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Oh, by the way, there is also the Death Clan they are talking about. Now it is no longer called the Foxtail Tribe. Has it been renamed the Death Clan?

Just when Yu Qingfeng was thinking about these issues, he suddenly sensed that there were five or six hundred people not far away, holding spears, shirtless, and with black and green pigments on their bodies and faces. They looked like primitive people.

At a speed of three to four meters per second, he came in a hurry.

Amelia on the side also noticed it, and she sent a message to Yu Qingfeng: "Qingfeng, there are hundreds of people approaching here."

"They look menacing. Are those the tribes you are interested in?"

Yu Qingfeng shook his head and said: "I don't know those people. They may be from this tribe, but looking at their posture... I think they are here to cause trouble."

"Ah? You don't even know? Then you, the god of death, are really unqualified." Amelia looked at Yu Qingfeng and said.

Yu Qingfeng nodded and explained: "When I came in this time, I found some abnormalities. Well... I will tell you after I want to understand some things."

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The five or six hundred people were getting closer and closer. Buck, who was preparing to organize the sacrificial ceremony, got off the monster and landed on the ground with his bare feet. He felt the ground vibrate slightly with the soles of his feet.

Buck, who has more than two hundred years of hunting experience, immediately realized something was wrong. He quickly said: "Something is approaching us quickly!"

When the tribesmen heard this, they immediately ran into the tribe. They were not afraid, but went back to get weapons and gather men.

Buck slowly lay down on the ground, his ears pressed to the ground, feeling a weak and almost non-existent vibration on his face.

When Buck got up, all the tribesmen gathered together, each holding a stone spear.

"Chief, did you hear it? What kind of monster is it?" the tribesmen asked with concern.

Buck shook his head, his face became more solemn and said: "The vibrations are a bit disordered. It should not be a monster, but someone from the Water God Tribe. When I was hunting this giant python crocodile monster, the Water God Tribe came to harass me. This time they came,

They probably want to plunder this giant python crocodile."

When the clan members heard this, they all had angry looks on their faces: "Why is it them again? Didn't they just come here a few days ago? Do you really think that our dead clan is afraid of them?"

"That's it!" A young man said to Buck: "The patriarch and the Water God tribe should fight, we are not afraid of them!"

"Hmm..." Buck looked at the giant python crocodile beside him, pondered for a moment, and finally nodded heavily...

"This giant python and crocodile is an important sacrifice to our priest, the God of Death. No matter what, we will not hand it over. If they want to take it, then we will fight them desperately. The God of Death must not be desecrated!"

Thousands of tribesmen raised stone spears and shouted: "The God of Death must not be desecrated!"

A few minutes later, five to six hundred genetic warriors from the Water God Tribe appeared.

They saw that everyone in the Death Tribe (Foxtail Tribe) was holding a weapon. It seemed that they had known that they were coming and were not surprised.

Because their momentum was so obvious, it was to tell them that they were coming, so that the Death Clan could prepare well in advance.

That's right, that's how arrogant it is.

It can be seen from this that the Water God Tribe has come to the Death Clan to cause trouble not once or twice, but they are very skilled in doing so.

A member of the Water God Tribe with a bald head and a muscle mass not much lower than Buck came out. He looked at the giant python crocodile at the entrance and said with a smile: "Chief Buck, we meet again."

"Jing! What do you want to do here this time?" Buck frowned and asked knowingly.

"What do you want to do? Of course I'm here to get this giant python and crocodile! Chief Buck is really powerful. He actually defeated the giant python and crocodile. If you hand over this giant python and crocodile to us, we, the Water God Tribe, have decided not to harass you in the past few days.

Got it." Bald Jing said proudly.

Buck pointed the spear in his hand at Jing. Seeing this, the tribesmen with thousands of deaths behind him all pointed their spears at Jing and the other members of the Water God Tribe.

"Jing, don't even think about it this time. Our God of Death has paid attention to us again today. This giant python crocodile is going to be the main sacrifice and be sacrificed to our great God of Death!"

Jing Wenyan laughed "hehe" and pointed the spear at Buck without daring to show weakness: "The God of Death? The evil god who controls death?"

Buck's pupils shrank, and without any hesitation, he instantly raised his right hand and threw the spear in his hand heavily.

"Xiu~" The spear was extremely fast, cutting through the air, passing straight through "Jing"'s ear, and settling on the trees far behind Jing!

Before Jing could react, Buck said coldly: "Jing, please don't insult our God!"

In an instant, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

After a few seconds, Jing also reacted to the spear.

The corner of his mouth raised, he held the spear tightly in his hand and said, "Did I not say it wrong when I said evil god? Death means unknown, it is an evil god! The water god we believe in is different, it is orthodox, the supreme god who brings blessings and cares for us, and the water nourishes us.

Life is a symbol of life!”

Buck's face became more gloomy and he said: "What water god? He doesn't exist at all. The only legitimate god in this world is the God of Death. We shouldn't have helped your tribe in the first place!"

"You bunch of white-eyed wolves, you are stealing and using the power given by the God of Death without even realizing it!"

"You!" Jing became angry when he heard this. He shouted loudly: "You dare to speak against our water god, be careful of divine punishment!"

Buck looked away with disdain, his eyes became colder and said: "Jing, I advise you to leave, otherwise, the next spear will not miss the target again."

"I can guarantee that none of you will be able to leave alive by then!"

Jing glanced deeply at Buck, then at the other tribesmen fearfully, and then said: "Let's go!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, taking away the spear that Buck had thrown.

Standing in the air, Yu Qingfeng, who was watching all this, touched his chin and started thinking again.

It seems a bit complicated. The Water God Tribe believes in fictitious gods, so they should be very respectful to the gods. Why are they being so rude to me?

Judging from what Buck said, it was Foxtail... No, it was the Death Clan who informed the Water God Tribe about the filtration method.

According to common sense, if the Water God Tribe receives this kind of favor, they should also believe in me...

But the current situation is that the Water God tribe is harassing and robbing for no reason! It seems quite arrogant, without taking into account the kindness and affection in the past...

This situation should have only happened in recent years, or within forty or fifty years.

They called me an evil god and suddenly believed in the water god. Why does this situation look so like the supremacy of theocracy...

Does anyone in the Water God Tribe know that God does not exist? He made up a fictitious god and used this fictitious god to achieve the rule of the tribe?

Yu Qingfeng seemed to understand something. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said to himself: "It's interesting. A talented person was born in just two hundred years."

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