At night, the Qingyang Mountains became a little lively.
Women stood in the dancing firelight and looked forward eagerly.
When they saw the clan soldiers returning with blood all over their bodies, they looked back and forth nervously.
Seeing the return of her man among the blood-stained clan soldiers, the woman's worried look relaxed.
They were fighting bloody battles in the wilderness, and the difference between life and death was only a blink of an eye.
Even a strong man in the Shenzang realm could wander in the wilderness.
It can easily lead to death, so every time you go out, it is a kind of torture for the women in the clan.
Some people are happy but also sad.
The blood-stained man was held in the arms of women one after another.
No matter how they screamed, there was no life left.
Even the clan soldiers around them all had red eyes, standing side by side.
And Zhan Paoze was separated from life and death in a day.
The woman cried, her black hair stained with blood, and she still hugged the man in her arms tightly.
Where can there be peace in the wilderness?
For any warrior, every time he returns from an outing, he will feel like he is surviving a disaster.
Qingyang Huan also did not leave.
He followed his elder brother past every dead clan soldier.
Although he killed the Mu clan by surprise this time, the Qingyang clan also lost twenty-three clan soldiers and hundreds of others were injured.
"Uncle" Qing Yanghuan hummed softly.
This was a middle-aged man with a big hole in his chest.
He grabbed his bloody hand and called softly, but he could no longer wake the man up.
In front of the middle-aged man was a teenage boy, kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.
Soon, the twenty-three dead clan soldiers were gathered into wooden coffins, and they would be buried deep in the Qingyang Mountains tomorrow.
After settling everything, Qingyang Huan and his eldest brother headed towards the clan palace.
"The heart of a thousand-year-old tree, good stuff" In the clan palace, Qingyang Jue held the green thousand-year-old tree heart in his hand, his eyes flashing with excitement.
"Great Elder, your decades-old injuries have been cured.
You can use the essence of the plants and trees in the heart of the tree to replenish your body.
If you take another step forward, I, the Qingyang Sect, will take another step forward."
As he spoke, Qingyangjue handed the tree heart in his hand to the great elder, and at this moment, the great elder's cloudy eyes were also flashing with excitement.
He is now over 100 years old, and his body and energy have begun to decline.
If nothing happens, in more than ten years, even his cultivation at the peak of Shenzang Realm will completely decline.
In fact, this was the reason why the Qingyang clan desperately strangled them after finding out about the Wood clan.
The great elder really needed the healing medicine too much.
Treasure medicine is hard to find in the wilderness.
After ordinary clan soldiers are injured, the clan just grinds and boils animal bones and turns them into healing powder.
It is applied directly to the external injuries.
There is nothing that can be done about such injuries caused by many years, but now it is saw hope "Qingyang Mountain, you can handle the affairs of the clan for the time being these days.
I will assist the great elder in seclusion to refine the essence of grass and trees.
Our Qingyang clan will produce another powerful soul-catching spirit.
When the time comes, let the surrounding Langyun and Fire Dragons Stay away” The Qingyanghuan brothers were not surprised at all by Qingyangjue's words.
Their father was too familiar with them, and they would feel at ease only if they had something in their hands.
As the saying goes, father and son are one, Qingyang Huan's character of not letting go when he sees an opportunity was passed down to his father.
The worst thing to say is that when an opportunity comes, he will take advantage of it.
He must hold it in his hands and get the real thing to feel at ease.
The most powerful thing about a wolf, apart from its ruthlessness, is its perseverance.
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If it doesn't work once, it will be the next, until it bites the meat into its mouth.
But this time, the Qingyang tribe won a complete victory with one blow.
"This retreat will take some days.
Be careful when you go out.
I don't want a white-haired person to send a black-haired person away."
Speaking of this, Qingyangjue's eyes fell on Qingyanghuan.
Although the words were not pleasant, he had long been accustomed to his father's roughness.
The most important thing was that he would not have to go out secretly next time.
"This time the old man gave Huan'er a chance.
My child, remember that the Qingyang clan is your home.
Your enemies on the road in the future will be the enemies of the entire Qingyang.
Each of Qingyang's 30,000 tribesmen will bite them in one bite. flesh."
Patting Qingyang Huan again, the elder stood up and walked towards the outside of the clan hall.
"Also, little boy, when you took out that magic formula the day before yesterday, your father and I will not ask where it comes from.
I will go into seclusion right now.
If you are lucky enough to be promoted to the spirit-catching realm after you get out of seclusion, I will be your protector. , Qingyang's seed is planted in this ancient land of Lashan.
If anyone dares to do something evil, I will drag him with me even if he dies."
"Grandpa Elder" Looking at the elder's stooped back, Qingyanghuan's nose felt sour, but he saw the old man burst into laughter.
"Little boy, just remember that Shili Qingyang Mountain is your home.
Your enemy is the enemy of the entire Qingyang, and the safety of the entire Qingyang is your responsibility."
Qingyang Jue followed the great elder out of the clan hall and disappeared into the night.
Only two brothers were left in the hall.
"Big brother" Qingyanghuan looked at his brother and saw the young man smiling innocently.
"Little brother, your enemy is also the enemy of the elder brother."
Although he didn't say it clearly, since Qingyang Huan took out the magic formula the day before yesterday and manifested the killing bone pattern, Qingyang Jue and the great elder naturally noticed the difference.
Real geniuses will not be buried in small places.
From that moment they understood that the thousands of miles of Qingyang Mountains could not trap Qingyang Huan.
However, the Qingyang clan, which seems to dominate thousands of miles, has a great reputation, but it only has some prestige in the ancient land of Lashan.
Even so, Dad and the first elder made their attitude clear with simple words.
"Little brother, my father said that with the blood essence that I returned from hunting today, you should first choose to temper your body, enter the extreme realm of body casting as soon as possible, and derive the power of the dragon.
The Qingyang clan will do its best to support you in your future cultivation.
Qingyang will try its best to provide you with whatever you need."
Previously, Qingyang Huan had rebuilt himself and wanted to enter the extreme realm of casting within two years.
He also informed his father and the great elder.
Obviously, the two masters of Qingyang had already made a decision and wanted to fully support him.
"Brother, I'm going to practice."
He was about to say something, but he stopped when he reached his mouth.
Qingyang Huan said to his eldest brother and walked out of the hall.
Needless to say, Qingyang is where he grew up.
This is his tribe, his people, and his relatives.
After coming out of the clan hall, he went straight to the place where the blood bones of the Wood clan were placed.
He didn't care about the surrounding environment.
He sat cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, bathed in the starlight, and began to absorb the essence of the blood and energy belonging to the Wood clan.
The martial arts casting realm is essentially the tempering of one's own body, the condensation of the essence of flesh, blood, and blood.
Naturally, the higher the degree of condensation, the stronger one becomes.
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Wisps of pure blood were drawn out and penetrated into the body along the pores.
The blood of the Wood Clan is indeed extremely warm, with traces of blood passing through the depths of the flesh without the violent sting.
All this blood energy has been accumulated in his body, and he has not begun to condense flesh and blood.
After he has accumulated it to an extreme, he will use the killing bone marks in his body to stimulate the flesh and blood that penetrates the whole body in one fell swoop.
The warm blood seeped into the body and turned into balls of blood.
Soon a light of blood emerged from under the beast's robe, like a wrinkled body showing rough lines.
The Qingyang Clan is ready to fully support him in improving his strength, and he has no resistance to this.
From the moment he was born, he has enjoyed the best treatment from the Qingyang Clan because he is the young master of the Qingyang Clan.
Similarly, because he is the young master of the Qingyang tribe, protecting Qingyang has been unknowingly imprinted in his heart since he was ignorant of the past.
The premise of all this is to improve his strength: