Soon, six or seven middle-aged women ran in and pushed Ah Dong out, squeaking and getting up as they got up.

A woman took the animal skin blanket and covered Mu Qing's cage as well.

Mu Qing is very concerned about Atul, and she is also a little nervous, but when a woman gives birth to a child, it is better not to let out her divine sense to see it.

Listening to Attu's painful screams one after another, Mu Qing's heart became tighter and tighter, and she said in her heart: I remember when I was a child, when my cousins and cousins were born, I heard the elders talk about the danger of women giving birth, and this danger was almost from the ghost gate, and even the monks could not avoid it. Let's hope Atul can get through this difficult time!

Time ticks by.

Atul's birth this time was not due to twins, it was extremely difficult, and he fainted in pain several times, but the child was still not born.

As the sky got dark, Ah Dong circled around the wooden house for many times, stepping on the ground around the wooden house with a circle of dents.

Suddenly!

I heard a wild laugh outside, and with this wild laughter, one of them shouted, "There is a nest here!

Mu Qing sighed in his heart: If you don't come soon, you won't come late! Just in time for this juncture, the soul clan is here!

Mu Qing's divine sense was instantly released, avoiding everyone's bodies, and taking in the situation within a radius of ten miles:

I saw six gray shadows in mid-air, each tall and thin, also wearing soft armor, the first person had a face like a sharp cone, long eyebrows into the sideburns, constricted pupils, and a short horn on the forehead, about two inches long.

Mu Qing knew that when the cultivation of the Holy Clan cultivators reached the late stage of the Holy Core Great Perfection, they began to materialize the holy power into a part of the body, which could be a bone, a special piece of soft armor, or an existence shaped like an organ, such as eyes, ears, and tail.

However, Holy Clan monks often prefer to materialize short horns as a way to show their cultivation and deter their enemies.

The short horn of the leading soul clan monk in front of him was much longer than that shaman, and his cultivation was obviously higher, and the five people who followed him also had a short horn, and it seemed that his cultivation was similar to that of a shaman.

......

The soul clan suddenly arrived, and there was chaos and noise outside, and exclamations came and went. The Blood Clan cultivators picked up their spears and steel forks and ran out, raising their heads and glaring at the six Soul Clans, with fear in their eyes.

The strength of the soul clan, they couldn't be clearer. At this moment, there were six at once, and for this small blood tribe, it was already a catastrophe.

Ah Dong couldn't bear it anymore, pushed the door in, glanced at Atul, who was sweating profusely, and said, "Atul, don't worry, I will not let them hurt you and our children!"

As he spoke, he turned and walked away, closing the door gently.

Atul opened his mouth and raised an arm to beckon Ah Dong over, but the physical exertion was too great, and before he could leave, Ah Dong had already left.

......

Mu Qing gritted his teeth slightly, and said in his heart: I can not care about others, but if you want to hurt Atul, you can't!

His divine sense stared at the six soul clans outside, and he was ready to see what kind of means the saint clan monks in this realm had, so that he could know himself and his opponent.

......

The old shaman walked out of his wooden house with an ebony staff in his hand, and his body came together into the air, followed by a dozen or so Blood Clan monks. The cultivation of these blood clan cultivators has reached the Holy Core stage, and they can fly away.

The soul clan who took the lead glanced at the old shaman and sneered, "You are the shaman of this tribe?"

The old shaman looked solemn and nodded slightly.

The soul clan said: "Give you a chance to choose, two hundred years old clansmen, I will take half of them!"

Without waiting for the old shaman to answer, a middle-aged blood clan behind him shouted, "Don't you think about it!"

The soul clan smiled, looked at the person next to him, and said, "Kill him!"

The soul clan beside him immediately moved, and with a wave of his hand, a long knife with a strange shape flew out, shooting directly at the blood clan who had just spoken.

The blood monk shook the steel fork in his hand and went to block the long knife, only to see that the long knife suddenly turned when it was about three feet away from him, and its speed suddenly doubled, and it reached the neck of the blood man in the blink of an eye......

In this position, there is no soft armor protection.

Hearing only the sound of "poof", the blood man didn't even let out a scream, his head flew out, and blue essence blood spurted out.

......

Mu Qing saw it clearly, and couldn't help but shrink her pupils slightly. Xin Dao: This soul clan monk's long knife is a magic weapon! But the quality is average! The reason why he was able to kill a person in an instant was mainly because of his divine sense, in addition to his cultivation being much higher than that of the other party. With the help of his Divine Sense, he can quickly lock on to his opponent, find holes in his opponent's defenses, and deliver a fatal blow.

The old shaman finally moved, his hands pressed on the head of the ebony staff, and a whirlwind suddenly blew around him, and with a wild roar, countless wind blades shot out......

The ebony staff in his hand is also a magic weapon!

And the spell he urged was also a wind spell!

This old shaman is a wind-attribute holy seed monk! No wonder he likes Atul so much, and he comes to see Atul as his own disciple!

Mu Qing's heart moved, and she thought so.

However, without the locking and traction of the divine sense, although the power of the wind blade shot by the old shaman is not small, the accuracy is poor, and after the shot, it can only go straight forward and cannot turn.

Except for the one who took the lead, the other five figures of the six soul clan monks flickered, avoiding the wind blade that was shooting, and the person who took the lead shook his hand, and a black light was born in front of him, and the wind blade hit the black light, making a bang, and they were all blocked.

At the same time as the old shaman shot out the wind blade, more than a dozen Blood Clan monks behind him moved at the same time, and their bodies were wrapped in various colors of brilliance, either golden light, or black light, or flames, and these brilliance spread along the palms of their hands to the weapons in their hands, making the power of the weapons increase greatly.

More than a dozen rays of light rushed towards the Soul Clan monks, and a chaotic battle officially began......

......

Ah Dong's cultivation is only in the Holy Liquid Period, and he can't fly away yet, at this moment, he and dozens of young men and women of the Blood Clan gathered together, each holding a long knife and a short blade, waiting for the battle. The other Blood Clan monks also gathered in a few groups, looking up at the battle group in the sky above.

Although the number of blood clans is large, they really fight with the soul clan, and they have an immediate opinion.

I saw that although the strength of the dozen or so blood clan seniors was great and the speed was not slow, they could not get close to the soul clan monks at all, their attacks were either blocked by the magic weapons released by the opponent, or easily dodged, and the soul clan dealt with the blood clan, like slaughtering a pig and slaughtering a dog, only a few breaths, and four people fell on the spot.

The leader of the soul clan stood in the air, stared at the old shaman opposite, and said coldly: "You don't have a chance, I want to arrest you all now, of course, I will follow the will of the Holy King, leave some old guys, you have to be obedient and work hard to give birth...... Anyway, you give birth as quickly as a mouse lays a baby!"

As he spoke, he let out a wild laugh.

At this moment, seeing that these Holy Core Stage clansmen around him were about to be slaughtered, the old shaman regretted it a little. He wasn't afraid of death, but as the leader of the tribe, he should think about the survival of the entire tribe, and if he agreed to the other party's conditions just now, his own people would be able to survive at least half.

Suddenly, a young man's roar came from below-"We would rather die in battle than be the blood food of your soul clan!"

With Ah Dong's roar, the blood clansmen below shouted at the same time: "I'd rather die in battle than do blood food!"

Without waiting for the leader to give the order, a Soul Clan monk swooped down and went straight into the crowd, a large flashlight flashed out, grabbed the neck of a Blood Clan youth, and lifted him up.

I saw that the black light on his body flickered, and the young man who was grabbed by the neck couldn't make any sound, his eyes rolled white, and a ray of white light came out of his forehead, straight into the mouth of the soul monk.

The surrounding blood clans retreated with a roar, their eyes full of fear.

After only one or two breaths, the body of the blood clan young man fell to the ground with a thud, and he was out of breath.

The Soul Clan monk poked out his tongue and licked his lips, looked around at everyone, and said with a cruel smile: "Little cubs, look at the way you scared and pee! Why, haven't you seen your Soul Clan grandfather eat?"

Shouting and shouting, it is really another matter for the monk of the Upper Soul Clan.

Most of these blood clan youths were born after the last hunting period, and they really hadn't seen the soul clan devouring the origin of the divine soul with their own eyes, and at this moment, they were really a little scared silly. At this moment, under the pressure of the powerful soul power of the soul clan cultivators, they trembled one by one, and even the weapons in their hands were a little ungraspable.

Under the strong pressure, Ah Dong suddenly burst out with a wild roar, jumped up, and the long knife in his hand burst out with a layer of white light, slashing towards the soul clan......

How could the Soul Clan monk put the "food" of a holy liquid period in his eyes, did not dodge or dodge, raised his arm, and used the soft armor on his arm to catch the knife from Ah Dong.

only heard the sound of a "bang" of gold and iron, and Adong's body was shocked and flew upside down.

The Soul Clan monk stepped forward with an arrow, and grabbed Ah Dong's neck with a big hand......

At this moment, a baby's cry suddenly came from a wooden house!

The cry is crisp and loud, revealing alluring vitality!