In the quiet forest, several thin figures of light green are running fast.

The breeze surrounds their feet, making their speed particularly light and agile; the plants and vines near them automatically moved away their bodies without stopping them from moving forward at all. Although they were running in the jungle, they were more flexible than ordinary people running in the plains.

These are the young men and women of the Wood Tribe. Their faces were twisted and they looked extremely frightened. They bit the wooden strips tightly in their mouths, and did not dare to make any sound. They just focused on using their clan's magical powers to escape forward.

Behind them, more than a dozen figures were hiding slowly.

Across a mountain, a slight roar of wolf came faintly. A figure chasing behind suddenly sneered: "I don't know how to live or die. Why don't you kneel down quickly and go back with us obediently. There is still a way to live. My yellow wolf, a grass, has no other use, but it can't lose the smell on your body even though it's more than a hundred miles away. Can you escape?"

Several young men of the Wood tribe dared not say anything, but ran forward with their heads in silence.

The pursuer suddenly stood still and raised the long bow in his hand. The figure just now said calmly: "Since you are leaving, let's leave your life."

There was no sound, and only a few arrows were seen passing by in the forest. The bodies of several young people who fled from the wood tribe froze at the same time. The sound of "puff" was like a rainstorm on the banana leaves on the autumn night. Thin and fast arrows continued to penetrate their bodies, bringing out wisps of hot blood from their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, several young people who fled from the wood tribe were beaten like sieves. Sharp arrows kept coming, and the powerful arrows lifted their bodies. Their bodies, which were already alive, stood there trembling constantly, but were unable to fall to the ground for a long time.

The ruthless arrows hit the wood tribe's young men and then burst into blood mist. The arrows stopped.

‘Back’!

More than a dozen figures chasing behind shouted lightly at the same time, and slapped the arrow bag on their waist with their hands. A ray of inspiration spurted out from the arrow bag made of animal skin, and the sound of "rustling" was heard. The thousands of arrows they shot rose into the air like a group of locusts, flying back to their waists.

"A group of little macaques who don't know how to live or die can work for the prince of destiny. This is their glory. Run, run, run, and think about running all day long... Tsk, those Taoists are useless, and there are still people who want to escape. Is the set of things they promote useful?"

A figure complained in a low voice, and the group immediately started to discuss it.

After a while, a low sound of horns came from a distance. More than a dozen people hurriedly let out a whistle and galloped towards the direction where the sound of horns came. Behind them was a faint breeze, and the wings of various ferocious birds were waving in the storm, making them feel like they were flying as they ran.

Dozens of evil wolves with gray-yellow scalp were breathing silently, and followed the people forward.

Not long after, we saw dozens of Wood tribes and Tu tribes in the mountains and forests ahead, and hundreds of figures were chasing them with various war beasts chasing each other.

A crisp sound of gold and iron collision sounded, and the people chasing behind and the dozen new people who came to meet pulled the longbow at the same time. Suddenly, the arrows were like rain, and the natives trapped in a small grass in the forest were washed by the rain of arrows. They were shot into a vague mass of plasma.

After crossing this mountain forest and moving forward 100,000 miles, a large mountain peak was removed and flattened, revealing a plain of hundreds of thousands of miles in radius. Countless indigenous people worked hard on this plain, building cities, digging trenches, and creating array bases. They were sweating profusely, with a look of madness on their faces.

There were countless strong indigenous soldiers in neat rows, walking up the metal-cast road, heading up and walking towards a majestic city in the middle of the plain. This city was obviously not completed yet, and countless indigenous people were working hard to build it in both the city walls and the buildings in the city.

There were neatly lined up indigenous soldiers in the city gates around the city, and they slowly walked into the city and entered the military camps one by one.

A huge furnace was built in the mountains from all directions, and various metal ores were continuously thrown into the furnace to forge mountains of materials. The indigenous people, densely packed with ants, worked frantically on the forging platform between the furnaces, and made various armors, weapons, and huge large-scale weapons according to the drawings suspended in front of them.

Whether next to the team of warriors, among the natives working frantically on the plains, or even the natives next to the furnace, there were ascetics wearing thick linen clothes and plain expressions holding scriptures, constantly chanting some fragmented jokes.

"All sentient beings suffer, and you are truly suffering... Only by suffering can you avoid suffering in the next life."

"I committed sins in my previous life, and suffered in this life... I worked hard to pay off my previous sins, and I could enjoy my happiness in my next life."

There were also some supervisors selected from the natives, walking among their tribesmen with sharp-toothed steel wire whips. When they saw someone who was slower, they immediately whipped them down hard.

People who are whipped often have a howl and are beaten to pieces, and they are lying on the ground and unable to get up for a long time.

At this time, the chanting sounds in the mouths of those ascetic monks will become more and more cheerful.

"Look, those supervisors are those who accumulate virtue and blessings in their previous lives, so they are the best people in this life to control you."

"You did not accumulate virtue in your previous life, so you worked here and suffered... and wanted to accumulate virtue and work hard."

"If you want to quickly clear your sins, recite the name of the Prince of Destiny every day, and after selection, join the army, and fight for the Prince of Destiny. As long as you can kill ten enemies, you can become the guards of the Prince of Destiny, and even your immediate relatives can enjoy the happiness!"

From all directions, countless such assassin monks in coarse cloth mingled among the crowd, and tossed and turned the theory about "all sentient beings suffer". Countless natives worked hard like madness under their bewitchment, or went all out to join the army.

In the majestic city, in a shrine surrounded by fire, Zhurong Tianming leaned against a magnificent throne, smiling at the countless indigenous girls singing and dancing in the hall.

"Although they are barbarians, these women have a bit of flavor. Hehe, this Panxi world is really a good place."

After taking a bite of the spiritual fruit of Panxi World, Zhu Rong Tianming gently touched a clever little beast in his arms: "Send more people to capture them everywhere, I want more slaves and more troops, and I will give you three months to catch a hundred times the slaves back."

"Please work harder, these slaves who really suffer... are really useful!"
Chapter completed!