In the ancient mountain range, the clouds and mist are shrouded, on a low soil slope, a tall green willow is rooted here alone, the green willow hangs down the green branches, the branches move softly with the wind, occasionally there are dots of crystal brilliance flashing, the green leaves are as crystal clear as glass, it seems extraordinary and mysterious.

Suddenly, the green willow trembled inexplicably, and the blue light on his body rose up, flickering and dark, like stars, flickering.

"This force?"

At dusk, an old and heavy voice sounded on the dirt slope, the voice was hoarse and low, as if questioning, groaning.

The surrounding clouds are pervasive, the green willows are filled with a crystal luster, and the figure of an old man in Confucian clothes looms in the light, the figure is blurred, but there is a kind of loneliness and loneliness after the vicissitudes of the world.

"Ryugami!"

Two hours later, at the bottom of the soil slope, a group of young people came, many of them were injured and their faces were pale, this was the group of people of the Tibetan Qing tribe.

"Ryugami!"

When they came to the three feet of the green willows, the men stopped and fell to the ground.

"Willow God, Helian Tribe......"

In front of these men, a man in his thirties, dressed in a tiger skin with a powerful aura, spoke first, and then uttered a number of qiē that Chi had encountered.

On the low soil slope, the clouds are filled, the willow branches of a green willow move with the wind, a figure that exudes a warm breath is faintly visible in the clouds, after listening to the description of the dark blue cang, the old man was silent for a while, the mountain wind whistled by, and the sound of the trees rustling seemed silent and dead.

The moment Chi summoned the old man's mind, the old man felt a divine power, but before he could explore it, the mind on the short spear had been shattered. The old man pondered for a long time before he spoke slowly.

"Xiao Cang'er, I'm afraid the Tibetan Mountain Clan is going to change a lot this time. ”

"What. Ancestor, do you mean?"

The burly man with a short spear on his shoulders was shocked and lost his voice in horror. The other men's faces changed drastically, and they all exclaimed in surprise. The priests of the Tibetan tribe do not know when they will be saved, but they only know that in the era of their ancestors and even earlier, a green willow was rooted on this soil slope, and has been protecting the safety of the tribe through the years.

But now, in their hearts, even the gods who are as strong as sacrificial spirits can no longer have the confidence to resist. So where should the Tibetan tribe go? Do they really want to rely on this newly rising small tribe? The main tribe that is in charge of dozens of tribes has been reduced to this? The Tibetan tribe is unwilling to think about it, and he is not reconciled.

The old man's figure was ethereal, silent, and waved everyone away.

"Is this power, is there really anyone who has set foot on this path again?" the old man muttered in a low voice, his deep eyes looking into the endless void. This power is too similar to the power he occasionally came into contact with thousands of years ago, and it is that power that makes him, a willow tree, open up his ignorant spiritual wisdom and embark on the path of cultivation. Encountered again now. Although he was calm on the surface, his heart had already turned over and overwhelmed, and he had a lot of thoughts.

A few days later, the reputation of the Helian tribe was shattered again. Even the tribe of one of the most powerful tribes in the mountain range has returned with a feather, which is enough to prove that the Helian tribe is strong today. In just a few days, the belief in the gods spread rapidly, like clear water dyed with ink. In rapid proliferation.

However, the whole mountain range is also more noisy, and many tribes can feel a sense of oppression that the wind and rain are coming, and the dark clouds cover the top.

Ten days later. Outside the Tibetan tribe, dozens of men with iron spears appeared, and Helian Hu, as the leader, slowly came from the ancient forest with dozens of powerful warriors.

In just one year, as Helian Hu's prayer skills became more and more profound, his beliefs became more and more pious, and his divine skills became more and more powerful, and the pace of spreading conquest was also accelerating a lot, the nine tribal leaders behind him were the nine most profound prayer cultivators among the many tribal leaders.

For Pan Hao, the more devout believers are, the more generous the rewards they get. And now the nine tribal leaders who are following Helian Hu have all reached the level of fanaticists, so their prayer skills will be even more outstanding and profound.

"Woo~"

Suddenly, a piercing chirp sounded, the vigilant voice of the guards of the Tibetan tribe. In an instant, the Tibetan Blue Tribe, which had been in a gloomy atmosphere for ten days, instantly exploded like a pot. Hundreds of tough warriors put down their work, grabbed the weapons they had placed at their sides, and walked quickly towards the tribal gate with a determined face.

"It's finally here!"

In a large stone house, the navy blue cang wiped the immaculate green and sharp short spear in his hand, stood up indifferently, and said expressionlessly.

"Death or a tragic victory, haha, I can't imagine that I will also have a time when I am at the end of my rope. ”

Not far from the tribe, he held a copper spear in his bare hand and smiled bitterly. After speaking, a crackling sound sounded in his body, and a strong momentum rose. Then the whole person bounced up, turning into a black shadow and rushing towards the tribe. In just ten days, with the powerful recovery ability of the body refining technique, the injuries on his naked body have already healed.

"Helian Hu, it's really my Tibetan tribe that can't be pinched in mud!"

A deafening shout rang out in the sky, and the sound was like thunder, rolling in. Suddenly, the warrior behind Helian Hu was stunned, and the blood on his body was churning, and in an instant, the warriors behind him were all flushed, staggering, and unsteady on their feet.

Helian Hu's eyes froze, his eyes were like lightning, and the momentum on his body also rose, and a golden light faintly appeared, enveloping himself. After Helian Hu made a move, a faint golden light also faintly appeared on the nine fanatical believers behind him, blocking the thunderous roar.

At this time, Helian Hu couldn't help but admire in his heart, with a shout of anger can shake the enemy, the Tibetan tribe is worthy of being a big tribe within a radius of a hundred miles, I am afraid that it is not far from the physical body to enter the innate body, maybe it is not impossible to become an innate body. The resources of the big tribe are not comparable to the small tribes, even ordinary children can probably enter the second-rate ranks before middle age, and the leader is the top storage among the first-class masters.

The Tibetan mountain people have practiced refining the body for generations, and with the improvement of the realm, the qi and blood in the body can be raised to an incredible level. This step is the martial saint that the Tibetan mountain people have admired for generations. Legend has it that it can defeat the innate of what the outside world says, and even stronger. In the middle of every move, the mountains and the earth collapsed, and the flesh developed to an extremely incredible state.

Helian Hu's thoughts turned around a thousand times, and with an angry shout, inside the door of the Tibetan and Qing tribes, a man with a strong body, shining in his eyes, and a bronze spear on his back came in a hurry, and behind him, Chi Yi followed closely, and behind the two, there were hundreds of strong and strong warriors with short spears and long knives and various weapons.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became solemn and solemn. (To be continued......)