Chapter 24 Ant Tide Down

"Morosusa, Atailang Jifinicon..." Suddenly, Xiya's unique secret truth of the wolf demon clan sounded in Chu Tian's ear. The voice was low and desolate, like an ancient sad song that reverberates forever in people's hearts.

"Wow--" A blood-red fire wolf jumped out of the void and roared at the ant colony.

"Boom!" Countless magic ants burned up, like dripping magma falling one after another, like the colorful star rain scattered from a boiling blue sea.

Chu Tian suddenly realized that the demon ants were afraid of fire. But this is not an ordinary fire, but the secret method of the wolf demon clan "Wheezing Moon Wolf" released by Xiya!

However, there are too many magic ants in front of us. Even if tens of thousands of them are burned by the roaring moon wolf inflammation, it is only a small part of them. More magic ants quickly spread out, like strong smoke all over the sky. The buzzing sound of wings was deafening, and the impact stung Chu Tian and Xi Ya's eardrums.

"Xi Ya!" Wolf Lord!" Huo Ran, the other wolf and demon warriors, woke up from the state of meditation and arrived quickly.

"Green eaters?" Bei Xizhao was shocked. He grabbed a handful of red silver powder from the leather bag around his waist and threw it into the sky.

Silver powder permeates the wind, and those magic ants "hout" with a little touch.

Soon the ant colony was spotted, and the surrounding sky seemed to have large pieces of green cages burning, emitting a pungent rot, and the ashes and smoke disappeared in an instant.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, Beixi was shining. He is a proud disciple of the great shaman and the only secret magician in this group who can make "red flame powder".

Chu Tian let go of Xi Ya and heard Bei Xizhao frown and said, "Why do so many green ants suddenly appear here?"

In fact, it is not only Bei Xizhao, but also Xi Ya and others are also surprised and uneasy about this.

You should know that green ants usually live in the lunar marsh in the east of the Dushuo Mountains, and there are only more than a thousand in each group. The scale of tens of thousands of people like today is actually unheard of.

Xi Ya quickly calmed down, secretly count the number of people present, and found that except for the sentry who was swallowed up by green ants, Bei Xihan disappeared.

"Where is Xihan?" Her face stared at Chu Tian, but her heart was full of confusion.

When the green ant attacked, she had fallen into a coma and didn't know how Chu Tian escaped the pursuit of Bei Xihan.

Chu Tian said indifferently, "He died, and the wreckage of the body rolled down the slope."

Xi Ya's delicate body trembled slightly, rushed downhill without saying a word, and suddenly stopped in front of a piece of red night grass.

Bei Xizhao and others then arrived and saw Cheng, as Chu Tian said, the wreckage of Bei Xihan lying in the grass unbearably. Dozens of green ants crawled between his bones and bones, looking for bone and flesh and blood that can be eaten.

The surroundings became silent, and the sad atmosphere quietly spread.

Wolf demons are ashamed of tears, but everyone's eyes are clearly full of grief and anger.

Xiya slowly bent down and stretched out a crystal jade hand like an agate to the wreckage of Bei Xihan.

"Hung--" The green ants left on Bei Xihan's body sensed Xi Ya's breath, and immediately abandoned the tasteless bones of food, spread their wings and rushed to her palm.

"Bow!" Xi Ya's fingertips jumped a cluster of blazing flames, and the green-eating ant "xiao�" turned into green smoke.

Bei Xizhao came forward with a solemn and solemn expression. He slowly picked up the remains of Bei Xihan and let him lie down again in the direction of the Beixi tribe.

Then all the surviving wolf demon warriors walked out from behind Xiya in turn and slowly sprinkled a handful of sand in his hand on the remains of Bei Xihan.

The ancient "Funeral Song" sounded again. Xi Ya lowered her head and kissed Bei Xihan's forehead, and lit his remains with the burning flame of her fingertips.

When the song slowly returns to silence, the remains of Beixi Han gradually turn into a curling smoke, leaving only a broken golden elixir to be enshrined in the temple of the Beixi tribe as a permanent memorial.

"Why did Xi Han die, but the demon pig was safe and sound?" In the silence, Bei Xiyao suddenly asked.

The eyes in the field coincidentally focused on Xi Ya, and Bei Xiyao asked exactly what they were thinking.

As the first warrior of the young generation of the Beixi tribe, Beixihan's chance of survival should be higher than that of Chu Tian, who was sealed with the meridians, but the result is exactly the opposite.

Xi Ya looked calm and said slowly, "You provoked Xi Han to come to me?"

Bei Xiyao replied, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"You understand--" A wisp of murder gradually condensed between Xi Ya's eyebrows and said, "You are a cancer of the Beixi tribe. You don't deserve to stand here. From now on, I will expel you from the tribe, and I will not be allowed to take half a step in the future within three years!"

Bei Xiyao's face changed dramatically and said in a cold voice, "Xiya, you have no right to treat me like this!"

Bei Xiya looked at his brother contemptuously, raised his right hand and poked out the bone blade, and slowly drew a blood-red blade on his forehead. The golden red blood flowed down the straight bridge of her nose. She touched it gently with her index finger, raised her arms and pointed to the sky. Her voice was cold and majestic, "In the name of the red moon!"

"Red Moon Blood Oath!" Bei Xiyao's face suddenly turned pale and resentful, and he said hoarsely, "Bei Xiya, you didn't hesitate to stab the golden elixir and swore to expel me from the tribe with blood... I hope you won't regret it!"

Bei Xiya said indifferently, "I just regret that I didn't do it for a long time."

Bei Xiyao sneered and said, "Don't be proud. I won't let you succeed like this!"

He stepped back step by step, opened the distance between him and Xiya. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out a dark magic wand that was more than half a foot long with barbs and raised it high and said, "All the people of the red moon, take my orders to kneel down!"

"Holy whip?!" Xi Ya was shocked and said harshly, "How dare you steal the holy whip from the temple!"

Bei Xiyao raised the holy whip, and there was a touch of pride on his face. He said, "Bei Xiya, do you want to disobey?"

Bei Xiya stared at Bei Xiyao and knelt down at the holy whip without saying a word.

Bei Xizhao and others did not expect that Bei Xiyao would steal the holy whip symbolizing the supreme power of the Beixi tribe. In horror, they could only kneel down helplessly with Xi Ya.

Seeing everyone kneeling at their feet, Beixi was extremely proud and said with a smile, "Beixiya, I wanted you to be more majestic for a few days. But if you want to force me to show the holy whip, then don't blame my brother for not thinking about brother and sister!" He raised his hand and waved the whip and hit Bei Xiya's back, and immediately opened his skin and blood was bleeding.

Bei Xiya clenched her silver teeth and endured the severe pain. Her hands were deep into the sand and kneaded pieces of gravel into powder.

When the wolf and demon warriors saw Xi Ya being humiliated, they were all about to crack, but they were afraid of the holy whip in Bei Xiyao's hand, and they could only try their best to endure.

Bei Xizhao said, "Xiyao, don't go too far."

"Exessive?" Bei Xiyao smiled gistly and said, "I have something more excessive!"

"Bang!" The ferocious roar of the holy whip, tore the leather armor in front of Beixiya's chest, the crystal and straight chest was exposed to the air, and the golden red blood flowed and dyed the skin red.

Xi Ya's delicate body trembled in pain, and blood drops fell into the sand in front of her, like a sad red flower blooming slowly.

Bei Xiyao noticed the fierce eyes of the wolf demon warriors and knew that they just succumbed to the majesty of the holy whip and could not resist. If not, I would have been torn to pieces by these people.

A strong sense of shame surged in his heart. For the first time, he clearly realized Xi Ya's noble position in the minds of the wolf demon warriors. However, the more so, the more he stimulated his impulse to torture and humiliate Xi Ya.

He raised his leather boots covered with sand and sent them to Xi Ya. He deliberately looked at Bei Xizhao and others and said, "Lick it clean."

"Oh--" The blood of the wolf demon warrior is open, and he howls painfully and sadly, and hatred is like volcanic lava.

For them, Xiya is not only the wolf master of the Beixi tribe, but also the holy and beautiful goddess in their hearts.

Bei Xizhao quietly showed his bone blade. He knew very well what the consequences of attacking Bei Xiyao were. It was a cruel torture that was thousands of times more terrible than death. But at this moment, he has no choice.

Suddenly, a gorgeous snowlight passed through the sky, like a meteor flashing through people's eyes.

"Puff!" The blood flower burst out, and Bei Xiyao burst into a scream. His right hand and the clenched holy whip were cut off and flew out by Cang Yunyuanchen's sword.

After a short period of anger, he immediately realized what the consequences of losing the holy whip meant. Regardless of the bleeding of the wound, he chased the holy whip desperately.

However, his figure has just emerged, and the unstoppable waves of fists all over the sky have surged in front of him.

Seeing the quiet and indifferent face of Chu Tian, the boxing queen, Bei Xiyao couldn't help feeling a burst of chagrined - he was too complacent, and as a result, he ignored this demon pig!

Unfortunately, the demon world did not regret selling medicine. He could only pop up the bone blade to split the fist wind and try to break through the holy whip that blocked the recovery of Gao Fei as quickly as possible.

"Boo-bo-" There was a series of dull bursts in the air, and Bei Xiyao's body was bounced back to the ground by Chu Tian's "thousands of holes".

Chu Tian's fists were bloody, all small wounds cut by the blade wind, and his body staggered down.

If it hadn't been for Mu Chengxue's physical confinement, with this punch with all his strength, it would have been strange that Bei Xiyao would not spit out three liters of blood.

Even if it's like this, Bei Xiyao is about to vomit blood.

Just as he and Chu Tian's fist blade hit each other, Beixi ejected and jumped like a flash of lightning, firmly grasping the holy whip with half of Beixiyao's forearm.

Almost at the same time, the other seven wolf and demon warriors quickly dispersed around, surrounding Bei Xiyao in the center.

Xi Ya looked deeply at Chu Tian and stood up. The wound on her chest is healing rapidly, and the torn leather armor is also magically recovered, which shows the self-healing ability of the wolf demon clan.

Her eyes were cold, that is, there was no excitement and joy of getting out of danger, and there was no anger and resentment. She just quietly stared at Bei Xiyao, whose face was like dead ashes, and said slowly, "You make your own order!"