"I think you are just using our Sand Spirit tribe as bait to harvest the things from Xiaoxuehe." An old Sand Spirit tribe member walked over angrily.
The Shaling people all around retreated to avoid a path.
"What's the matter? It's all your Shaling Department's fault. You can clean up the Little Blood River by yourself, so why are you still being used by us?" Qinglu said unceremoniously.
"You..." Old Sha Ling was so angry that his eyes bulged.
It's a pity that Qinglu is also arrogant, no matter how angry the other party is, it's useless.
The fairies of the Emerald Tribe saw signs that the Shaling Tribe was vaguely targeting Qinglu, so they immediately retreated to her side and formed a defensive formation.
"We, the Sand Spirit Tribe, cannot afford to kill so many clan members in vain." The leader of the Sand Spirit Tribe came out, looked at Qing Lu, and said with a serious expression. "Give us half, or choose to fight with our Sand Spirit Division again."
"Okay, I'll give you half." Qinglu looked at the remaining sand spirits, with a sarcastic smile on her lips.
"Bring it here." The patriarch said.
Qinglu suddenly pulled towards the sky.
Countless amounts of blood-red liquid poured down from the sky.
This bloody rain directly covered the surrounding desert, including the location of the Sand Spirit Tribe and the Emerald Tribe.
The endless sea of golden sand turned scarlet because of the heavy rain.
Then countless bright red, bright red, light red and other deep and light red ferns emerged from the desert ground. In just a few breaths, they changed from seedlings to ferns as tall as a person. They devoured each other, and then The ferns that swallowed their own kind continued to mutate, develop various forms, and gradually continued to grow. Soon they were hundreds of meters tall, and the desert turned into a bloody jungle.
In the area with the thickest blood-colored ferns, the Shaling tribe were fighting each other with bright red eyes.
Countless fern tentacles kept piercing into the bodies of the Sand Spirit tribesmen who were either dead or still struggling.
They fought hard to escape from this bloody fern hunting ground, but it was too difficult.
The ferns are very interested in their flesh.
Just outside this endless expanse of bloody ferns, the fairies of the Emerald Tribe silently looked at the fern tentacles that were showing off their power and claws.
Just when Qinglu released a large amount of blood rain, everyone moved here.
They watched almost the entire Rise of the Blood Ferns in this remote place.
"Qinglu, what are those ferns?" Yuan Jin asked Qinglu beside him in confusion.
"Raised in underground sand scorpion caves. The ancient species should have been a wise tribe in the past. I don't know how they degenerated into food for sand scorpions." After Qinglu said this, he added, "I just helped them re-energize." Bloodline Mark."
"Use the rain of blood?" Yuan Jin thought thoughtfully.
"It's the blood essence from that little blood river." Qinglu nodded. "The blood essence of Xiaoxuehe is very precious, but the side effects are also serious. Even if the bloodline mark is activated, those ferns will mutate into bloodthirsty monsters within thousands of years."
"Thousands of years?" Yuan Jin gasped.
"That little blood river, strictly speaking, is a clone of a god. Even if the opponent infinitely reduces the strength of his clone and only contains a little bit of true spirit, it is still a clone of a god. The river of blood, haha, is not something with a foundation. Flawless god." Although Qinglu despised Xuehe's fishing methods, she recognized Xuehe's true strength.
"The blood rain you made is the essence and blood of Xiaoxuehe. What is the thing mixed in those ten falling ice balls?" The big patriarch also came over and asked.
"It's naturally the essence refined by Xiaoxuehe himself." Qinglu said.
Essence? Essence and blood?
"Is that Little Blood River still alive?" The patriarch couldn't help but ask.
"Well, I'd better tell you about the state of that little blood river, so that you won't make a mistake in your judgment next time you meet it. In fact, I only have a treasure body now. In this state, I basically can't give it to a person who is about to become a god. Little Blood River What a fatal injury.
It was actually scared away by me. "Qinglu said with an expression like "I confessed."
"Then it dropped so many things, but it didn't cause any serious problems?" the patriarch asked in surprise.
"Actually, that is indeed the case. The blood rain you just saw is actually just a mouthful of blood essence from the Little Blood River. Just one mouthful. I estimate that it has condensed hundreds of similar blood essences. After all, it will become a new product. God.
Ahem, when it becomes a god, Blood River will probably consider taking it back. Ahem, it might be later. Anyway, when to take it back depends on Xuehe's mood.
And what I shot down with the magic arrows before were actually some good things refined by the blood river when it absorbed various essence, blood, death energy and other materials.
These things were originally stored in Xiaoxuehe's body, and perhaps its owner also collected a lot of them. I didn’t cum much anyway. "
Is it really that good?
No matter how much he thought about it, the patriarch felt that it was not the case.
He gave Qinglu a meaningful look.
"When can you provide a batch of armors to the clan?"
Qinglu frowned.
She collected the treasures from Xiaoxuehe's belly this time, but most of its treasures were spiritual objects, not the various spiritual and divine golds needed for the armor.
"I can't collect so many materials for the time being. I need a lot of spiritual gold and divine gold. Those armors need these materials." Qinglu simply said the materials he was in urgent need of.
The chief of the clan, the gods and elders in the clan all gasped after hearing this.
No wonder these armors are so powerful, the material is so good.
Divine gold! !
It turned out to be divine gold!
"Lord Qinglu, something seems to be coming out of those red fern monsters." Suddenly a fighting elf rushed over to report.
Qinglu looked at the red fern forest again, and sure enough, there were large waves rushing towards him from outside.
"It seems that the Sand Spirit Division is not weak either. Sand Scorpion can win, and so can Red Fern." Qinglu praised.
"We'd better leave quickly. When they come out, they'll have to fight us to the death." The patriarch said helplessly, twitching the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, yes. Everyone, hurry up and leave." Qinglu immediately agreed upon hearing this.
There is absolutely no need to kill them all.
Their tribe only has four to five thousand goblins. But there were tens of thousands of Sandling tribes at the beginning. Although they had been intercepted by the Sand Scorpions and trapped in the Red Fern Forest, the Sand Spirit Department would never have gotten here if they had no means.
Therefore, Qinglu predicted that they would not lose many people if they broke out of the fern forest.
Qinglu and the others ran fast, and about an hour later, the Shaling tribe also rushed out.
But when they rushed out this time, their losses were a bit heavy.
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