Just when the clone with the pseudonym "Liu Yidao" was happily harming the vampire.
Another clone of Cheng Han's newly differentiated body has arrived in a small, distant world.
Lift your eyes and look around.
This is a vast and boundless savanna.
The grass is almost knee-deep, and the grass blades are slightly yellow, which indicates that it is autumn.
Strange-looking green trees stand sparsely on the grassland.
Their height is generally about twenty meters. When the trunk grows to ten meters high, it actually differentiates into two main trunks, with a "Y" shape.
It looks like a fork and a bit like a sheep's horn.
Cheng Han glanced at it and murmured softly: "Is this the horn tree? The name is quite vivid."
The name of this world is - Qingyang World.
The hornwood is a tree species unique to this small world.
Information about Qingyang Realm flashed in Cheng Han's mind:
"The Qingyang Realm is located in the 'Dongluo Realm Group', and the main intelligent race living in this small world is called the 'Qingyang Clan'.
"The Qingyang Clan has four main god-level gods and more than fifty subordinate gods.
"Despite this, the race continues to be bullied.
"Because the overlord of the Dongluo Realm Group is the Red Eye Clan, which has three supreme gods.
"In the past more than a thousand years, the Red Eye Clan has adopted various means to continuously suppress the Qingyang Clan, and small-scale divine wars have repeatedly broken out between the two sides."
Cheng Han sighed softly: "This is the tragedy of being close to a rich family."
In this aspect, things like the Qingyang Clan can be said to be everywhere.
Weak.
It's original sin.
Cheng Han looked around for a while and found that there seemed to be a huge ram's horn wooden sculpture standing dozens of kilometers away, more than fifty meters high.
He grinned slightly and muttered: "This should be the totem pole of the Qingyang tribe. There should be a Qingyang tribe there."
According to records in classics.
Every Qingyang clan gathering point must have built a totem pole.
by the way.
The extraordinary power cultivated by the Qingyang tribe is called "the power of totem".
This is essentially a kind of mysterious seal, but it is a completely different system.
Cheng Han stepped forward and quickly walked towards the tribe in front.
five minutes later.
The sound of a gurgling stream came from the right.
Cheng Han immediately turned in a different direction and walked toward the stream.
This stream must be the water point for the Qingyang tribe. As long as you follow the stream, you can naturally reach there.
Not long after.
The stream came into view.
Its water flow is not large, its width is only a little over two meters, but its water quality is quite clear.
There is a kind of lavender aquatic plant scattered all over the bottom of the water, and occasionally a few strange-shaped small fish are seen in the water, swimming lightly with the water waves.
Cheng Han walked for a while and suddenly said "Hey".
Because an illusion appeared before my eyes out of thin air:
A broken corpse was floating along the stream, and the clear water bottom was covered with lavender water plants.
This is obviously the stream in front of us.
The corpse is human-shaped, but the joints of the legs are bent forward, completely opposite to human beings. There is a pair of green goat horns on the forehead of the corpse.
Apparently they are from the Qingyang tribe.
Cheng Han shook his head and muttered: "What a miserable death."
The corpse's head was half deflated, the brain was almost leaking out, one right arm was missing, and there were several deep penetrating wounds between the chest and abdomen.
This guy undoubtedly died of homicide.
With his rich experience, Cheng Han also judged: "The time of death should not exceed six hours."
He looked at the totem pole in the distance and muttered: "It seems that a big change has occurred in this Qingyang tribe."
Two minutes passed.
The foreboding scene appeared.
The corpse floated in front of me.
Cheng Han glanced at the corpse, took it as a link, and quickly conducted a deduction.
This is a very simple deduction, and the results came out immediately.
Cheng Han sighed softly: "An old story."
His guess was correct, a big change had indeed occurred in the tribe.
simply put.
In order to fight for power, the faction of the chief elder of the tribe was overthrown by the faction of the second elder.
The great elder was killed on the spot, and all his immediate family members and loyal subordinates were killed.
The deceased floating down the stream was the second son of the great elder.
Cheng Han recalled the many details shown in the deduction, and his eyes flashed: "There is a high probability that external forces intervened, causing internal strife in the Qingyang tribe."
As an outstanding conspirator, he has a keen sense of the aura of "comrades".
Cheng Han also had another guess: "The other party might be a vampire lurking in the Qingyang Realm."
The logic is very simple.
The Red Eye Clan has been suppressing the Qingyang Clan, and these vampires have enough motivation to do so.
Sending a group of vampires to frequently stir up unrest within the Qingyang Clan can greatly weaken the latter's strength.
This is also a common method used by large clans to deal with small clans.
One can imagine.
If the Red Eye Clan prepares for hundreds or thousands more years, they will definitely launch a general attack on the Qingyang Clan and make them completely disappear from this group.
but.
The catastrophe of the era has come, and it is difficult for the Red-Eyed Tribe to realize its plan.
Cheng Han smiled slightly: "Since the Red Eyes are so idle, I will find you something serious to do and let you have fun with the insect swarm."
From the standpoint of the Wanhao tribe.
The catastrophe insect swarm is a threat to all intelligent races. Reducing the internal friction of each race can share more pressure on the Wanhao tribe.
Cheng Han stared at the corpse floating closer and said softly: "Let's have a prince's revenge first."
The words just fell.
"Buzz!"
The strings trembled.
Cheng Han waved his right hand lightly.
A few points of green light spilled out and hit the body on the water.
next moment.
A change has occurred.
Tens of thousands of blood threads emerged from the corpse and instantly woven into a blood film, wrapping the corpse in it.
at the same time.
"puff!"
Cheng Han's figure exploded.
The whole person turned into a blood mist, quickly swept towards the blood film, and instantly merged with it.
"Boom! Boom!"
The sound of a heartbeat that seemed illusory and yet real came out from the blood film and became more and more solid and powerful.
This is a sign that life is coming back.
A full ten minutes passed.
"Snapped!"
Just hear a soft sound.
The blood film burst.
A strong and powerful Qingyang body appeared in the stream.
His head was restored to its entirety, and his broken arm was restored to its original state.
His eyes were more lively, and his pair of horns also had a hint of luster.
"Wow!"
Carrying a wave of water, he jumped up from the stream and landed firmly on the bank.
He looked at his hands and feet and nodded with satisfaction: "From now on, I am the 'Wooden Pheasant'."
Wood Pheasant is the real name of this troubled prince.
The reason why he came back to life is naturally because Cheng Han "occupied the magpie's nest".
With the help of the power of the law of life, he completely integrated the remaining life imprint of the corpse and became a "pure-bred" Qingyang tribe.
Cheng Han smiled proudly: "Even if the gods personally inspect it, it will be difficult to detect any abnormalities."
In the extraordinary field of life, his current achievements are enough to be called a god. It is only a matter of time before he ascends to the throne.
He looked at the totem pole in the distance again and kicked the ground hard.
"boom!"
With a muffled sound, an area of five meters in radius sank.
Like a cannonball, Cheng Han shot straight up to a height of more than a hundred meters, drew a huge arc in the air, and landed on a hill in front of him.