Volume 1 Flood Desolate Continent Accompanied by beautiful women, the poisonous dragon tribe

Earthquake God Bow, shoot for nine days, punish demons and evil, the prestige is unparalleled for a while, accompanied by the great witch Houyi's prestige for a hundred generations, no one knows, no one knows. Gu Shooting Fairy was a little shocked, never expected that he would come to the flood period, and some of them could see the legendary merit holy weapon.

"The little god offended the Great Witch of Houyi, and I hope that the Great Witch is not strange!" Gu Cai's cold expression made some ripples, although it was shallow, but it was indeed no longer indifferent from a moment ago.

Retracting the Heaven-Shaking Bow into his body, Lin Qing smiled and said, "Are you thinking, the Great God of Houyi is nothing more than that, he is a scoundrel at all!"

"The great god is laughing!" said the fairy in a restrained manner.

Lin Qing snorted dissatisfiedly: "Call me Hou Yi, what a great god and great witch!"

Gu Shot nodded yes, Lianbu moved lightly, looked back at the majestic Kunlun Mountains behind him, and asked with some excitement, "Is this Kunlun Mountain?"

Hou Yi shoots the sun, unparalleled in the world, even if he shoots the ancient and modern mood, he can't be indifferent.

Lin Qing nodded and said, "That's right, the ten days are together, the world is devastated, and I am about to go to Hebo to get the sun arrow." As for why you're here, it's because I summoned you with great power!"

"Summoning?" Gu Shot Moth raised his eyebrows lightly, looking at Lin Qing puzzled, the latter smiled indifferently, and said incomprehensibly, "A great magical power!"

Accompanied by beautiful women, even if it was an iceberg beauty, Lin Qing also felt that the pace of the road was much brisker, and a few jokes from time to time, and the two of them quickly went out of the range of Kunlun Mountain.

Without the protection of Kunlun Mountain, the endless wilderness is under the baking of ten golden crows, and the dry chasm is vertical and horizontal, like a scar, which is very shocking.

Along the way, thousands of miles of scorched earth, the sky was full of fire, and dead shrubs and brute beast corpses could be seen everywhere.

Ten golden crows, hanging high in the sky, the purple-gold sun divine fire burned the sky and kept twisting.

"Is this the Golden Crow?" Gu Shu said in surprise as he looked up at the ten rounds of the sun.

"That's right, it's these ten beasts!" Lin Qing's eyes were full of murderous intent, if there was no sun arrow in his body at this time, he would have opened his bow and shot him.

The temperature of the sun's true fire is too terrifying, and the water source has long been extinct on the desolate land, and dry rivers and lakes can be seen everywhere. In order to survive, you can see scenes of Ru Mao drinking blood everywhere.

One by one, the surviving brute beasts fell under the hunter's bow and arrow, and the stinking blood in their bodies provided the tribes with the energy to survive.

"Gu Cai! Since you are named the Snow God, can you save the crisis with snow now?" The scene of Ru Mao drinking blood gave Lin Qing a great impact, although this was very common in the flood period, but he still had no way to accept it.

Gu Shu shook his head, and said with a somewhat pale face: "The sun is too strong, I can't control the snow!"

On the wilderness, the sand and dust were rolling, and dozens of brute beasts galloped in, and on each brute beast, there were dozens of hunters holding bone spears and stone spears.

The hunters, bare-chested, baring their muscles and enduring the scorching heat, roared under a tribally groomed rock.

"The Poison Dragon Tribe is here...... Ahh

"Brethren, we have saved, kill them all!" shouted a short, screeching hunter on the back of one of the leading one-horned rhinos, and a bone spear flew out in his hand, nailing a guard who was leaning against the trunk of a dead tree.

"Poison Dragon Tribe! Run!" The death of the two guards finally woke up the resting people, and with a roar, the birds and beasts scattered in all directions and fled for their lives.

"Where to go!" the leader of the Poison Dragon Tribe laughed, took off the stone spear from his waist, and drove the brute beast to chase after the scattered crowd.

The leader carried the body of the big man and continued to chase the crowd, and the stone spear stabbed out again, and an old man was also stabbed to death.

"Kill me!"

On the back of the brute beast, hundreds of hunters of the Poison Dragon Tribe took out stone spears and threw them vigorously, harvesting life one by one.

The resting crowd continued to fall under the slaughter, and scarlet blood was dripping all over the ground.

In a few moments, hundreds of people were all killed, and the corpses fell among the rocks, and the smell of blood in the air was very strong and pungent.

After slaughtering the people, the hunters of the Poison Dragon Tribe took out the skins made of the brute beasts from the backs of the brutes and poured them into the wounds of the corpses, collecting all the blood.

Under the roasting of the golden crow, the water source has long dried up, and the only thing the poisonous dragon tribe relies on to survive is blood, and the brute beasts in captivity of the tribe are the brothers they regard as siblings, of course, they will not kill the brute beasts and drink blood like other tribes, so they target some weak tribes.

"These brutes!"

The Poison Dragon Tribe's movements were very fast, Lin Qing didn't have time to stop it, the refugees in the tribe were slaughtered cleanly, and the pale-faced Gu Shot was sent back to her time and space, the killing intent in his eyes was condensed like substance, he roared, and rushed towards the hunters of the Poison Dragon Tribe.

Kill! Kill these brutes! There was only one thought on his mind.

"Chief, another one to die! A sturdy, powerful hunter smirked and dragged a bone spear to meet him.

"Boy, die!" the big man roared fiercely, and slammed his bone spear into his head with both arms.

"Die!"

Lin Qinghong shattered the bone spear with a punch, and the remaining momentum was not weakened, and it hit the big man's chest hard. With a muffled sound, the latter's chest exploded, and Lin Qing's punch pierced his body alive.

Killing one person with one punch, the hunters of the Poison Dragon Tribe were all a little frightened, and looked at him in disbelief, but in a moment, they were stimulated by ferocity, roaring and dragging the stone gun to kill.

Slaughter!

Only killing can calm the anger, and only killing can comfort the souls of those who have died tragically.

Lin Qing didn't have a trace of mercy, just like an emotionless killing machine, with a punch, someone would definitely be pierced through the chest.

The gap in strength is too great, the battle completely loses suspense, and the one-sided massacre that was staged before is now reappearing, but this time the killer is Lin Qing alone.

Blood splattered, severed limbs were thrown away, Lin Qing was like a blood-bathed demon god, attacking with fists and feet, and there was no return without blood.

One life after another passed away under his palm, but in an instant, only half of the people standing in the field remained.

"Devil!" Finally, these ferocious hunters were terrified, and they howled miserably and fled for their lives in all directions, but unfortunately Lin Qing would not give them this opportunity, and with the movement of their five fingers, five emerald green sword qi flew out of the air, reaping their lives.

The blood debt will be paid by the blood!

His hand was very steady, without a trace of trembling, his five fingers danced gently, and his sword aura was horizontal, killing all the fleeing hunters, leaving only the leader of the Poison Dragon Tribe.

"I'm not going to let you die so easily!" he smiled wickedly, coldly, and his eyes were cold.

"Demon, demon!" roared the leader of the poisonous dragon, crawling desperately into the distance, unable to move his legs in the slightest due to extreme fear.

"Demon? I like it!"

Lin Qing smiled evilly, the five fingers of his right hand danced, and the five turquoise sword qi rang out.

"Wait, boy, spare him his life!"