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

"Rokuro, the brothers have almost finished plundering, let's go back."

Yang Yi punched a monster that had found it on the top of the mountain and heard Yang Qingshan coming over and saying.

Looking back, everyone in the Xuanjia Army, big and small, was carrying several bulging packages.

"There are a lot of treasures in this bandit's lair." Yang Yi said in surprise.

It really is that a horse has no night grass and no fat.

A tribe working hard for a year is not as good as cleaning up the bandit's lair in one day, and the wealth will come quickly.

Such a rich harvest made Yang Qingshan and Xuan Jiajun feel better.

After returning, I distributed more supplies to the families of the 68 Xuanjia soldiers who died.

Their children were raised by the Dongling tribe until they reached adulthood.

"These vicious guys must have robbed many tribal caravans."

Yang Qingshan gritted his teeth and said, wishing he could kill a few bandits with his own hands.

"What a pity for the Helian Silver Tribe."

It was a pity that Yang Qingshan had met the leader of the Helian tribe a few years ago.

He was a nice man who treated his people well.

Unfortunately, he didn't follow the right person. His boss, the Qinghe Golden Tribe, colluded with the Wushan bandits and personally destroyed the Helian Tribe.

"Come on, go home."

Yang Yi stepped forward to collect various materials from the Xuanjia Army, put them into the book world, and said to everyone.

They spent a day here resting and recuperating, and a day searching for supplies.

Two days have passed, and Hong Jiuniang and the others don't know how worried they are.

You need to go back to the tribe quickly, there are still relatives waiting for you at home.

Yang Qingshan glanced at the storage bag on his waist and watched the piles of goods being collected by Yang Yi.

I sighed in my heart that Rokuro's secret storage place is like a bottomless pit, no matter how many things there are, it can be filled.

A group of people held weapons and ran down from Helian Mountain quickly, eager to return home.

Yang Yi walked at the front, killing the monsters that came up the mountain to eat the corpses, and clearing the way for everyone.

The strong smell of blood on the mountain attracted batches of ferocious beasts and demonic beasts to come looking for food.

"Walk."

At the foot of the mountain, Yang Qingshan and Xuan Jiajun stopped and looked back at the top of Helian Mountain for a long time.

68 tribesmen died here, and they couldn't even bring their bodies back to the tribe.

He had long been thrown down the mountain by the gang of bandits who committed all kinds of evil, and was fed to the ferocious beasts.

"Liu Lang, Qinghe Golden Tribe is gone, Qingyan Glory Tribe will definitely come to find out the reason."

Yang Qingshan and Yang Yi walked side by side, hesitated for a while and said.

He didn't want Liulang to risk his life by going to the Qinghe Golden Tribe again, violating the rules of the Northern Wilderness human race, and facing accountability, which was no joke.

Even if Yang Yi has the status of a registered disciple of Fushan Fire King, he cannot avoid being punished.

Yang Yi had already killed Qinghe's strongest Grand Master, as well as two Golden Body Realm Grandmasters.

There are only three golden body realm masters left in the Qinghe Golden Tribe, and they cannot make any big waves.

Revenge must be avenged, Yang Qingshan thought, and when Yang Hulin and Hong Feijiao came back, they would launch a clan war against the Qinghe Golden Tribe.

Launching a clan war will not involve Yang Yi personally, nor will it have any impact on Yang Yi's reputation.

This is hatred between tribes.

Clan war is a kind of war waged by tribe against tribe. The war will not end until the other side is destroyed.

But the consent of the big tribes above must be obtained.

If the Dongling Tribe wants to launch a clan war against the Qinghe Golden Tribe above, it needs the consent of the Qingyan Glory Tribe.

Under normal circumstances, large tribes will not interfere much with the hatred between the small tribes under their command.

What's more, the Qinghe tribe colluded with the Wushan bandits to harm the human tribes.

Robbed the Dongling tribe's caravan and massacred the Dongling tribe's people.

It has violated the rules of the Northern Wilderness human race. In this case, the Glory Tribe will not protect a notorious tribe.

"The death of a great master and two masters has already attracted attention."

Yang Qingshan pointed behind him in the direction of He Lianshan and continued.

"These are bandits and they should be killed."

"But the Qinghe tribe will expose their crimes later, and our Dongling tribe will launch a clan war against them. We will not let the sacrifices of the clan members be in vain."

Yang Qingshan stared into Yang Yi's eyes, waiting for an answer.

Grandmaster Qinghe had just died, and if Yang Yi went there again, who knew if that grandmaster had many strong friends.

What if Yang Yi was ambushed and something unexpected happened.

Launching a clan war is the most honest and most effective solution.

"Okay dad, let's go back to the tribe first."

Let the people of the Qinghe tribe live a little longer.

Yang Yi didn't want to have a dispute with his father on this matter, so he thought about it and decided that starting a clan war would be a better way to solve the Qinghe Golden Tribe.

By then, no one from the Qinghe tribe will be able to escape.

Yang Qingshan patted Yang Yi on the shoulder. In fact, he wanted to rush to the Qinghe tribe right now and lead the Xuanjia Army to kill them.

It’s just that you can’t do that. If the Dongling tribe wants to survive in the land of Northern Wilderness, they must abide by the rules.

In the final analysis, the Dongling tribe is still too weak, and their strength is too weak.

When they are powerful enough to formulate the rules of the human race in the Northern Wilderness, who dares to touch the tiger's beard?

Without Yang Yi this time, Yang Qingshan and the others would have been gone long ago, and the Dongling tribe would have suffered great losses.

After two days and one night of continuous traveling, Yang Yi finally returned to the Dongling tribe safely with Yang Qingshan and Xuan Jiajun.

When they saw the tribal city wall from a distance, the Xuanjia soldiers all breathed a sigh of relief.

Many people collapsed to the ground, sweat soaked into their fur clothes, breathing rapidly and gasping for air.

Traveling day and night made them extremely exhausted.

"Back, Rokuro and the clan leader are back with the Xuanjia Army!"

The tribesmen who were working in the fields saw people rushing towards them from afar. They took a closer look and shouted with joy.

"Jiuniang, please slow down, slow down."

Grandma held Hong Jiuniang tightly with one hand and walked out of the tribe, shouting repeatedly.

It is better to say that it is holding, rather than pulling.

Hong Jiuniang's belly became more swollen, and she saw that she was going to give birth in more than two months, and she was still going very fast.

"Mom, we're fine."

Yang Yi shouted loudly from a distance. He saw Hong Jiuniang walking so fast with a big belly that grandma couldn't hold her back.

He and Yang Qingshan quickly quickened their pace and walked to Hong Jiuniang.

"Just come back, just come back!"

Hong Jiuniang surrounded Yang Yi and Yang Qingshan to check whether they were injured.

When he saw that Yang Yi's body was covered in bruises and bruises, Yang Qingshan's body was even more bruised and bruised.

Finally, I couldn't hold it back, my eyes were red, and two lines of tears fell down my face.

"The Wushan bandits who killed thousands..."

Grandma stroked Yang Yi's forehead and cursed.

The parents, wives, and children of the three hundred Xuanjia soldiers in the clan also ran out, holding their returning relatives in tears.

"I'm sorry I couldn't bring them back."

Yang Qingshan looked at the families of the 68 sacrificed clan members and said something guiltily. He stood there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"We will take revenge!"

Yang Yi hugged his grandmother and said firmly to the clan members.