A deserted camp.

The space was shaking before, like a river breaking a dam, and a terrifying tide swept across it, as if it was about to destroy a world.

Although Jinwu had already given a warning in advance when he was going into seclusion, it still made people feel uneasy.

The head of the Kuto tribe of the Jinwu tribe had a dense sweat beads covered with his forehead. If it weren't for the opposite Master Prajna, he would still be as motionless as a mountain. I'm afraid he would have been unable to hold back and rushed out to find out.

In fact, this is too loud and terrifying.

The Qingliu tribe was unmoved, and even if they were knocked away by the shock space, they rushed back again the next moment.

He stood outside the tent with cold eyes and violent eyes, like a wolve who chose someone to eat.

This is the last chance of Shenliu, and it is also the Qingliu tribe, with only the chance to survive.

There is absolutely no mistake to be made!

If you want to say that all parties look at the shocking movements caused by the deserted camp, it is definitely fake without any surprise.

But the silence of the Jinwu tribe, coupled with the viciousness of the Qingliu tribe, made these thoughts slowly press into the heart after a few turns.

The space shock that had been almost earth-shaking for nearly an hour finally began to fade. The speed was very fast, and it disappeared completely after a few breaths.

The head of the Qingliu tribe licked it, his lips were chapped and white, his eyes were staring at the camp, and his eyes were extremely nervous.

Swish

The camp opened from the inside, and Rou Rou stepped out, facing his eyes, but without any expression, and walked away with a cold face.

At this moment, the heart of the Qingliu tribe leader instantly fell to the bottom of the valley, his body shook a few times, and almost collapsed to the ground on the spot.

In my heart, there was only one thought that was circling, it was completely finished!

This willow branch is the only life left by the willow god, and it is its last struggle. If it tries or fails, it means that everything will be irreversible.

The Qingliu tribe, in his hands... was ruined!

The old patriarch was full of tears, his eyes were dark, and he cried. The old patriarch, who was almost fainted, could not see it by his blurred eyes, and then Qin Yu walked out of the big tent.

As soon as he walked out, he saw the old face in front of him, crying sadly. Qin Yu shrank and frowned. Could it be that just as he arranged the order to break the boundary, the totem willow of the Qingliu tribe could not hold back his life?

hiss

If this is true, it would be a bit unlucky, and Qin Yu's next plan will inevitably be affected.

Then, the next moment, Qin Yu heard more gasping sounds.

You "hiss", I "hiss", everyone "hiss", in short, the momentum is amazing, as if it was exhausted in an instant, and the air of this world caused everything to fall into a state of silence.

A soldier from the Qingliu tribe stared at the verge of a 10,000-person group, stared at Qin Yu's hand, which was green and vibrant.

I was afraid that the scene in front of me would be just their hallucinations, and when I breathed out, I would be blown away directly.

The old patriarch of the Qingliu tribe who was crying and extremely sad finally noticed the strange situation around him. He raised his hand to wipe his face, grabbed the snot and tears, and then blinked hard, rolled his eyes after a few "giggles".

He saw the green willow branch in Qin Yu's hand now.

He took this willow branch from his own hands. The willow god was charred by lightning and he remembered the texture of every leaf on it clearly. Therefore, it only takes one glance to the old patriarch to confirm that this is the willow branch he brought.

The leaves are still those leaves, and the thickness of the willow branches has not changed, but what it emits now is full of vitality and has never appeared again after the Willow God failed to survive the tribulation.

One hand slapped his chest desperately, and it made a dull sound like a hammer and a drum. The old patriarch finally recovered and did not roll his eyes on the spot and fainted.

He stepped forward, his mouth was shaking violently, and he collided up and down and fought, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Qin Yu calmed down, and it seemed that things were different from what he thought. He coughed lightly and handed the willow branch in his hand. "Fortunately, the patriarch took it back, and the totem willow god of the Qingliu tribe can be reborn and re-educated."

Puff

The old patriarch knelt directly on the ground, with his head clattered for several times, and his hands trembled forward, but when he took the willow branches into his hand, he instantly became very stable, without a trace of trembling, just like a cast iron.

"The general rescues Liu Shen, which is equivalent to saving the entire Qingliu tribe. I will send Liuzhi back to the tribe first, and then express my gratitude!"

He held the willow branches, stood up from the ground, turned around to face the Qingliu tribe's eyes, his face shook for a moment, and his face was filled with tears again.

"Go, come with me, protect me

Send Liu Shen home!”

The cheers were like boiling, boiling to the sky, and each soldier cried with joy, his eyes turned red and his excited body trembled.

They were finally sure that God Liu was saved.

If the Liu Shen survives, the Qingliu tribe can continue, and their elderly parents and young children can continue to live.

Without any hesitation, the ten thousand people rose up in the camp, surrounded by the old patriarch, like a torrent, rushing towards the tribe as fast as possible.

The violent aura soared into the sky like a sharp sword, enough to cut the world itself into two pieces directly from it, without anything that could stop them from going home.

Whoever blocks, whoever dies!

The old patriarch wiped his tears, and he looked around, his face full of relief and excitement.

For five hundred years, after the Liu Shen was bombarded by thunder and survived, the soldiers of the Qingliu tribe never had such a powerful and fierce aura.

And now, the Qingliu tribe of that year is back!

Countless eyes gathered in the Golden Crow Tribe were filled with shock at this moment. It was not a secret about the situation of the totem of the Green Willow Tribe.

The Huangren actually saved God Liu? This is impossible!

Under the heavenly disaster, being able to survive by chance is due to the long-standing existence of the Liu Shen and his profound heritage.

Its origin has been dispersed and its foundation has been destroyed. It is undoubtedly a situation of death.

But the scene before him was clearly informing them that the Qingliu tribe had survived!

Kuto stood outside the tent, looking at the Qingliu tribe that was leaving, feeling the vitality released by the willow branch in the old patriarch's hand, and his face was full of shock.

With his cultivation level, when he saw this willow branch with his own eyes, he could naturally conclude that the totem willow god of the Qingliu tribe was really saved!

Although his totem golden crow was given by the gift of the deserted people, he could complete the transformation and advancement, and achieve the unity of ice and fire, the scene before him was still shocked.

Taking a deep breath, Kuto looked at the opposite side. Master Prajna smiled, but his eyes were calm, as if he had already expected the scene in front of him.

The head of the Kutto clan showed a clear understanding and suddenly felt that he had grasped the true identity of a certain truth, Jinwu general, which was not as simple as he knew!

Opposite, Prajna's eyes were deep, "Your Matriarch, no matter what you guessed, please keep this secret."

The head of the Kutto clan trembled and he hurriedly bowed, "Master, don't worry, I swear from the holy land, and I will never reveal half a word to the outside world."

...

The next focus is no longer the Golden Crow Tribe, but to the Qingliu Tribe, which is dying because the totem willow willow is becoming increasingly sluggish and withering.

Under the interweaving of countless sights, the group of ten thousand people from the Qingliu tribe kept escorting the old patriarch and returning to the tribe with the willow branches.

Unlike the rising momentum of the Golden Crow tribe, the Qingliu tribe is surrounded by the upper and lower parts, and the decayed atmosphere of the mountains is like a terminally ill old man.

All the tribesmen who had the ability to move had struggled to walk out of the camp, revealing their long-lost expectations on their numb faces.

But it's not rich.

The barbarians of the Qingliu tribe have endured too much suffering and despair and no longer dared to have too much hope for everything in front of them.

Even though they had already obtained the information sent back in advance, the Totem Shenliu was rescued... they could only believe what they saw with their own eyes.

So, they all came out!

At this moment, it was not just the Qingliu tribe, but in the sky outside the tribe, the barbarians and powerful men from other tribes didn't care about hiding their figures and stared at the next scene.

They have to witness whether the Liu Shen of the Qingliu tribe is dead or alive!

In the middle of the tribe, there is a piece of black scorched earth, dry without any moisture, and without any vitality.

This is a terrifying situation caused by the thunder falling from heaven and bombarding the Shenliu when the power dissipated.

The totem willow of the Qingliu tribe stands in this scorched earth. Its trunk is split by thunder and its branches fall to the ground. Now it has become dry and dead branches.

The body, which was even more charred than the ground, is now only a willow branch, drooping weakly, retaining the last trace of vitality.

Everyone stopped outside the scorched earth. The old patriarch stepped forward alone. He held the willow branches in both hands and walked under the willow willow, kneeling on his knees. The old patriarch touched the ground with his head, "Shen Liu, I'm back!"

The old patriarch, who knew the state of the God of Willow, had no delay at all, and inserted the willow branches in his hand on the ground.

Then, he untied the skin water bag around his waist and poured it into the charred soil.

A gust of wind blew, and the green willow branches and swaying leaves fluttered in the wind.

Behind it, the extremely thick and strong Liu Shen, who had been struggling for five hundred years after being struck by the thunder of heaven,

Directly transform into powder in the wind.

They were not blown away by the wind, but merged into their feet. This scorched earth made the land that was ravaged by thunder in a blink of an eye and returned to its original state.

The willow branches take root and sprout, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. After several breaths, they become a small willow tree.

Although it is incomparable to the huge body of God Liu before, one is withered and dying, and its foundation is destroyed, the other is reborn and full of vitality.

The old patriarch roared with all his strength, "Welcome to the new life of God Liu!"

On this day, the Qingliu tribe and the Qingliu tribe were all in desperate situations and were ecstatic, with tears flowing.

Outside the tribe, countless strong barbarians witnessed the reincarnation of the totem of the Green Willow Tribe with their own eyes, and gradually showed burning heat in their eyes.
To be continued...