Three minutes.

The battle ends.

Lin Xun had more wounds on his body, the most serious one was the blow on his shoulder. However, after nearly half a year of training in the Blood Killing Camp, this injury was insignificant to Lin Xun.

His clothes were stained with blood, but most of them were from the enemy. The blood stains and his handsome and cold face made him feel a heart-wrenching momentum invisibly.

The blade was bleeding, but the enemy had already been killed. The ground was covered with corpses and blood stains.

All of this could not destroy Lin Xun's hatred.

Eat people!

It's worse than a beast!

When Lin Xun saw the cruel scene of these witches treating the imperial soldiers, he had already judged the other party as a beast in his heart!

Suddenly, a wave-like cheer sounded, breaking the solemn and silent atmosphere in the field.

The imperial soldiers imprisoned in the cage all came back from their shock at this moment, and could no longer help but cheer in their hearts.

Everyone's face was filled with excitement, gratitude, excitement and other expressions.

Because they knew that after a terrible encounter like a nightmare, they were finally rescued!

Seeing this scene, Lin Xun was not happy at all.

How big is the Demon Cloud Ridge? How many years have the war between the Empire and the Wuman clan lasted? How could such things happen just now be missing?

Even, perhaps at this moment, the same thing may happen in every place where they are fighting with the Wuman clan!

Lin Xun also knew that this was war, destined to be ruthless and cruel. What he needed to do now was to adapt and fight.

...

A moment later, under Lin Xun's arrangement, these more than 20 trapped imperial soldiers supported each other and left the camp.

Lin Xun stayed.

This innate camp arranged by the Wu barbarians contains a lot of materials, most of them, and most of them are spiritual materials, as well as some weapons such as bows, crossbows, swords and other weapons.

Lin Xun began to act, first stripping away the "totem barbarian patterns" from the twenty-three powerful witches and mans who were killed one by one, and then began to pick out weapons that could be used and spiritual fruits and medicines that could replenish spiritual power.

Until the end, Lin Xun hung all the bodies of the powerful witch man on the sharp wooden stakes, exposing them to the wind like a scarecrow.

This practice is cruel, but it is a silent deterrence and warning.

Um?

When Lin Xun hung the last corpse of a level nine-level barbarian slave on a sharp wooden stake, a bead suddenly fell out of the mouth of the corpse.

The bead is the size of a pigeon egg, and it is crystal clear all over, with a strange blue color. The bead is rolling like a tide, just like a sea inside, giving people a vast and mysterious aura.

Lin Xun picked it up and held it in his hand. He suddenly felt a bone-broken cold breath penetrate into his body. His whole body couldn't help but tremble, and even the qi in his body seemed to be frozen, with a hint of stagnation.

Curious beads!

Lin Xun narrowed his eyes and said that this thing should be a treasure, but Lin Xun couldn't see what it was for the time being.

Looking at the corpse of the ninth-level barbarian slave, he vaguely remembered that the owner of this corpse seemed to be a leader of the camp.

The treasures that can wear such a person should not be ordinary.

After thinking about it, Lin Xun put the mysterious blue bead into the storage ring, and planned to study it carefully if he had the chance in the future.

Until all this was done, Lin Xun packed up his luggage that had been prepared, his figure flashed a few times, and quietly left the camp.

...

After Lin Xun had just left less than a quarter of an hour, the seven level nine-level barbarian slaves who had left the camp returned, and there was an old man from the Wuman clan wearing strange clothes around him.

The old man was dark and thin, holding a bone staff made of ferocious beast fangs. If anyone who is familiar with the Wuman clan will see that the old man is wearing the unique outfit of "totem sacrificial sacrifice", which represents a transcendent status and identity.

When they returned to the camp and saw the bodies hanging on wooden stakes, they were shocked and angry and cursed.

"The wild feather priest is all dead... It should be the man's strong man." A barbarian strong man checked the camp and looked extremely angry.

"A bunch of waste!" The thin and dark old man called the Yeling Sacrifice cursed and said annoyed, "Why are you still standing there? Go find Ba Tong!"

Ba Tong?

The barbarians were stunned and then their expressions changed. They realized something and acted together. They quickly found a corpse, which was the middle-aged leader in the camp.

"No! The Tianshui Holy Pearl of our tribe is gone!" A strong barbarian pierced Ba Tong's mouth and carefully checked it, and he couldn't help but scream.

The Ye Ling Saint was shocked, and a faint blue luster burst out from his eyes, which was extremely intimidating. He strode forward, came to the corpse, and inserted the ferocious beast bone staff in his hand into the heart of the corpse.

puff!

Circles of glossy glowed with a faint blue luster poured into the corpse along the bone staff, as if they were sensing something to explore.

A long time later, the Ye Ling Sheng shook all over and took back his bone staff. At this moment, he was already sweating, and his dark and thin cheeks were slightly white.

"Waste! It's all waste!"

The Ye Ling Priest roared, "Do you know how much price our Shui Man lineage paid to regain this treasure from the human race? Now that we have finally succeeded, the matter is messed up in your hands. You... are simply unforgivable!"

The seven powerful barbarian slaves showed horror and crawled on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

They didn't expect that this matter was so secretly done, so why did such an accident happen suddenly? In order to safely transport this treasure, they didn't even dare to dispatch experts. They chose the Moyun Ridge with complex terrain as the transportation route, in order to avoid attracting the attention of the powerful humans.

Who would have thought that the scene I least wanted to see happened!

what to do?

When the holy treasures in the clan were taken back by humans because of their negligence, these barbarian strongmen were frightened and uneasy.

If the clan wants to be punished, no one can survive!

"Wild Peel Sacrifice, according to my investigation just now, the battle has just ended, and seeing the traces left on the scene, the murderer should be just one person. If you seize the time to act, you may be able to recover!"

A strong barbarian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Then why don't you act quickly!" The Ye Ling Saint roared and roared.

The seven barbarian strong men immediately launched their actions, not daring to neglect them, and searched around them in different directions of the camp.

"What a group of useless stupid guys!" The Ye Ling Saint cursed again.

However, no matter how angry he was, he could not think of a better way, so he could only wait, hoping to find clues in his heart.

Tianshui Holy Pearl!

This is the holy weapon of the Water Man clan! It has been occupied by humans for hundreds of years and has finally been taken back. How can it be thrown away?

Absolutely not!

...

A strong barbarian man held a spear and flew over a low mountain behind the camp. He was about to reach the top of the mountain, and suddenly a bloody smell poured into his nose, causing him to narrow his pupils and look to the side suddenly.

There was a pile of rocks there, and blood was floating out from there.

The barbarian strong man showed his fierce light in his eyes, and he carefully carried the spear forward. But what surprised him was that behind the pile of rocks was only a bloody broken hand.

not good!

This is a trap!

The barbarian strong man's reaction was extremely fast. He realized something was wrong in an instant. He was about to avoid it when he suddenly felt a chill behind his back and a sword had already pierced his heart.

"Ho...ho..." The barbarian strong man's eyes were bulging and he wanted to shout, but his throat only made a faint sound, and finally fell silently.

Behind him, Lin Xun appeared like a ghost, drew a knife and stripped away the "totem barbarian pattern" in front of the other party's chest.

Then, Lin Xun glanced at the distance, and then swept in another direction.

The Ye Ling Saint walked around the camp, feeling unexplained and always felt that something bad was about to happen.

But he did not dare to leave just now. He was a "totem sacrificial priest". Although he had a transcendent status, he was not good at fighting.

At this moment, he did not notice that in the shadow of the canyon not far from the camp, a figure was quietly approaching here.

collapse!

The sound of the bow and arrow shot through the dead silence of the camp. The Ye Ling Saint's heart jumped and subconsciously jumped to dodge. A sharp arrow brushed his scalp and penetrated hard into the ground on one side, splashing a piece of gravel.

The Ye Ling Saint fell to the ground in a mess. When he touched his head, his fingers were covered with blood stains, which made him feel cold. If he dodged a little slowly just now, wouldn't it be...

"The murderer is here!" He roared in shock and angrily, and at the same time turned over and dodged into the distance.

In the shadow of the canyon not far away, Lin Xun frowned. Knowing that the opportunity had been missed, he put away his big bow and turned around without hesitation.

Not long after, the six barbarian strong men who had just scattered their search returned. When they saw the wild priest's miserable appearance, they all changed their colors.

"Chasing! That damn human scattered people ran away there!" The Ye Ling Saint pointed to the distance, his thin cheeks were full of resentment.

"Shui Zheng, you three stay by the Ye Ling Saint's side in case another accident happens. The three of us go to chase and kill the powerful human being."

A man with a ferocious appearance and a scarred face said in a deep voice.

"Brother Lek, Mu Zhen hasn't come back yet." One person held back and said.

"He probably can't come back."

The scar man named Lek's eyes flashed, and his expression was full of hatred. "This time the opponent is very cunning. He should be the young strong man from the Blood Killing Camp of the Zi Yao Empire. In the current Demon Cloud Ridge, only these young people can do this. Everyone must be careful!"

After saying that, three barbarian strongmen were left, and he led the other two to jump away.

"No matter how much the price you pay, you must take back our tribe's holy weapon!!" The Ye Ling Saint roared loudly behind, and his scalp was bleeding, making his expression look particularly loud.

...
Chapter completed!