On Qingli Island, Chu Tian, ​​who was shirtless, had a bloody leopard skin wrapped around his waist, and a big python skin on his shoulders. He was filled with the aura of wild beasts, walked through one camp after another of slave warriors in a calm expression.

Chu Tian has used the way of changing the bright moon to change his body shape and appearance.

At this moment, he was about ten feet and three inches tall, with dark skin and various strange dark blue tattoos embroidered on it, looking extremely ferocious and fierce. His long hair was scattered randomly behind his head, sweat and blood made his long hair knot become a small strand of knot similar to a small whip.

Tian Xiu used the jade version to control all the slave warriors, and he was not worried that they would escape the battlefield. Therefore, Tian Xiu would not have much restraint on his daily life as long as they could fight hard.

On Qingli Island, slave camps of all sizes were mixed together in chaos, just like the tent area where countless refugees gathered, and it was extremely chaotic.

The wealth that Qingli Island had accumulated for countless years was plundered by them. Although the main seizures had been scrapped away by Tian Xiu, the slave warriors who were in charge still gained a lot of benefits.

In the camp, there were slave warriors drinking and cheering everywhere, and the wines of various wineries, restaurants, major families, and various forces of Qingli Island were squandered by these slave warriors without any pain.

Bunches of bonfires emit bright light and heat at night, fat cows, fat sheep, fat chickens, fat geese... A large amount of meat was roasted on the bonfire and the aroma of the meat almost condensed into substance, making people want to burp.

Many ragged tents were heard from women's crying and crying with despair. All kinds of strange impacts came from all directions. The excited and twisted roars of slave warriors were like roaring wild animals, spreading far away at night.

There are also many places where slave warriors from different groups or belonging to the same group are burned by alcohol because of a little trivial matter. They drew their swords toward each other, slashing and slashing wildly in the excitement of countless companions. Blood sprayed out along the sword light and sabers, and a strong smell of blood appeared in the air.

The demons were dancing in chaos and the smoky mist. When Chu Tian walked past a group of enthusiastic smearing grease on the ancient trees, and used towering ancient trees to ignite them as slave warriors, he knew that the Qingli Island was completely destroyed.

It is not something that can be accomplished in three to five hundred years.

Suddenly, three heavy large flying knives roared at Chu Tian in the slanting thorn. They were three feet long and the flying knives were as heavy as tens of thousands of pounds. Only Tian Xiu, who had extremely strong physical strength, chose to use such a heavy weapon!

It’s not like spiritual cultivation. Some disciples of the Sword Sect use only a few inches of flying swords. Under the urging of the sword technique, they can still burst out with terrible lethality.

Chu Tian waved his right hand, and a black afterimage swept out with a "whimper". Three flying knives hit the heavy hammer heavily, and were easily smashed into pieces by the extremely heavy hammer.

Dozens of feet away, a group of slave warriors gathered by the bonfire, whose faces were red by alcohol, and whose eyes were fierce and breathing like wild beasts, had just burst out with crazy laughter, and the laughter came to an abrupt end.

They looked at Chu Tian with amazement. One of them, the tallest bald man, who was almost the same height as Chu Tian, ​​was now twitching and looking here. On the ground at his feet, there were nine large flying knives that were exactly the same as the one that had just broken.

Chu Tian looked at the big man with a cold look.

Obviously, these guys were drunk too much and were bored and wanted to vent their excessive energy. Chu Tian, ​​who passed by alone and had a naive face, became their best target for disturbing public orders.

However, they never dreamed that they were provoking such a terrible existence!

There is a huge gap between heaven and earth between heaven and heavenly cultivators who practice ordinary skills and heavenly clans who practice "Heavenly Master". Chu Tian practiced the "Great Dream God Book", the mutated "Nine-Death Black Turtle Method", and the "Great Sword Book" that has reached the peak of swordsmanship in this world, are all more profound and magical techniques than ordinary "Heavenly Master".

The strongest physical strength is no more than ten dragon powers. In the face of Chu Tian, ​​who can burst out with the strongest lethal powers of only dozens of dragon powers, these ordinary cultivators with the strongest physical strength of only 720,000 dragon powers and even more magical cultivation, they are not even as good as ants!

He tilted his head and looked at the group of slave warriors who had already pulled out their weapons and were ready to move. Chu Tian bent down and grabbed a stone the size of a human head from the ground.

After weighing the stone, Chu Tian threw the stone out with great care.

With a "bang", the stone followed an absolutely straight track, breaking through dozens of white round air explosions, and hitting the chest of the big man who had just flew out of the flying knife.

Chu Tian was already careful and careful, and extremely careful to control his strength, but the stone he threw still pierced the big man's chest. A blood mist sprayed out, and more than a dozen slave warriors behind the big man screamed in unison, all of which were broken by the stones that were too fast to see the shadows, smashed their shoulders, or even penetrated their chests.

The tragic sound stopped at the same time as soon as it was heard.

Dozens of big men gritted their teeth and looked at Chu Tian in horror, not daring to make any sound.

Chu Tian sneered, gestured to them with a threatening gesture of slitting his throat, and smiled and striding forward.

Walking along the way, Chu Tian soon saw a pool ahead, on a ten-meter-high flagpole, in the middle of a huge blood-colored flag, a white wolf roaring to the sky and a black eagle flying high.

The Eagle and Wolf Group's station has arrived.

Unlike the messy and chaotic slave camps around, the camp of the Eagle Wolf Group is very neat and regular. Trenches are dug on all sides, simple warning restrictions are arranged, and there are dead corners of hope towers, arrow towers, and amazing bird monsters on them.

The tents in the camp were neat and clean, and teams of hawk and wolf warriors sat neatly around the bonfire, eating meat and drinking, but they did not make any messy sounds, and were very disciplined.

In the dark corner of the camp, there were hidden whistles lurking.

As far as Chu Tian saw, there were twelve swimming patrol teams constantly spinning around the camp. Many wolf demons turned into their original form, and giant wolf mingled in the patrol team, their noses constantly twitching, but if outsiders approached, it would be difficult to hide from their sensitive noses.

The camp faced the water pool and opened a gate. Chu Tian saw at a glance that the old yellow wolf who had been carrying him around in Yazhou was turning into a human form, with a yellow-haired wolf head standing in the middle of the gate, obviously the leader in charge of patrol.
Chapter completed!