Record of Chaos

　　 The Cangsao tribe is a blood refining tribe of tens of thousands of people, of course, it is not that the wealth of a thousand taels of blood spirit stones can not be obtained. But these thousand taels of blood spirit stones are basically all of their wealth.

　　 Every year, they will have the most money after the new blood refining site is over. Correspondingly, when the migration is about to reach the destination and before the blood refining begins, it is when they are poorest.

　　 But the young master of the red thorns is the person they must change hands. Therefore, Moog ordered the whole family to search for the bottom of each household, as long as it is a blood spirit stone, it must be found, and the thousand taels will be collected at all costs.

　　 After a while, a basket filled with a hundred catties of blood spirit stones was sent to Goujiu. This pile of different shapes and colors, most of the blood spirit stones that looked old and impressed him deeply.

　　 "Master Xianzun, one thousand taels of blood spirit stones have been gathered, please take an inventory."

　　The blood spirit stones used by the demon cultivators who saw them in Liangjiecheng and Taibailin were all neatly cut into squares, and there was a brand on it to mark the weight and color. He really didn't see many such "primitive" blood spirit stones.

　　 At this moment, he really regretted it, wouldn't this blackmail completely search the Cangsao people, all starved to death in the wild? Then the evil he committed will be great.

　　 But the money is already in front of him, and he is not happy to accept it. This is an absolutely fair business that pays the money and delivers the goods. It is much more honest than his petty theft. He tried his best to pretend to be dismissive, slanted his eyes and glanced again, and said lightly:

　　 "No need to order. People you can take away."

　　 He throws a finger at the half-dead young master of the red thorns lying behind them, shakes his head, then flicks his sleeves, using the power of air escape. The white light flashed, and the blood spirit stones disappeared without a trace, and they were all moved into his fairy lotus by him.

　　 Several Cangsaw people with anger shining in their eyes walked in and dragged the bravery away. Their anger was not against Goujiu and others, but against the young master of this Redthorn tribe. The hands of this young master and his fellow clan were stained with the blood of Cangsao people.

　　 Moog breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Gouji took the pile of blood spirit stones. Although this one swept away all of his Cangsao clan, the demonic cultivators accepted his blood spirit stone and faintly stood on their side. And the key thing that passed through Zhuyang Gorge finally came to them. They still have a chance to control their own destiny.

　　 Cangsuoren carried the dangdan out with a stretcher, and countless Cangsuomen with fire-breathing eyes surrounded them. Many people wanted to immediately peel and cut him into blood spirit stones, anyway, the guys were already prepared. But Mugler ordered them to disperse and called the priest to heal him. In the tribe of blood refiners, priests also acted as doctors.

　　 Moog must keep the animal alive, and when it dies, it can’t be exchanged for the opportunity to pass through the Zhuyang Gorge.

　　 Goujiu heard a deep horn sounded outside, melodious and sad, and it formed a strong contrast with the cheerful drumbeat in front of them.

　　 After a while, the drums stopped, and the Cangsuo people dispersed after apologizing. Although their tent was still brightly lit, it was deserted a lot.

　　 They didn't stay in the tent anymore, but went outside to stroll around. Gouzhu saw that the Cangsuo people had gathered in the sound of the horn, and they were holding a funeral.

The Cangsaw people who survived the annihilation of the entire army in Zhuyang Gorge and resisted the first wave of red-haired baboons attacked them and formed a group on a piece of snow in the Silver Dragon Mountain Range, stacking the corpses and firewood of the same race Become a big pile.

　　 Many people died in the pit of Zhuyang Gorge, and the tribe also took the risk to carry these corpses back under Zhuyang Gorge. According to the practice of the blood refining tribe, even if these people who often migrated leave the cemetery, there will be no one to pay their respects, but they can't be thrown into the forest to be eaten by wild beasts, so just burn them in a fire.

　　 They have gone through the wild since they were young, and death is as common as eating. But it is also extraordinary that so many young and middle-aged people died at once. When the fire started, the sound of horns came and went, like a continuous whimper, echoing on the ridge of the vast snow-capped mountains.

　　 The heavy snow began to fall again, and the snowflakes fluttered and confused everyone's eyes, but they couldn't extinguish the crackling flames that piled up and burned with hundreds of corpses. They keep adding wood to the fire. The fire soared up like dancing, rolling up many black ashes and flying into the air.

　　 "Hmph... I went to kill all those **** in the canyon!" The more he looked at Mumu, the more upset he became. He was a hunter since he was a child. In his eyes, the hunter and the hunter met in the mountains. They were friends and not enemies. They should take care of each other. But the hunter shot the hunter, that is the dregs of a beast.

　　 "Well, we are going, but you have to listen to me, brother!"

　　 Gouzhu was a little hesitant, after all, it is better to do less than more. Lian Ling also told them not to get involved in the disputes of the blood refining tribe. But the Red Thorn shot first against them, which does not count as their active involvement, but passive counterattack.

　　 And more importantly, he received money from the stubborn people. If he watched Cangshouren being stopped by the Redthorn tribe and swallowed by the beast tide, he would stand by and watch, and his conscience couldn't get through.

　　 Tong Yao does not object to this. She wouldn't have been involved in the battle of these blood-refining tribes until she completely fell out with the Redthorns. But they have already started, and they have also killed and arrested the young master of the family. That is to say, both sides have completely torn their faces to work. Of course, she will not worry about anything.

　　 And they don't know the safe way to Kapok City. Instead of rushing around in the wild, they might as well continue to follow the Cangshou people desperately trying to survive all the way to Kapok City.

　　 Although Mu Fei regards these blood refiners as ants, he doesn't take it at all, but if his Young Master Wood wants to go, he will naturally accompany him.

　　 Theoretically, the Cangshou people can use the young masters of the Redthorn tribe to exchange for a way of life, but in reality, it is not necessarily so simple.

　　 Gouzhu didn't intend to really kill all the Redthorns who were stationed above the canyon like the wood roar. He just intends to smooth out the variables of the exchange of conditions in advance so that the exchange can proceed smoothly.

　　 Cangsaoren can reach the Kapok City safely, and his thousand taels of blood spirit stones are not for nothing.

　　 The four of them avoided the people in the Cangsao Department, unfolded a wooden kite, and flew silently along the mountain wall to the top of Zhuyang Gorge.

　　 The phoenix-blooded kite had been destroyed by Tang Su's sword aura. They can only use ordinary wood kites. The flight of the wood kite is not as flexible and fast as the phoenix blood kite, but it is also useful.

　　 Flying high in the sky, you can see the two black and heavy mountains are particularly majestic, like a pair of giant beasts facing each other, standing quietly among the mountains of the Silver Dragon Mountain Range. The surroundings are covered with forest, but the two mountains are covered with snow. There is a long and narrow crack between the two mountains, which is like Zhuyangxia.

　　 Gouzhu controls Mu Yuan, dare not fly too high or too far. Mu Yuan is driven by the aura of Pure Yang Pill, which inevitably emits spiritual fluctuations. If it attracts the monsters in the nearby jungle, it will be difficult to clean up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They try their best to fly along the bare mountain wall to the top of the canyon. There are red thorny torches on both sides of the canyon. From a distance, the torches lined up densely above the canyon into two parallel long dragons, as if there were thousands of people garrisoned, obviously to deter the stalkers below.

　　 Gouzhu did not dare to get too close to them. It is said that Man Xiu's spiritual knowledge is very poor, but Wu Xiu's spiritual knowledge is stronger. The Redthorn guarded the top of the canyon, it was impossible not to pay attention to the spirit around him. If he flies too close and is caught, he will startle him.

　　 He landed Mu Yuan on a very high spire, which was about half a mile away from the Redthorn Man, neither far nor near. The important thing is that this place is condescending and has a clear view of the condition of the red thorns below. The reason why there are no Redthorns guarding here is because there are smooth cliffs on all sides, and it is impossible to climb.

　　 This summit is a complete boulder. Although the wind was strong and the snow became ice, there was nothing wrong with staying for four people.

　　 "Wood, you stay here, wait for me to go down and take a look. When I send you a message, you will shoot whoever I ask you to shoot!" Shuchu carefully explained to the wood.

　　 Mu Mu nodded. With his character, as long as Gouzhu gave him the task, he would execute it unmoved, and Gouzhu didn't have to worry about anything wrong with him. What's more, there is Mu Fei, the bodyguard, who will definitely guard next to the wood without blinking, let alone worry about anything.

　　 After the explanation was completed, a pair of crane wings appeared on the back of the hook. With his wings spread out, he swept down silently like a rat-catching owl. Using the wings of the phantom of the crane blood is mainly the power of his physical body, and it can also reduce the fluctuation of the spirit to the minimum.

　　 Tong Yao's figure flashed, and floated into the air like a ghost, followed by the hook and disappeared.