Chapter 1238: Drawing Fire From the Bottom of the Cauldron

Chapter 1238: Drawing fire from the bottom of the cauldron

Chi Lagubu thought about it and realized that this was indeed a possibility, so he stopped thinking about it: "What Elder Zhishan said makes sense, let's go to the next one, the Xiyue Tribe!"

After a fire burned down the entire Zhaolong tribe's stronghold, Chilagub led the people to move to the next target.

The same tragedy happened twice more. Following the Zhaolong Tribe, the Xiyue Tribe and the Beihuang Tribe were also massacred and their villages burned down.

When the last Northern Wilderness tribe was reduced to a sea of ​​fire, Chilagub's phone rang. When he picked it up, he found that the call was from Wu Wang:

"Chiragub, you are so majestic!"

Chi Lagubu asked warily: "Wu Wang! What do you want to do?! Negotiate? Now you are not qualified!"

Wuwang said disdainfully: "Oh? You are wrong. It's not that I am not qualified, but that you are not qualified! To tell you the truth, I am in your cottage now!

All your people are hanging outside the village wall, slowly waiting to die! How about it? Are you satisfied with this gift? "

"What did you say?!" Chi Lagubu was dumbfounded! Unexpectedly, I thought I was sure of winning, but I didn't expect that someone would take advantage of me!

Wu Wang gritted his teeth and said: "Chi Lagubu, you are so ruthless! You won't even spare women and children! Then, let your tribe make atonement for you!"

"Pa~" The phone hung up, and Chiragub felt his eyes go dark and fell backwards.

Although Lanzhu complained frequently about Chiragub, she still supported him immediately and asked anxiously: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?!"

Fang Yang came up and took a pulse: "It's okay, it's just that I'm angry."

Fang Yang passed a ray of true energy and opened up the blockage. Soon, Chi Lagubu woke up faintly. As soon as he opened his eyes, he struggled to get up, his voice hoarse:

"Hurry! Go back to the stronghold quickly! Wuwang and the others have occupied our stronghold!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the news!

Fang Yang suddenly understood: "No wonder it went so smoothly. It seems that Wuwang and the others already knew the news when we started, and they transferred the elites out in advance, so as to drain the firepower!"

When Lanzhu heard that the village had been occupied, she was also very anxious: "We'd better go back quickly! I don't know what happened to the clan members!"

Zhishan comforted him: "It shouldn't be that easy. We still have half of our manpower in the village, so how could it be so easy to break through? Isn't it fake news?"

Chi Lagubu also came to his senses: "Yes! There are so many masters in the copycat village, it must be fake! You want to lie to me!"

Seeing that everyone was in a better mood, Lanzhu also smiled, but found that Fang Yang was still frowning and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Fang, are you worried about something?"

Fang Yang looked worried: "I always feel that things are not that simple! Although there are some masters in the village, don't forget how Wuwang and the others became strong!"

Lanzhu instantly understood what he meant: "You mean, Wuwang and the others also have helpers? The village has really been occupied by them?"

Fang Yang nodded silently: "In my opinion, this possibility is very high. Otherwise, what is the point of him releasing false news out of thin air?"

Although their voices were not loud, they were not quiet either. Of course Elder Zhishan next to him also heard it clearly. With a sullen face, he took out his phone and started to contact the disciples who stayed in the village.

As a result, the phone rang for a long time, but no one answered! This made Zhishan realize that something was wrong: "Which of your sect's disciples are still in the village? Let's see if we can get in touch!"

Immediately, a dozen people below took out their mobile phones and started calling, but the result was always the same: no one answered!

The fire of hope that Chiragub had just raised was ruthlessly extinguished, and he turned around and started on the way back: "No matter what, I have to go back and see what happened!"

No one said a word the whole time, only huffing and puffing. Three hours later, the sky had completely darkened, and they finally arrived at the foot of the mountain stronghold.

From far away, you can clearly see that the gate is closed, a circle of torches is lit on the high wall of the village, and you can clearly see the tribesmen and some disciples of the ancient martial arts sect hanging on the wall of the village.

The eyes of Chi Lagubu and Zhishan turned red: "This is simply too much!"

When Zhishan stepped under his feet, he flew up like a big bird. In the air, he drew out the sword from his waist and slashed hard at the gate of the village!

"Cang!" A ghost-headed sword stretched out from nowhere in mid-air, blocking Zhishan's sword. Before Zhishan could react, a dark palm silently printed on his chest!

"Pfft~" Perfection goes as quickly as it comes back. A line of blood spurted out and he fell heavily to the ground.

Before he could get up from the ground, the huge ghost-headed sword struck down on his head with the power of Mount Tai!

Zhishan's whole body was shrouded under the blade, unable to resist or dodge. He closed his eyes in despair and sighed secretly: My life is at stake!

"Dang~"

There was a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, and the Ghost Head Saber was actually blocked! Zhishan opened his eyes wide and saw that it was Fang Yang who rushed over at the critical moment and used the dragon scale sword to hold the ghost head sword!

Zhishan didn't have time to express his thanks, so he used up all his strength to crawl back, and swallowed a few pills before his face calmed down a little.

At the gate of the cottage, there was a sword and a sword, and they refused to give in to each other. Fang Yang carefully looked at the enemy opposite him. He had dark skin, strong bones, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was full of evil aura. He didn't look like a righteous person.

Fang Yang asked, "Who are you? Why do you appear here?"

The owner of the Ghost Head Sword smiled sinisterly: "Hey, I am the Zuoji Demon Sword of the Tianmo Sect! Are you Fang Yang?"

Fang Yang was a little depressed: "Am I so famous? Even the Demon Sect knows my name?"

Demon Sword said: "Of course, now in the entire ancient martial arts world, there are only a few people who can be noticed by our Demon Dao, and you are one of them!"

"What an honor!" Fang Yang had already mobilized the power of Feng Shui to the extreme, but he was just a draw with the opponent.

This kind of brute force fighting style is obviously not what Fang Yang likes. At that moment, the sword edge deflected and turned, taking the Ghost Head Saber aside, and the body turned, and the two of them separated.

There was obvious dissatisfaction on Demon Sword's face: "What? Look down on me? Are you afraid to fight me head-on like a man?"

Fang Yang rolled his eyes at him: "What do you mean? Who said that if I don't fight with you, I am not a man? Besides, do I still need to prove to you whether I am a man?"

"Seeking death?!" Mo Dao, as the left envoy of the Heavenly Demon Sect, held a high position. When had he ever been so angry? He flicked the Ghost Head Dao in his hand and attacked again.

The ghost-headed sword in Mo Dao's hand is nearly two meters long. There is a skull with an open mouth on the head of the sword. It can not only lock people's weapons, but also spray poisonous gas and concealed weapons.

Fang Yang relied on his body's flexibility and kept wandering around the magic knife, waiting for an opportunity to attack with one or two moves. One is strong and the other is soft, and the fight is evenly matched!

In the blink of an eye, thirty rounds passed. Demonic Sword was a little impatient: "Boy, don't think that I can't do anything to you, just wait and see!"

The head of the magic knife shook, and the skull immediately spewed out a stream of miserable green smoke. Although he didn't know what it was, Fang Yang didn't dare to take risks. He closed his mouth and nose and was about to jump out of the battle group.