Chapter 1238 Use of Force
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In the ashes, a palm-sized purple token shone, mysterious and extraordinary.
This made Ling Xian frown, quite shocked.
Although he deliberately suppressed the temperature of Zhu Rong's real fire to 10%, the high temperature is still extremely terrifying, even if it is divine, it is difficult to resist.
However, this token not only did not melt, but was intact, how could he not feel shocked?
Immediately, Ling Xian took a step forward and picked up the token.
I saw that it was purple in color, with a word "Qing" engraved on the front, and an indescribable creature on the back.
"It is made by mixing ten kinds of divine ingredients, no wonder it can resist the real fire of Zhu Rong..."
Ling Xian's eyes flickered with surprise, and with his master-level utensils, he was naturally able to recognize the material used for this object at a glance.
In addition to the materials, he also recognized that the creature behind him was Qiangyang, one of the twelve witch gods.
According to ancient records, he held a snake in his mouth and a snake in his hand. Tiger-headed, four-hoofed and long-elbow, he is known as the God of Thunder because of his attainments in the way of Thunder.
"Strong good..."
Ling Xian's brows furrowed, thinking of the woman's clamoring words, she knew it in her heart.
From that sentence and this token, it can be judged that what this woman said is true, she is indeed a child of the Qinglei tribe. And to have such an extraordinary token, it can be seen that her status in the tribe is not low.
"Qinglei tribe..."
Ling Xian raised the corner of his mouth, full of coldness: "I hope you don't come to trouble me, otherwise, I don't mind getting bloody again."
The voice fell, and his figure moved instantly, flying towards the Wangtu tribe.
The matter here is over, and he naturally should go to the road to do business.
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The Wangtu tribe is located in the Heavenly Burial Mountains. It is the only top tribe in this mountain range. It has been inherited for tens of thousands of years.
This tribe worships Houtu, the legendary god of earth, also called the mother of earth, whose accomplishments on the road of earth are unparalleled.
And the strength of this tribe is also extremely powerful, even in the entire Wushen Realm, it is second to none.
But since twenty years,
The Wangtu tribe declined rapidly, and at this moment it was even more in crisis.
Since there is only this top tribe in the entire Celestial Burial Mountain Range, all other large and small tribes naturally become its subordinate tribes.
When the Wangtu tribe was strong, these tribes naturally did not dare to have dissent, but at this moment, the Wangtu tribe was getting weaker and weaker, which naturally caused those tribes to have bad thoughts.
Therefore, more than ten large tribes joined forces and launched an attack on the Wangtu tribe three days ago.
As a result, the Wangtu tribe was at a disadvantage.
It's an unbelievable result, but it's true.
There are two prerequisites for becoming a large tribe, one is to have a high-level totem, and the other is to have a sixth-level monk in charge.
In other words, the coalition has more than ten cultivators of the Dao Rongdao.
On the other hand, there were only three Wangtu tribes, so they were naturally at a disadvantage.
However, if the coalition forces want to break through the Wangtu tribe, it will not be easy. After all, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse, and the background of the top tribe is unimaginable for ordinary people.
Therefore, the battle situation fell into a stalemate for a while.
However, there is always a moment when the foundation is exhausted. At that time, it will be the death of the Wangtu tribe.
Ling Xian, arrived at this time.
When he saw the scene in front of him, his brows could not help frowning, but he didn't expect it to come at such an untimely time.
But on second thought, he felt that it was the right time.
The Wangtu tribe was in crisis, and it was time to ask for help. If he could repel the coalition forces, wouldn't he be able to put forward conditions?
"Good luck." Ling Xian smiled lightly and turned his gaze to the city wall of the Wangtu tribe. This was the first time he had seen a human-style city in the Witch God Realm, and he couldn't help but sigh that it was indeed a top tribe, and it was indeed magnificent.
But at this moment, the city wall was stained with blood, and it was dark red, adding a bit of desolation.
There was a row of archers standing on the city wall, and everyone had a solemn expression, and there was still a bit of sadness. Obviously, none of them had much confidence.
If it weren't for the heart of protecting the family, I am afraid that the fighting spirit would have been lost long ago.
In the sky, twelve cultivators of the Rongdao period were joining forces to attack the three old people.
However, the battle below is one-sided.
In the face of more than ten large tribes, plus the fierce offensive of a hundred medium-sized tribes, the Wangtu tribes were retreating, and they could only hide in the city and defend.
But this is obviously not a long-term solution. Even if the three old people are not defeated, the Wangtu tribe will be defeated.
Therefore, everyone in the Wangtu tribe was in despair. They did not expect that the once glorious tribe would fall into such a situation.
"The situation is very critical..." Ling Xian narrowed his eyes, thinking about whether he should take action.
After a while, he decided to help.
No matter whether this kindness can get him a place, at least it is a kindness. Otherwise, once the Wangtu tribe is destroyed, where will he find such a good opportunity?
Therefore, Ling Xian flashed into the sky and laughed loudly: "Friends of the Wangtu tribe, do you need help?"
The voice fell, and everyone's eyes were focused on him, both dissatisfied and hopeful.
"Naturally, I would like to ask your Excellency to take action. As long as we can solve the immediate danger, my King Tu tribe will be very grateful!"
An old man was happy, and so did the other two.
They knew that the fighting strength of the coalition was similar, and no one could do anything about it, but the situation below was urgent. If there was no foreign aid, the tribe would definitely be defeated.
Therefore, they did not care about Ling Xian's origin, and they all asked.
"If I need it, then I'll take action." Ling Xian smiled lightly, and did not take the opportunity to put forward conditions. In that case, it would seem that he was taking advantage of others' danger.
"Boy, I advise you not to meddle in your own business, so as not to indemnify yourself." A man sneered, his arms like horned dragons, containing terrifying power.
The rest of the people also spoke, in addition to threats, they were joking.
After all, Ling Xian's appearance is young and thin, and he doesn't have the slightest momentum. He really doesn't look like a strong man.
"I don't want to meddle in my own business either, but this matter has something to do with me."
Ling Xian shook his head gently and said, "Go back, you are destined to be unable to break the Wangtu tribe today."
"What a big breath!"
The man sneered, the monstrous might swept across the ten directions, and he actually possessed the strength of the late Rong Dao.
However, Ling Xian could not be deterred.
Although he is only in the middle stage of Rongdao, his combat power can defeat the late stage monks. Even in the face of the peak Rongdao powerhouse, he has the power to fight.
How could he be deterred by this?
Therefore, Ling Xian was still calm and calm, his eyes swept over everyone, and said lightly: "Go back, I don't want to use force today."
"Then get out of here, don't want to use force and dare to meddle in your own business? Do you think you are the supreme witch god? Can you make all living beings fear with just one word?"
The same is true for the rest of the people, except for being cold and abusive.
Seeing this, Ling Xian smiled helplessly, and slowly said something that made the scene quiet.
"It seems that I have to use force."