In the tribe, golden light shone like rain, and then a thin mist flowed.

The mist filled the place, decorating it like a fairyland, which made the people of the Bamboo Tribe feel a lot less pressure, but the wild boars were a little panicked.

At this time, in the wild boar's vision, the world was vast, as if it was in a vast tide of fog. The wild boar had only strength but had nowhere to play.

The fog has no effect on the tribe people. In the eyes of the tribe people, you can see the wild boars losing their souls all at once. They are all stupid and do not know how to resist, and they are stiff in the fog tide, as if they have turned into stone statues.

The wild boar is indeed thick in skin and flesh, but as long as you don’t resist, it will be a big pile of wild boar meat.

The bamboo knife was fierce and slashed horizontally. The wild boar snorted and fell to the ground, tragically dead.

With the increase in the number of wild boars, some wild boars have indeed awakened in such a crisis. Although seeing the pig brothers die strangely, it cannot make other wild boars retreat, and it also stimulates the ferociousness.

The wild boar made a whispering cry, and his eyes were red. The scattered wild boars gathered together like moving city walls, but what's the use? No matter how powerful it is, they are wild animals.

Wild boars died suddenly, and their essence and blood were stripped away. The wild boars were originally full of flesh and blood, but after they died, they seemed to be dried, hard and turned into a large piece of old bacon.

"Totem, totem, totem..."

A series of shouts sounded like thunder.

That was the fanatical cry of the tribes, and the totem appeared. In saving the tribes, a spirit butterfly could be seen in the long rain of light. It danced gracefully, bringing the deepest memories to the tribes. This scene will inevitably become a legend praised by the tribes in the years to come.

What was originally very ordinary was bit by lace in time, gradually distorted, but it was also contaminated with divinity. In such a story, the butterfly turned into the faith of generations of tribes and became the indelible ball of fire, like the sun of the divine, shining over the tribe.

The incense and the will of the will surge, and the people of the tribes were as the source, just like they rose against the current and turned into a brilliant torrent.

The golden light fell on Ye Chen with all his heart.

Loomingly, the spirit butterfly danced in the rain of light, like bathing in eternal flames.

Ye Chen got a lot of benefits, and the incense power he consumed was quickly replenished, and he still had surplus.

Many wild boars were killed and injured, and the bloody smell in the air became stronger and stronger.

At this moment, the young and strong people who were chasing the wild boar rushed back, and it was a bit late.

"Why did you come?"

The witch was very angry. It was so ridiculous that she had to wait until all the people left in the tribe died before returning? It was simply outrageous. No matter how much reason was, it was very infuriating.

As soon as Wu finished speaking, his face changed. After the many young and strong people approached, they combined with the wisps of golden light that were circulating around him and changed.

All of the golden lights are incense and vows, and they have sacred aura, which makes this place look like a divine land.

Wherever Qingshang passed, there was a thin layer of ice on the ground, which was almost withered. The witch felt ominous in her heart. Looking carefully, she found that the greenshangshang were shrouded in golden light, without any sacredness. Instead, it seemed that the disguise was removed, and there was a surging black air on her body.

Wu's old body shook, feeling a little panicked, "Are you all dead?"

The sound was dry and full of despair.

If all the young and strong people are lost in the tribe, only the old and the weak are left, then there will be no hope for them.

The witch hoped that his judgment was wrong, so she looked at Ye Chen with a gaze.

Ye Chen was speechless, his heart trembled, his face looked a little ugly, and this result was something Ye Chen did not expect.

External crises occurred earlier than expected.

If all these people are dead, then what is the purpose of coming to the tribe at this time? It goes without saying.

In the secret, I am afraid there are still people with bad intentions who are eyeing each other.

Ye Chen had a cold hand and feet. He stared at the young and strong, and then looked carefully before he said dryly: "I'm all dead."

This said, the witch seemed to be ten years older and suffered a great blow, and the surviving old and weak in the tribe were even crying.

The only remaining young and strong people in the clan are the hope of the tribe, the only remaining fire seed, but now it is extinguished.

The crying not only contains the pain of losing people, but also the confusion about the future.

The wild boars were killed and injured, and they were not a big problem at the moment, but what could this be? The old and weak no longer kept their vigilance, fell to the ground, and were distracted from the sky.

"No matter who it is, there will be a price."

Wu Hensheng said, "It's broken the hope of my tribe. Even if it's a peerless demon, it should be damned."

Ye Chen is in a bad mood. Alas, I miscalculated it. Is the tribe really going to be over?

"How could these young and strong people die so quickly?"

Ye Chen's head was a little confused, but he used the incense power to use his incense. Ye Chen did feel the coldness of those young and strong bodies that were not human. It was a monster and a ghost.

Ye Chen hesitated for a moment, and still turned the incense vows into the sky, trying to sweep away the young and strong.

To be honest, Ye Chen's full force will not cause much trouble. Before this, he wanted to consider the strength of the tribe and have a clearer understanding of the tribe's people, so he stopped.

But now looking at it, this clown is actually me? Ye Chen felt unbelievable.

"No, something is wrong."

Ye Chen was leisurely seeing a mysterious place in the sea of ​​rules, a white lotus was swallowing and spitting out the chaotic aura and growing vigorously. At this time, a crystal white light was spitting out, as if it was practicing in the sky, piercing through infinite time and space and falling on Ye Chen.

"boom!"

In Ye Chen's heart, there was a roar of thunder.

Ye Chen woke up in an instant, and the incense will turn into gentle breeze and drizzle, no longer aiming to destroy those young men. He only saw a trace of golden light and warm like flowing water, falling on Qingqiang, dispelling the black air on Qingqiang's body bit by bit.

At this point, the young and strong people spit out black blood from their mouths and regained their consciousness.

"The patriarch, there are enemies, and the people from the Dove tribe plot against us."

The words of Tee were filled with annoyance, "We were worried that the wild boars would rush around in the tribe and lead some wild boars to run out of the tribe, but we didn't expect to be attacked."

"You're not dead?"

Wu was very surprised, and then looked at Ye Chen. He had to ask for authority in this kind of question.

Ye Chen nodded, "It's not dead, but it seems that the people of the Jiu tribe have really made a big move. I don't know what methods have been used to turn you into ghosts. If I hadn't been a little alert, I'd probably really burned you with a torch."
Chapter completed!