The War Spirit Tribe had been peaceful for a few days, but it became a sensation again.
Seeing a large group of suffering corpses, they were instinctively angry.
What are you doing! How dare you be so arrogant when you come to Battle Soul?
Their war spirit tribe will do whatever they don't accept. No matter how strong the Kushi Pulse is, they won't be afraid. At worst, they will fight to the death! Just do it if they don't accept it. The war spirits are not cowards! This is what this area is famous for.
With the sound, many warriors from the War Soul Tribe rushed out! But when they saw the priest next to Si Ling, they were a little dumbfounded.
What's going on?
For a moment they couldn't figure out where they were.
Of course, they actually only respect the priests, not as much as Xiu Niang and Yue Chaoxi at this moment.
It's a pity that there is Su Xuan beside the two girls! If it weren't for the majesty of Xiu Niang and Yue Zhaoxi, these idiots would probably come to fight Su Xuan to death. After all, in their eyes, they were screwed by Xiu Niang and Yue Zhaoxi.
Death is also a denial of one's own beliefs... Su Xuan found these fools interesting, but they just didn't have any brains.
"Tribesmen, don't be deceived by those two women! They are actually pretending to be the inheritors of the Empress. They are stealing the future of our tribe! Think of the two dead priests and the disgusting men behind them!
"
The priest complained in grief! The monks of the War Soul Tribe were stunned, and many people actually believed it.
A sneer flashed in Si Ling's eyes.
This is probably the stupidest tribe in Qingcang.
But the next moment.
Xiu Niang and Yue rushed out day and night.
The embroiderer sneered: "If you believe her nonsense, you can stand on their side. I won't force you."
As soon as these words came out, the monks of the War Soul Tribe were in an uproar.
They were stupid, but they could hear the embroiderer's disdain for them.
If you want to stay, then stay. If not, get out! They heard it! "No, empress, we will follow you forever!"
"We are the Empress's people!"
"Don't dare us to leave!"
Their belief is the Fighting Soul Empress, and that's how Xiu Niang and Yue Zhaoxi gave them at this moment.
In an instant, most of the tribe monks responded.
As for the priest...hehe, he is just a priest.
They believed in the Empress more than her, even though there was a disgusting man behind the Empress... The priest's face turned dark.
This is a great shame and humiliation! She used to be the biggest in the tribe, but now she has been reduced to the point where no one cares about her... "Si Ling..." The priest felt crazy in his heart and wanted to kill everyone here.
But when she turned her head, her face became distorted again.
I saw Si Ling constantly looking at Xiu Niang and Yue Chaoxi, his expression full of amazement.
These two...are the best.
Not only is she no less charming than the previously charming An Xiaohong, she also has an irresistible charm.
Especially since they are the inheritors of the Empress! I can’t help it, I’m so excited.
Si Ling maintained his demeanor, but his mind was focused on the two women.
The priest's face was distorted! He robbed my tribe and even seduced my man! We are irreconcilable! The priest screamed sharply: "Si Ling, kill them!"
Si Ling was startled, feeling unhappy that this damn old woman was acting like a monster, but he didn't show it.
He nodded slightly and said with a faint smile: "You two, the War Soul Tribe belongs to our Bitter Corpse Lineage. You'd better surrender, otherwise don't blame me for taking action."
"Si Ling, kill them!"
the priest shouted angrily.
"Shut up, I have my own plan."
Si Ling looked at her coldly.
Ma Dan.
I don’t pretend anymore.
With these two top performers, who would be willing to look at an old witch like you! The priest paused and saw something, and his face became even more distorted.
If she could kill everyone if she blew herself up at this moment, she would definitely explode.
"how?"
Si Ling smiled lightly and looked at Xiu Niang and Yue Chaoxi, but his momentum continued to increase.
With his status, cultivation, and means, Si Ling has no fear that this small tribe can escape from his grasp! "By the way, this is the territory of the Kushi Pulse after all. Think about it before answering."
Si Ling reminded him very carefully.
"Who do you think you are, Young Master Kushi, are you very powerful?"
Yue Chaoxi sneered.
Si Ling's face froze, so disrespectful?
"You don't deserve it!"
Xiu Niang had a cold face. Except for Su Xuan, she didn't want to speak more than ten words a day to any other man.
Si Ling hesitated.
His face turned a little blue, but the priest beside him was happy to see it, and Si Ling's expression was even more joyful.
"Are you sure?"
He spoke every word, his voice cold and full of threats.
"Don't compete, just do it if you want to!"
Yue Zhaoxi coldly shouted: "Obey the order and confront the enemy!"
As soon as the words fell.
"roar!"
The monk from the War Soul Tribe roared, looking less afraid of death than a bitter corpse! "Very good, very good. If you don't drink a toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty!"
Si Ling laughed angrily.
"Haha, I have long heard that the monks of the War Soul Tribe are just like donkeys, stubborn and stubborn. It seems to be true. They don't even take my bloodline in the eyes. Who gave you the courage?"
The three corpse kings on the side finally spoke.
"If you want to die, just say so. My Kushi lineage likes to collect corpses the most!"
The Golden King Corpse sneered, and the Bitter Corpse behind him immediately roared.
Although the consciousness of the suffering corpses is weak, their bones are hard, they are not afraid of death, and they are more immune to some attacks. The ten thousand suffering corpses here are much more powerful than what Su Xuan has seen before. Among them, there are many top suffering corpses who lead the team, and perhaps the average emperor's magic.
It's hard to blast through their bones! Even though the War Spirit Tribe has the numerical advantage, it's not always certain in a real fight.
"Give you one last chance to surrender to me!"
Si Ling yelled, and with the help of Ku Shi, his power reached its peak.
"Just don't cry later!"
Yue Chaoxi glanced at Ku Zhi, a strange look flashed in his eyes, but he still spoke coldly.
"cry?"
Si Ling sneered, the tenderness in his eyes had long turned into coldness and greed: "You guys, I want it!"
He... seems to be talking about his own things! Since he doesn't know whether to live or die, then don't think about having dignity when you kneel down later.
Young Master Siling has always been fair. Many tribes have been destroyed over the years, and this has always been the case.
"Go to hell, and those few people, come out!"
The priest shouted fiercely, with cruelty and malice in his eyes.
"Oh, I forgot you still have helpers, come out!"
Si Ling smiled calmly and said coldly: "But it's good to hide it, at least you don't have to die!"
"You're so funny, do it!"
Yue Chaoxi looked at him with contempt, and then shouted fiercely.
"boom!"
The war broke out instantly.
Ten thousand suffering corpses, led by three king corpses, barbarously crashed into the warriors of the War Spirit Tribe.
Shocking roars resounded in all directions.
The power of this collision was astonishing! Si Ling laughed loudly and rushed towards Yue Zhaoxi and Xiu Niang with the priest.
"You guys, I want it!"
Si Ling didn't care what the priest thought at this moment, he was determined to make this girl anyway.
"You will die miserably!"
The embroiderer spoke coldly, then shut up, and Heyue mobilized the power of the War Spirit Tribe day and night, and some of the War Spirit Tribe monks also gathered around them.
"'Dead' in bed?"
Si Ling chuckled and felt the power of the two women. After a brief inspection, he knew that their realm was not high, and then he said as steadily as an old dog: "They are quite powerful, and they are suitable to be my maids!"
The war... broke out instantly.
High above the clouds.
Su Xuan and Yaoguang stood and looked down.
"This guy...is really a dog who can't change his mind and eats shit."
The master concubine whispered to Yaoguang about the previous events in the Dead Man Mountains.
Yaoguang felt a little sympathetic to the boy as he listened.
Su Xuan was staring at him intently.
but.
Su Xuan's eyes fell on a king's corpse.
"The demon king's corpse...is indeed here!"
Su Xuan muttered to himself, his eyes getting deeper.