Gou cultivates immortality in the wizarding world

Chapter 132 The Holy Mountain Comes, The Barbarians Fight Again!
There is a saying that the law does not blame the public.

If everyone is dragged into the water, even if the people in the holy mountain are investigated after the incident, the four major clans will be able to deal with it and reduce the punishment.

In the barbarian tribe with backward development, ordinary barbarians don't have much brains.

But the barbarians who can become the patriarchs of various clans have bright heads, and they are also the most powerful practitioners in the clan.

If there is no certain ability and brains, how can these barbarians stand out among the weak and strong, and the competition encourages the barbarians to become the chief of the tribe and hold great power.

The decision to retreat was made, and the patriarchs of many barbarian tribes looked at each other by the dark green bonfire, and they all saw the relief in each other's eyes.

The heavy atmosphere slowly eased down.

The night was long, and the discussions around the green bonfire continued until dawn.

In the end, Chonghu, the patriarch of the most powerful Human tribe, stepped forward to finalize the retreat charter of the Barbarian tribe.

As the sky was getting brighter, the barbarian patriarchs returned to their tribes and informed their barbarians to pack up their things and prepare to retreat.

According to Chong Hu's plan, the barbarians will clean up today and evacuate tomorrow.

Once a decision is made, act quickly.

In order not to be caught by the Hongye Society on the opposite side, and find them retreating, they will chase after them.

Thinking of the monsters of the Red Leaf Society, ghost soldiers, and the barbarian tribe who were frightened by beatings, no barbarian is willing to face those desperate ghosts again.

For the sake of his life, the barbarians packed their bags very quickly.

After half a day's work, the camp has been tidied up.

"Erlang, for the rest of the day, let's rest well. I will set off immediately tomorrow morning and return to my hometown!"

The patriarchs of various barbarian tribes encouraged the barbarians in the tribe.

They could finally leave this damned place, and no longer have to face the terrifying masters of the Daxuan Dynasty. The ordinary barbarians cheered when they heard the retreat order from the patriarch Qing.

In this large-scale war, apart from being caught off guard by beating the Hongye Society in the early stage and enjoying a little sweetness, they were defeated all the way by the ghosts of the Hongye Society.

The loss was heavy. If the barbarians were not familiar with the mountains and forests, and their camp was far away from the two cities, the Hongye Society would not dare to go up into the mountains and chase the barbarians. I am afraid they would have been wiped out by the Hongye Society long ago.

They are afraid of the Red Leaf Society, and they are also afraid of the Holy Mountain.

The barbarian tribe has been subjected to the brutal rule of the holy mountain for many years, and the fear of the holy mountain has already been engraved in their blood and bone marrow.

Attacking the Red Leaf Society would at most mean death in battle, but if you offended the envoys from the Holy Mountain, life would be worse than death.

In this fear, the barbarian tribe persisted until now.

But now, the barbarian tribe can no longer hold on, and would rather accept the punishment of the holy mountain than all their tribesmen, all of them here.

However, just as the cheers of ordinary barbarians from the barbarian tribe resounded through the camp, a cloud of black smoke suddenly appeared in the bright sky, followed by a strong smell of blood in the air.

Even the barbarians in the camp were used to seeing blood, so they were all dizzy and in a trance after being smelled by the smell, as if they were in a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Immediately, the barbarian camp, which was lively just now, became quiet in an instant.

All the barbarians stood there dumbfounded as if they had been immobilized.

The surrounding air temperature is not high, but the sweat on the forehead can't stop flowing down.

The faces of the barbarian patriarchs of the four major tribes also changed drastically.

Hastily walked out of the tent, looked at the red clouds rolling towards the sky in unison, all of them looked gloomy like water, and the savage heavy tiger murmured to himself:

"It's over, it's over!"

Covering the sky with red clouds is an extremely iconic spell of Wanshanmeng.

Seeing a red cloud is like seeing a holy mountain.

The envoys from the Holy Mountain have arrived, and the barbarians who are about to retreat may be doomed.

Chonghu didn't know why the envoys from the holy mountain came here, but he also knew that they were about to suffer bad luck.

Sure enough, as soon as Chonghu finished speaking, he saw a coquettish woman covered in red with a tulle face appearing on the wall of the barbarian camp wrapped in a cloud of blood.

Beside her, flags and flags fluttered in the wind.

The woman in red sets off her majesty and majesty.

The woman in red was condescending, looking down at the barbarians standing there with cold eyes, her red lips were slightly parted, and a cold voice came from it:
"Aren't you quite happy just now, why are you not happy to see me, the envoy from the holy mountain?"

Hearing this, Chonghu, the patriarch of the Human tribe, felt his heart skip a beat.

The red-clothed envoy from the holy mountain obviously knew of their decision to retreat from the commotion in the camp just now.

The envoys who came down from the holy mountain were all transcendent and powerful.

To the emissary of the holy mountain, such a little arrangement in the barbarian camp is just paper.

As soon as these words came out, the envoy from the holy mountain was obviously preparing to condemn them.

Chonghu walked out quickly, just about to open his mouth to explain to the envoy from the holy mountain.

Talk about his relationship with the holy mountain, or beg for forgiveness.
However, before Chonghu could say anything, the woman in red had already said something that made him feel cold from head to toe.

"I, Qiu Hongyi, am not a stingy person. You should be the ones celebrating my arrival just now. If that's the case, let's continue dancing and playing music!"

Saying that, Qiu Hongyi took out a palm-sized snare drum out of nowhere.

The snare drum is framed by white bones, and on the left side of the red leather, runes flash on it, shining with breathtaking power, obviously it is not an ordinary thing.

Waving her jade hand, Qiu Hongyi tapped lightly.

Boom boom boom!
Although the drum is small, its sound is exceptionally loud.

"It's not good, it's the blood savage's heart, hurry up, everyone put down the things in your hands, and cover your ears quickly! Don't be confused by the sound of the drum, or something will happen!"

The head of the Human patriarch, Chong Hu, was well-informed, and when he saw Qiu Hongyi taking out the red-faced small drum, he recognized the origin of the small drum, and quickly roared to warn the nearby barbarians.

The blood barbarian is full of evil intentions, and it is a famous barbarian magic weapon on the holy mountain.

The group attack magic weapon refined with the essence of countless flesh and blood corpses and the souls of wronged souls, the red skin snare drum in Qiu Hongyi's hand, has at least three magic weapon restrictions, it can definitely be called the best of the low-grade magic weapons.

A blood barbarian of this level is full of evil intentions, and then driven by the powerful Qiu Hongyi who has already built a spiritual realm, Chonghu can no longer imagine the power of this level of magic weapon.

At this moment, he didn't care about the laws of the holy mountain, so he could only do his best to protect his fellow tribesmen.

However, the number of ordinary barbarians that Chonghu can remind is limited, and even after hearing Chonghu's reminder, ordinary barbarians have already heard the drumbeat of blood barbarians.

Qiu Hongyi only tapped lightly, but the loud drum sound resounded throughout the barbarian camp.

As soon as the beating of the drums with breathtaking alien force entered their ears, all the barbarians suddenly felt a sense of bloodthirsty in their hearts, matching the smell of blood just now.

For a moment, this group of barbarians seemed to be really in the middle of a battlefield of swords and blood. With red eyes, they waved their fists indiscriminately at the barbarians around them.

In an instant, to the sound of Qiu Hongyi's drum, nearly ten thousand barbarians in the entire barbarian camp violently started killing each other.

Dancing with her hands and feet, in line with her rhythmic drumming, as Qiu Hongyi said, it seemed that she was really dancing.

Fists and feet collided, and blood was scattered, as if at a banquet.

Looking at the crazy barbarians underground, an abnormal flush appeared on Qiu Hongyi's face, and she became excited. She beat the small drum in her hand louder and louder, and the rhythm became more and more crazy.

Qiu Hongyi thoroughly enjoys the joy of manipulating the life and death of others and making countless people go crazy for her.

Drum music interpretation, slowly reaching a climax.

It came to an end in a burst of high-pitched beats.

The drumming dissipated, and the strange drumming that enveloped the entire camp slowly dissipated.

In the entire camp, the barbarians who were killing each other woke up from the severe pain and looked at the miserable scene around them in disbelief.

Countless people of the same race wailed in pain.

The former friends and comrades-in-arms are now fragmented corpses, falling to the ground in desolation, with blood staining a large area of ​​land.

The smell of blood pervading the camp became even stronger.

As strong as a heavy tiger, a ferocious tiger and beast soul shield barely resisted Hongye's weird drumbeat, and there were several barbarian corpses beside him.

They were all crazy barbarians. When they attacked him, they were killed by heavy tigers.

After experiencing Qiu Hongyi's drumming attack, although Chonghu was not injured at this time, there was a trace of desperation on his face.

He has always claimed to be the most powerful barbarian warrior in the barbarian tribe, but after experiencing Qiu Hongyi's strength today, he found that his strength is simply a joke.

So what if he was the strongest among the barbarians, but in the eyes of the envoy of the holy mountain, he was still an insignificant ant.

After the sound of the drum, Chonghu lowered his high head, never daring to look directly at Qiu Hongyi again.

It doesn't matter that Chonghu has connections in the holy mountain, in front of the powerful Qiu Hongyi, he is at best a dog.

After playing the drum music, Qiu Hongyi floated down amidst the wailing sounds of the barbarians and the smell of blood all over the place, and came to the heads of many barbarian tribes. She said in a cold tone:
"I came here for only half one thing, and that is to bring you a bunch of trash and take down the two cities of the Red Leaf Society! Do you understand?"

As soon as these words came out, all the barbarian patriarchs responded in unison, flattering them with all their might.

"Understood, understood, the envoy makes a move, and we will return with a big victory!"

"Follow the footsteps of the messenger, the red leaves will be at your fingertips"

Even Chong Hu joined the ranks of praising Qiu Hongyi and licking her stinky feet.

Just now, Qiu Hongyi has established absolute prestige among the barbarian tribes.

Everyone's life is in her hands.

Even if they have countless dissatisfaction in their hearts, they absolutely dare not show the slightest bit.

Qiu Hongyi's eyes swept across these smiling barbarian patriarchs, not paying any attention to the true emotions in their hearts.

Her master taught her that force is always the greatest power and the loudest voice.

"Master is right!" Qiu Hongyi said inwardly.

At the same time, he ordered the barbarian patriarch to send his subordinates to bring the barbarians who died in the camp just now and were seriously injured and could not be healed.

The barbarian tribe led the way.

Not long after, a large mountain of corpses piled up in a corner of the barbarian camp.

Blood flowed like rivers, and seriously injured barbarians were thrown on the mountain of corpses, howling in pain.

A quick count shows that there are at least two to three thousand barbarians on this hill.

That is to say, Qiu Hongyi wiped out [-]% of the barbarians in the barbarian camp with just one drum beat, the extent of the killing was evident.

Surrounded by the chiefs of the barbarian tribe, Qiu Hongyi came to the foot of the mountain of corpses, surrounded by countless ordinary barbarians.

It seems that he wants to show his methods to the barbarians.

I saw that Qiu Hongyi's heart moved, and a blood-red cloud suddenly floated behind him, and the red cloud enveloped the mountain of barbarian corpses.

There were bursts of strange, penetrating friction sounds.

The barbarian corpses on the corpse mountain slowly stood up, dripping blood all over their bodies, walked down the corpse mountain, turned into bloody puppets, and stood behind Qiu Hongyi.

When the mountain of corpses disappeared, a blood-colored army, about three thousand in number, appeared behind Qiu Hongyi.

The astonishing spread of evil spirit caused the surrounding barbarians to take several steps back in unison.

Looking at the bloody army, they felt like they were facing the ghosts of the Hongye Society again.

I shuddered and felt cold all over.

"Everyone, what is the strength of my army of blood corpses?"

Qiu Hongyi once again showed her strength.

Let the barbarians who are afraid of her and afraid of her, in the endless fear, arouse a trace of admiration for her.

Those who were trained by her were willing to kneel and lick Qiu Hongyi.

After a simple operation, she even won the hearts of the barbarians.

The Wanshan League has been training the barbarian tribes for a long time, and already has a wealth of means and experience in raising dogs.

After pulling out the camp, Qiu Hongyi led the barbarian tribe to attack Chuanhe City of the Hongye Society.

Qiu Hongyi also asked the barbarians to hunt nearby wild beasts, using the blood of the wild beasts to water her army of blood corpses, and cooperate with her refining to continuously increase the power of the army of blood corpses.

A few days passed, and Qiu Hongyi's army of blood corpses had grown monstrous and fierce.

Ordinary barbarians feel terrified just by staying next to the army of blood corpses.

Bang!
A ghost soldier, hiding behind the trees, spying on the menacing barbarian army.

Suddenly I heard a drumbeat,
Then the yin body collapsed, the soul flew away, and disappeared into the world.

At the place where the ghost soldiers died, Qiu Hongyi took the blood barbarian to make trouble, and led Chonghu and others to inspect the place.

"Reporter, this is a ghost soldier elaborately refined by the Hongye Society. It has the ability to detect and peep. Gathered in groups, it can form a large formation to jointly attack the enemy. We have attacked many times before, but we were all broken by these little things. Good thing!"

Chonghu turned into a dog licking dog, and explained to Qiu Hongyi what happened to them before.

"Hmph! I'm not you guys and these trash!"

Qiu Hongyi cast a disdainful glance at Chonghu, and said coldly.

"Since we have met the ghost soldier outpost of the Red Leaf Society, it seems that we are not far away from the Red Leaf Society. You should notify your clansmen as soon as possible, and carefully prepare for the battle with the Red Leaf Society!"

Qiu Hongyi left a sentence, and with a flick of her red clothes, she left in a hurry.

"Yes!" Chonghu and the others all took orders.

The ghost soldier died, and on the other side, Luo Xueqing, who controlled the ghost soldier, immediately received the news.

They also sent some ghost soldiers to investigate, and Luo Xueqing confirmed that the barbarian army was intending to stay in Chuanhe City.

It seems that there is something to rely on, and it is ready to launch a big war.

She quickly notified Yu Donglei to arrange to withdraw the members of the Red Leaf Society outside the two cities back to the city, to fortify the walls and clear the fields.

Prepare war materials, prepare to guard Chuanhe City, and show the barbarian army a little bit of strength.

At the same time, Luo Xueqing wanted to make sure everything was safe.

He also went to the mansion where Lu Feng retreated and notified Lu Feng.

(End of this chapter)