In the past eleven years, this Netherworld tribe has made leaps and bounds again and again, and with the need for the next level of mantras, more and more clansmen have walked out of the valley and gone out to practice.

In addition, there are teams of clansmen who go out almost every month, conquering some small tribes, capturing a large number of prisoners, and retrieving a number of different magic cores. Although it is only the size of a fingernail, the amount is worth the quality.

It is worth mentioning that those formations that resist the invasion of the outside world have almost no effect on these natives, and the effect of this formation seems to be to prevent outsiders from entering except to resist the tide of the Nether Night.

With the passage of time, the population of the Netherworld tribe has become more and more, and the range of twenty miles seems to be a little insufficient.

In this way, it was necessary to expand the formation again, Ye Yu spent three days researching, and finally expanded the scope of the formation by another twenty miles, and in this way, the Netherworld tribe with a range of forty miles suddenly transformed into one of the most powerful tribes within tens of thousands of miles nearby!

The increase in the number of clansmen has made more people practice the art of soul flags, and Ye Yu knows it well. The soul inside the soul banner needs to be sacrificed many times before it can be used to the fullest.

It was inconvenient for him to teach these people this method of sacrifice, so he sacrificed the Soul Flag, and under his supernatural powers, the flag immediately turned into a large black mist, covering the sky within a radius of forty miles.

The main soul formed by Leng Canghai is constantly wandering, using the cultivator of the middle stage of the Broken Pill as the main soul, its power is extraordinary, plus Leng Canghai fell with a strong hatred, the main soul formed is even more terrifying, and it has been refined by Ye Yu with his own essence and blood for seven seven and forty-nine days, it can be said that even if he encounters one of the five heroes of the Ghost King, Ye Yu only needs to sacrifice the Soul Flag, and he doesn't need to do it himself.

As soon as this black mist appeared, it immediately shocked everyone in the Netherworld Tribe, and they walked out of their respective houses one after another, and some of them who had attained cultivation directly manipulated the soul banner to wrap themselves and fly, wanting to go to the black fog to check what was going on.

"Release the soul and enter the black mist, fixed several times a day, you can increase the power of the soul!" Night Feather's voice slowly came from within the valley, echoing within forty miles.

The moment his voice came out, all the clansmen within forty miles knelt on the ground one after another, without exception, the reverence in the eyes of these people was extremely strong, and the opposite of what they knelt down was the valley where Night Feather lived.

After this black fog appeared, throughout the day, within a radius of forty miles, there was often a black mist, and in these black fogs, countless souls of humans and beasts roared.

From today on, the people of the Netherworld Tribe have gradually become accustomed to releasing their souls into the black mist every day to refine, and this black mist has become its unique symbol of the Netherworld Tribe.

The strength of Night Feather has completely brainwashed the people of the Netherworld Tribe under the impetus of Wu Longkai, Ximen Feng and Chen Shimei, even if Night Feather tells them to commit suicide, they will not have any hesitation, which makes Night Feather sigh secretly, and finally can only mutter, "This is the power of religion." ”

In the Netherworld Tribe, there is a person that Night Feather has been paying attention to, this is a young man with a disheveled head, a man who cherishes words like gold, he does not have any spiritual power fluctuations on his body, he cannot cultivate the truth, and he cannot cultivate the soul banner technique taught by Night Feather.

The reason why Ye Yu paid so much attention was because this person reminded him of the brother who was with him, Yukimura.

According to what Ye Yu knew, this young man who looked similar to him was twenty-seven years old this year, with a strange name, 'Fourteen', who no longer had any relatives in the family, and had grown up on the handouts of his clansmen since he was a child.

To Ye Yu's surprise, this young man named Fourteen not only cherishes words like gold, but also never cries out in pain, if he doesn't know that this person can speak, Night Feather will really treat Fourteen as a dumb person.

Once, Ye Yu saw that the young man named Fourteen had blood flowing from his right rib, and Bai Sensen's bones were exposed, but he did not say a word until the priests of the clan healed him.

From beginning to end, Fourteen never frowned, and his eyes were full of determination. This made Ye Yu more attentive to Fourteen, of course, it would not be a boring precaution, but the idea of accepting an apprentice.

In the Netherworld Tribe, not all of them are practicing soul alchemy, and there are some who are unable to cultivate at all, so they can only go out hunting and provide food as hunters.

Fourteen, one of the hunters.

Originally, he was an innocent and cheerful child, although he had no father and no mother, but he had an grandfather who loved him very much, but his grandfather also died when he was five years old, and when his grandfather died, he told him that his parents were killed by the big people in the Demon God City, and told him not to take revenge, but to live well.

Since then, he has never said a word, and the whole person is like a mute, and there is not the slightest agility in his body, and some seem to be just a body.

Fourteen wouldn't have wanted revenge if it weren't for Nightfeather saying a word to the people of their tribe, Nightfeather had said such a thing to everyone in their tribe eleven years ago.

"Nothing in the world is absolute! If you want to achieve something, you must put in blood and tears, if you can't cultivate the soul flag, it can only mean that your efforts are not enough. If you can't persevere, you can rely on your own hard work and perseverance, if you can't persevere, then you can commit suicide!"

That day, Ye Yu's words were like a slap in the face for Fourteen.

Since then, every late night, after countless attempts to vomit, he can see another expression on his face, but this expression is a deep pain and unwillingness.

The elders of the clan also said that he could not cultivate magic power in this life, nor could he cultivate spiritual power, and could only be an ordinary person for the rest of his life, so how could Fourteen, who was burdened with a deep hatred of the sea of blood, endure it?

He was not reconciled, why did the heavens treat him like this, until more than eleven years ago, their elder brought back a young man named Night Feather, Fourteen had secretly observed the expression of their elder, and whenever he mentioned about Night Feather, the expression on his face was extremely reverent.

As an elder in the clan, Ximen Feng naturally couldn't know what his cultivation was, but he knew that their elders were all people with great magical powers, and now, even their elders respected the taciturn outsider so much, and a thought naturally appeared in Fourteen's heart, if he wanted revenge, only that outsider could help him.

When Fourteen learned that the young man was the head of the sect, he was even more sure of what he thought in his heart, he had nothing special, nor anything to be proud of, all he had was an unwavering spirit, and Fourteen knew that if he wanted to take revenge, he had to rely on that night sect master.

Moreover, he saw that after the people in the clan cultivated the soul banner method taught by the Night Sect Master, they really conquered several tribes, and Night Feather's figure gradually continued to rise in the Netherworld Tribe, and finally regarded Night Feather as a spiritual support.