Chapter 25 There Will Eventually Be a Battle

The blood moon is in the sky.

Due to the rapid expansion of the population, the Abyss has already fallen into a situation of scarcity of resources.

Just like the development law of most races, the scarier the resources, the more prominent the "rich-poor gap" within the race will be.

Most of the resources in the abyss are controlled by those powerful demons. Some small demons with weak strength and difficulty in maintaining their bloodline can only choose to step into the desolate land in a broad sense to find the possibility of racial continuation.

The races of the Abyss Demons are as numerous as the stars in the sky.

In addition to the holy demon clans like the Soldier Demon Clan and the Asura Clan that rule a region, there are also countless smaller demon clans.

In the abyss, many little demons are exterminated every day due to various factors, but no one cares.

Because these little demons are really too small, they are not even qualified to be called cannon fodder in the eyes of the holy demons. If the clan cannot be destroyed, let it go.

In the abyss, there is no concept of protecting "species diversity".

The vast wilderness of the northwest is covered with grass and grass, and there is often no water source for thousands of miles.

This area has been deserted for thousands of years.

Later, some small demons couldn't find a suitable place to live, so they chose to migrate to the barren northwest.

The Xiti Demon Clan, with a total population of only two thousand, is one of the small demon tribes that have been forced into the northwest in the past thousand years.

Due to the barrenness of the northwest, the Xiti Demon Tribe has been living a nomadic life similar to that of grassland herdsmen over the years, with constant migration barely supporting the continuation of the race.

This is an abandoned land. Under the blood-red sky, the vast wilderness, rare plants and animals, and dilapidated campsites all reveal a deep desolation.

A little girl who was black, thin, short, and dressed in ragged clothes, and whose appearance was very similar to that of a human race, except that she had some fine scales on her face, walked out of the dirty tent.

Her name is Abao, and she is a child of the Xiti Demon Clan.

The bloodline of the Xiti Demon Clan is very weak and does not have many magical powers. Even the strongest person in the entire Xiti Demon Clan is only at the third level.

The weakness of the bloodline can be seen from their appearance. The appearance of the Xiti demons is very similar to that of the human race - the human race is a race recognized as extremely weak in terms of "initial values".

The raging Guangling Pass war started by the Black Armor Realm has nothing to do with the Xiti Demon Clan.

A tribe that cannot even guarantee its survival is indeed inextricably linked to war.

Due to the lack of food, in the Xiti Demon Clan, both men and women, old and young, have a clear division of labor and cannot be lazy. They can collect water, collect dung, milk cows, feed, cut grass, shear hair, and hunt. As long as they still have the strength, they can do it. Lots of things to do.

Abao took out a small bundle of hay-like fodder from another tent.

The barren land cannot grow crops, so the staple food of the Siddh tribe is meat and dairy products.

Meat comes from hunting, and dairy products come from a beast they raise that is similar to a cow but called a camel.

Po's mission is to feed these beasts.

The fodder was heavy, but Abao seemed very relaxed - although the demon blood flowing through them was very weak, that was only compared to other demons.

In fact, in terms of physical fitness alone, even if they are short of food for a long time, they can be comparable to, or even better than, the warriors of the human race who have practiced martial arts for a long time.

This is the advantage of bloodline.

The reason why their family has to live a nomadic life is that they are limited by food. The prey is always limited, and the forage is also limited. Once they are exhausted, they have to choose another place to survive.

But this time, they have been stationed in this new camp for many years.

Because they were very lucky, they found a vast lake in the wilderness, where forage grew vigorously and prey resources were extremely abundant.

After a long period of work, the men of the tribe returned with a huge beast on their shoulders, causing the entire camp to cheer.

This was a rare successful hunt, which was enough to satisfy this small demon tribe as if it were a festival.

For small tribes who still live a nomadic life, the method of cooking food is still very crude, which is to cut the meat into pieces and put it in the pot.

The food is still cooking and the children are taking advantage of this rare leisure time to play.

Abao was among them, but she had the sharpest eyes and was the first to spot the outsider who appeared at an unknown time.

He was a young man with an ordinary appearance and a kind smile. He didn't know what kind of demon he was, but I guess he wasn't a powerful one, because the outsider looked very similar to them.

For the Siddhi demons, outsiders are a rare thing.

In this wilderness, many Sidd demons have never seen other demons except their own people from birth to death.

Although the Xiti tribe is small, it is very hospitable and warmly entertained this strange guest.

Of course, their food is really not delicious. Even saying it is barely edible is an exaggeration, because there is basically no seasoning.

But outsiders are not picky.

After the meal, the clan leader of the tribe, the only third-level demon cultivator of the Xiti Demon Tribe, finally asked about the origin of the foreign visitors.

"Coming from the far east," the foreigner whispered, "there was a fierce war there, and the lives of all people were devastated. Many people lost their homes and had no choice but to leave their homeland."

The outsider was actually Lu Qingshan. After killing Demon Lord Hanxuan and causing chaos in the Beiyao King's Realm, he left the wilderness, stopped causing trouble for the time being, and planned to disappear for a while.

Because, on the second day after leaving Hanxuan City, he suddenly felt frightened and had a bad feeling.

On a whim.

High-level monks with strong souls and outstanding sensing abilities will have the ability to sense whims and vaguely sense some disasters and disasters that are yet to come.

Lu Qingshan's Tribulation Realm Yuanshen is comparable to that of a Zunhao Realm monk, so he naturally has such abilities.

He didn't have a clue, so he immediately left the hinterland of Beiyao King Realm and chose to enter the desolate and inhabited wilderness to temporarily avoid disaster.

"War is really scary." The patriarch actually doesn't understand this. He has been living in this wilderness in his limited life, but he has rich life experience.

"I have seen a "war" between two groups of beasts in the wilderness. Once the war starts, it cannot be stopped. Even the beast king cannot stop it and can only fight to the death."

"Yes," Lu Qingshan said slowly after being silent for a moment, "You are right."

This is the nature of war.

Therefore, he has never thought about whether there is a way other than war between the abyss and the sky.

"I believe there must be other ways to go besides war" - that's just a meaningless rant made by the protagonist in a hot-blooded comic, and it's something to deceive children.

Since a war has started, it can only be stopped by fighting.

In the next two days, Lu Qingshan did not leave, choosing to stay in this small demon tribe.

He watched with cold eyes the difficult life and tedious work of the entire small tribe.

In order to ensure the food source of the tribe, the demons of the Xiti tribe need to constantly change their settlements.

It's just that this kind of thing is too risky. During the migration, if someone is unlucky and encounters a powerful monster, it will bring disaster to the tribe.

And even in the barren wilderness, it is not uncommon to encounter powerful monsters.

Therefore, in the wilderness, small tribes similar to the Siddi tribe are going extinct every day.

But if you don't migrate and stay in the original settlement where resources are exhausted, you are just waiting for destruction.

They have no choice.

Isn’t the experience of the Xiti Tribe a microcosm of the entire Abyss Demon Clan?

‘Desolation’ has appeared, and the demons have no other way out. They must find a new habitat before the abyss completely falls.

The sun sets.

Lu Qingshan was lying on a small earthen bag next to the Xiti tribe, closing his eyes to rest and wandering in the sky.

Occasionally, birds of prey pass by in the sky, making sharp whistling sounds, and there is the sound of the breeze blowing through the grass all around.

Not far away, there was the laughter of a group of children from the Xiti tribe, as well as the mooing of camel beasts.

But at a certain moment, all the sounds disappeared.

Everything is quiet.

Lu Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes.

The blood moon in the sky was reflected in his eyes.

He stood up slowly, with ripples on his face like water waves.

Then, his original ordinary appearance turned into a face that even a demon would definitely call handsome.

Junyi is like banishing an immortal.

Lu Qingshan looked down.

The formerly lively Xiti tribe has become a dead place.

All the demons were lying on the ground in a mess without any warning, making no sound.

All dead.

Not only the demonic people, but all living creatures within a radius of thousands of miles died inexplicably at this moment and became a place of death.

He is the only survivor in this dead land.

Lu Qingshan raised his right hand.

After a moment.

In his hand, the black sword-body Zhenmo appeared.

Along with it, there was a Shura.

In other words, he is a Shura King.

He had black black armor, a green complexion, and a strong build. He looked at Lu Qingshan with a smile.

"Finally found you," he said.

"It turns out it's you, Lu Qingshan, the leader of the Sword Sect," he said after carefully examining Lu Qingshan's appearance, "Why don't you pretend to be someone you look like this time?

Could it be that he knew he was going to die and wanted to die with his true face and die clearly? "

"Although you are not a human being, you should still speak like a human being." Lu Qingshan said calmly.

"Rahu's giant hands cover obstacles, Bhimazhitara has nine heads, Poya is brave and strong, but you are not like that. Raqian Tuo's roar is like thunder, and you are worthy of being so noisy."

"So, I should call you Luo Qituo."

Luo Qiantuo was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, almost crying, "He is worthy of being the person who can destroy the King's City of Buddha. Interesting, interesting!"

To be honest, he was not very happy to be sent back by Luo Hu to wipe Luo Jia's butt, and he was always filled with emotions.

But now, he is in a good mood.

He was not angry at Lu Qingshan's words.

On the contrary, he quite likes to listen to such unfunny jokes.

It's like adding seasoning to a bland dish, and it suddenly becomes appetizing.

After all, killing a defenseless lamb is boring.

Lu Qingshan had thought that sooner or later he would be targeted by King Shura of the Black Armor Realm and fall into real danger, but he did not expect that it would come so quickly.

But he has no regrets.

It's his choice.

In life, some battles are destined to be inevitable and can only be faced.

Even if King Shura is like a mountain to him at this time, lying in front of him, Lu Qingshan will grit his teeth and smash into it. Even if he is shattered into pieces, he will smash it with his own bones.

After climbing this mountain, his invincibility will truly be achieved.

As a result, the purple-gold light of the sword domain spread out in an instant.