Become a Fairy

Although the Tuoshi clan obtained the exercises he passed down, but the whole clan is only a few hundred people, and their foundation is too shallow. Even if they learned some methods of concealing aura in the exercises, under the eyes of Lu Xiaotian, those methods are not enough. .

"There are still 231 people in the other department. One hundred and thirty-seven people are injured." Pulli said.

"Tuo Jing died because he saved me." Lu Xiaotian said.

"The Yeshi tribe was born because of the saint. This time, when they came to look for the saint, the old man and the people of the clan had the will to die. It is his honor that Tuojing can die for the saint." Pulli and other tribesmen There was a burst of grief on his face, but the expression on Pulli's old face was extremely firm.

"Take me to see the wounded." Lu Xiaotian was a little surprised by the fanaticism and reverence of the Yeshi clan at the moment, but he didn't say much. Since this abandoned race chose him and was absolutely loyal to him, pull Yeshi It's okay to have a family. Even though Pulli didn't mention the hardships of getting here, it took more than a million miles to get here from their original location, and it took decades of work to trek here, which is difficult for people who are not determined. Especially now that people in the world of cultivating immortals are extremely complicated, the fact that the Yeshi clan can have such an obsession makes Lu Xiaotian feel a little bit unbelievable while being shocked.

So far, more than one-third of the team has been injured, not counting those who died on the way. One can imagine the horrific casualties of the Yeshi clan.

"The saint can only get out of trouble. If you are injured, you should rest for a while. The losses suffered by the tribe are in the past. As long as the saint can return safely, everything will be worth it." Pulli said hastily.

Lu Xiaotian shook his head, and if he didn't have the strength to pull back, his body flew straight towards the cave and flew into the clouds. With the effort of talking just now, Lu Xiaotian could control a little more blood power. Although it may take a long time to fully recover, but in this short moment of effort, it is not a big problem for him to round up and flatten a junior in the God Void Realm by himself. It's just that it's still far from its heyday.

"Let's go to rest, you can follow me." Lu Xiaotian ordered, and the speed increased a little again.

Seeing that he couldn't stop it, Ba Li hurriedly told the clansmen to go to work, when Lu Xiaocai arrived at the entrance of the cave, a burst of groans came to his ears, and there was also a pungent stench.

"Lizard snake poison?" Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes slightly. Apart from the wounds left by the attacks of the magic weapon of the demon clan, the hundred or so people of the Yeshi tribe were all poisoned by the poison of the demon lizard snake. In addition to the wounded who were dying of poisoning on the 10th, there were more than a hundred corpses that had already died of poisoning. This trip of the Yeshi tribe to the Blue Mirror Lake, the tragic casualties were beyond Lu Xiaotian's expectation!

"The Stone Clan on this page has such a strong temperament!" Thinking of the performance of Pulli and his party in front of his eyes just now, Lu Xiaotian was shocked again. Even with such a heavy casualty and price, they have nothing but pain A trace of regret. Affected by the curse for generations, this abandoned race has lost too many relatives and suffered too many deaths and injuries, but it has also created their iron will to struggle through life and death and suffering. Indifference to life and death, unyielding and resistance to fate. This seemingly weak tribe is alienated by most human races because of the shape of the mountain on the top of the head, and is not liked by the monster race. While pursuing the inheritance of the tribe, it also has a strong character, unyielding and fearless towards life and death!

"Holy One! We have found the Holy One!" Those wounded who saw Lu Xiaotian struggled to get up one after another, those with lesser injuries were able to get up, and some struggled halfway but fell back again. It's just that these people who have suffered so much, while hurting, are also happy.

"Don't move!" Lu Xiaotian stretched out his palm, and a dense force formed by the power of blood gang floated forward.

"The saint has not healed from his serious injury, no." The patriarch Ba Li panicked when he saw this, and quickly knelt down, "The saint recovers as soon as possible, so the efforts of the tribe will not be in vain."

"Back off! You all lie down and don't move." The second half of the sentence was addressed to the wounded. Lu Xiaotian's tone was flat, but with a bit of majesty that could not be opposed.

Letting the patriarch Ba Li say anything, the blood-colored mist in Lu Xiaotian's hand has already flown into the air, like a small blood-colored sun, making it impossible for the wounded of the Yeshi clan to look directly at it.

The blood-colored mist emitted streaks of blood-colored rays of light, shining on every injured person of the Leafstone tribe in the cave, and those who were more seriously injured received more blood-colored rays of light. Under the interweaving of blood-colored light, a stench suddenly oozes from the wounded in the cave, forming black sweat. After a while, the aura of these wounded became much more stable, and the aura of the dozens of wounded who were already dying gradually increased.

"Holy One, thank you Holy One for your grace of reinvention!" Patriarch Ba Li saw the scene in front of him with tears running down his face. The Yeshi tribe's temperament is as fierce as fire and they are not afraid of death, but that doesn't mean they don't yearn for death. Seeing the clansmen suffer in severe pain one by one, and one by one die in wailing, as the patriarch, pulling his heart hurts like a knife, but he has to be stronger than others. It wasn't until Lu Xiaotian showed up at this time that he pulled the one hundred or so people who he thought would die back from the gate of hell.

"Thank you for the saint's grace of reinvention." Many of those wounded were crying, and the Yeshi tribe traveled millions of miles, rolling all the way to the Blue Mirror Lake, so many people can survive, isn't it? It depends on how strong they are. In the case of low realm and weak strength, they can come here. In addition to luck, they are more able to endure humiliation, suffer from the eyes of some forces, and endure the death of their clansmen. .

The Yeshi people have a strong temperament, and they can also endure humiliation for their goals. In the face of the enemy, they die without fear. The saint is still the saint, the saint who does not despise them and saves the Yeshi clan from the fire and water! In front of the saint, their fragile and helpless side was completely exposed. The saint in front of them is the only one they can vent their feelings on but they don't dislike the Shashi clan, no, it's the saint of the Shashi clan!

"Since you respect me as holy, from now on, the Yeshi tribe will be my tribe. The Yeshi tribe will not fail me, and I will live up to the Yeshi tribe as long as I live!" The cloud of blood dissipated completely, and Lu Xiaotian's face turned pale. , before recovering from their injuries, they forcibly detoxified these Yeshi clansmen, which delayed the recovery process a little. But in this situation, Lu Xiaotian couldn't hold back the urge to make a move.

"The people of the Yeshi tribe will never fail the saints. If they violate it, they will be abandoned by both humans and gods, and they will never be resurrected!" After hearing Lu Xiaotian's words, the tearful patriarch Ba Li couldn't help being emotional, and even his voice trembled stand up.