Devil Seeds

When those arrow feathers flew towards him, Wang Yu felt that his heart missed half a beat.

Although the fighters of the husband tribes are generally good at speed.

But these arrow feathers have a sure-fire effect. Wang Yu also witnessed before that a warrior with a powerful divine body could not completely avoid this deadly arrow. He only blocked its power, but he was still accidentally injured.

But at this time, from the center of the tribe of the Fu Zhu tribe, a beam of moon-white light flew at an extremely fast speed, and before the arrow feathers arrived, it firmly protected Wang Yu in the center.

Although those arrow feathers had a special magical effect, they still failed to pierce the protection of the moon-white beam of light.

"You actually used a rare source of divine power. It seems that you are very important."

"So, you are dead. Unless you never leave the tribe, you will definitely be shot." Said the god-body warrior of the Lulu tribe. Although his threat was simple, Wang Yu could hear the firmness in it.

Therefore, Wang Yu hates the barren people in the wild world. They are too upright and stubborn. Sometimes what they believe is extremely difficult to reverse.

Afterwards, these people retreated quickly, and the dense black mist that spread from the mountain forest that had been shrouded in darkness gradually engulfed all the fighters of the 鹸鵌tribe.

Many warriors galloping out from the tribes of the husbands, together with the warriors who had been raided here, looked at the spreading black mist with expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

The wild mountains and forests at night are extremely dangerous.

Therefore, unless they are those who can almost be called demigods, no one dares to stay in the mountains and forests at night.

The fighters of the Lulu tribe retreated so calmly, but they obviously didn't look like they were going to die.

Could it be that they are certain that they can survive safely in the mountains and forests at night?

Wang Yu walked out of the moon-white beam of light with regret on his face, but quickly walked out.

That beam of light was filled with a sacred and vast power, as if it had the same root as the powerful true blood divine power in his body, but it was much higher.

It seemed that in just a short while, he could comprehend some of the magic of this power and integrate it into his blood.

However, Wang Yu couldn't stay in this beam of light for long.

Because if he stays for too long without the impact and stimulation of external force, he will be completely melted in the moon-white beam of light and completely assimilated.

A crisis came quietly, but ended quietly.

The warriors of the Fu tribes did not understand that from this moment on, their living habits that had lasted for an unknown number of years would be completely changed.

Simple survival will no longer be the only theme. Their enemies are no longer only those wild beasts, but also their kind.

The mutual conquests between tribes will gradually become louder.

The encounters that naturally happened to Wang Yu are by no means all in the wild world.

But it symbolizes a new era, which is quietly opening.

Looking south from the Fuzhu tribe, I don't know how many miles I have passed.

I saw two crimson mountains piercing the sky, looking at each other like two flame giants.

Fuyang Mountain and Chengyan Mountain have stood opposite each other for hundreds of millions of years, overlooking the scorching forest at the foot like a sea of ​​fire.

However, between these two mountains, there is a stream of Yangshui glowing with golden light.

The Yangshui is long, and the golden bottom can sometimes be seen with dragon scales and crocodile lips. Under the seemingly calm river water, there are some towering scales and claws. Then a huge figure could be seen, suddenly jumped out of the water, snatched away the speeding wild beast, and dived into the bottom of the water again.

This place is close to the Flame Pole of Southern Xinjiang. According to legend, the Vulcan fell here when he smashed the sky pillar.

In such places, the sun bird no longer manages the sun and day and night.

The proud He would not even fly here, because maybe the heat here would make Him feel inferior.

In the fiery air, what flows is an inexhaustible fire.

Those giant trees that seemed to be burning all the time swayed in the wind, and would burn like flames and emit bright leaves, constantly scattered around.

At the roots of the red tree, there are large pieces of fiery spar buried.

They are condensed from pure fire elements, and some spars even retain the blood that fell when the Vulcan fell in the past.

As far as the eye can see.

It was as if everything was burning, the sky was burning, the earth was burning, the mountains were burning.

However, even in such a harsh environment, barren people still exist... Most of them are descendants of the former Vulcan.

And when Vulcan died, only such a place would have a place for them to stay.

These descendants of Vulcan mainly control fire and heat.

Very resistant to heat.

Even so, the source of water... is extremely important to the people, wild beasts, and animals living here.

The only flowing Yangshui that won't be dried up is the lifeblood of all living beings in a radius of thousands of miles.

Here, the original rules of the wild world no longer apply.

Because the tribes here, big and small, have never stopped fighting for the water source and the hunting grounds close to the water source.

Just like when the world is in chaos, there will always be some places that retain a rare peace.

When the entire wild world was relatively peaceful, this place has been fighting endlessly.

Naturally, on both sides of the Yang River, there are the most powerful and most combative warriors in the entire southern border. If anyone gets their allegiance, there will be a great possibility to gain an advantage in the future battle of the Central Plains .

If there are monks born here, then they must be lucky but unlucky.

At this moment... on the rocky beach opposite Fengyu Tribe, there is a tall stone pillar erected at this moment.

A pregnant woman was only wrapped in ragged leaves and hung on a high stone pillar, letting the hot air and flowing flames around her ruthlessly whip and roast her.

Even the barren people living here are exceptionally resistant to heat and dryness, but this woman has been hanging for an unknown amount of time, her lips are completely dry and cracked, and the skin on her body also has marks like cracks in a river bed.

She seemed to be dying.

But there is also a strong belief that supports her and keeps her alive.

She and the child in her womb are sacrifices.

This is a woman and child sacrificed to the God of Yangshui.

After the celestial pillar is broken, the gods cannot manifest in the human world.

And the power of the gods, if they want to show their appearance in the human world, they must have blood descendants, perform sacrifices in the human world and serve as coordinate transmission.

The God of Yangshui is naturally in the God Realm, and the Yangshui tribe between these two mountains has been destroyed for many years.

In order to maintain this river of life, the desolate people on both sides of the Yangshui River will sacrifice pregnant women who have lost their husbands.

Let the children in their womb receive the essence of Yangshui, transform their blood vessels, and become the descendants of the God of Yangshui.

Thereby maintaining the power of the God of Yangshui in the human world, so that this golden Yangshui will not be cut off.

Naturally... Sacrifice is not easy.

To cleanse the original blood, pregnant women must be roasted on stone pillars for ten days and ten nights.

Until the Yangshui rippled, and it rained on the rocky beach.

Under the rainwater, the child in the pregnant woman's womb will become the descendant of the God of Yangshui.

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