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Chapter 798【797】Framing

After half an hour.

Cheng Han "forcibly demolished" the second medium-sized tribe.

The method of forced demolition is very simple.

"Boom!"

A super thorn vine, 500 meters long and 20 meters thick, burst out of the ground and stood at the edge of the tribe like a giant pillar.

An earthquake immediately occurred throughout the tribe.

A large number of houses were cracked and cracks appeared on the road surface.

At that moment.

The chief elder of the tribe looked at this scene, his eyes filled with shock.

In his opinion.

This is definitely a power far beyond the limit of the Totem Master.

The great elder's mind instantly thought of a word - Totem King.

Subsequently.

The super thorn vine tilted at an angle and began to slowly fall down, pointing in the direction of the totem pole in the center of the tribe.

The great elder didn't even hesitate for a second before making a decision - run away!
The tribe doesn’t want it anymore!
The Great Elder doesn’t want it either!
An illusion flashed behind this person, and instantly condensed into a pair of illusory butterfly wings, flying towards the distant dense forest at the fastest speed.

but.

The so-called "fastest speed" is only 50 meters per second, which is far lower than the level of the Mystic Master of the Wanhao Clan.

This is enough to prove how serious the disadvantages of relying too much on external things are.

The great elder had only flown less than 50 meters when he felt a strong sense of crisis.

While he was descending in an emergency, trying to avoid behind a building, he turned his head and looked behind him.

this moment.

The great elder saw the thorn vine shaking.

Thousands of sharp spikes shot towards this side rapidly.

"Woo! Woo!"

Screams filled the sky.

Each spike is over two meters long, almost indistinguishable from a spear.

But their speed is not very fast, only about twice the speed of sound.

Although there are many of them, the Great Elder is confident that he can escape them.

next moment.

The man's face changed drastically.

The spike suddenly flickered, and a white light appeared on its surface.

Their speed increased to an astonishing ten times the speed of sound.

Do the math.

That's three point four kilometers per second.

"Woo! Woo!"

The screams became even louder.

This was a terrifying speed beyond the great elder's imagination, and it was also a speed that made him tremble all over.

He really couldn't understand what methods the enemy used to make the spikes reach such speed.

The great elder roared angrily, and the shadow of the totem appeared, wrapping his body.

The tribe's totem pole evolved from an iron wall wood.

As the word "iron wall" suggests, iron wall wood is famous for its super hardness.

The great elder felt that the shadow of the totem should be able to block the spikes.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated.

After a moment.

The spikes passed a distance of 500 meters and accurately hit the totem shadow.

"Bang! Bang!"

There was a dense muffled sound.

The shadow of the totem was poked into a sieve, shook a few times and then disappeared.

The great elder's body was completely torn into pieces in an instant.

After half a minute.

"Boom!"

A loud bang.

The super thorn vine hit the ground heavily, leaving a deep ravine.

The tribe's iron-walled wooden totem pole was naturally crushed into pieces.

The area where the tribe is located experienced a more violent earthquake.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Severe earthquakes occurred one after another.

Houses collapsed one after another.

The Qingyang people fled in horror.

Such a sight.

It's like the end is coming.

Cheng Han saw his masterpiece completely through a halo of light.

His pity only lasted for a second, and his expression returned to indifference: "Only by destroying the tribe and the totem pole can the Dawn Tribe grow stronger.

"As long as the tribe's population reaches 30, I can use the law of aggregation to forcibly seize more of the world's will and be promoted to the Totem King."

According to the deduction results.

The strength of each totem pole is closely related to the tribe's population.

To put it simply, the more people who believe in the totem pole, the more the totem pole can break its shackles.

The principle is somewhat similar to the power of aggregation.

Under normal conditions.

Only when the tribe's population exceeds 150 million can it maintain a totem pole at the level of a totem king.

But Cheng Han has a way to significantly lower the limit, as long as 30 is enough.

5 minute later.

The thorn vines "thumped" the ground a few more times, turning the Iron Wall Tribe into a complete ruin, with no intact house in sight.

He smiled with satisfaction and quickly disappeared.

*
after an hour.

An illusory big bird quickly flew down from the sky, pointing directly at the ruins of the Iron Wall Tribe.

When the height dropped to 50 meters, the illusion dissipated, revealing the figure of a middle-aged green sheep man.

The pair of curved corners on this person's forehead are covered with extremely dense spiritual patterns.

The extraordinary fluctuations emanating from his body, although relatively obscure, are as deep as the ocean abyss.

"Snapped!"

The middle-aged Qingyang man's feet were firmly planted on the ground.

Next to him was a ravine left by the super thorn vine.

He stared at the long and deep ravine with a solemn expression: "It's very strong."

The middle-aged Qingyang man muttered with some confusion: "Judging from the traces, the person who took action should be the Totem King, but why is the residual fluctuation only at the level of the Venerable?"

He instinctively thought of one word: "Is it some powerful secret treasure?"

The middle-aged Qingyang man's eyes suddenly showed a hint of fire.

A secret treasure comparable to the King of Totems, it is absolutely priceless and cannot help but be tempting.but.

The middle-aged Qingyang man finally put away his greed: "Forget it! The Red-Eyed Clan has been very active recently. This might be a trap, so it's better to be careful."

Next.

The guy checked several more locations.

When the middle-aged Qingyang man saw a very deep hole and discovered that there was a thorn inside, his expression suddenly changed.

With his rich experience, he could identify at a glance that only at extremely high speeds could the spikes penetrate so deeply.

And at such a speed, even the Totem King would have difficulty achieving it.

The middle-aged Qingyang man was a little lucky: "Fortunately, I didn't catch up."

He made up his mind to stay in the tribe honestly during this time.

*
distance.

Next to a small lake.

Cheng Han suddenly had a feeling in his heart.

He quickly made a deduction and sighed regretfully: "I deliberately left my breath, but this guy didn't take the bait."

The middle-aged green sheep man who appeared next to the ruins was a totem king.

The reason why he left a few holes was just to catch a big fish.

Cheng Han decisively gave up the fishing plan: "The Totem King can use the power of the totem pole to temporarily let the Totem King of the Luanmu tribe go."

The so-called "Luanmu Tribe" is the only large tribe within a radius of [-] kilometers, and its leader is the Totem King.

If you want to integrate all the Qingyang people in this area and build an army to resist the insect swarm, the Luanmu tribe is an unavoidable goal.

Cheng Han moved his right hand and opened the space bag.

The corpse of a vampire appeared out of thin air.

This is a purple-blooded lord-level red-eyed clan, and it is also a trophy from his hunt for vampires.
There was still deep fear in the corpse's blood-red pupils.

"Buzz!"

The string trembled.

Cheng Han plucked the string of law.

Thousands of slender blood threads emerged from his body and instantly pierced into the corpse.

"boom!"

Both exploded together.

But the flesh and blood did not fly out, but turned into a bloody flesh ball.

"Boom! Boom!"

The sound of a strong heartbeat came from the flesh ball.

A quarter of an hour passed.

The meat ball exploded.

A crouched naked figure was revealed. The figure stretched its body and stood up from the bloody mess.

He has blood-red hair, blood-red pupils, and a pair of sharp fangs exposed from the corners of his mouth.

This is the iconic feature of the red-eyed tribe.

But he's not a vampire.

But Cheng Han.

This is the result of using the secret method of life to transform the life form into what it is.

He took a few steps towards the lake, looked at the shadows on the water, and said with a satisfied smile: "Isn't it accurate to frame the Red Eye Clan like this?"

This is a plan that has already been drawn up.

That is - as a vampire, slaughter various Qingyang tribes.

On the one hand, this is a frame-up for the Red-Eyed Clan, provoking conflicts between the two clans, and ultimately triggering a divine war.

On the other hand, this is to recruit people for the Dawn Tribe.

Kill two birds with one stone!
As a qualified conspirator, this is just a basic operation.

"Snapped!"

Cheng Han snapped his fingers.

A wisp of pale flame, the Fire of Hao Yan, appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground where the remaining flesh and blood of the hatched vampires were.

"call!"

The flames are blazing.

After blinking.

The flames disappeared.

Flesh and blood were gone too.

Not a single scorch mark could be seen in the surrounding vegetation and soil, nor was there any trace of extraordinary fluctuations left.

Cheng Han became more and more satisfied: "I have almost completely mastered the third-level Haoyan Fire now."

This super powerful extraordinary flame has been cultivated to such an extent that it exhibits a magical property - erasing the extraordinary aura.

exactly.

The fire of Haoyan can burn away the breath together, thus achieving the purpose of hiding oneself.

of course.

Based on the characteristic that “everything you walk through will leave traces”, it is impossible to incinerate 100% of it completely.

Only the aura left behind is very, very slight, and only a strong person at the level of a god general can find some clues by using tracking methods.

After a moment.

"puff!"

Cheng Han exploded into a cloud of purple mist, which flew close to the ground and flew to the other side of the lake.

Naturally, this was done deliberately to leave a vampire aura.

Just play!
Naturally, I want to make a complete set.

*
Cloudhawk Tribe.

Among the many Qingyang tribes, nearly [-]% use plants as totem poles.

The remaining [-]% is the animal totem.

the reason is simple.

The original source of totems is extraordinary creatures.

Extraordinary animals have their own will and are too difficult to tame, so animal totem poles are naturally rarer.

Corresponding to it.

Because the spirituality of extraordinary animals is closer to that of the Qingyang tribe, animal totems are often more powerful.

Among the several medium-sized tribes with a radius of hundreds of kilometers, the Cloud Eagle Tribe is the only tribe with animal totems and is also the most powerful tribe.

When the Qingyang people from other tribes pass by the Yunying tribe, they usually stay far away from the "Yunying Cliff" where the tribe is located.

noon.

Just when the smoke was curling up.

The accident happened suddenly.

"cracking!"

The screams of eagles suddenly echoed in the sky.

It sounds like the group of Cloud Eagles raised at Yunying Cliff were attacked by foreign enemies.

Many Qingyang civilians looked up at the sky and immediately saw an astonishing scene.

A strange purple mist was seen flying rapidly in the sky, chasing the cloud eagles.

Every time Ziwu gets close to a Cloud Eagle, it will shoot out a flying arrow.

When the Cloud Eagle is hit by a flying arrow, it will explode with a "pop" sound, and a rain of flesh and blood will follow from the sky.

Anyone who saw this scene immediately realized one thing - something big was about to happen.

(End of this chapter)