Let you survive in the wilderness, and you become a saint

The battle was over, and the battle was over.

Seeing the Wu Clan finally appear at the critical moment, Feng Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Given the warlike nature of the Wu Clan, and the fact that the Wu and Lich Clan already had a mortal feud, now that they have already taken action, it is bound to be a fight to the death.

So he doesn't need to continue to take action next, and the blame for the Silver Moon Clan will naturally be placed on the Wu Clan.

And this time he only used the immortal power full of Jiejiao's aura, and neither the Kanli Breathing Method nor the ability of the Merit Hunter was exposed.

The rest of the cards can still be hidden.

"Uncle Suiren is still reliable!"

After sighing, Feng Hao turned around and bowed to the portrait of Tongtian Jiaozhu, which had lost the power of merit but was still quite magical.

He turned around and left, rushing to the city wall.

Behind.

The eyes of Tongtian Jiaozhu in the portrait moved slightly, and seemed to have revealed a hint of appreciation.

...

The macho men of the Wu clan were very powerful. First, a wave of witchcraft harassment made it impossible for the Silver Moon tribe to withdraw from the battlefield as soon as possible.

Then, under the blessing of witchcraft, the already fierce macho men expanded rapidly as if they had taken a tonic.

From the three-meter body, it expanded dozens or hundreds of times and turned into terrifying giants.

Every step they took was blessed by the terrifying earthly evil spirit, which made their already wild and fierce aura expand wildly.

With every move, there was a terrifying power blooming.

But the demon clan was not weak either.

It was just that a large number of thunder arrows and Feng Hao's attack consumed their number and weakened their strength.

So when facing the small witch tribe, the Wasteland Tribe, whose attribute power came from Hou Tu Niangniang, was good at earth witchcraft and especially good at close combat.

The demon tribe, the Silver Moon Tribe, which was good at controlling the cold power of the Silver Moon Frost and whose close combat ability was not very outstanding, soon suffered a great loss.

The strong and tough Silver Moon tribe faced the strong men of the witch tribe who could cause a small earthquake with one move, like dogs facing the ancient beasts.

They howled in fear.

In a short time, the fighting spirit was reduced and the formation quickly scattered.

"Ah~~~"

Crack!

The sword that Feng Hao slashed out went a step further, breaking off a corner of the Silver Moon Frost Blade, the treasure of the Silver Moon Tribe, before it was gradually broken under the power of other demon tribe masters.

But the Silver Moon Wolf King did not show any joy, but his face was gloomy as water.

"Huang Du!"

"That thing is in the hands of the Jiejiao monk behind the human race!"

"Do you want to fight with me here and let that guy who hides his head and shows his tail take advantage?"

Huang Du, the leader of the Wasteland Tribe, whose cultivation level is equal to that of the Silver Moon Wolf King, had a dim yellow light flashing in his only eye between his eyebrows, and a terrifying yellow light swept out from his grin.

It was as if endless quicksand rushed directly to the Silver Moon Wolf King.

He had no interest in verbal battles, and directly attacked with witchcraft, the Wasteland Quicksand.

The quicksand instantly enveloped the Silver Moon Wolf King, interweaving with the silver moon's clear light.

At the same time.

Huang Du had already drawn the energy of the earth veins when he raised his hand, interweaving with the earth's spiritual energy to condense into a huge mace.

He knocked it down on the head of the Silver Moon Wolf King.

The Silver Moon Wolf King had a gloomy face, and broke the enemy with the Silver Moon Frost Blade.

Boom!

The mace shattered.

The huge recoil force also caused the Silver Moon Frost Blade to tremble slightly, but it did not cause any substantial damage, but the Silver Moon Wolf King did not show any joy.

Just because after one mace was shattered, Huang Du had quickly condensed the second and third maces...

Boom boom boom...

One by one, the maces, which were condensed with the spiritual power of the earth and were extremely heavy, brought up waves of phantoms and smashed down madly under his terrifying body power.

The maces were broken and reunited.

Facing such an attack, the Silver Moon Wolf King could not resist for a while and could only retreat step by step.

What made him feel even colder in his heart was that on the Silver Moon Tribe’s treasure, the Silver Moon Frost Blade, which had already been shattered in a corner, more cracks appeared!

Damn Wu Clan barbarians!

They are unreasonable!

"Huang Du! Wake up!"

"If we fight, both of us will suffer. Don't let the Jiejiao disciples get the upper hand!"

However, the Wu clan's main point is that once a war starts, there must be a winner.

Who cares if someone gets the upper hand or not.

"Little dog."

"I just want to kill you or be killed by you now."

"As for the rest, I don't care!"

Boom boom boom...

Huang Du's

His hands had already swung out a large afterimage, and the rhythm of the mace's attack was even faster.

The Silver Moon Wolf King held his breath in his chest, gritted his teeth and growled unwillingly.

"Retreat!"

At the command.

The demons of the Silver Moon Tribe, who were already at a disadvantage, howled to the sky.

The cold moonlight descended again at this moment, and frost covered the void and froze the earth.

The originally hard earth thorns became fragile.

The demons of the Silver Moon Tribe began to retreat in an orderly manner.

But as the Wasteland Tribe, which had been fighting with them for many years, they had long been familiar with their methods and had restrained themselves.

"Little dog, you still only know these two tricks after so many years."

"You are just a waste!"

Huang Du grinned coldly, and as he raised the mace in his hand, all the one-eyed witches raised their weapons in an instant, and dim light bloomed.

Witchcraft of the witch tribe.

The quicksand of the wasteland swept across the sky, and the yellow sand rolled all over the sky, covering the demons of the Silver Moon Tribe.

Slowing down their movements.

Dong Dong Dong~~~

Huang Du strode out barefoot, crushing the frost all over the ground, and the mace in his hand turned into earth spikes and whizzed through the air, throwing them in the direction of the Silver Moon Tribe's retreat.

At the same time.

Thousands of witch warriors also used the same method, rolling up the sky with their arms and throwing endless earth spikes.

In the blink of an eye, a thousand-mile earth wall was formed in front of the retreat of the Silver Moon Tribe.

The spiritual light on the earth wall flowed, and at the moment when the first group of demons of the Silver Moon Tribe approached, earth spikes flew out to further slow down their speed.

And the witches behind caught up again.

However, the Silver Moon Tribe was not a pushover. Although its strength was weakened a lot by Feng Hao, it had been in conflict with the Wasteland Tribe for a long time.

And they had fought to the death in the first battle between the witches and liches, so they were extremely familiar with their methods.

"Huang Du, you only have these two tricks!"

Silver Moon Wolf King retorted.

The two tribes fought again.

On the human city wall.

A group of human warriors watched this scene, their blood boiling.

And Feng Hao's eyes flickered, and he had a deeper understanding of the strength of the two tribes.

Just the bottom tribes of these two races have such strength, so you can see what the top of the two tribes are like!

Compared with them, the human race is completely insignificant, just like an ant.

Feng Hao recalled the prehistoric times in his memory. After the Three Sovereigns ruled the world and the Five Emperors established the laws, the human race was said to have flourished.

But later, whether it was Dayu's flood control or the performance in the Conferred Gods War, it was far different from the current state of the two tribes.

Even in the later period, there were many schools of thought and even Buddhism spread eastward.

The human race was still just a supporting role.