Xun Fenghou's words scared off the person who secretly shot at the Qingyang Bobu, no matter what the reason for this person, but when he heard the name of Great Xia and retreated, it showed that Great Xia at least had this qualification.

This all shows that the momentum of Great Xia has converged and should move forward.

"I see. ”

For a while, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and the spirit and spirit that were hindered by his body regathered.

Xun Fenghou looked at Xia Tuo in a little surprise, a little unclear, but he also felt that some changes had occurred in Xia Tuo's body, but unfortunately this was a personal creation, even if Xia Tuo said it, it would not necessarily be useful to him.

"Elder Sun, the Qingyang clan has collapsed, and how many clansmen are left. ”

Hearing this, Xun Fenghou responded: "The Qingyang clan has suffered heavy losses, and the escape of the Qingyang clan lord has taken away ninety percent of the high-end combat power of the clan, and the descendants of the soldiers.

On the day of the Ghost Night, countless ghosts were born, eating flesh and blood, especially those dolls and babies, even if they were desperately guarded by the clansmen, in the end, only forty-six dolls under the age of five survived, and they were also eroded by the cold and ghostly energy.

In addition, there are only more than 113,000 surviving people in the entire Qingyang clan, and there are still people who can't hold on and die before I come.

The Qingyang clan is abolished. ”

Xun Fenghou's voice sighed, a ghost night directly made millions of Qingyang people shed blood, and the Qingyang people who lived for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe got the news that the middle and high-level of the clan had fled with totems and family members, and their spirit had completely collapsed.

The clan is gone?

What else is there to be nostalgic for.

What makes people even more helpless is that the clan lord ran away, and the descendants of the clan ran away.

"The rest of you, do your best. ”

After pondering for a moment, Xia Tuo said loudly: "Elder Xun, let's go to the Qingyang Clan Land again, and I want to take a look in person." ”

"Good. ”

When you go out, it is naturally a must-have old gourd, this time Xia Tuo brought a lot of people, and he also deliberately asked Jian Lian to recruit a group of witch doctors from the witch hospital to follow, with a large number of mild fire attribute herbs.

And let Jian Lian temporarily go to the White Locust Domain to replace Elder Luo who was guarding Long Xiangsheng's retreat.

......

Qingyang Bo tribe land, mountains and rivers cracked, blood stained the earth, the whole clan land is very quiet, Xun Fenghou in the return to Daxia City, temporarily gathered the Qingyang people together.

After a haunted night, Qingyang has become a graveyard, with the occasional figure walking around like a walking corpse, all blinded.

The strength of the remaining people is only the peak of the Heavenly Vein Realm, and the elders of the Divine Hidden Realm who stayed on that night of the ghost night have become the objects of the ghost soldiers' key care, and all of them have been sucked clean of flesh and blood.

Even in broad daylight, bonfires were still lit in the ruins, dispelling the cold air that permeated the void, and everyone leaned on the bonfires and curled up, shivering in fear.

From time to time, there will be screaming sounds, and the nerves of the sluggish person who don't need to look at it are frightened in the silence, and it should be that he thinks of the night of the ghost night again, and his thoughts are in a trance.

Lose your marbles!

That's right, this is the scene Xia Tuo saw when he came to the ruins of the Qingyang Clan, one madman after another, many young women still held swaddling clothes that had become dry bones in their arms, whispering softly, humming ancient songs handed down from the Great Wilderness.

This scene makes people look at it in their eyes and feel angry in their hearts.

"Moon Fu, hurry up and bring someone for treatment. ”

"Yes. ”

Yue Fu was the leader of this witch hospital, brought more than thirty witch doctors, and began to get busy, and brought five hundred Daxia soldiers to take care of these people.

Some of the Qingyang people have gone crazy, even if their experience is pitiful, but they can't be allowed to hurt others.

Xia Tuo and Xun Fenghou came to the location of the totem hall where Qingyang dumped, in the half-dumped stone hall, all kinds of inlaid spars were still there, and a deep trace in the center of the hall was still there, and the traces could still be vaguely seen that the traces were very smooth, and there was no violent movement in a hurry

Xun Fenghou said softly: "The main martial arts books of the Qingyang clan master, the mansion collection is empty, and what is left are ordinary resources. ”

"Be prepared. ”

Hearing this, Xia Tuo nodded, his eyes were full of groaning, even if Great Xia came, he wouldn't let the Qingyang clan run away like this, and even the clansmen didn't want it for this.

The destruction of the Qingyang Bobu also has the factor of Great Xia in it, Great Xia does not destroy Qingyang, and Qingyang is also destroyed because of this, Xia Tuo has no intention of shirking, all he can do now is to try his best to save the surviving Qingyang people.

"Let's go, let's see the mountains. ”

......

In the Saint King Mountain Range, Elder Luo walked among the mountains, and around him, an evil python with two heads and four wings was flying, and the whole body of the evil python was a gray air current, shuttling through this mountain, swallowing the remaining cold air.

Elder Luo's disciple, Yin Nine Candles is also shuttling in the mountains, and he is familiar here.

When he was still in the wizard realm, he was in the Saint King Mountain Range, and he also got the Thousand-Hand Soul Devouring Tower, and ran across the millions of miles of wilderness to the northwest and the north.

"How's it going, but what did you find?"

Far away, Xia Tuo asked Elder Luo, although he asked again, the same spiritual thoughts swept out, and the situation around the east and west.

At this moment, it was already six hundred miles into the Shengwang Mountain Range, and from the Qingyang Clan to here, there was a faint yin qi floating in the sky in a straight line, still extending towards the depths of the mountain range.

"And go inside. ”

"Let's go. ”

Xia Tuo volleyed forward, and the rest of the people followed closely behind him, Elder Luo with the Yin Nine Candles, and Xun Fenghou with the Old Man of the Gourd, along the diffuse Yin Qi, towards the depths of the Saint King Mountain Range.

Half a day later, the group walked and stopped and went deep into the Shengwang Mountain Range, where the pervasive yin qi stopped, and a mountain peak that was not considered high stood.

Rumble!

Xia Tuo blasted out with a punch, and the battle qi crashed into the small mountain, and suddenly a roar sounded, and the rocks pierced through the air, and between the collapse of the mountain peaks, countless white bones also burst out.

A rising black gas rose like a mushroom cloud, emitting a strong smell of blood and foul odor.

After dispelling the black qi, a large amount of white bones were exposed under the mountain peak, as well as dried black bloodstains, and dry blood could still be clearly seen in some stone crevices.

The next moment, the witch mark at the center of Elder Luo's eyebrows flickered, a copper lamp flew out, and illusory flames jumped and fell on the piled bones.

Then the black gas diffused out, turning into dense runes, each rune was like a four-winged two-headed python, walking around and burrowing into these white bones.

Xia Tuo didn't care about the snail's movements, he specialized in the art industry, he only needed the results, and then he looked at the old gourd on the side.

Suddenly, the old gourd understood in seconds, and shook his head slightly, indicating that it was okay.

At this moment, the bronze lamps that fell above the countless white bones hummed, and the magic runes that flew out just now returned one by one like streamers and fell into the flames.

Rumble!

Suddenly, like cooking in a blazing fire, the illusory flames suddenly swelled, and the magic talisman concluded to skyrocket, and finally a vague figure floated out.

Then, the brass lamp erupted with a humming sound and headed deeper into the mountains.

"Can you catch it?"

In response to Xia Tuo's question, Elder Luo muttered, "As long as you can't run a million miles, you may be able to catch up." ”

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo pondered for a moment, now that it has been six or seven days since the ghost night has passed, it is difficult to catch up with the person who shot behind him.

"Chase. ”

After thinking for a moment, he commanded out loud, chasing until he couldn't catch up, if he didn't even chase him, who knew if he could catch him, he wanted to see who was messing with him.

When asked, Elder Luo's eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth showed a touch of murderous intent, chasing the copper lamp, and seeing this, Xia Tuo also followed closely behind.

......

In the southwest of the Saint King Mountain Range, a cloud of black mist clinging to the mountains was not flying fast, and from time to time there were eyeless flying birds crashing over, and then the bones were left with corrosion.

However, the black mist is also very measured, and when it passes through the territory of the Great Beast Lord, it will restrain its breath, so as not to cause unnecessary noise.

Now that he had almost walked out of the Saint King Mountain Range, a medium-sized tribe outside the mountain range was built by the mountains and rivers, and then the black qi rushed into this tribe, and in just half a pillar of incense, a vibrant tribe turned into a dead silence.

For a long time, in the main hall in the center of the tribe, a middle-aged man wearing animal skin walked out, and the big man's face looked a little gloomy, which did not match his own breath.

Then, the big man opened his mouth, and a black light appeared, turning into a black copper and gold-inlaid leaf-like witch treasure, and then pierced towards the center of his eyebrows.

Wu Bao tore the skull cover, and there was no blood left, and when it was all embedded in the center of his eyebrows, the cracked flesh began to heal, and then the cold aura on the big man's body was confined like this, and the breath became scorching.

After moving his whole body, he volleyed into the air and headed towards the southwest wilderness, but even if he changed his body, the birds that occasionally collided with him in flight were also ingested by his probe, and then absorbed the vitality of the body.

He headed all the way to the west, across the boundless wasteland, and entered the Yuanshuibo tribe from the northeast, but did not stop at the southwest.

......

Four days later, in a wilderness in the southwest of the Saint King Mountain Range, among the medium-sized tribes that had become a land of silence, Xia Tuo and the others stood in the air, looking at the bloody tribe.

"It's been three or four days. ”

Xun Fenghou spirit swept the ruins below and said softly.

Xia Tuo nodded, looked at Elder Luo, and asked softly, "Can you still track it?"

Elder Luo fell into the ruins and continued to collect the resentment of the tribe with a bronze lamp.

"This person has reined in his own yin qi, and he should have pinned his trust on a clansman of this tribe. ”

After a stick of incense, Elder Luo grabbed the bronze lamp and returned again, his eyes flashing with a ghostly light.

"Patriarch, it's easier to find now, the same bloodline is easier to search than Yin Qi. ”

"Then keep catching. ”

Xia Tuo said fiercely, if he didn't figure out who was making trouble, he would always have a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

"Let's go. ”

Soon, the group was once again guided by the bronze lamp and headed towards the west of the Holy King Mountain Range.