The Ancient Vast Realm

While the two brothers were planning to refine and sell this secret soul medicine, Bai Yu Feizhou slowly came to a devastated battlefield.

"This is?"

Looking at the brown earth below that has been plowed several times, there are many huge skeletons with shaved flesh and blood on the earth. The strong smell of blood almost goes straight into the sky, but the evil spirit contained in it is Even the vultures on the other side didn't want to get close at will.

The battlefield was huge. It was not only limited to the walls of the Baling tribe, but even spread far away. Some of the hills that Feng Xuan had memories of were now gone and had been razed to the ground.

The fishy smell and the different colors of the soil all indicate that this place must have been reshaped to become what it is.

Seeing this scene, Feng Xuan was a little surprised. Is this still the Baling tribe he had visited before? Compared with the Baling tribe in his memory, it was almost completely different.

As Feng Xuan and Feng Xuan slowly landed on the giant feather, several familiar figures came towards them below, and the leader was none other than the leader of the Baling tribe, Dongling Xiaoshi, who they had met several times.

"Donngling Xiaoshi, I have met your two highnesses."

Seeing Feng Xuan and the others approaching, Dongling Xiaoshi quickly stepped forward and bowed slightly with respect.

At this time, Dongling Xiaoshi not only admired the identity of the two people, but also felt extremely grateful for their actions and in awe of their strength.

As a supporter of this magical disaster in the eastern part of Qishan, Dongling Xiaoshi is very aware of the risks involved. It can be said that if it were not for the efforts of Feng Xuan and others, I am afraid that the entire Qishan would have fallen long ago, and even the land of Canglan would have become a They were in a new demon nest, and the role of his group was negligible, and they could not determine any key points at all.

Not only Yin Mo, who was a strong man in the fourth realm, but also Feng Xuan's strength made him admire him. This was what he saw with his own eyes.

“Leader Xiaoshi doesn’t have to be like this.”

Seeing Dong Lingxiao Shitou's behavior, Feng Xuan was slightly startled and quickly helped him up.

"Thanks to your two highnesses this time, otherwise I, the human race in Canglan Land, would probably..."

Dongling Xiaoshi was about to say something, but was interrupted by Feng Xuan who shook his head.

"Chief Xiaoshi, you can't say this. I am also from Qishan, and my tribe and relatives are also in Qishan. Things in Qishan are my business. It is too serious to say this."

Feng Xuan's face was solemn, and he didn't feel proud at all. He knew very well that he was just a small part of the reason why this demonic disaster could be solved smoothly. What really determined the success or failure of this time was strength.

If it weren't for the existence of his senior brother, the existence of Lord Qishan, and the sudden appearance of Meng Qi and the strong man Lemus of the Holy Wing Tribe, even he would have been unable to save his life and could only watch helplessly.

The two parties briefly negotiated for a while, and Feng Xuan no longer dwelled on the matter, but looked directly behind Dongling Xiaoshi, or more precisely at Dongling Poshan behind Dongling Xiaoshi, a pair of brows suddenly appeared. Wrinkled slightly.

"Brother Poshan, you..."

Looking at Dongling Poshan's missing eye and ear, as well as the scars that had not yet healed, Feng Xuan felt a little touched in his heart.

"It's a small problem. Nothing goes smoothly on the battlefield. It's good to be able to save one life."

Dongling Poshan subconsciously touched his somewhat dry eye sockets, waved his other hand carelessly, and said haha ​​while baring his teeth.

"Alas, this matter is my problem. I guessed wrong."

At this moment, an old voice came, and everyone followed the sound, only to see an old man in white robe slowly flying slowly from the direction of the tribe, and this man was the great witch priest of the Baling tribe - Bayi Yuanbai.

"Your Highnesses, Yuan Bai is polite."

Bayi Yuanbai was about to bend down to salute, but Feng Xuan, who had been prepared for it, hurried forward and stopped him, asking the Baling Great Witch Sacrifice, who had guarded the entire Qishan Mountain for who knows how many years, to salute him. How could he do this? Can't do it.

"Yuanbai Great Witch Festival, what did you mean by those words before?"

Feng Xuan saw that Bayi Yuanbai seemed stubborn and wanted to take action, so he quickly interrupted.

"Oh, this matter, this matter is that I misestimated the scale of this beast tide, and also overestimated the current strength of the Baling tribe. This led to the death of so many good children in this disaster. This child Poshan It’s just because you work too hard that you look like this, especially Xiao Si, alas..."

Bayi Yuanbai looked around, with a deep sense of sadness in his old eyes.

It seemed that Bayi Yuanbai's words aroused everyone's excitement, and everyone including Dongling Xiaoshi suddenly became a little depressed.

This time the beast tide, the Baling tribe can be said to have encountered the biggest impact in the past thousand years. Thousands of tribal warriors were killed by the beast tide. Even the three leaders of the Baling tribe Dongling Si also died in the beast tide. In the battle against the beast tide.

"Great Witch Festival, where are you talking? This is the duty of our Baling tribe. If we don't stop this wave of beasts, if we let them attack and disperse, those weak tribes will have no chance of survival!

As for Uncle Si, even if he knew the outcome in advance, I believe he would still stand at the forefront of the battlefield without hesitation.

As warriors, as warriors who guard our human territory and our homeland, we are already prepared to die in every battle. Even if we die, we still have no regrets! "

Sensing everyone's strangeness and depressed mood, among the crowd, Dongling Poshan stood up with some excitement, waving his arms and saying.

Hearing this, Feng Xuan's heart suddenly shook, recalling the huge battlefield he saw above the clouds before. He was a little confused about why the battlefield was so large.

Hearing Dong Ling Po Shan's words at this time, he vaguely understood that it was probably the Baling tribe that blocked the largest beast tide in the entire Qishan, and even took the initiative to attract some beast tides here, the purpose was to concentrate and destroy them, otherwise once the beast tide dispersed and ran to all directions, those wandering tribes or some small tribes would not be able to survive the invasion of this beast tide.

Even in these words, Feng Xuan heard a bad news, that is, the third leader of the Baling tribe, Dong Lingsi, might have died in the battle.

When he thought of this, Feng Xuan suddenly felt that his memory was a little fuzzy, as if those words were still echoing in his ears.

"I'll take you here, Brother Feng. I hope we can meet again..."

"Live... on..."

...

When he thought of the man who had laughed and chatted with him, who was very optimistic about him and took the initiative to take him to the treasure house, and who encouraged him to live, he would never see him again. Even though the two were not too familiar with each other, even with Feng Xuan's current state of mind, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

"The dead are gone, and the living are like this"

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