It's just that God's calculations are not as good as those of humans. Maybe the fate of the Black Xueban clan should not be cut off.

Hundreds of years ago, there were several amazingly talented people among the mixed race people. They became self-taught masters by relying on the notes left by the divine masters.

The black-blood plague clan has been trapped for nearly ten thousand years, and they never want to leave this damn secret realm. Now they finally see the hope of escape, so naturally they attach great importance to these mixed-blood clansmen, and even the pure-blood clans who have always been too high-minded are going to

The strong ones also treat them with courtesy and respect, and their resources are greatly tilted towards them.

In this way, although the status of the mixed-blood tribesmen is still far lower than that of the pure-blood tribesmen, their voice in the tribe has also been greatly increased, which has also indirectly eased the sharp conflicts between them and the pure-blood tribesmen.

The ethnic group once again united as one, working together with the Divine Seal Master to destroy the power of the seal, and the ethnic group's population gradually began to increase.

Thanks to the divine organization and thousands of years of reproduction, the population of the Black Blood Plague Tribe has already exceeded one million. However, after several riots and bloody massacres in history, the population of the entire tribe has become smaller than the population when they first came to the secret realm.

Not much different, only a few hundred thousand people in total.

But in just a few hundred years, the population of the ethnic group has increased dramatically, almost quadrupling, reaching an astonishing over 400,000 people.

Although most of these increased populations are mixed-race people, the population base is larger, and the chance of strong people also increases.

Coupled with the increasing voice of those divine masters, the mixed-race tribesmen with good qualifications can also obtain good training conditions and resources, and gradually form a rivalry with the pure-blood tribesmen.

Especially decades ago, after the divine seal masters teamed up to destroy the seal and finally opened the door to the secret realm, the momentum of the mixed-race people had reached its peak in history. If an old madman hadn't suddenly appeared and blocked the door for nearly 40 years,

Years ago, the entire Black Blood Plague Clan had long since left this damn secret realm to make trouble.

But it has to be said that the ethnic group is no longer dominated by pure-blood tribesmen. Mixed-blood tribesmen have gradually ascended to the top of the ethnic group, and Jimiya is one of the representative figures.

Misri's previous cautious behavior, pretending to be cowardly and fearful, may not mean that he did not take the opportunity to eradicate dissidents. After all, in the eyes of the noble pure-blood people, Mijia is just a mixed-blood bastard, so why should he be equal to them?

Therefore, this time, not only did he successfully kill someone with a borrowed knife and eradicate the arrogant bastard Mijia, but he also finally paved the way out of the secret realm. You can imagine how happy Misri felt.

But when he thought that all the grievances he had suffered over the past ten thousand years were caused by the Goddess organization, the new and old hatreds added together made Misri grit his teeth and wanted to go to the Goddess organization to settle the score immediately.

It's a pity that neither pleasure nor hatred can keep him there for long. The overwhelming terrifying sword light outside the secret realm suddenly bloomed. The huge number of elite warriors only had time to scream in agony before they were strangled by the dense and terrifying sword intent.

The body was shattered into pieces, and no one survived.

In the sky, the sword light that destroyed the world formed a torrent of sword light, sweeping towards the gate of the secret realm. Along the way, countless space cracks as fine as spider webs were cut out, which was daunting.

"Go back quickly, quickly!"

Misri and Allen's faces were pale, and they let out shrill screams that were not like human voices. They hurriedly squeezed into the light door from the tribesmen who were moving out one after another, like bereaved dogs.

Puff puff puff!

Those tribesmen who had not figured out what was going on and were still moving out happily were instantly annihilated by the terrifying torrent of sword light without any reaction. They screamed incessantly, leaving only a section of black and red bloody mud on the ground.

"Close the door, close the door immediately."

Misri

His face turned green, and he did not hesitate to join forces with Allen to close the door to the secret realm, regardless of the fact that there were still clan members outside the door who had not had time to retreat.

"Master Misri and Master Allen, what is going on? We need an explanation."

There were angry denunciations from the crowd. After all, those tribesmen who were locked out included their relatives and friends.

"I also do it for everyone's safety. Sometimes, necessary sacrifices are inevitable. For the safety of most people, we can only make such a helpless choice. I hope you can understand."

When facing these tribesmen, Misri was not as cautious as before, and spoke softly but with a strong tone.

"You said it was safe outside. Why did such a situation suddenly occur? The outside world needs an explanation."

"Yes, you must give us an explanation today."

"Hmph, Master Mijia almost died, but you were unscathed. All the dead were us mixed-race people. What's the conspiracy behind this?"

"I think some people want to take advantage of the opportunity to eradicate dissidents, so they take our lives unjustly."

"We used to be pure-blood tribesmen, and we can't control our transformation into mixed-race tribesmen. Why are you nobler than us? You use us as cannon fodder every time."

"We are going to ask Lord Kliman and Lord Moros to comment. Today, we must give us an explanation."

"Even if it was unintentional, they made a wrong decision and must give us an explanation."

…

The crowd was full of emotions and indignation, and you and I forced the two leaders, Misri and Allen, to give an explanation.

The mixed-race tribesmen originally had doubts and dissatisfaction with Mijia becoming a useless person, but because they were excited by the news that they could finally leave this damn secret realm, they suppressed their dissatisfaction. Even Misri and the others suppressed the low-level mixed-race people.

The tribesmen were used as cannon fodder to explore the road, and they did not express any objection. After all, the overall situation was the most important thing.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. They all happily prepared to move. Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred. So many people died. The most important thing was that the hope of leaving was also extinct.

Under the disappointment, the previously suppressed dissatisfaction immediately burst out, and Misri and Allen were the top decision-makers and pure-blood tribesmen, so they naturally became the targets of their venting.

Seeing the public outrage, Misri and Allen were also frightened. They could not suppress their cultivation in this secret realm. Although their cultivation was much higher than that of these mixed-race people, the number of these people was really terrifying, and there were many among them.

If a riot breaks out among the strong men in the early and mid-stage of the Transformation God Realm, they will be torn into pieces in two minutes.

Allen didn't have any opinions to begin with. Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, slipping in a direction beyond his control, he was immediately at a loss and looked at Misri in confusion.

"Don't panic, don't make noise. Listen to our explanation. Mijia didn't listen to our advice and insisted on exploring the road in person, so he fell into the enemy's trick. However, in order to take everyone away, we still sent some tribesmen to risk their lives.

If there is any danger, go to the outside world to investigate. We will only contact you after confirming that there is no danger.

We knew that everyone was relocating, but we didn’t expect that the enemy would be so cunning. The sword intent he planted would only be activated by the touch of a high-level warrior. It was beyond our expectation that things would get to this point. Anyway, I and I

As a decision-maker, Allen should indeed bear part of the responsibility."

Misri secretly drummed in his heart, knowing that if he did not do well today, he was afraid that there would be another riot like before, which would definitely be a fatal blow to the Black Blood Plague Tribe, so he quickly explained loudly.

I secretly cursed in my heart, no wonder that old lunatic follows a crazy person all day long.

He was slashing here and there in the open space as if he was sick. He always thought that the old madman was bored and fell ill.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized. It turned out that the old madman had already planned it. It would take a lot of effort to release the sword intention. Even someone as strong as the old madman would not be able to deploy so many sword intentions in a short time, but he had already started

The layout, which seems to have been hacking randomly over the years, is actually quietly laying out the sword intention into a large formation of sword intention, waiting for the critical moment to be activated.

With the arrogant personality of the old madman, he naturally looked down on the low-cultivation members of the Black Blood Plague Clan. The sword intention formation he had carefully laid out required the aura of a strong person in the God Transformation Realm to activate it.

Therefore, the low-level tribesmen did not find any abnormalities when exploring the path, but when the elite warriors were exploring, the sword intention formation was immediately triggered.

Because the commanders of the elite warriors are all strong men in the early or middle stages of becoming gods, and their aura meets the conditions for triggering the sword formation.

What a good plan, what a good plan.

This means that all their reactions have been calculated to the core. Old madman, are you really crazy or pretending to be crazy?

Misri's heart was full of bitterness. He had always been proud of his unparalleled strategy. At this moment, he had to say a big word of admiration to the enigmatic old lunatic.

Because he knew that with the old madman's handiwork and painstaking layout, it would never be as simple as killing some elite members of the clan.

He quickly worked out a reasonable logic in his mind to analyze the old madman's intentions.

According to his inference, the old madman must have been away for a while for something important. In order to prevent them from taking advantage of this opportunity to escape, he set up a large sword formation.

The Sword Intent Formation shattered the void and guarded the gate for him. The space cracks formed would take about three months to completely heal, which meant that he would never leave for more than three months.

Judging from the fact that he quietly set up his formation several years ago, his departure this time was not due to a whim, but a premeditated departure. What was the important matter that forced him to leave?

This question is destined to have no answer. The old madman may seem crazy, but in fact he has a mind as deep as the sea and has calculated all human nature and character to his core.

More than 20 years ago, the old madman left without saying a word for two days, but he just bluffed and planned an empty city plan, which made the always cautious Misri suspicious. For two days, he did not dare to leave the secret realm. He missed the opportunity.

He found the best time to leave, which was a great shame and humiliation for him.

Misri once swore that he would never be fooled by the old madman again, but the facts proved that he still lost, even worse than the last time he stood still and missed the opportunity.

Let alone Mijia being deposed, he had the intention of killing someone with a borrowed knife, which was all within his expectation, but the death of thousands of elite soldiers was definitely beyond his expectation. As the decision-maker of the ethnic group, he

You really need to take responsibility for this.

The gate of the secret realm was blocked by the space crack, cutting off the way for the Black Blood Plague tribe to leave the secret realm. Even though they knew that this sword formation was the last resort of the old madman, no one dared to step out of the secret realm gate in the face of the terrifying space crack.

This was not enough to make Misri feel so aggrieved that he wanted to vomit blood. What made him feel most depressed and aggrieved was that the old madman was obviously very aware of the divisions between the two races of the Black Blood Plague Tribe.

Gimiya was deposed, used low-level mixed-race tribesmen as cannon fodder, triggered the sword array to annihilate the elite warriors and then shattered the void, cutting off the tribe's escape route, thus causing the mixed-race tribesmen to be dissatisfied with the decision-makers... All of this is actually happening after
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