"I think you are using our Sha Ling tribe as bait to harvest the things on the small blood river." An old Sha Ling tribe member came over angrily.

The Shaling people were surrounded by retreating one after another.

"What's the matter? It's all because of your Sha Ling tribe. You can clean up the small blood river by yourself. Will we still need to use it?" Qing Lu said bluntly.

"You..." Lao Sha's spiritual energy was so angry that his eyes were staring.

Unfortunately, Qinglu is also arrogant, and no matter how angry the other party is, it is useless.

The demons of the Jade Tribe saw signs of targeting Qinglu when they saw the Sha Ling tribe vaguely targeting Qinglu, and immediately retreated to her and formed a defensive battle formation.

"We Sha Ling tribe cannot die so many tribe members in vain." The Sha Ling tribe leader walked out, looked at Qing Lu, and said with a serious expression. "Split half of us, or choose to fight with our Sha Ling tribe again."

"Okay, I'll share half of you." Qinglu looked at the remaining Sha Ling, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Bring it." said the clan leader.

The green dew suddenly pulled towards the sky.

Countless blood-red liquids poured down from the air.

This bloody heavy rain directly covered the surrounding desert, including the location of the Sand Spirit Tribe and the location of the Jade Tribe.

The endless golden sand sea turned scarlet because of this heavy rain.

Following countless bright red, bright red, light red and other deep and light red ferns emerged from the desert ground. After a few breaths, they turned from seedlings to ferns that were taller than humans. They swallowed each other, and then devoured the same ferns and developed various forms and gradually continued to grow. Soon they became a hundred meters tall, and the desert turned into a blood-colored jungle.

Just in the area with the densest blood-colored ferns, the Shaling tribe was fighting with bright red eyes.

Countless fern tentacles kept piercing into the bodies of the Shaling tribes who were either dead or struggling.

They fought hard, and it was too difficult to get out of this blood-colored fern hunting ground.

The ferns are very interested in their flesh and blood.

Just outside this endless blood-colored fern, the fairies of the Emerald Tribe looked at the fern tentacles that were showing off their might and swaying their claws.

Just as Qinglu released a large amount of blood rain, she moved everyone here.

They almost finished watching the entire rise of blood-colored ferns in this remote place.

"Qinglu, what are those ferns?" Yuan Jin asked Qinglu beside him in confusion.

"The ancient species raised in the underground sand scorpion cave should be the former wisdom tribe. I don't know how it degenerated into the food of sand scorpion." Qinglu said after saying this, "I just helped them re-inspire the blood mark."

"Do you use those blood rains?" Yuan Jin seemed to think.

"It's the essence and blood of that small blood river." Qinglu nodded. "The essence and blood of the small blood river are precious, but the side effects are also great. Even if the blood mark is stimulated, those ferns will mutate into bloodthirsty monsters within thousands of years."

"Thousands of years?" Yuan Jin gasped.

"That small blood river, strictly speaking, is a divine clone. Even if the other party infinitely reduces the strength of his clone and only installs a little true spirit. But that is also a divine clone. Blood River, haha, it is not a god with a flawed foundation." Although Qinglu despised the fishing method of Blood River, he acknowledges the true strength of Blood River.

"The blood rain you made was the essence and blood of the Little Blood River. What is the mixed thing among the ten falling ice hockey pucks?" The clan leader also came over and asked.

"Of course, it is the essence of Xiaoxue River refining itself." Qinglu said.

Essence? Essence and blood?

"Is that little blood river still alive?" the patriarch couldn't help but ask.

"Well, I'll tell you about the state of the small blood river. So as not to make a mistake in your judgment next time you meet it. Actually, I'm just a treasure body now, and this state can basically not cause any fatal damage to a small blood river that is about to become a god.

It was actually scared away by me." Qinglu said with a frank expression.

"Then it has dropped so many things, isn't it really serious yet?" asked the patriarch in shock.

"In fact, that's true. The blood rain you just saw was actually just a mouthful of essence and blood from the Xiaoxue River. Just one mouthful. I guess it has condensed hundreds of similar essence and blood. After all, it is about to become a god again.

Cough cough, when it becomes a god, Xuehe will probably consider taking it back. Cough cough, it may also be a little later. Anyway, when will it be taken back, it depends on Xuehe's own mood.

What I shot down with the previous magic arrow was actually some good things refined by the Blood River when absorbing various essence, blood and death energy.

These things were originally stored in his body by Xiaoxue River, and perhaps its owner also collected a lot of them. Anyway, I didn’t ejaculate much."

Is it really good and little?

The patriarch thought it was not that true.

He glanced at Qinglu with a meaningful look.

"When can you provide a batch of armor to the clan?"

Qinglu frowned.

This time she collected the treasures in Xiaoxue River's belly, but most of its treasures were spiritual objects, not the various spiritual gold and divine gold needed by the armor.

"I can't collect so many materials for the time being. I need a lot of spiritual gold and divine gold. Those armors need these materials." Qinglu simply said the materials she was in urgent need.

The clan leader, the gods and the clan elders all gasped.

No wonder these armors are so powerful, this material is really great.

Divine gold!!

It turned out to be the divine gold!

"Lord Qinglu, it seems that something is coming out of the pile of red fern monsters." Suddenly, a fighting fairy rushed over to report.

Qinglu looked at the Red Fern Forest again, and indeed there were large fluctuations rushing towards the outside.

"It seems that the Sha Ling tribe is not weak either. The sand scorpion can win, and the red fern can win." Qinglu exclaimed.

"We'd better leave quickly. When they come out, I'm afraid they will have another fight with us forever." The patriarch said helplessly, twitching the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, yes. Everyone, go away quickly." Qinglu immediately agreed when she heard this.

There is no need to kill anything or anything.

There are only four or five thousand fairies in their tribe. But there are tens of thousands of people in the Sha Ling tribe at the beginning. Although they have experienced the interception of the sand scorpion and were pitted in the Red Fern Forest, if there is no means, the Sha Ling tribe will definitely not be able to go here.

So Qinglu predicted that they would not lose many tribe members after they rushed out of the fern forest.

Qinglu and the others ran fast, and after about an hour, the Sha Ling tribe rushed out.

But this time they rushed out, the losses were a bit terrible.

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