Reincarnated as a sacred tree, I create a family of Yin soldiers

The return of Chen Qingyu brought cheers from the clan members.

Even many servants looked at the beasts behind Chen Qingyu with admiration. If they had encountered these beasts, they would have become fertilizer for the mass grave the next day.

"Brother Qingyu's team hunted three more beasts today. This time, Brother Qingyu's team must be ahead."

"That's right, Brother Qingyu's strength is now the strongest in the family!"

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Chen Qingyu was not proud of the praises from the crowd, because his ears had long been calloused by these praises.

"Oh no! Come quickly, Uncle Tianmo is injured!"

Just as everyone was praising, a figure ran in from outside in a hurry, with an extremely anxious face.

Behind him, another hunting team of clan members was carrying a person towards the family.

This team was another hunting team, led by Chen Tianlu and Chen Tianmo, who had just become blood coagulation warriors not long ago.

Although the two had just entered the blood coagulation realm, their hunting experience was not weak.

When the tribesmen heard that Chen Tianmo was injured, there was a trace of doubt on their faces, but then when they saw Chen Tianmo being carried back, they hurried forward to check the situation.

Chen Tianmo, who was fine before the departure, was now bleeding from his chest. Even clothes could not stop the wound. His face was pale and his breath was weak. It was obvious that he was seriously injured and would not live long.

Many tribesmen who saw this scene were also panicked at this moment.

A tribesman on the side hurriedly said:

"Our team went hunting today. We walked for a long time without seeing a suitable prey, so Uncle Tianmo and his two cousins ​​discussed going deeper."

"But who would have thought that a beast in the middle stage of blood coagulation suddenly attacked us during the journey!"

"Uncle Tianmo was not able to react in time and was seriously injured at the time. Then Uncle Tianlu was the last one to escape and came back."

Even Chen Qingyu frowned at this time. It was difficult to save such an injury.

But at this moment, Chen Qingyu had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and hurriedly said:

"Quick, send Uncle Tianmo to the ancestral hall! Pray for the help of the sacred tree!"

"Qingming, take me back quickly to save Uncle Tianlu!"

After hearing what Chen Qingyu said, the other clan members immediately reacted.

Yes, how could they forget that the family still has a sacred tree!

It's also because they have been busy with many things in the clan recently, and the ancestral hall is closed, so they also forgot to pray to the sacred tree.

But with such injuries, can the sacred tree really save him?

Many clan members were skeptical. Although the last time the clan members were seriously injured, it was not as serious as this time. At this time, Chen Tianmo's eyes were blank, and it was obvious that he could not hold on any longer.

The clan members no longer hesitated, and immediately carried Chen Tianmo to the ancestral hall.

Chen Qingyu took the two people and went to the mass grave again to rescue Chen Tianlu.

On the way to send Chen Tianmo to the ancestral hall, Chen Xingzhen hurried over after hearing the news. After seeing Chen Tianmo's injuries, Chen Xingzhen's eyes trembled slightly. Without saying anything more, he hurried to the ancestral hall.

In the ancestral hall, Ji Yang, who was listening to the conversation between the two living souls below, soon noticed the group of people rushing to the ancestral hall.

When Ji Yang sensed Chen Tianmo's weak breath, he instantly understood.

At this time, the two living souls under the shade of the tree also stopped communicating. These two living souls were none other than Chen Changming and Chen Tianshun.

The two of them could also appear in the ancestral hall during the day with the shade of the tree above, but outsiders could not see them, and the two of them could not be too far away.

After seeing Chen Tianmo being carried in, the two sighed:

"Ah!"

"This injury can't be saved!"

Both of them were blood coagulation warriors before their death, but even blood coagulation warriors with tempered bodies would still die after suffering a huge trauma.

And because the muscles and bones of blood coagulation warriors have been tempered, it is more difficult to recover after being injured.

Such injuries, if the bleeding is not stopped at the beginning, it is difficult to save.

The two looked sad, but as living souls, they could only watch silently and could not help.

In front, after seeing the family sacred tree, Chen Xingzhen's expression quickly calmed down, and hurried forward to pray:

"Please help the sacred tree!"

Above, Ji Yang did not hesitate. As the locust leaves swayed, many green light spots scattered from the branches and floated towards Chen Tianmo who was about to die.

This time the green light spots were more intense and there were more in number than before, because Chen Tianmo was not only seriously injured, but also a blood coagulation warrior.

If the vitality is too little, it is very likely that he cannot be pulled back.

At that time, there will be one more living soul in this ancestral hall.

Although he can be resurrected with a soul body, what Ji Yang lacks now is the deduction points. Naturally, he can save as many living clansmen as possible.

Chen Changming and the other man who saw this scene had a hint of surprise in their eyes.

They had just been resurrected not long ago, so how could they have seen the sacred tree display other divine powers?

Besides, when they were resurrected before, wasn't it already the greatest divine power that was displayed?

The two looked at each other with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

If they remembered correctly, even the previous family sacred tree didn't seem to have such magical powers, right?

Could it be that this small section that was split from the previous family sacred tree was more powerful than the original sacred tree?

The two looked at each other, but did not rush to draw a conclusion, but continued to watch.

As a large number of green light spots poured into Chen Tianmo's body, the wound that was originally hidden under the red cloth and was constantly bleeding began to heal quickly.

Chen Tianmo's pale face gradually turned pale, and then a trace of red appeared on his face. The redness became more and more, and Chen Tianmo's breath, which was close to zero, was pulled up again.

The next moment, Chen Tianmo opened his eyes blankly.

When he woke up and saw countless eyes looking at him, a trace of doubt appeared on his face:

"Patriarch, what happened?"

After saying that, Chen Tianmo jumped up from the ground, his figure was very agile, and he didn't look like he was seriously injured at all.

Seeing the red cloth stained with blood on his chest, Chen Tianmo was also shocked, and the memory of the injury in the mass grave mountain in his mind began to recover quickly.

Chen Tianmo, who remembered, hurriedly said:

"Patriarch, hurry up, Tianlu is still behind!"

"Don't worry, Qingyu is gone."

Hearing this, Chen Tianmo was relieved, but when he saw the intact chest and the sacred tree in front of him, he also understood and hurriedly began to thank the sacred tree.

Seeing that Chen Tianmo, who had just died, recovered in an instant, the most shocked were Chen Changming and the other person under the shade of the tree.

As for the other tribesmen, their faces were more full of joy and relief at this moment.

It turned out that the sacred tree could even save such injuries. Doesn't that mean that as long as they don't die outside the tribe, their lives are safe?

Wait, even if they die, it doesn't seem to matter, right?

The elders in the dream tribe said that it was fun there. Not only can they get together for a long time, but they don't have to eat. It is said that they chat every day and practice when they have nothing to do. Life is so happy.

Behind the ancestral hall, Chen Qinghe and Chen Qingmeng, who were still practicing combat skills, heard the news and rushed over from the tribe square.

When looking at the scene in front of him, Chen Qinghe's heart moved slightly.

He seemed to vaguely remember that he had found a broken combat skill in the ancestral hall.

What was it called?

No, he had to go find it!

He couldn't practice this Taizu Changquan for a quarter of an hour.