Camp for the Desolate.

Previously, the space was shaken, like a river bursting its embankment, and the tide of terror swept in, as if it was going to destroy a world and a party.

Although Kingo had given advance warnings when he was going to retreat, it still caused people to feel uneasy.

The Kuto patriarch of the Golden Crow Tribe, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, if it weren't for the master of Prajna on the other side, he would still be as immobile as a mountain, I'm afraid he would have been unable to hold it back, and rushed out to find out.

It's too big, and it's too terrifying.

Everyone in the Aoyagi Department was unmoved, even if one by one, they were knocked away by the concussive space, and they rushed back again in the next moment.

Stuck outside the big tent, his eyes were cold and violent, like a wolf who chose people to devour.

This is the last chance for Shenliu, and it is also the Aoyagi Department, where only life remains.

There is no room for error!

To say that all parties peep at each other, there is no suspicion that the astonishing movement in the desert camp is definitely fake.

But the silence of the Golden Crowbe, coupled with the ferocity of the Aoyagi Department, made these thoughts turn a few times and slowly pressed into the bottom of my heart.

The spatial shock, which lasted for nearly an hour, was almost earth-shattering, and finally began to subside. The speed is very fast, starting from weakness, a few breaths, and completely disappearing.

The patriarch of the Aoyagi clan licked it, his chapped and white lips, and his eyes stared straight at the tent, his eyes showing great apprehension.

Hmmm-

The tent was opened from the inside, and Flesh stepped out, meeting his eyes, but he didn't say anything, and walked away with a cold face.

At this moment, the heart of the patriarch of the Aoyagi tribe fell to the bottom in an instant, and his body shook a few times, almost paralyzing on the spot.

Inside, there is only one thought circling - it's over, it's over!

This willow branch is the only remaining vitality of the willow god, and it is its last struggle, attempt, and failure means that everything will be irretrievable.

Aoyagibe, in his hands...... Ruined!

The old tears were all over the place, his eyes were black, and he was crying tears, and the old patriarch who almost fainted to death could not see it with blurred eyes, and then walked out of the big tent Qin Yu.

As soon as he walked out, he saw the old face in front of him, crying extremely sadly, Qin Yu's heart shrank and his brows furrowed. Isn't it, just in the process of arranging the boundary breaking order, the totem god willow of the Qingliu Department couldn't hold his life?

Hiss –

If this is the case, it will be too unlucky, and Qin Yu's next plan will inevitably be affected.

Then, in the next moment, Qin Yu heard more gasps.

You "hiss" me "hiss" everyone "hiss", in short, the momentum is amazing, as if it was instantly exhausted, the air of this heaven and earth, so that everything fell into a state of silence.

In the 10,000-person regiment of the Qingliu Division, a soldier stared wide-eyed, maintained a shocked gasp posture, and stared at the verdant willow branch in Qin Yu's hand.

I am afraid that the scene in front of me is just their hallucination, and when they breathe out, they will be blown away directly.

The old patriarch of the Aoyagi Clan, who was crying bitterly and grief-stricken, finally noticed the strange situation around him. He raised his hand to wipe his face, grabbed his snot and tears, and then blinked vigorously, rolling his eyes with a few "cluck" and "cluck" sounds.

He saw the verdant willow branch that Qin Yu was holding in his hand now.

This willow branch was taken by him from the blackened body of the willow god, and he remembered the texture of each leaf on it clearly. So, with just one glance, the old patriarch could determine that this was the willow branch he had brought.

The leaves are still those leaves, and the thickness of the willow branches has not changed, but the abundant vitality it exudes now has never appeared again after the failure of the willow god's crossing.

One hand slapped his chest desperately, like a hammer breaking a drum, making a muffled sound of "dong" and "dong", and the old patriarch finally relieved his breath, and did not roll his eyes on the spot and fainted.

He took a step forward, his mouth trembling violently, colliding up and down and fighting, and he couldn't say a complete sentence at all.

Qin Yu's mind calmed down, it seemed that things were not the same as he thought, he coughed lightly, and handed over the willow branch in his hand, "Fortunately, if you don't disgrace your life, the patriarch will bring it back, and the totem willow god of the Qingliu Department can be reincarnated and rebuilt." ”

Puff –

The old patriarch knelt directly on the ground, and his hands trembled forward, but when he took the willow branch in his hand, it was very stable in an instant, without the slightest trembling, just like iron.

"The general saves the willow god, which is equivalent to saving the entire Qingliu department, the old man will send the willow branch back to the tribe first, and then come to express my gratitude!"

Holding the willow branch, he stood up from the ground, turned to meet the eyes of the Aoyagi tribesmen, his face trembled, and he burst into tears again.

"Go, come with me, protect

Send Ryujin home!"

The cheers were boiling, boiling in the sky, and the Aoyagi Division, who was crying with joy, each warrior's eyes turned red, and his excited body trembled.

They finally determined that Yanagi was saved.

If Yanagijin survives, Aoyagibu can continue, and their old parents and young children can continue to live.

Without the slightest hesitation, the 10,000-strong group rose up and surrounded the old patriarch, like a torrent, rushing towards the tribe at the fastest speed.

The furious aura soared into the sky, like a sharp broadsword, enough to cut the heaven and earth itself in two, and nothing could block their way home.

Whoever stands in the way will die!

The old patriarch wiped a handful of tears, and he looked around, his face full of relief and excitement.

Five hundred years have passed, after the willow god was bombarded by thunder and survived, the warriors of the Aoyagi tribe have never had such a strong and fierce momentum.

And now, the Aoyagi Department of the year is back!

Countless Dao converged on the eyes of the Golden Crow, which was full of shock at the moment, and it was no secret about the situation of the Totem Willow God of the Aoyagi Tribe.

The desolate man really saved the willow god? This is simply impossible!

Under the catastrophe, being able to get away with it is the result of the long existence and profound heritage of the willow god.

Its origins have been scattered, its foundations have been destroyed, and it is a certain situation of death.

But the scene in front of them clearly informed them that the Aoyagi Department was in a desperate situation!

Kuto stood outside the big tent, looking at the green willow department in the distance, feeling the vitality released by the willow branch in the old patriarch's hand, and his face was full of shock.

With his cultivation realm, when he saw this willow branch with his own eyes at such a close distance, he could naturally conclude that the totem willow god of the Qingliu Department was really saved!

Although his own totem golden crow was able to complete the transformation and advancement because of the gift of the desolate people, and achieve the integration of ice and fire, the scene in front of him was still the same, which made him feel extremely shocked.

Taking a deep breath, Kuto looked across the side, a smile appeared on the corner of Master Pranya's mouth, but there was a calm look in his eyes, as if he had already expected the scene in front of him.

Patriarch Kuto's face showed enlightenment, and he suddenly felt that he had grasped a certain truth - the true identity of General Jin Wu was not as simple as he knew!

On the other side, Pranya's eyes were deep, "Your Excellency, whatever you guess, please keep this secret." ”

Patriarch Kuto's body trembled, and he hurriedly bowed and saluted, "Master rest assured, I swear by the Holy Land, and I will never divulge half a word to the outside world." ”

......

The next focus is no longer on the Golden Crow, but on the Aoyanagi Department, which is dying due to the dying of the totem god willow, which is gradually withering and withering.

Under the interweaving of countless sights, the 10,000-strong group of the Qingliu Department kept escorting the old patriarch all the way and returning to the tribe with willow branches.

Unlike the rising momentum of the Golden Crow, the green willow department is shrouded up and down, and the rotten atmosphere of the waning West Mountain is like a terminally ill old man.

All the clansmen who still had the ability to move struggled out of the tent, their numb faces showing long-lost expectations.

But not full-bodied.

The barbarians of the Aoyagi tribe have endured too much suffering and despair, and they no longer dare to have too much hope for what is in front of them.

Even if, they have already gotten the information that came back in advance, and the totem god willow was rescued...... They only dare to believe what they see with their own eyes.

So, they all walked out!

At this moment, not only the Aoyagi Department, but also in the sky outside the tribe, one by one the barbarian powerhouses of other tribes could no longer hide their figures, and stared at the next scene with wide eyes.

The willow gods of the Aoyagi Division, whether they are dead or alive, they want to witness with their own eyes!

In the center of the tribe, there is a black scorched earth, dry without any moisture, let alone any vitality.

This is the terrifying situation caused by the power of the thunder that fell and bombarded the divine willow.

The totem willow of the green willow department stands in this scorched earth, its trunk is so thick that it has been split by thunder, and its branches have fallen to the ground, and now they have all become dry and dead branches.

The scarf, which was blackened more than the ground, now only a willow remained, wilting and hanging weakly, retaining the last trace of life.

Everyone stopped outside the scorched earth, and the old patriarch stepped forward alone, he held the willow branch in both hands, walked under the divine willow, knelt down on both knees, and the old patriarch touched the ground with his head, "Liu Shen, I'm back!"

The old patriarch, who was very clear about the state of the willow god, did not delay at all, and stuck the willow branch in his hand on the ground.

Then he untied the leather water bag from his waist and poured it into the charred dirt.

A gust of wind blows, verdant willow branches, swaying leaves fluttering in the wind.

Behind it, the incomparably thick willow god, which had been struggling for five hundred years after being struck by the heavenly tribulation lightning,

It is turned into powder directly in the wind.

They were not blown away by the wind, but melted into the scorched earth, which restored the land that had been ravaged by thunder in a blink of an eye.

The willow branch takes root and grows at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a few breaths, it becomes a small willow tree.

Although compared to before, Liu Shen's huge body is not comparable at all. But one is withered and dying and its foundation is destroyed, while the other is reborn and vibrant.

The old patriarch roared with all his strength, "Welcome to the new life of the willow god!"

On this day, the top and bottom of the Aoyagi department fell into a desperate situation and were in ecstasy, and tears flowed for a long time.

Outside the tribe, countless barbarian powerhouses witnessed the reincarnation of the totem willow god of the Qingliu Tribe, and their eyes widened, gradually revealing scorching heat.

The totem of the Golden Crow Department, because of the desolate people, the bloodline transformation has completed the advancement, and it has become an existence where ice and fire are integrated.

The totem god willow of the Qingliu Department was bombarded by the thunder of the sky, and it was already a situation of ten deaths, but it was reincarnated with a willow branch.

One may be a coincidence, but it has been two times in a row, and everyone knows what this means - and the importance of totems to barbarians is needless to say.

The totem willow god of the Qingliu Department was successfully reincarnated, and the news spread to all the barbarians east of Hengshan at the fastest speed, like a boulder entering the sea, suddenly setting off stormy waves!

......

Hengshan is a barbarian, the honorific title for the towering endless mountain range.

It seems to divide the heavens and the earth in two, reaching into the sky.

The mountains are barren, and there is no life in sight, only the endless white snow, which falls in middle age, covering and submerging everything.

In this white expanse, as far as the eye can see, a black temple stands in the middle of the mountain, like a withered leaf in the snow country, which is particularly conspicuous.

This place is the holy land of barbarians from all sides, and they are respected together!

On the white ground, a thin figure sat cross-legged, and at this moment he seemed to be aware of it, and slowly opened his eyes.

It is vast, like another world, which can accommodate thousands of people and is unfathomable.

It's just that now there is a little surprise in his eyes, as if he has noticed something that makes people think about it.

Changing your life against the sky...... This is extremely difficult, and if he is in good condition, he may be able to do it.

Your Majesty, how did you do it? And as far as he knew, the Barbarian Emperor's bloodline was more about providing powerful power to himself.

It doesn't have it, it's like supernatural power and might.

He blinked, dissipating the emotion in his eyes and gradually turning into a hint of understanding.

Since it's not Your Majesty, it should be the one next to Your Majesty.

He had sensed the aura of that being before.

Like the abyss is endless, like the sky is high, but it is ethereal and ethereal like a foam phantom, which makes it difficult for people to capture and lock at all.

Hidden in time and space, every time heaven and earth meet by fate, they can descend to a mysterious existence...... Its roots are unknown, and its realm is also unknown, but it is undoubtedly the longest and most terrifying existence in this world.

As a barbarian witch, the memory inherited from his bloodline makes him have a better understanding of this existence than others.

But because of this, the Great Witch was a little puzzled why this existence could stay by His Majesty's side all the time.

Even if His Majesty signed a contract with this person, according to his memory, such a situation should not exist.

Among them, there should be some secrets that he does not know.

With a thin body, an old appearance, and an inconspicuous breath, it seems that he is just an ordinary old man in the temple, but his true identity is the only one left in the endless territory of the Western Barbarians.

After much thought, he closed his eyes and raised his hand to point at his eyebrows.

At the beginning, he ordered his disciples to pass down that way, which could cross endless distances and carry out the method of sympathy between divine thoughts.

It's just in case to ensure His Majesty's safety, but it's more than that.

The Great Witch of Mengshan must be sure of the true intentions of the powerful being who is hidden in time and space, and it is difficult to guess the powerful existence.

If his purpose was to devour the new barbarian emperor, then he could only forcibly expel him at the cost of early extinction.

In terms of strength and realm, he is indeed impossible, compared to such a mysterious existence. But this is his world, and His Majesty is his Majesty, completely occupying the home field and then abandoning himself...... It should be possible.

After a while, Mengshan Dawu opened his eyes, he lowered his fingers, and there was a trace of hesitation and incomprehension in his deep and boundless eyes.

Eventually, it gradually turned into relief.

Then he began to cough, not very violently, but there were streaks of red blood splattering from between his mouth and nose. Falling on the white ground, it is particularly eye-catching and conspicuous, like a plum blossom in the snow, proudly blooming in the wind and snow!