Chapter 689: The soft-hearted God
Just because Bolt and Utoya were sent away didn't mean that Yu Chuiyun knew the way.
When he came to the boundary of this cage, he really felt the aura of the white tiger. Yes, the force that formed this boundary was related to the white tiger. Coupled with the village chief's statement, this self-contained small world seemed to be the hunting ground of the white tiger sacred beast. A servant of this mythical beast.
You Chuiyun walked towards the border for a long time, but when he looked back, he saw that the distance between the sacred mountain and himself had not changed at all that day, which meant that no matter how fast he ran, he could not get out of this illusory border.
"It just so happens that I have lost all my magic power in this world, otherwise I would still be able to sense something."
You Chuiyun walked along the edge of the forest. Many wild beasts saw this lone human being who did not know whether to live or die and came to pounce on them. You Chuiyun killed them with a few random stones.
Finally, You Chuiyun looked back at Tianshen Mountain from a cliff waterfall and sighed: "The answer should still be on the mountain. We got off in a hurry, but neglected to explore the top of the mountain. We missed the opportunity and wasted so much time."
Suddenly, a flock of birds flew up in the forest, and then there were sounds of fierce fighting, and the sounds of shouting and fighting also continued to be heard.
You Chuiyun was a little confused, so he moved around with his body and came to the branch of the largest and tallest tree.
From time to time, it became clear.
I saw two people supporting each other and escaping to the tree roots at the foot of You Chuiyun. Hundreds of people gathered around them, completely surrounding the two people.
There were many people surrounding them, but the leading group of people, You Chuiyun, held their breath and concentrated, lowering the sound of their heartbeats, so they were not discovered by them. It turned out that there were twelve people whom You Chuiyun judged to be gods, and there were also three chiefs.
The two people who escaped, one old and one young, had similar faces.
"God... you actually betrayed our Yanyang tribe! You also killed the other two, you, you will be punished by God!"
One of the twelve gods had a snake head and laughed ferociously: "Your tribe is not allowed to eat anyone. It's really boring. In the new tribe, I can do whatever I want."
Then a middle-aged short-bearded chief came up. He smiled confidently and said: "Hahaha, old immortal, you didn't expect that three generations of your family will die in my hands."
The old man of the Yanyang tribe was furious: "So it turns out that the real culprit who killed my son was really you?"
The younger one was also very excited. If the old man hadn't been holding him back, he would have pounced on him and died.
The short-bearded chief held a gleaming dagger in his hand and threw it at the feet of his grandfather and grandson: "Needless to say, after you die, everything in the Yanyang tribe will be divided equally among our three tribes. Let's settle it as soon as possible. , consider it a pleasure for you."
The young man picked up the dagger on the ground and rushed over regardless of life and death, but was kicked back by the short-bearded chief. The chief of the Yanyang tribe grabbed his grandson, and then he was in a trance with the dagger, as if he was going to kill himself.
Before he died, the old man looked confused. Is everything over like this?
"Grandpa, let's commit suicide. We would rather die than be prisoners." This young man is also very determined.
In a flash of cold light, the old chief of the Yanyang tribe saw a blurry figure on the reflective side of the dagger's photo.
There's someone in the tree!
"You are finally here, please save us!"
The old man was quite flexible and knew that once he said this, he would inevitably pull the other party into the same camp as himself.
On the opposite side, the twelve gods, three chiefs, and hundreds of warriors also looked up in shock. They didn't even know there was someone on the big tree.
"Who? You dare to eavesdrop on us? Are you seeking death? Don't even think about escaping, just get out."
The Snake God spit out his words, but he didn't panic. Even if the opponent is a god, can you beat the twelve gods of the three major tribes here? You can't even run away.
But the other party didn't seem to want to run. Instead, he jumped down and landed precariously on the grass. He looked back at the grandfather and grandson, spread his hands and said, "I don't know them."
Seeing the harmless appearance of this guy, the short-bearded chief was even more sure that this guy was definitely a scourge, but he didn't see any totem-like patterns on the back of his hands. He turned around and looked at each other.
Behind his eyes, the short-bearded chief shook his head and said, "Your words are unfounded, why don't you come with us?"
You Chuiyun took back the hand he deliberately extended. Sure enough, the chief had some sense and did not let him go easily, but this also gave him a headache.
I said it has nothing to do with me, yet you want to mess with me?
"I have business to do, and I don't have time to make trouble with you."
You Chuiyun looked back at the confused grandfather and grandson: "I can't help you."
The grandfather and grandson looked desolate and as miserable as dead wood.
The twelve gods were still in an encircling formation. The snakehead squinted his eyes and said strangely: "You are so skilled, but you are not a god? That's strange. We will not let you go."
You Chuiyun sneered: "What you said doesn't count."
The short-bearded chief drew the sword from his waist, and hundreds of people behind him aimed their weapons or bows and arrows at this strange outsider.
"Please come with us for a while, and please don't resist...otherwise."
The short-bearded chief didn't finish his words when he saw this strange man walking towards him openly. Under the gaze of everyone, he passed the twelve gods, passed by him, and passed through the crowd. So... left?
After a while, the short-bearded chief came to his senses, and just as he was about to shout something, the snake-headed god patted his shoulder with a solemn expression and said, "This guy is very strong, don't provoke him."
Sure enough, even the twelve gods did not dare to take action easily.
"Are we, with so many gods, still afraid of him?" The short-bearded chieftain broke into a cold sweat.
The snake-headed god was very dissatisfied and spat out a fishy smell: "Then why didn't you take action just now? If you started, maybe we would follow."
Only then did the short-bearded chief recall the terrifying effect of this person walking past him.
Thinking back on it, I felt a sense of shame and anger that I was possessed by the other person's aura.
So he took the bows and arrows from his men, and in order to vent his anger, he personally shot to death the grandfather and grandson of the Yanyang tribe opposite.
Kill the two people on the opposite side, add a snake god to the tribe, and then attack the Yanyang tribe. In this way, you can strengthen yourself and achieve amazing results in the subsequent hunting.
The short-bearded chief thought so, and just smiled, but found that his bow could not be released at all.
It turns out that the weird person just now left and came back, tugging on his bowstring, with a somewhat ugly expression on his face: "I have indeed softened my heart. Can everyone be kind to each other?"
Without saying a word, the snake-headed god turned into a sharp shadow and attacked first. However, the strange man's feet slipped and his skin was smoother than that of a snake, and he avoided its venomous fangs.
To be honest, the other eleven gods were still a little hesitant and stared at each other. After all, they were all thinking that others would go first and they would pick up the pieces. This is the shortcoming of the improvised lineup.
