The Wushi camp of the Feiqi tribe is located on a peak that stands thousands of feet high, and there are also several slightly lower peaks nearby.
There is snow in the higher places on the mountain peaks, and green forests in the lower places. From time to time, monks from the Flying Cavalry Tribe would rise and fall on birds. Farther away, there were different clans from the Flying Cavalry Tribe. The Wushi clan was one of the more powerful clans. Small clans can only survive if they depend on larger clans.
In the sky, several silhouettes landed, and even those spiritual eagles had lost their former vigor.
In the Wu family camp, several team leaders who returned to the camp to rest were shocked when they saw the scene in front of them. They stood up and faced the three people who landed.
"Wugu, what's going on? Where is your eldest brother and Wuliba?" Several team leaders present asked with greatly changed expressions when they saw Wu Gu covered in blood.
"My eldest brother and Wu Liba have all died in the battle. Where is the young patriarch? I want to ask the young patriarch to avenge my eldest brother and his family!" Wu Gu and Wu Lihan, who came down from the Spirit Eagle, also There was a young monk with a sad look on his face.
"Both the clan leader and the young clan leader went to discuss with the leaders of various factions about the war against Xuanye City. They are not here now. What, even your eldest brother and Wuliba died in the battle. What's going on? What did you encounter? It's not about that Is the golden elixir female cultivator seriously injured? Are all the rest of your two teams killed in the battle?" Several other team leaders asked in shock and anger.
"Dead, all died in battle. Several of them were killed by the seriously injured Jindan female cultivator. However, the Jindan female cultivator was already at the end of her rope and was about to kill the Jindan female cultivator. But at this time, a silver-haired young man suddenly appeared and rescued the golden elixir female cultivator. The silver-haired young man was in the late stage of foundation building, and he also had a sixth-level flying silver corpse, Di Kun. My brother died in that Di Kun Under the clutches of the devil." Two lines of tears flowed from Wu Gu's eyes. Since he was born, this is the first time that his relatives who have been born and died with him have suffered such a heavy loss. His brother and nephew died in this battle. , only Wulihan and Wuliyu escaped. His lineage had suffered an unprecedented blow, and he still didn't know how to go back and face the old and young at home.
"What, a late-stage foundation-building monk and a sixth-level flying silver corpse can push you to this point?" Several team leaders had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"To be precise, there is also the Demon Sword Sect, and the other two masters in the late stage of foundation building, whose strength is not inferior to that of the elder brother. Under the combined attack of everyone, the silver-haired young man rescued them. The silver-haired young man seemed to be very interested in the foundation building. The monks at the later stage and below have a very strong restraint effect. In the middle stage of foundation building, whether it is a monk or a spiritual bird, facing the silver-haired young man, it is powerless to parry. It is a one-sided massacre." Thinking of the few moves of the silver-haired young man, There was even a hint of fear in Wu Gu's heart. He had never had such fear towards a foundation-building monk.
"A silver-haired young man can block so many foundation-building monks, and there are also strong men like you and Wu Si. It's really incredible. This should not be his own strength. I think he must have used one. There are even several incredible rare treasures, otherwise how could it be possible to reach such a level? Even the young patriarch may not be so terrifying." A younger monk said unconvinced, with a look of disapproval on his face.
"Well, softness cannot be defended, and toughness cannot last long. However, Wu Gu's two teams have suffered such serious trauma, and they are leading two weaker people, Wu Lihan and Wu Liyu, to leave some blood for the family. It’s not an exaggerated idea. However, the majesty of our Wuzhi tribe must not be lost. Since the war with Wangyue Realm, except for large-scale battles, the Wushi tribe has never suffered such a big loss in the face of individual monks from Wangyue Realm. There has never been such a great shame, and this blood debt must be repaid!" Wu Zhan, a young monk with surging energy and blood in his body, towering like a hill, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.
"No, that silver-haired young man grabbed my eldest brother's strongest Danyuan Fire Thunder Heavy Arrow with one hand. Its strength is not guaranteed to win with more people. Moreover, I have escaped for a while. Where is the opponent now? I don't know if I'm going to go, so I'd better tell the clan leader or the clan elders about this matter." Upon hearing this, Wu Gu immediately dissuaded him in a hurry.
"The clan leader is discussing with the leaders of other tribes and sects. The elders of the clan are also on regular patrol. The Jindan monks who are blocking the Moon Watching Realm cannot get out at all. What's more, he is just a foundation-building monk from the Moon Watching Realm. Please mobilize the tribe. The elders and clan leaders are making too much of a fuss, aren't they saying that our Wushi tribe has no one? If you spread the word, it will make people laugh for nothing!"
An old man with a face full of ferocious pits objected. The pit dust on his face was corroded by the venom sprayed by the demon-eating poisonous cow on the grassland. Later, he was lucky enough to survive the poisoning, but the wounds on his face could not be recovered, and he looked extremely ferocious. However, no one dared to ignore it because of its ugly appearance. Wubi's astonishing combat prowess is well-known among the foundation-building monks of the entire Wushi tribe.
"Yes, shame can only be washed away with the blood of the enemy." The strong man like a hill said in a black war jar voice.
"But I'm afraid that the silver-haired young man has been gone for a long time. It will not be easy to find him." One of the middle-aged men immediately raised doubts.
"Aren't those weird guys from the Beast Demon Valley also happened to be here? Our Wushi tribe saved several of their disciples before, and this time we are chasing the seriously injured Jindan female cultivator. I believe the other party will be very happy." The ugly old man Ubi sneered.
"People from Beast Monster Valley? Shaba! He actually has a golden-threaded rat guy under his command. He is the best at tracking. As long as there is a trace of breath left in the original fighting place, he will be captured by the opponent. If Shaba is willing to take action, he can find it. It is indeed not difficult for the seriously injured Jindan female cultivator and the silver-haired young man." After hearing Ubi's suggestion, the eyes of all the late-stage cultivators present lit up.
But soon, Wu Bi turned his eyes to Wu Gu, who had escaped from serious injuries. "Wugu, although we have never been on good terms before, I hope you can tell the location of the battle. Now it is not your family's business, but your family's business." It affects the reputation of the entire Wushi tribe."
Wu Gu moved his throat bone a few times with difficulty. Wu Bi had always had a grudge against him. Wu Bi was also a handsome man in the past, and he was also present when he was injured. The other party complained that he was ineffective in rescuing him, so they formed a feud and continued to fight openly and secretly. As of now, their family is in trouble and the fighting power they can draw has been greatly damaged. If they object again at this time, I am afraid that Ubi will not hesitate to attack him and the two remaining nephews.
