After rebirth in the wilderness, you can travel back and forth to the earth

In the flash of lightning, Yang Yi had no time to stop, so he exerted force on his feet, twisted and tilted his body, and avoided Xiao Jin.

At the same time, the fierce master of the Qinghe Tribe seized the opportunity. His feet flew up and down, with the sound of a storm, and he kicked Yang Yi hard on the back.

There was a crunching sound of bones breaking, and Yang Yi flew up and fell onto the stone wall of the hall, sliding down.

The spine on his back was broken, and the pain was heartbreaking. Yang Yi licked his gums and spat out a mouthful of pale golden blood.

If it weren't for the golden book protecting his body, Yang Yi would have been crushed by the waist.

With fierce eyes and a cold expression, Yang Yi pressed his palm on the stone wall and shot out like a cannonball, heading straight towards the Grand Master.

The giant man cannot be allowed to get the leaves, otherwise he and Xiao Jin will die.

The moment Yang Yi flew out, Xiao Jin screamed, his mouth squirmed, and the leaves were swallowed by Xiao Jin.

The giant man glared angrily. He grabbed Xiao Jin's hand and tried to squeeze the golden ant cub alive in his hand.

The Grand Master of Qinghe understood that without the leaves of the Ancient Phoenix Sycamore, he would soon fall into an illusion.

Once you enter the illusion, you will never survive.

Before he died, he had to drag this golden ant cub to be buried with him. It would be interesting to see what happens to this boy in the future, and he would explain to the ancient beast golden ant clan.

"No!"

The black terror in Yang Yi's eyes roared to the sky.

However, no matter how fast he went, it would be too late.

At the moment when Yang Yi's eyes widened in anger, the giant man crushed Xiao Jin.

Golden light glowed on Xiao Jin's body, and a huge terrifying figure emerged, with twelve blood-gold wings, a red-gold body, and scarlet eyes opened.

As if he was out of control, Grand Master Qinghe stretched out his hand and let Xiao Jin, who was trapped in the illusion, slowly float up and fly in front of this terrifying figure, with a look of fear finally showing in his fierce eyes.

"The Golden Ant Queen, the mother of Little Jin!"

Yang Yi finally saw this terrifying figure clearly. Although it was blurry and mysterious, it still showed the outline of a golden ant.

Isn’t Xiao Jin’s mother dead?

Can you die and be resurrected?

Immediately, he understood in his heart that this was a method used by an emperor to leave behind on his heirs before his death.

The terrifying figure glanced at Yang Yi, and his eyes fell on Xiao Jin, showing millions of love and reluctance.

The wind ripples, and thoughts linger.

In mid-air, Xiaojin floated, slowly drifting towards Yang Yi.

Immediately afterwards, the terrifying figure of the Golden Ant King suddenly dissipated and turned into a golden light again, which converged into Xiao Jin's body.

Yang Yi ducked to catch Xiao Jin who was slowly landing in the air. After checking that Xiao Jin was okay, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Take out the leaves from the book world, put them into Xiao Jin's mouth, and send Xiao Jin to the Ancient Phoenix Wutong Tree Emperor to take care of him.

Grandmaster Qinghe has fallen into an illusion, his expression is extremely frightening, as if he is in a dark hell, struggling and frightened.

A cold light flashed in Yang Yi's eyes, a black wave surged in his eyes, and murderous intent filled the entire underground hall.

A sharp sword appeared in his hand, the sword light flashed, and Grandmaster Qinghe's limbs were cut off.

A muffled groan and severe pain pulled Grandmaster Qinghe back from the illusion.

"who are you?"

Grandmaster Qinghe didn't care about Yang Yi's evil eyes. His face turned pale due to the severe pain, he laughed at himself and asked lightly.

Thinking that in his 200 years of life, he had killed countless monsters and humans, and fought countless powerful enemies.

Living up to the expectations of the ancestors, the Qinghe Golden Tribe will continue to grow and become famous.

I never thought that one day, I would fall into the hands of a young boy.

"Where are they?"

Yang Yi did not answer. He took out the identity tag he picked up from the elixir pile, held it in front of Grand Master Qinghe, and asked coldly.

"Dongling tribe! Hahahaha..."

Grandmaster Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, which became even crazier.

"Ahem... you are Yang Qingshan's genius son, Dongling Yang Liulang, hahahaha."

The giant man laughed so hard that he coughed violently, and the blood on his limbs stained the ground red. He squinted his cold eyes like a poisonous snake, looked at Yang Yi's face carefully, and said.

Then he laughed like crazy again.

Yang Yi really wanted to slap Grandmaster Qinghe's face to pieces, but only if he asked about the whereabouts of his father and Xuan Jiajun.

"Why! Why!"

"Our Qinghe tribe went through untold hardships for 800 years, a full 800 years, before we established the Golden Tribe and became the masters of this land."

"In my 200 years of life, I have worked hard without complaining, without daring to take a break. I have never grown the tribe into a glorious tribe."

"Why is it that in just 20 years, your Dongling tribe, a small silver tribe, has become equal to my Qinghe gold tribe?"

Grandmaster Qinghe roared loudly, venting his unwillingness.

"Just because you have a genius from the Dongling tribe, you have established a relationship with the Fushan Kingdom."

"Why can't our Qinghe clan produce geniuses? It's unfair!"

The giant man looked up to the sky and roared, blood and tears flowing from his eyes, and his face was ferocious and terrifying.

The small Dongling tribe was able to rebuild the tribe after being taken in by his Qinghe tribe.

How come you can quickly grow into a silver tribe in just twenty years if you don't keep your tail between your legs?

He also has wealth and sharp weapons such as snow salt, bows and arrows.

Yang Qingshan's sixth son, Dongling Yang Liulang, was spotted by the seventh prince of the Fushan Kingdom and accepted him as a registered disciple on behalf of the Fushan Fire King.

Thinking about the geniuses of his Qinghe clan, the people of Fushan Kingdom didn't even take a serious look at them.

And that little guy Yang Hulin actually broke through to become a Grandmaster of the Golden Body Realm. What does he want to do next, to become a Grandmaster of the Yin Yuan Realm?

To be on an equal footing with his Qinghe Golden Tribe and become the master of this land?

The Qinghe Golden Tribe has been ups and downs for 1000 years, and is about to be overtaken by a subordinate tribe that has been rebuilt for more than 20 years.

Grandmaster Qinghe was extremely unwilling and fell into madness, laughing maniacally.

"Tell me, where are they?"

Yang Yi opened his bow from left to right, and eighteen big penises hit the giant man's face, making him stunned, and his face quickly became red and swollen.

"You're such a young kid, come on, come on, I might crush your grandpa's head!"

The giant man suddenly stopped smiling. His ferocious face stared fiercely into Yang Yi's eyes, spitting out each word like a ghost's voice.

Yang Yi lowered his hands with a cold expression. His back was broken and his spine was in great pain. Moreover, his father and Xuan Jiajun were still missing.

He was impatient.

"If you tell me, I won't kill your people. If you don't tell me, I will bloodbath the Qinghe tribe."

Yang Yi grabbed the giant man's bloody hair, put it on his face, and stared into the giant man's eyes, the darkness in his eyes was breathtaking, and his voice was hoarse and low.

"Your father is dead. He was crushed by my own hands and fed to the demon clan."

Grandmaster Qinghe smiled ferociously, and spoke word by word with a cruel smile, and his voice clearly reached Yang Yi's ears.

Yang Yi's figure swayed slightly, his hands trembled, and veins popped out on his forehead, face, neck, and arms.

One hand strangled Grandmaster Qinghe's neck alive, his head rolled in a pool of blood, and his pupils were wide open.

It seems to be telling Yang Yi, if you dare, you can kill the Qinghe tribe with blood.

The Qinghe tribe's population of more than 100 million is gone, the Dongling tribe will not be tolerated by the human race, and the Fushan Kingdom cannot be saved.