Dao Fruit

Boom!

As the words fell, the dark clouds were stirred, lightning and thunder roared inside, and a series of explosions were heard. Not long after, a voice in the cloud shouted: "Good! Good! Good! I wondered where you have been these days, but I didn't expect that you were actually acting as watchdogs! Today's revenge, I, Luo He, will remember it! Let's wait and see!"

As the words were spoken, the dark cloud was invincible, the cloud dissipated, and then a strong ripple was heard, rippling out three groups of light, and then the direction changed, rushing towards the horizon.

In the Land of the Lost, even gods cannot fly, at most they can temporarily suspend themselves in the air by various means. This dark cloud is a magic weapon that can barely float in the air, and the speed is not slow.

Seeing this scene, the three groups of light did not chase, but turned downwards, fell to the ground, and disappeared.

This change happened suddenly and went away quickly. Before the cheers among the captives fell, and the smile of the cheerer had not solidified, the dark clouds in the sky had already gone far away.

That dark cloud was the god of the Tunwu tribe. It was coming with great momentum, but it was defeated in a breath and fled in a hurry.

Even people with poor comprehension could see that the three rays of light were three gods. According to the words coming from the dark cloud, these three gods were the "gatekeepers" of the Lianxi tribe and were subdued!

"A tribe actually has gods guarding it!"

Although these aliens were named gods, in their eyes, many tribesmen were just slaves. How could they be truly protected by gods?

But now, this Lianxi tribe...

Thinking of this, the captives' eyes fell on the statue again, but this time, their eyes revealed fear, envy and longing.

At this time, Shao Jing said without losing any time: "You all heard my words clearly. You also saw the scene just now. There are other opinions within my Lianxi tribe about recruiting subordinates. If we delay, there will be changes. If we don't make a decision as soon as possible, we may regret it in the end."

He used all the actions of Huo Zhu to put pressure on the captives.

"My Su Ke tribe is willing to submit to Lianxi and serve the great god Lianxi!"

Suddenly, the bloody boy stood up. He spoke loudly without caring about the eyes of others.

Shao Jing looked in the direction of the voice, nodded, and then turned around and ordered: "Go, untie him..."

Since someone took the lead, the rest of the things were logical. Not long after, the captives expressed their willingness to submit.

They were the superiors in their own tribe, leading dozens or hundreds of people. But if they submitted to Lianxi, they became ordinary members, and even as subordinate tribesmen, they had to charge into battle from time to time. But it is better than becoming a slave. Moreover, the Lianxi tribe is protected by the gods, and they believe that the gods may master the magic. It is very attractive to them.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Shao Jing felt relieved and turned to look at the statue. Thoughts fluctuated.

"The Huozhu faction is about to rise. I must be prepared and avoid disasters."

In this forest, no tribe can expand blindly, because resources are limited and productivity is not high. It cannot support too many people. Therefore, when a tribe grows to a certain extent, it often splits out a part and establishes a new tribe. The Lianxi tribe has experienced such a thing before.

The division of the tribe, the totem pole cannot be divided into two, which has created many weak tribes without totem poles, and they are in danger of falling. For the current Lianxi tribe, the totem pole is secondary, and the most important thing is this statue.

"Once the tribe is divided, in order to compete for the statue, it is inevitable that there will be trouble..."

Shaking his head, Shao Jing retracted his gaze and determined his thoughts.

………………

On the other side, the driven away dark cloud was flying rapidly. The more it flew, the thinner the cloud became, and gradually the figure inside was revealed.

This was a man in blue, wearing a straight robe and holding a long sword. He had an ordinary face, a dark aura between his eyebrows, a beating heart fire in his eyes, and a wound on his body, bleeding.

This man was called Luo He, and he was a soul cultivator.

“I didn’t expect that a new tribe would have two cultivators and a god protecting them, and behind them, there was another god!”

The man’s face was full of hatred, and the wound on his body healed quickly, but it consumed the remaining heart fire.

In the Land of the Lost, there is no replenishment, use a little, and a little less.

"Now that I have lost my foundation and have been seriously injured, I have suffered such a great loss! Sooner or later, I will get it back! But now, that tribe has gathered too much power and is likely to replace the original dice tribe and become the overlord of this forest. I must temporarily avoid the edge and make long-term plans. That old Shi will never let go of any grudge, and now he is enslaved by others, so I have to be on guard."

The original overlord of this forest was the original dice tribe, whose totem pole soared into the sky, suppressed one side, and made rules.

However, with the departure of Master Dong, the original dice tribe was completely annihilated, leaving the power of this forest in a vacuum, so some people started to think about it, and Luo He was one of them.

He went out this time to compete for the qualification, but when he came back, he found that his tribe was attacked, the station was destroyed, and there were no slaves. He couldn't help but be furious, so he followed the connection and went to the door, but was defeated and fled in a hurry.

"The Land of the Lost is quite vast, and the forest here is only a small part. I might as well move to other parts and develop it again, which can also prevent those three people from seeking revenge."

While thinking, Luo He's wounds had healed, and he came to the edge of a lake, and then rushed straight into the lake without slowing down, diving all the way down.

Under the water, fish swam to avoid him, and in a moment, Luo He reached the bottom of the water.

Deep down, there is a deep trench, which is pitch black and no light can be seen. There are whirlpools in the trench, like an underwater tornado, extending out of the deep trench.

Luo He was not surprised when he saw it. He jumped into the water whirlpool and was pulled down into the ditch. It didn't take long to reach the bottom of the ditch.

"Fortunately, I have been prepared for a long time and found the weak point in this space. As long as I sacrifice a thousand people, I can gather enough power to move me out!"

The surroundings were dark, and even the monks had difficulty seeing, but using their senses, they could catch tiny cracks floating in the air as if they were created out of thin air.

"This place is full of space cracks. It is an excellent place to perform teleportation techniques! I will set up an altar here first, and then go out to arrest people."

This was something he accidentally discovered during a fight with someone to avoid being chased. He has never mentioned it to anyone.

Luo He was thinking about it when suddenly his heart moved, and a strong warning sign appeared in his heart!

But before he could come to his senses, the surrounding cracks in the sky extended each other, making a "crunching" sound, spreading and expanding rapidly!

Then……

boom!

The space shattered, Luo He groaned, his body seemed to have been pierced by thousands of arrows, blood bloomed continuously, his skin and flesh were torn, and he flew out from the impact!

Suddenly, the water flowed rapidly!

In the flowing water, several glowing figures appeared out of thin air.

These lights were very dazzling when they first appeared, but soon dimmed and were suppressed to the surface of the body by the inexplicable power of the Land of Relics.

"Where is this? Huh? Our divine body is transforming into flesh and blood on its own!"

The speaker was handsome, wearing a yellow robe, with black hair spread over his shoulders, and a long sword on his back.

"More than that, the contact with the believers has been cut off." Behind this man, there was a shorter man with a big beard and a long knife in his hand. He was concentrating on the feeling.

"This is a magical place." A cold voice sounded, and the speaker was a woman dressed as a lady. Her wrists were wrapped with red thread, her face was delicate, but her eyes were as cold as ice, without any fluctuation.

Then, another voice sounded——

"Cave Heaven Spiritual Land? What a great place! The fact that it allows us to come in so easily means that it is an ownerless thing. If we can find the remains, that would be incredible!"

The voice was slightly childish, and the speaker was a young child. He was wearing a bellyband, with his arms and legs exposed. He was white and fat, but his expression was not childish at all, and his eyes showed the vicissitudes of life.

"Don't think of useless things," the last person spoke, but it was an old woman with a hoarse and low voice. "The five of us are bait to lure the pursuers away. It is not easy to escape unexpectedly. How can we expect more? ? Moreover, the caves and spiritual lands were created by powerful people, so even if they die, they will still have a backup plan, so don’t be careless.”

The bearded man nodded and said: "What my mother-in-law said is, in my opinion, we can rest here for a few years and then find a place to leave, so as not to be overtaken by the pursuers. Besides, this place is isolated from the world and cannot gather people." Hopefully, if things go on like this, the throne of God will inevitably decline.”

"Well, that makes sense," the child smiled slightly, "but it cannot be generalized. If there are aboriginal people in this unclaimed land, whether they are humans or monsters, as long as they develop, it will be a considerable harvest, eh? Yes? This monk seems to have been hit by the space debris while we were moving, and has fallen into a state of death. However, he is not dead after all, and he just needs to know more about this place."

As soon as he finished speaking, the child raised his hand and grabbed Luo He, who was not far away and was photographed.

At this time, Luo He was covered in blood, and his skin was torn. He was originally a spiritual monk, and his soul was still there, but he was still affected by the impact. This shows the power of those space fragments.

After being photographed by a young child, Luo He didn't resist at all and his head was grabbed.

Sizzle!

The next moment, his whole body twitched, blood flowed across his body, and his flesh and blood shriveled, but his consciousness suddenly came to his senses, his eyes moved, his heart beat, and he wanted to struggle, but the bearded man next to him slapped his hand and suppressed his soul!

After a while, Luo He's anger and vitality completely dissipated, and his whole body became silent. However, the face of the child holding his head showed a look of joy, even ecstasy!

"Someone! Someone! This should be a spiritual land! It is said to be the remains of the ancient gods. It is very huge and has a history of at least ten thousand years. It is very likely that it is really the remains of the ancient gods. There is civilization inside, tribes have appeared, and primitive sacrifices!"

After hearing this, the expressions of several other people changed. Except for the woman, they all looked happy! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

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