Where the Yunhe tribe is, the patriarch stands in mid-air, his expression is extremely solemn, and the coercive aura from afar has made him feel a huge sense of crisis, this feeling makes his soul appear outside his body, liliang who touches his soul, activates the cultivation of the whole body, and is around this Yunhe tribe, arranging a strong protection!

At the same time, in the oozing of this Chiyan Peak, Bai Shi still kept pulling the bowstring in his hand, and kept hitting those phantoms, so that when the phantoms dispersed one by one, a large number of phantoms resurfaced, and the madness in his eyes became more and more intense. And under this thickness, beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead, and he clearly knew that these phantoms were very different from the monks themselves, they didn't know pain, so they couldn't feel fear, so even if their cultivation was weak, they still galloped towards the white stone. With so many phantoms to kill one by one, Shiraishi also has to put in a lot of effort and consume a lot of spiritual power in his body!

What's more, Baishi knew more clearly that the phantom behind him was extremely strong!

In the blink of an eye, in the battle between Baishi and the outside world, early spring was ushered in......

In the early spring, the snow piled up on the Chiyan Peak begins to melt, turning into water and melting into a river, flowing among the peaks with a murmuring sound. Everything began to recover, but in the sky in front of the Cloud Crane Tribe, there were bursts of death.

The early spring is the coldest, Ah Mao curled up on the kang, his cheeks were slightly red, he was trembling wrapped in the quilt, his expression was a little sluggish, and even his consciousness had appeared in a trance. It was a new change of seasons, and when a new year arrived, he was greeted with his first serious illness.

Yun Yan was holding a paper fan at the moment and flashing the firewood that was boiling medicine, and bursts of smoke emanated from the wooden house, looking from a distance, as if this wooden house was on fire.

After a while, she wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, and the smoke remained on her face, and black marks appeared, but they still couldn't hide her watery eyes. Holding the hot Chinese medicine, Yunyan saw that Ah Mao was so thin and couldn't care about the hot stone bowl at the moment, and after bringing the medicine bowl to Ah Mao, she blew it lightly a few times, and helped Ah Mao to take it.

After seeing that Ah Mao took the medicine, Yun Yan beckoned Ah Mao to sleep, and then brought some hot water by herself, and after a day of freshening, she started to be busy all day these days.

Wan Lao's wooden house is already crowded with wounded people at the moment, some of these injured have been treated, and some of them are showing desperate expressions because of the shortage of medicinal materials, and some are struggling before they die, even if they clearly know that here, the possibility of getting treatment is almost zero.

In this cold early spring, their hearts did not recover like all things, their eyes showed gloom, and even seemed extremely dead and silent, in that dead silence, some of the wounded finally could not support it, and fell into the soil soaked by the spring rain, and then went far away from the world, becoming eternity. Then several strong men, in a sad look, quietly raised their heads.

These days, the warriors who died in their eyes can only be counted by countless numbers, so they are used to death, they are more accustomed to the fear of seeing death, and they have been able to control the resentment in their hearts that may erupt at any time.

On the battlefield ahead, there was still a constant sound of fighting, and this fighting was like the bloody blood that was permeating at the moment, spreading. Fortunately, the spring breeze of early spring took away the smell of blood, and it was not so strong. Otherwise, the smell of decay and blood, when people smell it, really has a sign of gagging.

Today's Chiyan Peak is close to a kind of death peak.

After several days of fighting, there were casualties on both sides, but in comparison, it was the Yunhe tribe that lost a lot. Of the 30,000 tribes in the past, there are less than 10,000 left at the moment.

Facing these dead warriors, the patriarch no longer knew what to use to describe his inner feelings at the moment, only silence.

Such a protracted battle has ushered in the advent of midsummer, when the scorching sun is in the sky, baking the earth.

In the past in the midsummer of Chiyan Peak, where the Yunhe tribe is located, there should be children singing, and the song contains innocence, with longing, yearning for happiness.

And at this moment, there is still a song here, but this song is full of vicissitudes, sadness, and even despair.

This is a funeral song......

Also, the cicadas that disgusted the irritable world no longer sounded at this moment, as if they felt the breath of death and fled into the distance. Everything has become sluggish, as if there is no spirit. Most of the warriors of the Yunhe tribe are the same.

In this Yunhe tribe, there are some people who are surrounding a wooden platform made of wood, and there are many corpses lying on it, and those corpses have decomposed, these corpses were once some warriors who belonged to this Yunhe tribe.

These soldiers could not be treated because of the shortage of medicinal materials, so in this boring weather, their bodies festered rapidly, and then contracted a disease that even Wan Lao could not say, and they would be infected, so under Wan Lao's orders, they were burned.

Finally, when the first wisp of smoke ushered in the first flame, some of the women around began to vent the emotions that had been suppressed in their hearts for a long time, and then cried loudly. The cry made the rest of the people slide tears from the corners of their eyes, and with despair in their hearts, they looked at these dead warriors, and they felt that maybe, one day, they would be the same.

The battlefield in front ushered in new information, the strong man hurriedly ran to the front of the patriarch, he was used to seeing the patriarch's look these days, so when he spoke, he seemed a little hesitant, because what he wanted to report was the same thing, that is, how many soldiers died on the battlefield in front of this Yunhe tribe.

The patriarch was also accustomed to this unfortunate news, and after hearing it, he could only sigh, then slowly turned around, looked up at the sky, and tried to force back the tears he was about to leave, and then control his emotions.

This strong man seemed to be accustomed to the patriarch's action, he looked at the desolation of the patriarch's back, and said: "Patriarch, how about the injuries of Elder Soul and Elder Jinghong, if it weren't for them, the deaths of our Yunhe tribe warriors would be countless." ”

The patriarch was about to speak, when he suddenly saw two people walking in front of him.

The two men were barebacked, but on their backs was a white strap that was used to stop bleeding. They walked quickly in front of the patriarch and said in unison: "Patriarch, our injuries are almost healed, and we can go on the field to kill the enemy!"

These two people are Er Soul and Jing Hong.

A month ago, on the battlefield ahead, Er Soul and Jing Hong fought against each other's two mid-stage Soul Realm and several early-stage Soul Realm warriors, but fortunately, they used their strange spells to drag the opponent's powerful warriors for months in that continuous battle. But because of the output of spiritual power, a few days ago, they finally received an unexpected blow from the other party, the spear pierced their bodies, but did not touch the heart, so they were lucky to survive.

Then, using the strength of their cultivation, they quickly adjusted their bodies, and after a few days of pranayama, their bodies were no longer in serious trouble.

After the patriarch looked Jing Hong and Er Soul up and down, he nodded and said, "Be careful." ”

Jinghong and Er Soul nodded at the same time, and there was confidence in their eyes. With the strong man, he walked away quickly.

"Seven Demon Patriarchs, the patriarch of this Cloud Crane Tribe hasn't made a move yet, and those two mid-stage Soul Realm cultivators are extremely difficult to deal with, and their strange spells have almost killed us several times. In my opinion, you should go out of the horse, not necessarily, as soon as you get out of the horse, their patriarch will meet the ...... Why wait? ”

In the location of the Seven Evil Tribes, the patriarch of the Black Wind Tribe and the patriarch of the Lingyun Tribe were also injured, and the output of spiritual power also weakened their cultivation somewhat, and after a few days of pranayama and contemplation, they came to the masked man at the same time.

The masked man was now cross-legged and his eyes closed, as if he was recuperating. Hearing the words of these two people at this moment, he took a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, and stood up.

"Their Yunhe tribe has set up a protective light curtain, and my strength is preserved to shatter their light curtain. Since this Yunhe tribe likes to consume ...... Then we don't have to spend it with him. During this time, countless people from their tribe also died. Attack in an all-out way, and fight into the Yunhe tribe together!"

After walking out of the camp, he issued a summoning to all the soldiers who were pranayama at the moment, and under this summoning, Qi Qi turned into a long rainbow and killed the battlefield in front of him, like overwhelming raindrops, when he came to the top of the battlefield, after Qi Qi fell, a bloody battle began.

Because of his appearance, the warriors of the Yunhe tribe on this battlefield, facing the people of the other tribes who came like a tide, were not vulnerable at all, and they looked shocked one by one, watching the people of their tribe die one by one, and most of the people of the tribe were also retreating rapidly.

Even Na Jinghong and Er Soul were also shocked, and at the same time with surprise in their eyes, they held the bow and arrow in their hands, and with the roar of the sharp arrow, in front of them, one by one, the people of the rest of the tribe also fell together.

At the same time, in the middle of the air, Mu Zhen and Ma Hui suddenly roared, this sound was like a roar, making their steps take a step forward, under this step, the whole sky trembled, and even the earth trembled, and the thick liliang seeped out from the soles of their feet, making their bodies jump to more enough, with the roar in their eyes, with the anger in their hearts, with a buzz, suddenly opened the bowstring in their hands!

As the bowstring was pulled apart, under the humming sound, a ray of sunlight pierced the clouds, and when it shone on the bow and arrow, a dazzling cold light oozed out, and the moment this cold light seeped out, there was immediately a violent liliang, spreading from their bow and arrow, making the masked man in the distance suddenly snort coldly, and his body jumped and stepped forward.

"I can't help myself!"