Chapter 689: The soft-hearted god

Sending Bolt and Utoya away doesn't mean that You Chuiyun knows the way.

When he came to the border of this cage, he felt the breath of the white tiger. Yes, the power of the formation of this border is related to the white tiger. In addition to the village chief's account, this self-contained small world seems to be the hunting ground of the White Tiger Holy Beast, raising the servants of this divine beast in captivity.

You Chuiyun walked towards the border for a long time, but when he looked back, the distance between Tian Shenshan and himself had not changed at all, which means that no matter how wild he ran, he would never be able to get out of this illusion-like border.

"But I lost all my magic power in this place, otherwise I could sense one or two."

When You Chuiyun walked along the forest, many wild beasts saw this lonely man who was ignorant of life and death coming to eat. You Chuiyun took their lives by a few stones.

Finally, You Chuiyun looked back at Tianshen Mountain at a cliff waterfall and sighed: "The answer should be on the mountain. We walked down in a hurry, but ignored exploring the top of the mountain. Missed the opportunity and wasted so much time in vain."

Suddenly, a bird was startled in the forest, and then there were waves of wars and wars, and the sounds of shouting and fighting continued to come.

You Chuiyun was a little confused, so he moved around and came to the branch of the largest and tallest tree with his figure.

From time to time, we have already seen the truth.

I saw two people supporting each other and fleeing to the roots of the tree at the feet of You Chuyun. Hundreds of people gathered around them, and they surrounded them without missing a trace of water.

There were many surrounded people, and the leading men, You Chuiyun, held their breath and concentrated their minds, lowered their heartbeats, and they did not discover them. It turned out that there were twelve people who were judged as gods, and there were three chiefs.

The two people who escaped were old and young, with similar faces.

"God... you actually betrayed our Yanyang tribe! You also killed the other two, you will be punished by God!"

Among the twelve gods, there was a snake head and grinned: "Your tribe is not allowed to eat anyone. It's really boring. In the new tribe, I can do whatever I want."

Then a middle-aged short-bearded chief came up. He smiled confidently and said, "Hahaha, I'm not dead. I didn't expect that three generations of your family will die at my hands."

The old man from the Yanyang tribe was furious: "So it is you who killed my son?"

The young man was also very excited. If it weren't for the old man who pulled him, he would have pounced on him and died.

The short-bearded chief held a cold dagger in his hand and threw it to the feet of his grandfather and grandson: "No need to say more, after you die, everything in the Yanyang tribe will be divided equally by our three tribes. Let's finish it soon, I'll give you some fun."

The young man picked up the dagger on the ground and rushed over regardless of his life. However, he was kicked back by the short-bearded chief. The chief of the Yanyang tribe grabbed his grandson and then took the dagger to his senses, as if he was trying to kill himself.

Before his death, the old man looked confused. Is everything over like this?

"Grandpa, let's commit suicide, rather die than be a prisoner." The young man was also very determined.

As the cold light flashed, the old chief of the Yanyang tribe saw the reflection of the dagger, which blurred the figure.

Someone is on the tree!

"You're finally here, save us!"

The old man was very flexible and knew that since his words were made, he would inevitably temporarily pull the other party into the same camp as him.

The twelve gods, three chiefs and hundreds of warriors on the opposite side were also shocked and looked up. They didn't even know that there was someone on the big tree.

"Who? Do you dare to eavesdrop on us and seek death? Don't think about running away, get out."

The snake god was spitting out a letter, and he was not panicked. Even if the other party was a god, you can beat the twelve gods of the three major tribes here? You can't even escape.

But the other party didn't seem to think about running, but jumped down lightly and landed on the grass. He looked back at the grandfather and grandson, spread his hands and said, "I don't know them."

Looking at this guy's harmless appearance, the short-bearded chief was even more sure that this person was definitely a disaster, but he did not see any totem-like patterns on the back of his hand. He looked back at each other.

After his eyes, the short-bearded chief shook his head and said, "You are saying that there is no reason, or should you go with us?"

You Chuyun took back his deliberate hand. As expected, the chief still had some insight and did not let him go easily, but this also made him feel a headache.

I said it has nothing to do with me, do you want to mess with me?

"I have some serious business and don't have time to make trouble with you."

You Chuyun looked back at the confused grandfather and grandson, "I can't help you."

The grandfather and grandson looked desolate and bitter as if they were dead trees.

The twelve gods still showed up in the surround formation. The snake head squinted his eyes and said strangely: "You guy is not a god with such skills? It's strange, we won't let you go."

You Chuyun sneered: "What you said doesn't count."

The short-bearded chief drew out the big sword from his waist, and hundreds of people behind him aimed at the strange outsider with weapons or bows and arrows.

"Please please follow us, please don't resist... Otherwise."

Before the short-bearded chief could finish his words, he saw this strange man walking towards him openly. As everyone was watching, he passed by the twelve gods, passed by him, and passed through the crowd, and just... left?

After a while, the short-bearded chief came to his senses and was about to shout something, the snakehead god patted his shoulder with a serious expression and said, "This guy is very strong, don't mess with him."

Sure enough, even the twelve gods dared not take action easily.

"Are we so many gods still afraid of him?" The short-bearded chief sweated coldly.

The snakehead god was very dissatisfied with a black Xinzi who was spitting out a fishy smell: "Then why didn't you do it just now? You started and maybe we would follow you."

The short-bearded chief then recalled the creepy result of this person walking by.

Looking back, I felt embarrassed and angry, and I was actually caught by the other party's aura.

So he snatched his bow and arrows, and in order to vent his anger, he shot the grandson and grandson of the Yanyang tribe to death on the opposite side.

Kill the two people on the other side, adding a snake god to the tribe to turn back and capture the Yanyang tribe. In this way, you can strengthen yourself and achieve amazing results in the subsequent hunting.

The short-bearded chief thought so, and just smiled, but found that his bow could not be put out at all.

It turned out that the strange man had just returned, pulling his bowstring, his face a little ugly: "I am indeed soft-hearted. Can you be kinder, okay?"

Without saying a word, the snakehead god turned into a sharp shadow and attacked first, but the strange man slipped under his feet, which was even more slippery than the snake, and avoided its poisonous fangs.
Chapter completed!