a wildebeest, on the other side riding a wolf, fiercely fighting together.

The role of cavalry is unimaginable compared to ordinary primitive tribe people with wooden sticks and stone knives, it is unimaginable, it is like destroying and decaying, the people on both sides of the tribe fell to the ground one after another when they cut wheat, and the blood stained this piece of land red, Long Fengxuan looked at all this with burning eyes, and suddenly felt in his heart, this place is strange. Good web

The earth-shattering fight couldn't help but recall in Long Fengxuan's ears, Rao had seen too many of these scenes, Long Fengxuan couldn't help but look sideways, the offensive and defensive sides have gradually become clear, this is a war of defense and invasion, one side exerts all the strength of the whole clan to invade the other tribe.

The two sides seem to have a deep hatred, and they are not dying, and gradually the tribe defending one side has the upper hand, and the wolf knight is ferocious and hateful, and after invading the guarding tribe, the wolf enters the flock, causing a large number of casualties.

Long Fengxuan saw that with the death of a large number of tribesmen, blood flowed into the bottom of this land, strangely flowing into the earth, without a trace of blood.

Suddenly, a person from the guarding tribe walked out, took off the animal skin shirt, and the clansmen behind picked up the torch, Long Fengxuan saw it clearly, dragged the animal skin shirt from the back and exposed the back, and a portrait appeared.

The clansmen behind them picked up torches one after another, and lit something on the back of the comer, suddenly, the originally clear sky was covered with thunderclouds, and a phantom behind it slowly appeared.

"Thunder God Totem?" Long Fengxuan was shocked, and couldn't help but say it, this kind of might, this is a tribe that believes in the God of Thunder, and the person who stands up should be the patriarch of this tribe.

After Long Fengxuan was surprised, he looked down again, as the phantom of the thunder god totem appeared, the patriarch had been ignited by the fire, and the clansmen who were still alive behind him knelt down one after another, kneeling down reverently, with words in their mouths, and the thunder god phantom roared angrily.

However, Long Fengxuan understood that this tribe should be the last swan song, because the patriarch obviously paid a great price for this trick, and the clansmen behind it were all sacrifices.

The guarding tribe was desperate, the Thunder God Phantom raged, the sky thundered, the thunder fire ignited in the place where it fell, the thundercloud was released angrily, and a wide range of thunder and lightning slashed towards another tribe.

"Boom ....." With a loud bang, the thunderclouds brewed countless thunderbolts, and they fell towards the hundreds of wolf knights, tearing and pulling....The thunder formed a lightning chain, and a group of wolf knights turned over on their backs, and they were scorched by the thunder.

For a time, the invading tribe was panicked, a large number of clansmen were killed and injured, and they were frightened by the huge roar of the thunder, and they were afraid to move forward.

With the release of a large number of heavenly thunders, both sides were defeated, and the war scene of thousands of people, less than a few hundred people survived, Long Fengxuan sighed and watched this scene silently.

The defending tribe is not much better, the price paid for summoning the thunder god totem is very huge, the clansmen behind the patriarch are already languishing, their faces are pale, and they are about to fall to the ground at any time, and the entire tribe is left with them, with hatred and stubbornly supporting them not falling, with the words in their mouths, ready to launch the next wave of attacks.

The invading tribe was obviously afraid of this method, and they all retreated in fear, but they looked at a place not far away as they retreated, revealing a look of fear.

Long Fengxuan narrowed his eyes, the whole thing revealed too much weirdness, and sure enough, before Long Fengxuan could think about it, a black flag was suddenly erected behind the invading tribe, and the black mist was swirling on it, and the sound of resentment was very permeable, even if it was far away, Long Fengxuan could feel a rush of resentment.

"Evil cultivator...... Long Feng Xuan clenched his teeth and slowly spit out the word evil cultivator.

Sure enough, at the moment when the black flag was raised, the originally trembling clansmen all showed a look of fear, closed their eyes in desperation, picked up the stone tool in their hands, and rushed towards the thunder and lightning desperately.

Long Fengxuan was shocked again, the resentment of the sky made them rather die under the thunder than be swept up in the black banner, the resentful spirits would suck up their flesh and bones, and then turn into new resentful spirits.