He glanced down.

Um.

My body is falling!

Still has the tongue and half of the teeth.

Fuck!

Don't even leave me a whole head?

Although I can’t feel the pain anymore, it’s scary!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Wu Dan's head and body fell to the ground, and he had already thrown himself into Diyouyaksha above the Keteng tribe's camp, then suddenly turned back and flew back into the ghost mist.

A terrifying suction force rolled in from the depths of the earth, and the ghostly mist that originally covered the sky faded away like the tide.

Also missing were the corpses of Gu Dan and Yaksha.

"It's just an appearance, it scared me!"

Fang Xiu looked at the ghost mist that faded away in an instant and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He was actually quite embarrassed when faced with the ghostly fog that covered the sky and the sun.

After all, the momentum is terrifying.

Although he has stepped into the foundation building, he never has the ability to change the weather for hundreds of miles in an instant.

"Father, wake up!"

In the Keten tribe's camp, Ulan's cries floated from afar.

When Fang Xiu rushed back to the camp, Wu Lan was holding Wu Ri Ninggui's body and crying loudly. The two thousand homeless people from the Kten tribe around him also looked sad and sobbed softly.

"My daughter Wulan!"

Wu Rininggui closed his eyes tightly until Wulan, who was holding him, pinched his flesh covertly and forcefully.

Wu Rininggui opened his eyes in pain, perhaps because the severe pain in his broken arm was unbearable. He took a breath of air and looked at Fang Xiu with distracted eyes: "On behalf of all the people of the Keteng Department, I would like to thank you young hero. He sacrificed his life to save him!"

"The wilderness is bitterly cold, and the people are suffering and helpless. I used to be able to protect the tribe with my foundation-building cultivation, but today I was seriously injured and my life was cut off. I only have pity for my daughter Wulan and the people of this tribe!"

Wu Rininggui stretched out his remaining arm, as if trying to grasp the last straw, and weakly grabbed Fang Xiu, pleading: "Young hero, save people to the end, send Buddha to the west, if not I think my little girl Wulan is ugly, so I am willing to give all my daughters and the position of head of the Keten tribe to the young hero!"

"I only hope that young hero can protect our Keten tribe and ensure that my people live and work in peace and contentment!"

Wu Rininggui waved, and nine pretty women of different ages walked out of the crowd, ranging from imperial sisters to lolita.

"I have ten daughters, and I will give them to the young hero as my wife and concubine. You must not refuse me!"

After Wu Rining finished speaking, his arms dropped weakly.

"Father!"

"Head of the clan!"

In the Keten camp, the cries shook the sky.

More than two thousand performers fell to the ground at the same time, wailing and heartbroken. In their grief, the grass on the ground was almost wiped out.

"Is there such a good thing?"

Fang Xiu looked at the ten beautiful girls and young women who were crying with pear blossoms and rain. His heart skipped a beat and he strode forward. He pulled away Wulan who was crying and was very immersed in it. He grabbed a large handful of Blood Linzhi Pill and stuffed it tightly. Shut up and keep your eyes open.

Perhaps he was not dead yet, so Wu Rininggui opened his mouth naturally.

After all, who can say no to billions!

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Chapter completed!