"No, no, no, that old madman is not that simple. He must have a back-up plan. He must not go out. I don't want to end up like Jimiya."

Allen was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and his head shook like a rattle.

When he said this, Misri felt a little scared in his heart, with a thoughtful look in his eyes: "Since the old madman has left his sword intention, it means that he has really left. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and we must not miss it.

Do you think he can keep this terrifying sword intent without restriction?"

The panic in Allen's eyes has not faded, but he feels that what Misri said is not unreasonable. After all, according to common sense, the more powerful something is, the more expensive it is to use, so there cannot be no limit.

As for this kind of sword intention that can instantly destroy the physical body of a powerful person who has transformed into a god, the old madman will probably have to pay a lot of price for leaving one behind, and the possibility of being able to leave behind the second one is simply slim.

But people like the old madman cannot be judged by common sense. Allen's fear of him comes from the depths of his soul. Although he was a little moved, he still said tangledly: "What if he leaves a second and third path?

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"Before, Jimis was arrogant and insisted on going out on his own. Now we can send some cannon fodder to test him."

Misri has recovered from his fear and said confidently.

Allen's eyes lit up, he patted his forehead and said excitedly: "Yeah, how could I forget that there seems to be a story about track and field horse racing in the indigenous history. We can definitely send some low-level tribesmen to kill his backhand.

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"In this case, we will send people to investigate now."

Seeing that Allen agreed with his opinion, Misri smiled happily.

It's not that he has to ask Allen's permission to implement his plan, but this kind of temptation is likely to kill many people.

Even the lower-level tribesmen are still tribesmen. The tribesmen are closely related and have intricate relationships. His arbitrary actions may cause dissatisfaction among some high-ranking tribesmen.

But if Allen also agrees, the situation will be different. When the three leaders were severely damaged in Jimia, the decision made by their two top leaders is the supreme decision, and no one dares to have an opinion.

The tragic situation of Jimiya has long been spread throughout the secret realm, and those low-level tribesmen who were used as cannon fodder are not stupid, knowing that they are likely to end up even more miserable than Jimiya.

But despite their reluctance, Misri and Allen stood on the moral high ground and made a heavy promise, saying that they sacrificed for the fate of the ethnic group and that the ethnic group would take care of their families. They could only grit their teeth.

With a sense of luck, he walked out of the secret realm cautiously to investigate.

There was no response within a kilometer radius, and the cannon fodder felt a little calmer.

Two kilometers... three kilometers... ten kilometers... twenty kilometers... fifty kilometers...

The anxious hearts of the cannon fodder finally returned to reality, and they happily ran back to report that the danger was over.

Misri and Allen were overjoyed and rewarded these cannon fodders. They immediately organized manpower to prepare for the relocation. When the news spread, the entire ethnic group was filled with joy and everyone was beaming with joy as they prepared for the ethnic group's relocation.

After all, although the secret realm is good, the place is only so big. They don't want to be trapped here for the rest of their lives. The outside world may be helpless, but it will definitely be more exciting.

The elite warriors quickly gathered, and under the leadership of the leaders of the major legions, marched out of the secret realm with great vigor, and continued to spread around the secret realm to prevent other incidents.

Misri and Allen were in high spirits, and the joy of being out of trouble made them look at each other and laugh proudly.

A cold light flashed in Misri's eyes, and he gritted his teeth

Gritting his teeth, he said: "The Goddess organization has lied to us and trapped our people here for thousands of years. It's time to recover this blood debt."

"Yes, this time our clan escapes from trouble, we must pay with blood and kill all these humble natives. However, that old madman is so difficult to deal with, how should we deal with it?"

Allen's face was filled with excitement one moment, but fear appeared on his face the next moment, and he said worriedly.

"Don't worry, after we find a safe place to stay, we will immediately let the tribesmen disperse and mix with the indigenous people, and then we will find a way to get in touch with the ancestral land, open the space channel, and send immortal-level powers to compete with the will of heaven in the three realms.

, as long as there is no suppression of the will of the three realms, with our cultivation, a mere old madman is not an ant that can be easily crushed to death."

Misri had already planned it and said confidently.

"Okay, as long as my cultivation is not suppressed, I can crush that old madman's ant with one finger."

Allen fears and hates the old madman as much as he does. They are powerful men at the peak of the Divine Realm, but they have been blocked by a mere holy warrior ant for forty years. How can he not feel this?

Frustrated.

"And that damn Goddess organization, they tricked us into this damn secret realm and sealed us there. We were trapped there for thousands of years. The most hateful thing is that they were so audacious that they dared to use our tribe as guinea pigs for genetic experiments.

It is truly an unforgivable crime.”

Misri gritted his teeth and said.

When it comes to hatred, although he also hates the old madman, he hates the God Descendants organization even more. When they came to the Three Realms through the weak point left by Kunpeng when he opened the space, they wanted to conquer the world, but he did not expect that when they passed through the space channel,

The terrifying power of time and space caused heavy losses to their million-strong army, and not even 100,000 people reached the Three Realms alive.

Coupled with the rejection and suppression of foreign races by the will of the Three Realms, their cultivation has been greatly restricted.

Just when they were about to find a place to recover from their injuries before launching a war, the Divine Organization took the initiative to negotiate a deal with them. They were willing to provide them with a secret realm that was not suppressed by the law of heaven for them to recuperate, but they needed their help to obtain two Avatars.

The blood sample of a powerful person at the pinnacle of the divine realm.

How could the unruly Black Blood Plague Tribe be willing to make a deal with the humble natives? The two sides fought fiercely. However, although their cultivation level was much higher than that of the members of the Divine Origin Organization, because they were aliens, they were subject to the will of Heaven.

Due to the strong suppression and rebound, coupled with the fact that they passed through the space channel, almost everyone suffered injuries.

In this situation of ebb and flow, even though there are many powerful people in the Black Blood Plague Clan, there is nothing they can do about the divine organization that occupies the right time, place and people, and ends up killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred to itself.

In the end, the leader of the Black Blood Plague tribe saw that there were only more than 60,000 people left in the tribe that had less than 100,000 troops, and basically everyone was injured. This kind of loss was unbearable for them, so they had to ask the God descendants organization

Compromised and agreed to their request.

When they first entered the secret realm, the Goddess Organization was polite to them, but they did not expect that after they successfully obtained the blood samples of the two peak god-transformation experts, the Goddess Organization immediately turned their backs and sealed the secret realm where they were hiding.

Let them become caged animals.

The Black Blood Plague tribe had no confidence in daring to enter the secret realm. They were accompanied by divine seal masters who were proficient in sealing techniques. They didn't take it seriously when the secret realm was sealed. They were just angry that the divine descendants organization was trying to burn bridges.

However, they still underestimated the divine organization after all. The seal turned out to be an ancient seal, filled with terrifying seal power. Even the divine seal master could not break it in a short time.

Even so, the Black Blood Plague Clan didn't take it seriously. After all, they needed time to heal their injuries. When the injuries healed, it was almost time for the Divine Master to break the seal.

But next

The development of the situation was completely beyond their expectations. The ancient seal was internal and not external, which meant that although they could not get out, the divine organization could enter the secret realm at any time.

But by the time they knew this, it was already too late. The few Divine Masters who were already in small numbers were unprepared and killed by the strong men of the Divine Origin organization who sneaked into the secret realm and died in a sneak attack, making the time to break the seal extremely long.

Only being a thief for a thousand days can't prevent a thief for a thousand days. The Black Blood Plague tribe angrily increased their vigilance, but the Goddess organization seemed to have expected it, and disappeared for a long time and never appeared again.

As time passed, the Black Blood Plague tribe became tired physically and mentally, so they relaxed their vigilance. Knowing that they might not be able to get out in a short time, they began to formulate a plan to reproduce the population, using the few female soldiers who accompanied the army as reproduction tools, and began to reproduce.

To generate interest and keep increasing the population.

Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, the powerful members of the Divine Origin organization suddenly sneaked in again and abducted all the newborns and teenagers of the Black Blood Plague Tribe for some genetic experiments. The Black Blood Plague Tribe was furious but had no choice but to

Increase vigilance secretly.

But the God Descendants organization is very clever. It disappears for several years, but when it appears, it must be when the Black Blood Plague tribe has completely relaxed their vigilance, and they continue to kidnap their descendants.

The Black Blood Plague Tribe is angry. The God Descendants Organization is trying to cut off their roots. After urgent discussions, all newborns will be protected intensively. There must be at least ten Black Blood Plague Tribes around them at all times.

Warrior protection.

Sure enough, as a result, it has become much more difficult for the divine organization to kidnap newborns, and it has also lost many powerful people in the secret realm.

Just as the Black Blood Plague Tribe was celebrating, the Divine Organization suddenly changed its strategy and brutally killed those female warriors, causing the Black Blood Plague Tribe, which already had a severe imbalance of yin and yang, to fall into a serious reproductive crisis.

Just when the Black Blood Plague Tribe was in panic, the Divine Organization unexpectedly sent a large number of human women.

Love between men and women is the way of family relationships. Although the Black Blood Plague Tribe realizes that this is a conspiracy of the God Descendants Organization and wants to use human women to gradually dilute the blood of their Black Blood Plague Tribe, in the secret realm where Yang is strong and Yin is declining,

, they have no choice at all and cannot refuse the temptation of human women.

Fortunately, they are not unprepared. They have already protected the surviving purebred black-blooded plague women as national treasures, specifically to breed purebred bloodlines for the strongest members of their tribe.

Misri, Allen and others are the purebred bloodline of the ethnic group. Such purebred bloodline has an extraordinary status in the ethnic group and enjoys the best resources and training environment. The leader of the ethnic group can only rely on purebreds like them.

Produced in the blood.

But in this way, the black-blood plague tribe is divided into pure blood and mixed blood. The base of the mixed-blood tribe is extremely large, accounting for almost 80% of the entire tribe. The pure-blood plague tribe has even 2%.

Less than ten.

Strong fortresses are often conquered from within. It must be said that the Godborn organization is very vicious and wants to create internal conflicts without bloodshed to weaken their overall strength.

There is a class division within the Black Blood Plague clan, and a few people inform the majority. The consequences can be imagined.

Historically, mixed-blood tribesmen have had many riots due to unfair treatment. If it were not for the fact that the pure-blooded bloodline enjoys the best resources and practices the best techniques, the probability of becoming a strong person is also the highest.

If suppressed with strong force, the pure-blood tribe would have been wiped out long ago.
Chapter completed!