When those arrow feathers flew towards him, Wang Yu felt that his heart skipped a beat.
Although warriors from various tribes are generally known for their speed.
However, these arrow feathers have a sure-hit effect. Wang Yu also witnessed with his own eyes before that a warrior with a powerful divine body could not completely avoid this fatal arrow. He only blocked its power, but he was still accidentally injured.
But at this moment, from the center of the Congfu tribe, a moon-white beam of light flew at an extremely fast speed, and before the arrows arrived, Wang Yu was firmly protected in the center.
Although those arrow feathers had special magical effects, they still failed to penetrate the protection of the moon-white light pillar.
"You actually used the rare source of divine power. It seems that you are very important."
"So, you are dead. Unless you never leave the tribe, you will definitely be shot." The divine warrior of the Ouhao tribe said. Although his threat was simple, Wang Yu could hear the firmness in it.
Therefore, Wang Yu hates the wild people in the wild world. They are too straightforward and stubborn, and sometimes it is extremely difficult to reverse the things they believe.
Afterwards, these people quickly retreated, and the thick black mist that spread from the mountain forest that had been shrouded in darkness gradually engulfed all the warriors of the Ouzuo tribe.
Many warriors who flew out from the Fu Zhu tribe, together with the warriors who had been attacked here, looked at the spreading black mist with expressions of uncertainty.
The wild mountains and forests at night are particularly dangerous.
Therefore, no one dares to stay in the mountains and forests at night unless they are strong men who can almost be called demigods.
These warriors from the Ouhao tribe retreated calmly, but they obviously did not intend to die.
Is it possible that they have any confidence that they can survive safely in the mountains and forests at night?
Wang Yu walked out of the moonlight beam with regret on his face, but walked out quickly.
The light pillar was filled with a kind of sacred and vast power, which seemed to have the same origin as the powerful true blood power in his body, but was much higher.
It seemed that, in just a short while, he could comprehend some of the wonder of this power and integrate it into his bones and blood.
However, Wang Yu could not stay in this pillar of light for long.
Because if he stayed for too long without any external collision or stimulation, he would completely melt into the moon-white beam of light and be completely assimilated.
A crisis came quietly, but ended quietly.
The warriors of the Fu tribe did not understand that from this moment on, their living habits that had lasted for countless years would be completely changed.
Simple survival will no longer be the only theme. Their enemies are no longer only those wild beasts, but also their own kind.
The mutual conquest between tribes will gradually become noisy.
What happened naturally to Wang Yu was by no means everything in the wild world.
But it symbolizes that a new era is quietly beginning.
Looking southward from the Fu tribe, I don’t know how many miles have passed.
I saw two mountains as red as fire, piercing the sky, looking at each other like two flaming giants.
Qiyang Mountain and Chengyan Mountain have stood opposite each other for hundreds of millions of years, overlooking the vast scorching forest below them that looks like a sea of fire.
However, between these two mountains, there is a stream of sunshine glowing with golden light.
The Yangshui is long and golden. From time to time, dragon-scaled crocodile lips can be seen at the bottom of the water. Under the seemingly calm water, some majestic scale claws are revealed. When an unwary phoenix-blood beast flies past the Yangshui, Then a huge figure can be seen, suddenly jumping out of the water, picking up the speeding wild beast, and diving into the bottom of the water again.
This place is close to the Flame Pole of Southern Xinjiang. According to legend, the God of Fire fell here after breaking the Tianzhu. At the same time, there is also an entrance deep into the Divine Abyss at the Flame Pole of Southern Xinjiang.
In such a place, the Sun Bird no longer manages sunlight, day and night.
He was so proud that he wouldn't even fly here, because maybe the heat here would make him feel inferior.
In the hot air, what flows is the fire that cannot be boiled away.
Those giant trees that seemed to be burning all the time were swaying in the wind, and leaves that were burning like flames and shining brightly were scattered around.
Buried at the roots of the red tree are large expanses of fiery red crystals.
They are condensed from pure fire elements, and some of the crystals even retain the blood that fell when the Vulcan fell in the past.
As far as the eye can see.
It seemed like everything was burning, the sky was burning, the earth was burning, the mountains were burning.
However, even in such a difficult environment, there are still desert people living...most of them are the descendants of the former Vulcan.
And when the Vulcan died, only such a place would have a place for them.
These descendants of the God of Fire mainly control flames and heat energy.
Extremely resistant to heat.
Even so, the water source... is extremely important to the people, wild beasts, and animals living here.
The only Yang water that flows... and will not be dried out is the lifeblood of all living things within a radius of thousands of miles.
Here, the original rules of the wild world no longer apply.
Because the various large and small tribes here have never stopped fighting for water sources and hunting grounds near water sources.
Just like when the world is in chaos, there will always be some places that retain rare peace.
When the entire wild world was relatively peaceful, there was constant war here.
Naturally, on both sides of the Yang River, there are the strongest and most militant warriors in the entire southern Xinjiang. Whoever gets their allegiance will have a great chance of gaining an advantage in the future battles in the Central Plains. .
If there are monks born here, then they must be lucky but unfortunate.
At this moment... on the stone beach opposite Fengyu tribe, a tall stone pillar is being erected.
A pregnant woman was only wrapped in ragged leaves and hung on a high stone pillar, letting the hot air and flowing fire around her whip and roast her mercilessly.
Even the barren people who live here are exceptionally resistant to heat and dryness, but this woman has been hanging for an unknown amount of time. Her lips are completely dry and cracked, and her skin has marks like cracks on the river bed.
She seemed to be dying.
But there is a strong belief that supports her and allows her to still live with difficulty.
She and the child in her belly were both sacrifices.
This is a woman and child sacrificed to the god of Yangshui.
After the pillar of heaven is broken, the gods cannot manifest in the human world.
In order for the power of gods to manifest in the human world, they must have blood descendants to perform sacrifices and serve as coordinate transmission in the human world.
The God of Yangshui is naturally in the God Realm, and the Yangshui tribe between these two mountains has been destroyed for many years.
In order to maintain this river of life, the barren people on both sides of the Yang River would sacrifice women who had lost their husbands but were pregnant again.
Let the children in their wombs absorb the essence of Yang Shui, transform their bloodlines, and become descendants of the God of Yang Shui.
In this way, the power of the Yangshui God can be maintained in the human world, so that this golden Yangshui will not be cut off.
Naturally...sacrifice is not easy.
To cleanse the original bloodline, the pregnant woman must be roasted on a stone pillar for ten days and ten nights.
Until the Yangshui rippled and it began to rain on the stone beach.
When watered by rain, the child in the belly of a pregnant woman will become a descendant of the Yangshui God.
