When Zhu Zhihong heard Zhu Lingguang say he wanted to migrate, his face immediately changed. He suddenly turned his head and shouted to Qin Feng: "It must be because of you!"

He burst into tears on his neck and cursed: "I knew that none of you foreigners are good things! We have lived safely for more than two thousand years, and you actually let us run out and continue to live the life of a rat crossing the street?"

Zhu Lingguang's face was gloomy and cursed: "Don't you just fart, who is I? Will I be instigated by others? Are you calling me a fool?"

Zhu Zhihong wanted to say something, but Zhu Lingguang slapped him and slapped him. Zhu Zhihong fell to the ground, feeling the sharp aura of Zhu Lingguang's body, and did not dare to get up, so he simply lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.

In fact, Zhu Zhihong could completely avoid it. After all, Zhu Lingguang is in the fusion stage. Even with the suppression of bloodlines, it is impossible to slap him in a circle. The demon clan attaches great importance to the inheritance of the clan's bloodline. After all, Zhu Lingguang is the source of his bloodline. It is natural for the ancestor to teach his juniors a lesson. If he resists, it is rebellion.

Zhu Zhengkang and five other brothers and sisters rushed over and helped Zhu Zhihong up who had fallen to the ground. They didn't dare to plead, so they stood honestly with their heads down.

Qin Feng scratched the back of his head and said, "Why are you so disgusted with migration? The outside world is so big, it's better than staying in this acre of three-point land. Look at you, two thousand years have passed, and not only has the ethnic group not grown, but it has also regressed!"

When Zhu Zhihong saw Qin Feng talking, he immediately glared at him again. He didn't dare to speak anymore, and just stared at Qin Feng with hatred on his face.

Qin Feng frowned and said in a deep voice: "Don't guess, I know, your tribe has started to control the population now, right?"

Looking at the bitter expressions of Zhu Zhengkang's five middle-aged men, Qin Feng suddenly understood in his heart that he had guessed correctly. He continued: "This place with a radius of only 8,000 kilometers, no matter how rich the resources are, it cannot withstand the mining of your past two thousand years. Think about it, if there are hundreds or thousands of years, this place will eventually collapse and collapse. What will you do then?"

Zhu Zhihong looked disdainful, and he said in a deep voice: "Our tribe has its own concerns about this matter, and you don't need to worry about it!"

Zhu Lingguang sighed, and his divine sense transmitted his voice to Qin Feng, "Don't mind, Xiao Hong is actually not that stupid, he knows a lot of things, but he has suffered a lot before, so he is so repulsive to the outside world."

Qin Feng replied: "Then let you talk."

Zhu Lingguang nodded, and he walked slowly towards Zhu Zhihong, holding his palm on his head, and whispered: "Although your parents all died at the hands of the Tiangui Clan, which of the other people in our Zhuque Clan is not like this? This is not a reason for you to be stubborn!"

Seeing Zhu Zhihong's desire to speak but stop, Zhu Ling was angry and scolded: "You didn't even listen to me, so you objected. How did you know that the new place I found is worse than here? You objected to your mother, and you objected. Since I am back, is it useful for your objection?"

Zhu Zhihong asked dissatisfiedly: "How good can it be? Even if the place is bigger than here, is it safe? Can it stop the Tiangui Clan?"

Qin Feng shook his head helplessly, then took out a crimson gourd, he held it in his hand, and said to Zhu Zhihong and others: "Can my secret gourd be inferior to your space crack?"

Zhu Zhihong sneered and laughed: "Secret Realm Gourd? I'm restoring the Yang Secret Realm!"

After saying that, he suddenly turned his head, his eyes widened, and his eyes were fixed on the gourd in Qin Feng's hand, muttering in an incredible tone: "It's really a secret gourd..."

Zhu Zhihong walked over step by step, raised his right hand, his eyes blurred, and subconsciously wanted to grab the secret gourd from Qin Feng's hand.

The five brothers and sisters of Zhu Zhengkang have never experienced the battles with the Tiangui Clan before, and do not know many secrets, so they did not see the details of the gourd in Qin Feng's hands. They looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't understand why Zhu Zhihong seemed so disobedient when he saw this gourd.

Qin Feng put away his palm, and the secret gourd suddenly turned into a little red light and disappeared into his palm. Zhu Zhihong grabbed the empty hand, and he looked at his right hand with a loss, lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he raised his head again, but this time he said to the five brothers and sisters Zhu Zhengkang behind him, "Hurry up, summon all the tribesmen and let them take all their belongings, and we will migrate immediately!"

The five people looked at him in amazement, and the boss Zhu Zhengkang asked, "Uncle Clan, are you serious?"

Zhu Zhihong's face was flushed. He pushed Zhu Zhengkang and the other two desperately, and said while pushing: "Go and do it quickly, we Zhuque clan are saved!"

After saying that, Zhu Zhihong knelt on the ground in a flash, two lines of turbid tears slid down his cheeks, and he choked and said, "It was mine before, I only know how to bump into Mr. Qin, I will apologize to you now!"

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

There were loud kowtows everywhere. Qin Feng wanted to stop him, but Zhu Lingguang beside him grabbed him and sent a message: "Let him kneel down, otherwise he would feel uneasy."

After Zhu Zhihong kowtowed, he stood up quickly. He wiped tears with hope on his face and said to Qin Feng: "Mr. Qin, I wonder if I can let Lao Hong see your secret gourd?"

Qin Feng chuckled and said, "What's wrong?"

As he said that, a crimson gourd emerged from Qin Feng's chest. It fell lightly to the ground, swelling in the wind, and soon became taller than Zhu Lingguang's bronze statue.

A light door shining with colorful light appeared on the abdomen of the gourd. Qin Feng approached the secret gourd, reached out to pat the light door, and smiled and said, "Senior Hong, you can go in and visit!"

Zhu Zhihong walked over quickly, and he raised his foot and was about to walk inside. But he suddenly paused, then withdrew his foot, rubbed his hands at Qin Feng and said, "I'd better wait for my tribe members, so that they can also open their eyes!"

Zhu Zhihong was not a creature born in Yuanyang Secret Realm, his parents were.

After the Zhuque tribe was driven out of the Yuanyang Secret Realm, his parents hid and hid for a long time under the leadership of Zhu Lingguang before giving birth to him. However, at that time, some of the Zhuque tribe's people in the Yuanyang Secret Realm were imprisoned by the Tiangui Clan, so Zhu Lingguang took his parents back and planned to rescue the remaining tribe members.

At that time, Zhu Zhihong was just a young man who had just entered the Nascent Soul stage. Because of his lack of cultivation, he was left outside as a supporter. He witnessed his parents being discovered by the Tiangui Clan and then died under the siege. Most of the rescued tribe members were killed and injured, and the ancestor Zhu Lingguang was even seriously injured by Yuanyang's ancestor.

Zhu Zhihong still remembers the bright red sky-covering gourd named Yuanyang Secret Realm.

Soon, the five sisters Zhu Zhengkang and the other tribesmen walked in. Due to the rush of the process, they had not explained to everyone the imminent migration. Zhu Zhihong showed his original body. He wings spread out and landed on the shoulder of Zhu Lingguang's statue, shouting to the tribesmen below: "The ancestor returns this time for the tribesmen to migrate. Don't worry, the ancestor and the old man have found an absolutely safe place for us to live in!"

The huge red gourd standing next to the statue was seen by the Zhuque tribe from the moment they came in, but because they were all born in modern times. Like Zhu Zhengkang and others, they did not know the roots and feet of the secret gourd.

"Have you seen this gourd? This object is called the secret realm gourd. It has its own realm and the space is wide enough. It is a great place for our Suzaku clan!"

Zhu Zhihong flapped his wings desperately, shouting excitedly, "You have heard of the battle between our clan and the Tiangui clan millions of years ago. Our hometown, called Yuanyang Secret Realm, is actually a secret realm gourd!"

Zhu Zhihong landed on the ground. He stood in front of the Guangmen, turned around and shouted to the tribesmen: "Now you will follow me and go in and see me together!"

After saying that, Zhu Zhihong got in without looking back. Looking at his disappearing back, the crowd suddenly became restless. They were still digesting Zhu Zhihong's words just now. Everyone was standing there, and no one dared to walk into the light gate.

Zhu Zhengkang and his younger brothers and sisters nodded, and several of them walked into the Guangmen first. Seeing that everyone was still unwilling to move, Zhu Lingguang immediately shouted: "I'm still standing still, so I'll go in!"

Everyone was shocked. After a while, someone finally started to come over. He was a young boy, half-human and half-bird. It was probably not yet reached the foundation-building stage. He held his head and chest up, as if he was disdainful of the timidity of the tribe behind him. After spitting, he walked in without hesitation.
Chapter completed!