There are very dense leaves on the fire-breaking tree, but at this time, it is like poplar trees in autumn. The leaves begin to wither and then continue to wither.

Few people see such a scene in the fire world. Magodo frowned slightly and finally resisted the urge to kneel down. If you encounter such a scene according to local customs, it means that the holy tree is about to die. This is a very sad thing. You have to kneel down and pray for blessings.

Magodo has begun to doubt the world, which is a great manifestation of enlightenment for such indigenous people. However, Magodo himself did not realize this, and moving from ignorance to rationality requires more than just enlightenment.

But this is already valuable. After a person has the goal he has to pursue for his whole life, he often becomes crazy.

"Continue! Continue!!" Ling Muzi used the power of his soul to squeeze the fire-taking tree for the final press.

The leaves under your feet have fallen, and there is nothing on the lush branches.

The bark appears older, and there is an illusion of vicissitudes imprinted on it.

drop……

When the last drop of "Holy Tree Essence" fell into the pocket, this fire-taking tree, which is known as the blessing of humans, was shattered by the things that the natives called the Holy Tree!

The rules in the tree break, forming an inexplicable stirring force, which breaks in an instant and turns into debris all over the sky.

Ling Muzi glanced at the pocket, and there were about a dozen cups inside. It was indeed a very small tree. After squeezing it, it was only a little bit of life. No wonder he could not support a priest.

Ling Muzi couldn't help but think that the fire-taking tree in the Guyi tribe was many times larger than the one here, and it was even close to the height of a fire-taking tree in the medium tribe.

Think about the place where the Guai tribe stayed behind is very special. There is only one road that can lead to the valley and its status is unique. No wonder we can live there. Just a small road that is more wide as one person, you can be a one-man pass and ten thousand men.

"Let's go." Ling Muzi said to Magodo.

Shingodo quickly stood up and led the way in front.

Ling Muzi took out a cup, scooped out a cup of 'Holy Tree Essence' from that pocket, and said to Magodo: "This is for you. If you want to rush out of this world with us, you won't be able to do without strength."

Compared with monsters and spiritual races, Ling Muzi is more willing to believe in these indigenous humans, even if they also have impure spiritual bloodlines in their bodies.

"Give it, give it to me?" Shingodo never had such an enlightenment. He had gained the trust of the patriarch and the trust of the sacrifice. He became one of the top strong men in the tribe. He had also broken the enemy's head with his own hands. He even knelt on the ground, begging the three outsiders not to kill themselves and willing to become servants.

Regarding his embarrassing and fearing death, the few people in the Matsugo tribe who followed him silently kept their words cautious because it was a very disgraceful thing.

But the outsider in front of him, the powerful outsider, actually gave himself a cup of the most precious "Holy Tree Essence" in a tribe!

This is a whole cup!

Except for the sacrifices and patriarchs in the tribe, who can bear a cup? It is not that it will kill itself, but that the degree of trust is so profound.

No one is unaware of the preciousness of the "Holy Tree Essence", which can improve one's five senses and improve one's physical strength. When injured, you can heal your body with just a few drops.

Every drop can be used as currency and caravans to exchange for what they need.

Perhaps ordinary people of this kind of cup will never be able to see it in their entire lives.

"It's for you, drink it. Enhancing your strength is the capital that can make you live in the future. We are not sure to protect you in the real battle." Ling Muzi said, although his face was still cold.

But Shimodo just feels warm.

Without saying anything, Shingodo, who took the cup, drank it in one gulp, immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting for the "Sacred Tree Essence" to take effect.

Soon, Magodo felt that he had become "strong", his strength had been significantly improved, and even his thinking seemed to become active. He didn't understand the benefits of the improvement of his soul, and no one had ever really told him this truth.

Ling Muzi looked at Shingou and felt his promotion before nodding secretly. It seemed that the priests of Shingou did not deceive him.

right!

On the one hand, Ling Muzi trusts Magoho, but on the other hand, Magoho is a member of the Mago tribe. Before leaving Magoho's tribe, he had only a small part of his trust, not even as much as Jiukong's.

This cup of "Holy Tree Essence" is a way to improve his strength, but at the same time it is not a test? It is poisonous or not, and people from the Mago tribe will know it if they try it.

Although it is a bit sinister, it is a means of traveling outside. Ling Muzi doesn't feel much guilty about doing this kind of thing.

After weighing my pocket, I probably would have to fill it with a few hundred cups.

Ling Muzi asked, "Are all the fire-taking trees that are not as good as the stream?"

Magodo thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."

Ling Muzi had a judgment on the number in his mind and said, "How many tribes have we seen in total that are not as good as the crowd?"

"About 200," said Shingodo. This is the number two people searched for in two days. The less-income tribes had a population of only seven or eight hundred, while the less-income tribes had a population of only one or two hundred.

Like the Gyu tribe, they took advantage of it and got a sacrificial existence in the tribe, barely becoming the worst member of the lowest tribe, but they are more advanced than those tribes that do not flow in, at least they have their own tribe names.

A tribe that is not as good as it is, because today they may be a tribe, and tomorrow the women among them will become tools for giving birth to the next generation in other tribes. Men, including boys, will be killed by another tribe.

The cruelty of this society is happening all the time.

Ling Muzi's massacre is just a microcosm of that cruel side.

"Let's go, go to the Huo Tribe now." Ling Muzi said.

Shingodu hurriedly said yes.

The two soon arrived at the Guai tribe, which was still the same valley, and the place to rest.

But this time the difference is that the patriarchs and priests of the Guai tribe all came out and did not dare to slack off.

Ling Muzi didn't say anything nonsense and asked them: "Do you want to be the only lower tribe within a radius of hundreds of kilometers? Your population can be expanded ten times, as long as you have the confidence and ability to cultivate more sacrifices in the future."

Then, the sacrificial priests and patriarchs of the Guai tribe who knew the terrible foreigners knelt in front of Ling Muzi without hesitation.

Ling Muzi brought the sacrificial priests of the Guai tribe with him and told him that he is not a sacrificial priest in the lower tribe now. When the entire Guai tribe had no sacrificial priests, the patriarch of the Guai tribe almost cried.

But Ling Muzi told him that he would join the Gengya tribe in person, and all the Gengya tribe needed to do is to recruit soldiers and go out to fight with him. One-third of the flesh and blood obtained must be sent to the Shingo tribe, and the remaining two-thirds of the flesh and blood can be sacrificed to the Fire-Breaking Tree.

However, the Gengwan tribe must give it back to itself according to a cup of "Holy Tree Essence" for every 12 people.

Moreover, Ling Muzi agreed that after the last incompetent tribe was wiped out, he would let the priests return to the Gengya tribe, and if the Gengya tribe wanted to continue fighting, he could continue to help until there was no lower tribe around him.

This is a terrifying and exciting thing.

After the tribe members of the Gengwang Tribe knew about this, the first thing they did was cheer!

In their opinion, they who had just entered the lower tribe naturally understood what the intra-class tribes represent, it was barbaric! It was a barbaric nation that needed to be destroyed.

This is the concept of a tribe, a pathetic and pitiful concept.

The Gengwang tribe is no exception and superior, just because they are inferior tribes and have their own tribe surnames.

The Guyi tribe raised a total of 30 soldiers, each of whom was wearing half-body armor and holding a stick in his hand. However, one end of the stick was very sharp, more like a gun without a gun.
Chapter completed!