797Framing(1/2)
Half an hour later.
Cheng Han "forcibly demolished" the second medium-sized tribe.
The method of forced demolition is very simple.
"Boom!"
A super thorn vine that was five hundred meters long and twenty meters thick burst out of the ground and stood at the edge of the tribe like a giant pillar.
An earthquake immediately occurred throughout the tribe.
A large number of houses were cracked and cracks appeared on the road surface.
That time and that moment.
The chief elder of the tribe looked at this scene, his eyes filled with shock.
In his opinion.
This is definitely a power far beyond the limit of the Totem Master.
The great elder's mind instantly thought of a word - Totem King.
Later.
The super thorn vine tilted at an angle and began to slowly fall down, pointing in the direction of the totem pole in the center of the tribe.
The great elder didn't even hesitate for a second before making a decision - run away!
The tribe doesn’t want it anymore!
The Great Elder doesn’t want it either!
An illusion flashed behind this person, and instantly condensed into a pair of illusory butterfly wings, flying towards the distant dense forest at the fastest speed.
but.
The so-called "fastest speed" is only fifty meters per second, which is far lower than the level of the Mystic Master of the Wanhao Clan.
This is enough to prove how serious the disadvantages of relying too much on external things are.
The great elder had only flown less than fifty meters when he felt a strong sense of crisis.
While he was descending in an emergency, trying to avoid behind a building, he turned his head and looked behind him.
This moment.
The great elder saw the thorn vine shaking.
Thousands of sharp spikes shot towards this side rapidly.
"Woo! Woo!"
Screams filled the sky.
Each spike is over two meters long, almost indistinguishable from a spear.
But their speed is not too fast, only about twice the speed of sound.
Although there are many of them, the Great Elder is confident that he can escape them.
next moment.
The man's face changed drastically.
I saw the spikes suddenly flickering, and a white light appeared on the surface.
Their speed increased to an astonishing ten times the speed of sound.
Do the math.
That's three point four kilometers per second.
"Woo! Woo!"
The scream became even more shrill.
This was a terrifying speed beyond the great elder's imagination, and it was also a speed that made his whole body tremble.
He really couldn't understand what methods the enemy used to make the spikes reach such speed.
The Great Elder roared angrily, and the shadow of the totem appeared, wrapping his body.
The tribe's totem pole evolved from an iron wall wood.
As the word "iron wall" says, iron wall wood is famous for its super hardness.
The great elder felt that the shadow of the totem should be able to block the spikes.
Unfortunately, he miscalculated.
After a moment.
The spikes passed a distance of five hundred meters and hit the totem shadow accurately.
"Bang! Bang!"
A dense muffled sound came.
The shadow of the totem was poked into a sieve, shook a few times and then disappeared.
The great elder's body was completely torn into pieces in an instant.
Half a minute later.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise.
The super thorn vine hit the ground heavily, leaving a deep ravine.
The tribe's iron-walled wooden totem pole was naturally crushed into pieces.
The area where the tribe is located ushered in a more violent earthquake.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Severe earthquakes occurred one after another.
Houses collapsed one after another.
The Qingyang people fled in horror.
Such a scene.
It's like the end is coming.
Cheng Han saw his masterpiece completely through a halo of light.
His pity only lasted for a second before his expression returned to indifference: "Only by destroying the tribe and the totem pole can the Dawn Tribe grow stronger.
"As long as the tribe's population reaches 300,000, I can use the law of aggregation to forcibly seize more of the world's will and be promoted to the Totem King."
According to the deduction results.
The strength of each totem pole is closely related to the tribe's population.
To put it simply, the more people who believe in the totem pole, the more shackles the totem pole can have.
The principle is somewhat similar to the power of aggregation.
Under normal circumstances.
Only when the tribe's population exceeds 1.5 million can it maintain a totem pole at the level of a totem king.
But Cheng Han has a way to significantly lower the limit, as long as 300,000 is enough.
five minutes later.
The thorn vines "thumped" the ground a few more times, turning the Iron Wall tribe into a complete ruin, with no intact house in sight.
He smiled with satisfaction and quickly disappeared.
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after an hour.
An illusory big bird quickly flew down from the sky, pointing directly at the ruins of the Iron Wall Tribe.
When the height dropped to fifty meters, the illusion dissipated, revealing the figure of a middle-aged green sheep man.
The pair of curved corners on this person's forehead are covered with extremely dense spiritual patterns.
The extraordinary fluctuations emanating from his body, although relatively obscure, are as profound as the ocean abyss.
"Snapped!"
The middle-aged Qingyang man's feet were firmly planted on the ground.
Next to him was a ravine left by the super thorn vine.
He stared at the long and deep ravine with a solemn expression: "It's very strong."
The middle-aged Qingyang man muttered with some confusion: "Judging from the traces, the person who took action should be the Totem King, but why is the residual fluctuation only at the level of the Venerable?"
He instinctively thought of one word: "Is it some powerful secret treasure?"
The middle-aged Qingyang man's eyes suddenly showed a hint of fire.
A secret treasure comparable to the King of Totems, it is absolutely priceless and cannot help but be tempting.
but.
The middle-aged Qingyang man finally put away his greed: "Forget it! The Red-Eyed Clan has been very active recently. This might be a trap, but it's better to be careful."
To be continued...