The Golden Tree Clan fell, causing countless casualties. Just when the cold and cruel young man took action to seal the victory, golden leaves suddenly flew up, protecting the tree man and the girl.
boom!
The sword light struck the shield formed by the golden leaves, leaving both of them unscathed.
When the cold young man saw this, he shouted angrily: "Who!"
at this time.
I saw golden leaves falling all over the sky, the mood of autumn was like a knife, and a sense of sadness and desolation came over the world. The world seemed to have passed through spring and summer in an instant, entering late autumn, and the autumn wind and autumn rain suddenly fell.
The desolate and solemn atmosphere continued to spread, and the feeling of loneliness and sadness rose from the bottom of my heart. In a lingering moment, death was imminent.
Peng!
Before they even had time to howl, the rebel demon clan that invaded this place started from the outskirts of the Jinshu clan and exploded into clouds of blood mist in the bleak and chilling autumn wind.
"A stream of cold winds and a front, a shadow and a solitary lamp and a mad person; a mooring of wind and frost, a moonlight, a boat filled with lingering regrets -"
The footsteps were approaching, but it was like opening the door in Fengdu. Seeing his people again after thousands of years, they were filled with the same blood and fire. Anger was rising in Se Jiuqi's chest.
"--king!"
The peerless coercion spread around him, and wherever it went, the rebel demon clan's leg bones were shattered, and they knelt down before exploding into blood mist.
The words that came out of his mouth were full of murderous intent: "Who allows you to touch the Golden Tree Tribe!"
The cold and arrogant young man tried his best to train his body, holding on without kneeling, and finally insisted that the visitor walk in front of him. He had blond hair and brown eyes, and was dressed in smart white clothes, with a long white cloth bag on his back.
While holding his breath, the man drew his knife in the wind. The leaves in the knife were flying, and he cut off the young man's arm that was holding the knife.
"Whoever touches the Golden Tree Clan, I will make him pay back a thousand times!"
When the arm fell to the ground, blood spurted out from the wound.
Severe pain occurs after the blood gushes out.
The cold young man suffered the blow and knelt down half-kneeling on the ground, letting out a shrill scream:
"Ah! You! How dare you do this!"
Se Jiuqi ignored him, but walked directly to the tree man and the girl. Looking at the two people who had not yet regained their composure, she apologized to them with great difficulty:
"Sorry, I, I'm late."
After the Twin Kings of the Golden Tree, many years later, the Golden Tree clan gave birth to another pair of twin golden trees. However, due to his negligence, they were almost killed by the traitorous demon.
How could he not be angry? How can you not blame yourself?
"King." The girl hiding behind the tree man said timidly.
It is the connection of blood, the excitement of heart and blood, and the gradually unifying heart rate. It is the highest respect that the Jinshu people have for the original king.
The cold young man with a broken arm gritted his teeth and sobbed, but Se Jiuqi continued to say to the brother and sister: "I'm sorry, I came late and couldn't save more people."
Even if his pace could catch up with Chu Xu's training car, it would still take time from sensing the situation here to coming from Xingyue Island.
He had just made the decision to protect his clansmen, and then something happened. He watched helplessly as his clansmen fell in front of him, the first king. He wished he could walk faster to save more clansmen.
However, the reality is as pale and weak as it is now.
The girl walked out from behind the tree man, then trotted up to Se Jiuqi, stretched out her hand and hugged him gently:
"King, don't be sad, cherish it, everyone, don't blame the king."
They have never met Se Jiuqi before, but as soon as they meet her, the blood flowing in their bodies will tell them that the person in front of them is their source and the king they should follow in this life.
"I don't deserve to be called king by you. The king of the Golden Tree Tribe has never been me. If you don't mind, you can call me Lord."
Faced with the girl's sudden move, Se Jiuqi was a little at a loss. He raised his left hand and placed it on the small head, and then opened his mouth to explain to the brother and sister.
The girl named Zhui Xi whispered: "Your Majesty."
"Can you tell me your name?" Se Jiuqi turned her attention to the tree man with brown hair, brown armor, and bark features on his face.
Because they are far away from the First King, the characteristics of the Golden Tree Clan living here will be more tree-like.
Just by looking at their appearance, one can tell that they have lived a hard life these years, and the other party has given more nutrients and profits to Zhui Xi.
Even if there was no disaster like today...
For the tribesmen, it is just a different kind of slow death. After a thousand years, the golden tree will become extinct on this land.
"Changxiao, I have met the prince." Changxiao said politely.
The source was reconnected, and the condition of the brother and sister began to improve visibly to the naked eye.
"Excuse me, Changxiao, please protect Zhui Xi for now. Now, I need to give an explanation to the deceased clan members."
After handing Zhui Xi back to Chang Xiao, Se Jiuqi turned around and looked at the cold and cruel young man who was half-kneeling on the ground, holding his wound, dripping with cold sweat, and gnashing his teeth and whimpering.
Then he asked a question that was very important to him:
"Wang Junshuo sent you here, where is she!"
The words he spoke again no longer contained the guilt and gentleness he had when he faced his tribe, only murderous intent as cold as the autumn wind.
"I don't know Wang Junshuo! How dare you do this to me! My mother will never let you go!" The young man looked at him resentfully and said through gritted teeth.
Then, I saw a flash of sword light.
"ah!"
Amidst the shrill wails, the left leg was cut off after the right arm.
Se Jiuqi didn't have the patience to deal with Zhu Xi, and there was murderous intent in his brown eyes. If he didn't need to ask questions, he would have cut off this man's head to comfort the clan's spirit in heaven:
"Tell me, where are you from!"
"I am the son of a traitor, how dare you! How dare you! Mother, save me!" The young man who fell to the ground because he lost his balance almost finished the sentence with a roar:
"The Laughing Ghost! I order you! Tell your mother to come and save me!"
Before it happened, who would have thought that such a change would occur in a very ordinary mission.
The entire army of the rebel demon clan was destroyed, and the hands and feet of the rebel demon clan's son were cut off.
…………
And on the other side.
"Hiss—Master Gui Jue has become a crybaby. Should I send the message back, or should I pack up and run away?"
On the top of the mountain with a wide view, a young man with light blond hair was watching the battle through a telescope, seeing everything that happened.
The sight of broken arms and legs made him take a breath.
Such a change made him quickly put down the telescope and put it away.
Help? The person's head fell to the ground as soon as he raised the knife in his hand. What's the use of asking for help at this time? Anyway, the mother's baby won't die completely.
There are two roads before you, and it’s clear which one to choose:
"It's already this time, why are you hesitating? Just run away."
No matter what, I still have to run away first, at least to bring this news back to the Mother of Styx.
At this time, only clear words were heard coming from the bottom of the mountain:
"Since we have been watching for so long, why rush to leave now?"
The surrounding atmosphere changed instantly as the words fell. The wind and snow that covered the area were like pieces of jade butterflies, blocking all retreats. Only a slender figure could be seen climbing to the top of the mountain in the wind and snow:
"There is no solitary smoke in the desert, long bows, flint arrows, red bones and flames; strategies come to respond to the sky and open up the territory, and the king's account plays chess only to respect the mysterious."
At that time, she sensed the changes in the Jinshu clan who stayed in the underworld. Se Jiuqi raised her sword and rushed here without having time to say anything. She didn't care whether there were ambushes around or whether there were other back-ups from the rebel demon clan.
Therefore, the corresponding aftermath work can only be handled by Lin Dajian Emperor, his new friend.
Sure enough, he discovered something.
For example, those rebel demons who were killed were not completely dead.
They are all experimental subjects transformed by blood exchange experiments. Even if their bodies are killed here, their souls will return somewhere to be reborn. After rebirth, they will no longer be them.
That's it?
It feels inferior to Mo Shi, and the degree of transformation is too low. It is a pure hybrid.
"If I said I was just passing by, would you believe it?"
