Chapter 372 Wind Movement

At the same time, Ling Shuang regained his freedom and fell from mid-air, and the divine prohibition covering the village of the Ling tribe disappeared. .

"Ho, ho..." The warriors of the Ling tribe instantly understood what was going on, and roared excitedly one by one. They had narrowly escaped death, and the guy who was said to be the witch god died.

Ling Shan rushed to the side of the weak Ling Shuang and helped her up, feeling a sudden rebirth in his heart.

"Qi Bei, where's Qi Bei?" Ling Shuang stood up, her divine crystal was shattered, but the divine realm was still there, and as soon as the altar and the chain of God-locking disappeared, the divine power in her body began to recover slowly. She didn't have any strength just now, but now she was able to stand up, and she was looking for traces of Qi Bei in a panic.

Ling Shan also looked around, but there was no trace of Qi Bei, he suddenly thought, maybe Qi Bei and that witch god died together.

For a while, the ecstatic Ling tribe warriors also fell silent. Now everyone knows Qi Bei's identity, and no one wants anything to happen to him.

Ling Shuang pushed Ling Shan away, and walked forward in a daze. At this time, she was like a lost little girl, looking for her way home.

Without Qi Bei, what she insisted on and pursued seemed to collapse in an instant. Before that, she was still practicing hard, but the purpose of her hard training was to follow Qi Bei's footsteps.

At this moment, a golden light burst out like the sun, and Qi Bei's figure appeared in the golden light.

"Shuang'er, where are you going?" Qi Bei called out looking at Ling Shuang who was in a daze in front of him.

Ling Shuang's body froze, she turned her head suddenly, and saw Qi Bei looking at her with a smile.

"Qi Bei..." Ling Shuang yelled and threw herself into Qi Bei's arms, choked up, "I...I thought..."

"Think I'm dead?" Qi Bei patted Ling Shuang's pink back.

Ling Shuang nodded in Qi Bei's arms, her heart gradually became calm.

It's not that Ling Shuang is too fragile, but that women in love are all fragile.

Holding Ling Shuang in his arms, Qi Bei suddenly thought of a problem, a very realistic problem. As his strength became stronger and his level of contact became higher and higher, strong men who could threaten his life might emerge at any time.

For example, the witch god just now should have existed in ancient times, and his strength is not unique. Even so, he was at a disadvantage when dealing with it. If it weren't for the incomparable control effect of the necklace around his neck on people and gods with witch power, it would be hard to say in today's battle.

If one day he really falls, what about those women who regard him as their root and soul?

This is a difficult problem to solve, so, for them, he can't hang up either.

At this time, everyone in the Ling tribe's village was cheering and applauding, celebrating that the Ling tribe had escaped the catastrophe.

In the Ling tribe's sacrificial temple, there are only three people, Qi Bei, Ling Shan, and the witch father of the Ling tribe.

"Is this witch god sent by the Mongolian tribe?" Qi Bei asked.

"It's not wrong. I can't forget the aura of this witch god. It's definitely from the Mongolian tribe. I just didn't expect that the god body and spirit were broken into such a state that he was still lingering. However, his strength was once comparable to the existence of a low-level god mansion, which is not something ordinary true gods can deal with." The witch father said, and looked at Qi Bei in surprise after speaking.

"Meng Tribe...Hmph, he used this hole card. He probably wanted to kill us in one fell swoop, but it didn't work. He also lost this hole card. Stealing chickens won't cost you money, but they are so bullying, I can't bear this tone." Qi Bei said in a dark voice, with a look of evil spirit in his eyes.

"What are you going to do?" Ling Shan asked.

"Rush directly to the main village of the Meng tribe and destroy their witch temple. As for the sacrificial scepter and the like, leave it to the Liao tribe and the Ming tribe. They don't want to eat fat and don't need to work hard. How can such a good thing happen? Besides, the Ling tribe should be able to grow stronger during this period of time. When the Meng tribe really collapses, they can also grab more resources." Qi Bei said.

"Then you killed the witch god of the Mongolian tribe today, do you want to spread it?" Ling Shan asked.

"You can figure it out." Qi Bei said.

"Let's pass it on, and exaggerate it a bit. After the news gets out, let's see if the Liao tribe and the Ming tribe dare to stretch their claws against our Ling tribe again." Ling Shan said viciously. Now, the rising momentum of their Ling tribe is irresistible.

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A few days later, the biggest trump card of the Meng tribe, an ancient witch god, went to exterminate the Ling tribe, but the story of being wiped out by the guardian of the Ling tribe, that is, the dragon demon Qi Bei, spread throughout the Eastern Region.

For a moment, the entire Eastern Territory was shaken by this. This was not just a rumor. The Ling tribe used witchcraft to preserve the images of the witch gods in fragments, and copied thousands of them and distributed them.

The name Dragon Demon Qibei has once again climbed to a peak in the Eastern Region. What is the strength of a strong man who can kill even the ancient witch gods?

Many tribes, large and small, began to defect to the Ling tribe. They saw that the Meng tribe was about to fall, and the Ling tribe was about to rise. The sooner they defected, the more attention and power they would gain.

The leader of the Liao Tribe, Chi Li, was silent for a while after seeing the images left by the witchcraft, and said: "Stop suppressing the Ling Tribe, and attack the Meng Tribe with all your strength."

At the same time, the leader of the Underworld tribe also issued the same order.

The two top tribes issued this order almost at the same time. No one of them wanted to provoke a strong man who could kill the surviving witches and gods of the Mongolian tribe.

At this time, the atmosphere in the main village of the Mongolian tribe seemed extremely depressing.

The feeling of being relaxed, laughing and cursing before was no longer there, replaced by silence and depression.

The leader, Meng Huang, stood in the sacrificial temple without saying a word for a long time, but the blue veins on his hands were enough to show that his heart was already overwhelmed at this moment.

"How could this happen? Dragon Demon Qi Bei, how could he have such strength, if he really has such strength, why would he need to escape in a different space?" Menghuang kept thinking about this question, but thinking about it was useless. The witch god had indeed been killed, and even a trace of remnant soul could not escape. This made Menghuang suddenly feel a fear that he hadn't felt for many years.

Inside the temple, several elders of the Mongolian tribe started to quarrel.

"It's all you, why did you propose to help the Sui tribe to get ahead, and ended up provoking such a great god?"

"How do I know he is so powerful? If I knew he was so powerful, I would try my best to make friends with him."

"That's right, Ling Shan only gave away one daughter, but in the end he got such a powerful force. We have a lot of beauties in the Mongolian tribe. I knew that if I gave away ten or eight daughters, I wouldn't end up in this situation."

Meng Huang turned around abruptly, and roared, "Shut up, everyone."

Immediately, everyone in the temple was afraid to make a sound.

"Are you all soft bones? Now you don't want to find a way to get through the crisis in front of you, but you are still thinking about how to please the dragon demon. Our Mongolian tribe has been handed down from the ancient great witches, has it created you soft bones?" The Mongolian emperor roared furiously. .

The elders and wizards of the Meng tribe all lowered their heads and dared not make a sound.

"Now our Mongolian tribe is being pushed against the wall by everyone, and everyone will bite off a piece of meat from us. We have no way out, but take up weapons and fight desperately. If you don't even have the courage to fight desperately, leave the Mongolian tribe as soon as possible." Menghuang took a deep breath to calm his anger, and shouted in a low voice.

"Boss, isn't it just desperate? We want to show those guys who want to destroy our Mongolian tribe. If they want to tear a piece of flesh from us, then they will trade their lives for it." A witch raised his head and roared.

"That's right, we will fight an eye for an eye, blood for blood, and kill them all." An elder hissed.

"Tit for tooth, blood for blood!" Everyone's emotions were aroused, and they roared in unison.

Emperor Meng nodded in satisfaction, and shouted: "This is the blood surname of my Mongolian tribe. If you order, we will no longer just passively defend, but will launch a Jedi counterattack. Don't stick to the major territories. Let them take them away if they want. We will all swim away and attack the lairs of those tribes."

"Yes, leader." The core figures of these Mongolian tribes all responded, and then went out to order the warriors and strong men of their respective tribes to fight back against the tribes that dared to invade them.

The storm in the Eastern Region has become even more violent, except for the major sects, almost all the tribes, big and small, have been swept away.

The counterattack of the Mongolian tribe probably caught many people off guard. Who would have thought that the Mongolian tribe would give up their territories and start hiding. Just when the major tribes cheered and occupied a large area of ​​territory and resources, their base camp was bloodbathed by the Mongolian tribe.

At this time, the warriors of the Fen tribe had just occupied a territory of the Meng tribe and were recuperating.

"Boss, our tribal village was bloodbathed by the Mongolian tribe." Just as Fen Tian was looking at the distribution map of the territory of the Mongolian tribe, a tribal warrior rushed in to report.

Fen Tian didn't have any mood swings, and said lightly: "The bloodbath is the bloodbath. The statues and scepters we enshrine are all with us. Wherever we go, there is the base camp of our Fen tribe."

"Um...yes, the leader is wise." The warrior complimented and retreated. The Fen tribe was originally a newly established tribe, and they didn't have much affection for that tribe's headquarters. They were united mainly by relying on Fen Tian's prestige, so they didn't care too much when they heard what Fen Tian said, as long as there were treasures to snatch and women to play with like during this time.

After the warriors of this clan went out, Coriler walked over twisting Xiaoman's waist, holding Fen Tian's neck from behind, and said with a coquettish smile: "Chief, you are really planning ahead, you have a clever plan, and you have made a plan early on. Now some tribes have their old nests, and one by one they spit out the fat in their mouths and returned them. As for us, we don't have such worries at all."

Fen Tian quite enjoyed Coriler's compliments, even though he didn't think about it at all, he took the statue of the witch god he enshrined with him, naturally there was his reason.

Coriler's pair of murder weapons rubbed against Fen Tian's back, but her jade hands reached out to his hood.

Fen Tian was initially furious at being teased, but when he saw that she was about to pull down his hood, he reached out and grabbed her hand like lightning, with such strength that Coriler let out a half-truthful cry of pain. This was within her tolerance, but it was indeed painful.

"What are you doing?" Fen Tian said in a deep voice.

"I... I just want to see you." Coriler burst into tears, even though Fen Tian was wearing a hood, she had already seen his appearance clearly, but what she didn't understand was why he wouldn't take off the hood even if he did that with her, and the reason why she wanted to take it off was because she realized that taking off the hood would further open his defenses, and she could know more secrets.

Fen Tian turned around, looked at Ke Lier's pitiful appearance, and said, "You really want me to take it off?"

"Yeah." Coriler nodded, but then shook her head and said, "No, no, if you don't want to, forget it."

"Actually, it's nothing. Haven't you already seen it?" Fen Tian said, reaching out to take off the hood.

After taking off the hood, the hideous scar on his face was even more terrifying, like a centipede, shaking from time to time.

Coriler looked at him with fascinated eyes, and stretched out her little hand to touch him lightly.

Fen Tianxia consciously wanted to avoid it, but for some reason, Ke Lier's gentle gaze made his heart flutter slightly.

"It's really masculine. This is a scar that represents the glory of a man." Coriler said in admiration while stroking it.

Fen Tian felt intoxicated, this was the first time he took off his hood in front of a woman, and was praised so much by her.

However, when she said that the scar was a scar of glory, his heart ached, and some embarrassing memories resurfaced in his mind.

"This is not glory, this is disgrace." Fen Tian said as he pushed Coriler and turned around, pressed down her waist, let her buttocks tilt up, and then stabbed hard.

After a long time, Fen Tian finished venting, the depression in his heart dissipated, and he put on the hood again.

Coriler lay down softly and powerlessly, and suddenly said quietly: "Boss, recently that Lasuo always looks at me with disgusting eyes, and even smiles shamelessly at me."

"You're so coquettish, it's a man who has a crush on you." Fen Tian said indifferently, the strange thing is that he feels about Coriler like some open tribal men feel about their own women. Others admire and adore her, but he thinks it should be.

"I hate it. Even though it is like this, I still don't like him. He always deliberately strikes up a conversation with me. Last time, he asked me if there is any secret about the witch statue enshrined by my tribe." Coriler pretended to be casual.

Fen Tian's gaze suddenly became serious, as if someone had touched his reverse scale. (To be continued.)