Quiet! The only sound between heaven and earth is the rustling of leaves in the wind.

As for the enthusiastic shouts and screams before.

has completely disappeared.

far away.

All the barbarian warriors died under the Formation of Moving Mountain Seal and Sancai Sword.

Even the monsters controlled by them.

There is no escape from death.

Xiao Changfeng has never been a kind person.

Killing decisively is his character.

Otherwise, some warriors would want to join him at first.

He won't be killed with one sword.

The pungent smell of blood lingers in the air.

This made the wind blowing at this time become particularly fishy.

But the barbarian leader had no intention of understanding this.

He was in pain all over.

I just feel like my bones are falling apart.

However, he couldn't move.

Because a tiger claw stepped on his chest.

Those sharp claws were enough to easily tear open his chest.

And those tiger eyes looking down.

It was with an indifferent look.

Without any emotion.

He believes.

If you choose to die.

Such sharp tiger claws will pierce his body without hesitation.

So he chose to surrender.

"I am willing to surrender!"

He was filled with unwillingness and humiliation.

But at this time, the broken tooth can only be swallowed in the stomach.

Because he doesn't want to die.

He wants to live.

The more noble a person is, the more they are afraid of death.

Because they have enjoyed the happiness that power brings.

So I am even more unwilling to die like this.

at this point.

The barbarian leaders are obviously inferior to those barbarian warriors who are not afraid of death.

But for Xiao Changfeng, it is a good thing.

Whoa! Dissipate the martial soul and merge into the body.

Xiao Changfeng regained his original appearance.

The Moving Mountain Seal and the Sancai Sword Formation were also taken back by him.

As for the barbarian leader.

He wasn't worried about taking the opportunity to escape.

If he dares to escape.

He doesn't mind killing him directly! "What's your name?"

Xiao Changfeng spoke calmly and asked directly.

"Sir, my name is Yuanji, and I am the clan leader of Dashuzhai."

The barbarian leader knew that his life and death depended on Xiao Changfeng's thoughts.

So I dare not hide anything and answer honestly.

Dashuzhai?

Patriarch! Xiao Changfeng has learned some basic information about Southern Xinjiang from the mouth of Saintess Lu Ling.

This place is different from the countries in the Eastern Region and the sects in the Middle Earth.

In southern Xinjiang.

The most common ones are various villages.

Just like a village.

There is no country here and not many sects.

They are all divided by regional villages.

The clan leader is similar to the city lord.

It's just that the village survives as a tribe.

The majesty of the clan leader is greater than that of the city lord.

"Where is Dashuzhai?"

Xiao Changfeng continued to ask.

Now that Yuanji has revealed the truth about Dashuzhai.

Naturally, he had no intention of hiding it.

Anyway, most of the young people in the village have died.

At this time, there were only a group of old, weak, women and children left in the village.

"Our stockade is in this jungle. A hundred miles west of here is where the stockade is."

"Our village is just a small village. In this forest in the far north, there are six other small villages like ours, all of which make a living by hunting fat sheep from the wild."

Yuan Ji revealed the information Xiao Changfeng wanted to know.

This vast and boundless forest is called the Far North Forest.

And in this forest, there are six villages like big tree villages.

"How did you obtain the skills of controlling animals and the skills of the army?"

Xiao Changfeng asked the third question.

This contented army of two hundred people has a clear division of labor and seamless cooperation.

Obviously had formal training.

This is for the relatively backward southern Xinjiang.

Somewhat incredible.

I heard Xiao Changfeng ask this question.

Yuanji's eyes dodge.

"Speak or die!"

Xiao Changfeng was too lazy to play psychological warfare with him.

He was given two options directly.

Yuanji doesn't want to die.

So he had no choice but to tell the secret.

"It was passed down by the witchcraft messenger!"

Yuanji drooped his head.

Telling this secret is tantamount to betraying the witchcraft religion.

If the messenger comes to know.

I'm afraid not only I am going to die.
To be continued...