Chapter five hundred and eighty third, let me draw for you
Lin Xi went straight to the Yelang clan.
The three Luo sisters must have returned to Qiyinmen.
Therefore, Lin Xi must quickly resolve everything before the Qiyin Sect takes action, because the other party will definitely use the Night Wolf clan to threaten her.
If it can be saved, who would be willing to die together.
Soon Lin Xi arrived at the outer area of the Yelang Clan.
In the dense forest, there are tall trees and tangled branches, but there are no traces of recent ferocious beasts, because the surrounding ferocious beasts have long been frightened and dare not approach.
It was clear and sunny in the distance.
But here, the black clouds are sealed, and thunder surges.
Because the entire Yelang clan was locked up in a large formation, the Thunder Control Formation.
It's not an extraordinary formation, it just attracts thunderclouds, cleverly borrows the naturally formed thunder and lightning between the sky and the earth, falls along the guiding route, and then turns into a forbidden mark on the earth.
This tends to be more of a defensive formation.
The surrounding ferocious beasts were frightened by the thunder and lightning, and of course they did not dare to approach.
Of course, the formation here must not only prevent people from outside from entering, but also prevent people from coming out.
Lin Xi's face darkened.
The entire Yelang clan was locked inside using a formation.
Like a prisoner.
One can imagine what kind of terrible life the Nightwolf clan lived during this period.
Lin Xi approached the formation, felt it for a moment and snorted coldly: "But the formation arranged by the Nascent Soul monk cannot stop me."
After saying that, he immediately used Moving Cloud Step.
His body flashed and he traveled through the void.
The thunder formation was so easily passed through by Lin Xi without causing the slightest fluctuation.
Lin Xi saw a scene from a distance that made him extremely angry.
All the members of the Night Wolf clan were wearing handcuffs and leg irons, and they were carrying things like animal teeth and skins, elixirs, and elixirs with heavy steps. They looked lifeless and had numb faces.
There are also special restrictions on handcuffs and footcuffs.
Apparently it was specially used to imprison monks.
The warriors of the Night Wolf Clan are only at the highest level of Qi Refining. Under the suppression of such special restrictions, of course they cannot raise any spiritual power.
"Hurry up, stop the ink stains!"
A domineering voice came from the distance.
He was a Fenglei Sect disciple. He looked tall and tall, but he was probably only an outer sect disciple, and his realm was only at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining.
This Fenglei Sect disciple actually held a long whip full of thorns and kept swinging it, making a sound that broke through the air.
He whipped the members of the Yelang clan, leaving bloody marks.
The warriors of the Nightwolf clan were determined, gritted their teeth and endured, and tried their best to move forward carrying their belongings, so as to avoid being whipped a few times.
But besides warriors, there are also ordinary tribesmen.
"Ah." A slightly thin tribesman was exhausted and his feet slipped and fell.
The elixir that was originally packed was scattered all over the floor.
The disciples of Fenglei Sect became angry when they saw this: "What are you doing? You can't even move some things. You are such a waste."
After saying that, the whip was struck hard.
The tribesman's face was covered with blood from the whip.
The Fenglei Sect disciple refused to give up and raised his whip to strike a second time. Another clan member hurriedly stepped forward and blocked the whip with his back.
A sharp and harsh sound broke through the air.
The tribesman's back was dripping with blood.
The tribesman who blocked the whip still had a childish look on his face, and was obviously still very young.
"Ahu, are you okay?" Other clan members rushed up.
Ahu shook his head: "I'm fine."
His physique is much better than that of ordinary tribesmen, and a whip cannot damage his muscles and bones.
The tribesman who slipped looked at Ahu gratefully: "Thank you."
If Ahu hadn't blocked it for him, he might have really lost half his life.
But then the sound of the whip sounded again, and the whip hit Ah Hu hard again, and Ah Hu grinned in pain.
"What are you doing? If you don't move things, who asked you to come here?" the Fenglei Sect disciple yelled down.
The members of the Yelang clan stared at the Fenglei Sect disciples with great anger, as if they wanted to eat them alive.
"What are you doing? Want to rebel?" The Fenglei Sect disciple waved the whip in his hand and kept pulling it out: "Believe it or not, I will report it to the elders and kill all of you bastards."
The whips struck all the tribesmen.
Although they were extremely angry, no one dared to really resist.
They are not afraid of death.
But the women, children and elders of the tribe should not die together because of their recklessness.
"Humph, you are a bunch of losers. I'm so unlucky that I have to watch and detain you for a whole month. If I piss off the Supreme Elder, I really should kill you all."
The Fenglei Sect disciple was tired of whipping, put down his whip and complained impatiently.
Everyone in the Yelang clan remained silent.
They picked up the elixirs on the ground again and packed them.
Then the original tribesman will carry it.
Continue walking forward numbly.
There is no hope in sight.
Days like this have been going on for a long time.
Fenglei Sect imprisoned them but did not exterminate them.
Instead, they were asked to do the dirtiest and most tiring work, receive some meager food every day, and survive in pain and numbness.
If you resist, you will be executed immediately.
Many tribesmen have died.
Every month, a new group of Fenglei Sect disciples would come to guard them. Just a few Qi Refining disciples were enough to suppress them with handcuffs and leg irons.
No one will be too kind when they have the right to kill and take away.
The disciples of Fenglei Sect are naturally no exception.
Humiliation and beatings are commonplace.
It would be nice if...the Prophet was here.
Occasionally such a thought will flash through their minds.
But they knew this was impossible.
Because the prophet was taken away by the Seven Sound Sect.
It's probably more likely to be bad than bad.
Everyone in the Yelang Clan actually knows that Lord Prophet is actually only slightly stronger than them, and it is impossible to fight against such a behemoth as the Seven Sound Sect.
So I'm afraid I'll never come back.
Thinking of this, they felt very guilty.
It's because they are unable to protect the Prophet.
The Fenglei Sect disciple looked at the barbarian who had "submissively accepted everything" and couldn't help but feel proud: "You are said to be the toughest barbarian, but I think it is nothing more than that. He has not been subdued by a few whips from me. It's ridiculous."
"Is it?"
At this time, a cold voice sounded in my ears.
The Fenglei Sect disciple was stunned and turned to look.
In front of him was a young man with a very cold breath.
He didn't know why he was shaking in his heart.
"Who are you?" the Fenglei Sect disciple asked in confusion.
Because there is a large formation outside, outsiders cannot get in at all.
So he was suddenly confused by the stranger's appearance.
Lin Xi did not answer but said: "Are you tired of whipping? Do you want my help?"
"No... no need."
This Fenglei Sect disciple is still in a state of confusion.
"You don't have to be so polite." Lin Xi stepped forward and took the whip directly from the opponent's hand, but the Fenglei Sect disciple found that he seemed to be completely unable to resist the opponent and allowed him to take the whip away.
Lin Xi raised the whip and said with a calm smile: "Let me whip it for you."