Chapter 624: One Way Tracking

Xun Fenghou's words frightened away the person who was secretly attacking Qingyang Bobu. No matter what the reason was, if this person retreated after hearing Daxia's name, it showed that Daxia at least had the qualifications.

This all shows that the momentum of Daxia has gathered, and it will move forward indomitably.

"I see."

For a while, he breathed a sigh of relief slowly, and the energy that was hindered in his body gathered again.

Xun Fenghou looked at Xia Tuo in a little surprise, a little confused, but he also felt that some changes had taken place in Xia Tuo. Unfortunately, this is a personal creation. Even if Xia Tuo said it, it might not be useful to him. .

"Elder Xun, the land of the Qingyang Clan has collapsed, how many clansmen are left."

Hearing this, Xun Fenghou responded: "The Qingyang clan suffered heavy losses, and the fleeing of the Qingyang clan leader took away 90% of the clan's high-end combat power and direct line soldiers.

On the night of ghosts, countless ghosts and ghosts were born, eating flesh and blood, especially those dolls and babies. Even if they were guarded by their clansmen desperately, only forty-six of the dolls under the age of five survived, and they were also tortured by the cold. Ghost Qi corroded the body.

In addition, the entire Qingyang clan has survived a total of more than 113,000 people. Before I came, there were still people who couldn't hold on and died.

The Qingyang clan is abolished. "

Xun Fenghou's voice sighed, a ghost night directly caused bloodshed for millions of Qingyang people, and the Qingyang people who survived the catastrophe got the news that the upper echelons of the clan had escaped with their totems and their families, and their spirits and spirits were completely broken.

Clan gone?

What is there to miss.

What makes people feel even more helpless is that the patriarch ran away, and the direct descendants of the clan ran away.

"The rest of the people, do your best to treat them."

After pondering for a moment, Xia Tuo said aloud: "Elder Xun, let's go to the land of the Qingyang Clan again. I want to take a look in person."

"it is good."

When going out, the old gourd is a must. This time, Xia Tuo brought a lot of people, and he specially asked Jianling to recruit a group of witch doctors from the witch hospital to follow him, bringing a large number of herbs with mild fire attributes.

And let Jian Ling temporarily go to the White Locust Domain to replace Elder Luo who was guarding Long Xiangsheng's retreat.

...

Qingyangbo tribal land,

The mountains and rivers collapsed, the ground was stained with blood, and the entire clan was very silent. When Hou Xunfeng returned to Daxia City, he temporarily gathered all the Qingyang people together.

After a ghostly night, Qingyang has become a cemetery. Occasionally, there are people walking around like walking dead, and everyone's eyes are blank.

The strongest survivors were those at the peak of the Tianmai Realm, and the elders of the Shenzang Realm who stayed behind that night in Guiye became the focus of the ghost soldiers' care, and all of them were sucked out of their flesh and blood.

Even in broad daylight, bonfires were still lit in the ruins, dispelling the cold air in the void, and everyone curled up outside the bonfires, trembling.

From time to time, there will be screaming sounds. It doesn't need to be seen that the sluggish people have been frightened in the silence. It should be that they thought of the night of the ghost night again, and their thoughts appeared in a trance.

crazy!

That's right, this is what Xia Tuo saw when he came to the ruins of the Qingyang Clan. The lunatics one after another, many young women were still holding the swaddling clothes that had become bones in their arms. The old ballad that came down.

This scene made people see it in their eyes and burst into anger in their hearts.

"Yuefu, hurry up and bring someone for treatment."

"yes."

Yuefu was the leader who came to the witch hospital this time. He brought more than 30 witch doctors and started to get busy. He also brought 500 soldiers from the Xia tribe to take care of these people.

Some of the Qingyang people have gone crazy, even if their experiences are pitiful, they cannot be allowed to hurt others.

Xia Tuo and Xun Fenghou came to the totem hall where the Qingyang toppled. In the half-toppled stone hall, various inlaid crystals were still there, and a deep mark in the center of the hall was still there. The trace could still be seen to be very smooth. There is no appearance of violent moving in haste

Xun Fenghou said softly: "The Qingyang Patriarch's main exercises and classics are all empty in the mansion, leaving only ordinary resources."

"Be prepared and go."

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo nodded, his eyes pondered, even if Daxia came, it wouldn't make the Qingyang tribe go away like this, and even the tribe would not be given up for it.

The demise of the Qingyang Bo tribe also had the factor of the Great Xia. The Great Xia did not destroy the Qingyang, and the Qingyang was destroyed because of this. Xia Tuo did not have the heart to shirk this point. What he can do now is to try his best to save the surviving Qingyang people .

"Go, go and see the mountains."

...

In the Holy King Mountain Range, Elder Luo was walking in the mountains, and around him was a two-headed and four-winged evil python. The whole body of the evil python was filled with gray air currents, shuttling through the mountains, breathing out the residual coldness. Qi.

Elder Luo's disciple, Yin Jiuzhu, was also searching in the mountains, and he knew this place well.

When he was still in the wizarding realm, he hung out in the Holy King Mountain Range, and he also got the Thousand-Handed Soul Eater Tower, and ran across the wilderness of millions of miles to the Northwest and Northwest. Passing unscathed is enough to explain his heart and luck.

"Well, what did you find?"

Far away, Xia Tuo asked Elder Luo, although he asked again, the same mental thoughts swept out, also in the surrounding situation.

At this moment, it is already 600 miles into the Holy King Mountain Range. From the Qingyang Clan to here, there is a faint yin energy floating in the sky in a straight line distance, still extending towards the depths of the mountain range.

"We still have to go in."

"Walk."

Xia Tuo volleyed forward, and the rest of the people followed closely behind him. Elder Luo took Yin Jiuzhu, Hou Fenghou took the old man Gourd, and walked towards the depths of the Holy King Mountain Range along the pervasive Yin Qi.

Half a day later, a group of people stopped and went deep into the Shengwang Mountain Range for thousands of miles. The pervasive yin energy stopped here, and a not-so-high mountain stood tall.

boom!

Xia Tuo punched out, and the fighting spirit crashed into the hill, and there was a roar immediately, the rocks pierced through the air, and when the mountain peak collapsed, countless white bones also splashed out.

A rising black air rose like a mushroom cloud, exuding a strong smell of blood and stench.

After dispelling the black air, a large number of white bones and dried black blood were exposed under the mountain peak, and dried blood can still be clearly seen in the cracks of some stones.

The next moment, Elder Luo's witch seal flickered between his brows, and a copper lamp flew out, and the illusory flames jumped and landed on the piled bones.

Then the black air diffused out and turned into dense runes, each rune was like a four-winged and double-headed vicious python, wandering around and getting into these bones.

Xia Tuo didn't care about Luo's movements. He specialized in surgery, and he only needed results. Then he looked at the old gourd beside him.

Immediately, the old gourd understood in seconds, and shook his head lightly, expressing that it was all right.

At this time, the copper lamp that fell on the countless white bones buzzed, and the witch talismans that flew out just now returned one by one like a stream of light, falling into the flames.

boom!

Immediately, like cooking oil in a fire, the illusory flames suddenly exploded, and the shackles formed, and finally a blurry figure floated out.

Then, the copper lamp burst into humming and headed towards the depths of the mountains.

"Can you catch it?"

Regarding Xia Tuo's question, Elder Luo pondered and said, "As long as you can't run a million miles, you may catch up."

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo pondered for a moment, now that it has been six or seven days since Ghost Night passed, it would be difficult to catch up with the person behind the shot.

"Chase."

After thinking for a while, he ordered aloud to chase him until he couldn't catch him. If he didn't even chase him, who would know if he could catch him, but he wanted to see who was messing with him.

Asked, Elder Luo's eyes were cold, and the corner of his mouth showed murderous intent, he chased after the copper lamp, Xia Tuo followed closely after seeing it.

...

In the southwest of the Holy King Mountain Range, a cloud of black mist clings to the mountains, and the flying is not fast. From time to time, birds with blind eyes bump into it, and then they are corroded, leaving only bones and scum.

However, the black mist is also very measured. When passing through the territory of the great lord of fierce beasts, he will restrain his breath so as not to cause unnecessary noise.

Now that he has almost walked out of the Holy King Mountain Range, a medium-sized tribe outside the mountain range was built by mountains and rivers, and then the black air rushed into this tribe. In just half a stick of incense, a vibrant tribe turned into For the dead silence.

For a long time, in the main hall in the center of the tribe, a middle-aged man wearing animal skins came out with a loose body. The face of the man seemed a little gloomy, which did not match his own aura.

Then, the big man opened his mouth, and a black light emerged, turning into a leaf-shaped witch treasure inlaid with black copper and gold, and then pierced towards the center of his eyebrows.

Wu Bao tore the skull cover, but there was not a little blood left. After it was completely embedded in the eyebrows, the cracked skin began to heal, and then the cold aura on the big man's body was suppressed, and the aura became scorching hot.

After moving his whole body, he rose into the air and headed towards the southwest wilderness, but even if he changed his body, the birds that occasionally bumped into him during the flight were absorbed by his probe, and then the vitality was completely absorbed.

He headed west all the way, across the boundless wasteland, and entered the Yuanshui Bo tribe from the northeast, but he didn't stop and headed southwest.

...

Four days later, in the wilderness southwest of the Holy King Mountain Range, among the medium-sized tribes that had become a deserted place, Xia Tuo and the others stood in the air, looking at the bloody tribe.

"It's been three or four days."

Xun Fenghou swept across the ruins below, and said softly.

Xia Tuo nodded, looked at Elder Luo, and asked softly: "Can you still track it?"

Elder Luo fell into the ruins and continued to collect the grievances in the tribe with a copper lamp.

"This person restrained his own Yin Qi, and it should be pinned on a member of this tribe."

After burning an incense stick, Elder Luo came back holding the copper lamp, with a glint in his eyes.

"Patriarch, it's easier to find now, the same source of blood is easier to search for than Yin Qi."

"Then continue to catch."

Xia Tuo said fiercely, if he didn't find out who was doing the tricks, he would always feel uneasy.

"Walk."

Soon, under the guidance of the copper lamp, the group headed towards the west of the Holy King Mountain Range again.