I'm going to make a god

Mount Tai topped.

It's just that Taishan is an old man with a goatee, and the one who is crushed is a witch from the unlucky Danx tribe.

Gong Qianzhong, who is even more turbulent, also froze for a few seconds after seeing this scene.

He looked at the cauldron in front of him in disbelief, and then at his hand.

At that moment he clearly wanted to lift the woman up, but in fact he controlled the big tripod and pressed it down heavily.

So what the heck is...

At this moment, on the ground not far away, he was coughing repeatedly and vomited blood.

Gong Qianzhong immediately realized that this is not the time to think about it, he turned around and rushed to Mi's side, and helped Mi: "How do you feel?"

Mi Mi's face was ferocious, and his eyes were staring like copper bells: "Xian they... are all dead!!"

Before, Mi and Gong Qianzhong led a small group of warriors alone. Mi was the leader of the tribe, and there were a lot of warriors following Mi. However, they were not very lucky.

The tribal fighters with witches are completely different from the desolate beasts in strength. Even if the shriveled old man can't use the mysterious power for the time being, his proficiency in medicinal herbs and the witchcraft carried on his body can cause a wide range of damage to Mi and others. Being able to survive depends entirely on his warriors constantly protecting him.

Seeing the partner who grew up with him die in front of his eyes, just to let him live, even though Mi had long looked down on life and death, he couldn't help the tears in his eyes at this moment.

Gong Qianzhong reminded Mi: "Go to Li first, and then retreat."

The witch of the Lix tribe is dead, and the tribe without witch is doomed to decline. As long as Li can be found, the dense tribe still has hope.

Mi raised his arm and wiped his face, wiping away all the tears. He stood up slowly, supporting the uncle with one hand and his chest with the other.

"I know." His bright black eyes became deep and tough: "It's come to this point, I can't retreat at this moment."

Mi said: "Please check C's bag, he should still have some medicinal herbs."

Gong Qianzhong hummed, and his body lightly landed beside the dead soldier not far away. He quickly turned out a bag, but didn't open it, and threw the bag to Mi: "Hurry up, I'll go see the witch's Corpse."

Mi picked up the bag and quickly found a dark stone-like object, which he stuffed directly into his mouth without looking at it.

Gong Qianzhong came to the corpse of the fox witch, he raised his hand and knocked on the edge of the tripod: "...Simu?"

The cauldron didn't respond, Gong Qianzhong frowned, the cauldron was so heavy, he had to step back to see the corpse.

"Simu?" Gong Qianzhong continued to knock on the cauldron, but since one ear fell off, he casually knocked on the other ear.

Then with a bang, the ear of the tripod on the right also fell into the tripod! !

Gong Qianzhong's hand was immediately stuck, and he looked around guiltily, he didn't knock it off!This cauldron is too fragile! !

Gong Qianzhong was helpless, he could only raise his hand to retreat.

As a result, he prepared a lot of strength, and the moment he pushed it, he found that the tripod was so light?

thump!The square tripod was pushed away by Gong Qianzhong's huge force, the tripod spun in the air, and then hit the ground heavily.

With a bang, it seemed that Gong Qianzhong's power as a witch weapon had been reawakened under Gong Qianzhong's control, and the sound waves emitted this time were no longer as scattered as before.

Ding--

The sound waves of this life are so clear that there is infinite melancholy, but everyone who hears it has an infinite nostalgia for life in their hearts, but at the moment of nostalgia, they will have a feeling of despair, wishing to die immediately.

Gong Qianzhong didn't feel any stimulation, but under the stimulation of the sound wave, Mi, who was not far away, spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fortunately, after Mi Gang took the medicine, the spit out of the blood relieved the congestion in his body, and his body felt a little better.

Gong Qianzhong ignored the cauldron, which was heavy and light for a while. He squatted in front of the witch, trying to find a usable witch weapon among the piles of flesh and blood.

Soon he cleared out a string of necklaces that seemed to be made of bones and jade, followed by bracelets, and then a few bone needles, and a medicine pestle. hoop.

Gong Qianzhong took out a bag and stuffed all these witchcraft into it, then he changed the bag and started stuffing the corpses.

Ah, although it is not very good to say so, but the body of a monk is also a special material. The flesh and blood of a monk can replace many refining tools and medicine refining materials. The witch in front of me is of a certain age. Corpses are treasures too.

In fact, the scene was quite horrifying. A boy half-kneeled on the ground, not caring about the horrifying scene in front of him, but searching for corpses with a smile on his lips, as if picking Chinese cabbage in a vegetable market.

Anyway, Mihe, who just happened to have finally come to his senses, saw this scene, but the goatee old man couldn't say a word. At the same time, he was in awe and respect for Gong Qianzhong, who was squatting next to the bloody corpse and eagerly picking cabbages.

Witches are indeed a combination of mystery and fear, an existence that is infinitely respectable.

Gong Qianzhong finished picking the cabbage, oh no, put away all the corpses, and cleaned up all the nearby soil and traces, and then got up. When he looked up, he saw Mi holding the cauldron, looking at it with horror. he.

Gong Qianzhong was strangely silent for a while, and he strode forward, Mi immediately abandoned the big cauldron that supported him before, and retreated to the side in embarrassment.

In the next second, Gong Qianzhong put his foot on the cauldron: "Change back!"

The tripod buzzed, and the old man with the goatee appeared on the spot.

He covered his ears pitifully: "Senior! Please fix it!!"

Gong Qianzhong: "..."

At this moment, a fire suddenly appeared not far away.

The flame is small, but it spreads like a single spark, with an indomitable momentum.

The moment he saw the flame, Gong Qianzhong's eyes couldn't help but widen slightly.

That's... that's the flame of the Great Sun Immortal Sect?

who is it?Since he came to this world, it seems that he only gave the flame seed to one person.

Zhuang Hui, the woman who unfortunately almost died after accepting him.

Gong Qianzhong couldn't care less about the old man with the goatee, he just said: "Follow me!"

Immediately, Gong Qianzhong's figure disappeared.

The old man with the goatee groaned, but before he could react, his body turned back into a square cauldron automatically, as if an invisible force was pulling him, his body swished out.

Seeing this scene, Mi subconsciously reached out and grabbed the square Ding's legs, so his body also flew up with the Ding?

The old man with the goatee instinctively flicked the thing hanging on his leg, the runes around the body of the square tripod shone slightly, and the next second the old man with the goatee stuffed it into his belly.

Gripping the edge of the cauldron closely, he moved his body, feeling a bit tight in his buttocks, reached out and grabbed two tripod ears.

He looked at the tripod's ears, and then at the smooth edge of the tripod, with a complicated expression on his face.

The tripod was flying very fast, Mi's whole body was frozen in the tripod, and he did not dare to move.

The old man with the goatee reminded Mi: "Put my ears back! If you throw it away by mistake, I will be in big trouble."

Mi immediately let go, and the two tripod ears fell into the tripod. He said dryly: "...the witch weapon can talk?"

The old man with the goatee said: "The heaven and the earth have spirits, we can carry the power of the heavens and the earth, why can't we have spirits?"

Mi is the patriarch of the tribe. Before the shaman of their tribe was still alive, he learned a lot of common sense from the shaman, but there is absolutely no shaman weapon that can speak.

Mi said honestly: "Anyway, I have never seen or heard of it, you must be a treasure."

The old man with the goatee was delighted when he heard it, of course he is a baby!It is still the treasure of the town! !

But in the next second, he thought of his smashed ear, and his mood became gloomy again. Fatty Pan just had a gash in his stomach, and he lost both ears directly!

Hope you guys can fix it.

Just as each person was talking nonsense, Gong Qianzhong had already rushed out of the dense forest.

There was chaos.

The Zhuang Hui he was looking for was in the center of the field. She seemed to be glowing, with raging flames burning all over her body.

The flames were like greedy fire snakes, crazily rushing towards the tribal warriors who were trying to kill her, but Zhuang Hui didn't care about it at all. She persistently chased a big man and tried to kill him!

The flames were devouring the lives around them, and they were also burning Zhuang Hui's life. She hadn't really started to practice, and she didn't know how to control the flame that originally came from Gong Qianzhong.

But when her heart was filled with anger and hatred, when she vowed to let the dismembered villain die no matter what the cost, it seemed that something ignited the flame and turned on the switch of the power in her body.

"Go to hell—!"

The flames jumped, reflecting the woman's ferocious face like a ghost.

The tribal warrior is also crazy, the flames are burning on his body, and he can even smell the smell of meat, ah, how familiar this smell is, he has eaten the flesh of countless people, will he also become a mass of meat at this moment? ?

But before dying...

The big man glared at Zhuang Hui and roared angrily.

Roar------

Let's die together!

He rushed towards Zhuang Hui frantically, but Zhuang Hui couldn't dodge it at all, or she didn't want to dodge it either, she also screamed and went straight to meet him!

Seeing that Zhuang Hui and the big man were about to die together, a figure suddenly appeared beside Zhuang Hui.

That's chestnut.

Puff!The big man's fist directly pierced Li's heart, and Zhuang Hui's flames rose up in an instant, engulfing the big man in an instant.

"chestnut--!!!"

Seeing this scene, Misu screamed!

His brother, his brother...

Li fell back and landed on Zhuang Hui.

Zhuang Hui stared blankly at the enemy who had been burnt to slag, and his eyes slowly moved down, and fell on Li who was lying on his body.

"why……"

Why save her?They obviously don't know each other at all.

If Chen Chen came to rescue her and Zhang Jianping to avenge her brother, then Big Cat came to rescue Li.

She and Li never said a word, why did Li stand in front of her.

Li stretched out his hand with difficulty, and he grabbed Zhuang Hui's wrist, only Zhuang Hui's reflection remained in his dark eyes.

"Heaven and earth are above, take my life as a contract, and my fate will be imposed on her."

"From now on, you are the witch of our tribe."

"Please, help my brother to glory."

Brother, that's all I can do.

May my tribe prosper from generation to generation; may my elder brother be honored.

As Li's voice fell, his body turned into a bright red witch pattern, which climbed up Zhuang Hui's wrist along his hand, and appeared on Zhuang Hui's face in an instant!

The red witch pattern flashed a few times and then gradually disappeared.

Zhuang Hui looked at the empty bosom, then touched her own face subconsciously, with a dazed look on her face.

She looked up helplessly, just in time to see Gong Qianzhong at the edge of the battlefield.

Zhuang Hui seemed to see her relatives, and the fear, anger, hatred, and confusion in her heart erupted instantly. She stumbled up and wanted to find Gong Qianzhong, but for some reason, her feet were weak, and she felt the moment she stood up. dizzy.

The next second, she didn't know anything.