It wasn't until Ye Zhiqiu and the others walked away that the blood-colored fog that shrouded this orc tribe station lost the support of mana, and was gradually dispelled by the warm sun.

There were flesh and blood stumps everywhere, except for the large livestock raised by the tribe, which had no value, and were let go by the forbidden Taoist priests, and the rest of the people did not leave a single living mouth.

The smell of blood diffused with the wind, the first to attract the smelly mosquitoes and flies, gathered on the corpses of the orcs, and then came the scavenging vulture eagle, flapping its wings and slowly descending, tearing and eating the flesh that began to rot, and then the wild wolves, lynxes, and ocelots roaming the grassland, also smelled the smell and found here, and feasted on it.

On the grassland, there are many orc tribes like stars, due to the relationship of survival competition and the harsh living environment, it is difficult to get the opportunity to grow stronger. In order to compete for the fertile pastures and water sources, it often leads to large-scale fights between several tribes, or even more than a dozen tribes.

Large clans can also be resupplied with their savings and by squeezing their vassals. Correspondingly, the small tribes often lack forage and grain, and cannot survive the long cold winter, and they are like blisters whirling and disappearing.

After winter turns to spring, new small tribes divide and are scattered again in the endless savannah, waiting for nature's unusually cruel selection. Only the toughest, most ruthless tribes can survive.

As the seasons pass, the excess flesh and blood life of the orcs is consumed on the grassland, becoming the best fertilizer, nourishing the grassland like a mother and giving birth to them.

It's a cycle that repeats itself over and over again, and it never seems to stop.

It wasn't until Sanskrit Buddhism began to spread in the steppe that a huge change was set off on the grounds of unifying the faith. Disobedient tribal patrons fell on the altar and became food for rebellions that surrendered to Sanskrit religion and laid a new foundation.

Many well-known ancient tribes could not resist this general trend and fell to the point of being divided by others. The power map of the grassland began a new round of reorganization, and the violent turmoil lasted for several years, but the final winner was the wolf clan that occupied the holy mountain.

They are natural samurai, well-versed in battlefield combat, and are also the best steppe commanders, especially when they can execute tactics properly. In the eyes of the wolf general, there is not only a ruthless, cruel bloodthirsty and warlike nature, but also treacherous, wise, and a stoic and resolute ambition.

A group of centaur cavalry led by the centurion of the wolf clan can knock down the same number of cavalry led by the centaur chief. It is precisely because of such a stark contrast that even the Sanskrit religion, which is rooted in the grassland, does not dare to ignore the unique position of the wolf clan.

Whether it is an old shaman who is extremely rich in survival wisdom, or a tribal patron saint who has turned into a Buddhist monk, from the subtle signs of the passing of the seasons, they all predict that this year's winter will be longer than usual, and the winter will become colder.

The cruel and unforgiving reality forced the steppe orcs who gradually came together to prepare to go south desperately, using the butcher's knife as a sickle to harvest the crops that thrived.

If it weren't for the Seven Immortals of the Seven Immortals to go down to Kunlun and kill the tribal guardian gods who turned into Sanskrit monks, the orcs in the Western Regions and Mobei would have suffered heavy losses, and the Northern Orc Alliance would have been even stronger.

Unfortunately, before they could wait for the crisp autumn weather and the horses and grass to grow, a great evil star led a large number of monks and Taoists to take the lead in order to fulfill their oath, preparing to strangle their attack in infancy.

"There is no other reason, natural selection, survival of the fittest. This is a competition for the survival of the two major ethnic groups, and the ultimate winner is undoubtedly the human race that has produced many talents and heroes. ”

Ye Zhiqiu led the crowd to a tribe of 10,000 people, half of whom were minotaurs, the other half were centaurs, a small number of wolf clan pioneers, and a former tribal patron saint who had turned into a Buddhist monk.

Absorbing the power of faith, casting the divine soul into countless crystal thoughts, and reaching the realm of the Great Perfection of the Yin God, the Sanskrit monk found Ye Zhiqiu and his party and specially came to take a look.

It's a pity that the full moon phase of the opponent's body can't scare Ye Zhiqiu, after all, he has become a genuine immortal, and there is a big gap between them. He was self-conscious, and did not make a move immediately, but summoned the Red Water Palm Banner Envoy Ruan Yu, the leading Taoist general among the wings under his command.

Who knows, Ruan Yu is also a wonderful person, deliberately showing weakness, only raising a red water flag, summoning a ball of red water from a square circle of acres, and protecting himself closely.

The spirit flew out of the body, and the Sanskrit monk who fought with only his thoughts, the real body was a green cow with a horn, and at that moment it divided into more than a hundred and so crystal clear thoughts, which were staggered and superimposed on each other, and evolved into a floating pagoda, with a total of seven layers, each layer has a Brahma treasure, radiating a thousand auspicious lights.

Among them, the fifth layer of the enshrined Brahman treasure is a palm-sized white conch, without anyone to hold and play, it suddenly sounded the sound of the ebb and flow of the tide, and then turned slightly, the loud and bright tide sound, turned into the chant of countless Sanskrit believers, among which there was a faint sound of the tiger roaring and the dragon.

After Ye Zhiqiu heard this, he felt that the true text of the marrow sea was a little loose, as if there were signs of disintegration, and as soon as his mind changed, he immediately removed the influence, and everything returned to its original state. However, receiving the power of this technique, Ye Zhiqiu also sighed secretly.

"I see! It turned out to be the Heavenly Dragon Sanskrit Singing of the Eight Guardian Spirits of the Brahmanism! It implied the alien dragon qi of the grassland, no wonder it could exert an influence on this Dao. ”

Since even the Dao Immortals were disturbed, Ye Zhiqiu hurriedly stretched out his hand, snapped, snapped his fingers, and the cursed Daoist priests and Tianyun Sect people under his command suddenly lost their hearing, and they could no longer hear the Eight Heavenly Dragon Sanskrit Songs.

At the same time, swallowing the Futu Pagoda in one gulp, the red water of the square circle of acres could not withstand the power of the Fanbao conch, and dozens of cracks were torn out by the invisible sound, which could not be recovered for a long time.

As the host of the Red Water Array, Ruan Qian is not feeling well now, his body is like fragile glass, and dense wounds appear, and as the Eight Heavenly Dragons continue to sing, countless cracks spread in all directions, even extending to his forehead.

"If the red water doesn't dry up, I won't die!" Last time, I was cursed and forbidden by the Heavenly Killing Bead, the magic weapon of the Taoist Wind Forest, and half of my head was shattered with one blow, but I didn't expect to recover in a blink of an eye. The teacher is right, I really have an immortal body. ”

Thinking of this, Ruan Qian simply turned his heart sideways, swallowed the red water in a big gulp, and immediately used the mana of the Blood Demon Dao to cast the Tianyun Sect's Wind and Cloud Duality Technique.

I saw him take a deep breath suddenly, and his eight-foot-tall body, as if blowing, continued to soar upward, and when it reached a height of ten zhang, it turned into a ghost god with a blue face and fangs and hair like cinnabar. Immediately after, Ruan Yu withstood the power of the Eight Heavenly Dragons Sang, lowered his head, and slammed into the seven-story Futu Pagoda composed of crystal thoughts.

This collision was like a meteorite falling from the sky, only to hear a boom, a huge fireball ignited at the collision, and a mushroom cloud suddenly rose and spread outward rapidly.

At the same time, Ruan Yu's dual incarnation of Fengyun, most of his body, including his head, completely disappeared in this collision, and the rest of the body continued to be ravaged by the aftermath of the explosion, tearing out wisps of clouds.

As for the seven-story floating slaughter tower, it was also uncomfortable, suffering from the red water palm flag that caused Ruan Yu's burning body to crash, and the Van Bao conch enshrined in the fifth layer of the floating slaughter completely disappeared, and the idea of constituting this layer seemed to melt, and more than a dozen disappeared out of thin air.

The rest of the parts were not intact, but fortunately, there was only slight wear and tear and no damage to the foundation.

Ye Zhiqiu witnessed the battle between the two sides with his own eyes, and found that the scene was evenly matched, but the opponent had a slight upper hand, and silently urged the red water at the moment to restore Ruan Yu, and at the same time secretly assessed that the Sanskrit monk in front of him, compared with the old man he met years ago, the difference in strength between the two sides was unreasonable.

In other words, after integrating the beliefs of the steppe tribes, the realm of the Sanskrit monks as a whole did not have a substantial breakthrough. However, the means of fighting the method, or the way of fighting, have improved by leaps and bounds. ”

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were staring at the seven-story Futu Pagoda, each layer was enshrined with different Buddhist treasures, each with its own wonderful use, but it was not very clear now.

"This pagoda is made up of the thoughts of the spirits of the Sanskrit monks, and as far as I know, they should be carved out of physical visualizations. Therefore, the Futu Pagoda also has a root body, I estimate that it is above the true form magic weapon, and the spiritual consciousness is condensed into the magic weapon Yuan Ling, which can leave the body and enter and exit the heaven and earth freely, at least the magic weapon above the level of the phantom god. ”

"The conch on the fifth layer, the jade vase on the fourth layer, the flower crown on the third layer, the silver bow on the second layer, and the golden arrow on the first layer all make me feel indescribable and familiar. ”