Chapter 227 Beixi Tribe on

The fog in the forest is getting thicker and thicker, and coupled with the poisonous miasma that keeps evaporating and rising from the soil, there is almost no one ten steps away.

Bei Xizhao and others lit the torch, and the sea-blue light dispersed the darkness in the twilight forest, and at the same time, it also made those fire-fear monsters dare not approach too close.

For outsiders, the Twilight Forest is a murderous and sinister maze. There are almost similar shrubs and magic flowers everywhere, which makes it easy to get stuck in and lose their position.

But the wolf demons have the unique talent given by God, and they will not get lost in any harsh geographical environment.

They familiarly searched for the safest shortcut and shuttled silently through the forest.

Suddenly, there was a sound of water in front of me, as if it was rushing down from a very high place and rumbling on the hard rock.

Chu Tian's eyes suddenly opened up, and he saw a faint blue lake surrounded by the twilight forest, sliding like a mirror, quietly embedded in a lush green field.

To the east of the lake is a cliff towering into the clouds. The sapphire blue waterfall flows down from the clouds and fog above like a silver dragon. The waterfall hits the rock under the cliff and splashes a string of agate-like beads of water and flows into the lake.

The light blue water mist rises from the surface of the lake, like an elegant and flexible soft gauze rippling in the wind.

Along the lakeside, there are hundreds of huts made of sand and soil standing on the gentle slope, surrounded by golden-red spiritual valleys. When the wind blows, it is like a wave rolling.

An ancient and solemn wolf demon temple is suspended over the lake. The temple has been eroded by thousands of years of war, and the lines of years and the mottled suffering can be seen everywhere. But from the sacred and majestic momentum emanating from it, you can still find the glory of the past.

In the middle of the moon-like dome of the main temple, a huge statue of a blood wolf was held high. Its head is high, and its mouth is burning with an unquenchable flame, which seems to symbolize the tenacious vitality of the wolf demon clan.

At the outermost part of the tribe is a burning wall of fire. The blue flame spewed out from the ground, flashing with a dark red flame, rushing straight into the air for more than ten feet, like a transparent glazed curtain wall from a distance.

Behind the wall of fire, there is a lush and tall tree. The thick canopy is like a natural fortress, and the sentries of the wolf demon clan are hidden in it.

The home is in sight, and every wolf and demon warrior returning from the expedition has a happy smile on his face.

Xiya said softly, "This is the last pure land we can find in Dushuo Mountain. Every time I cross the twilight forest and see it from afar, I will sincerely believe that this is a holy place worthy of all our wolf demons who would rather sacrifice everything to protect.

Chu Tian understands that Xi Ya is telling everyone here, perhaps including herself.

Due to the tragic defeat three years ago, the population of the Beixi tribe, which was originally one of the most powerful wolf demons in the Dushuo Mountains, has suddenly decreased from nearly 10,000 at its peak to less than 3,000. If the Fumo clan comes out and finds a tribal settlement hidden in the depths of the twilight forest, they will undoubtedly face a terrible disaster.

The wall of fire in front of it is divided into the ground, revealing a passage for everyone to pass through. If you go further, you will enter a large spiritual valley field. These spiritual valleys are usually not eaten directly, but are brewed into wine and distributed at festivals.

Walking through the Linggutian is an earthen house where wolves and demons live every day. Many children gathered in the open space outside the earthen house to play. Seeing Xi Ya and others escorting Chu Tian, they shouted one after another, "Damn demon pig!" I picked up the dirt from the ground and threw it over.

Beixi blocked the soil and scattered the children. He saw more than a dozen ethnic groups surrounded by a middle-aged woman with high hair on her head and coming towards them.

"Old mistress?" Bei Xizhao didn't expect that Xiya's mother would come to greet her in person, which was not a good omen.

"Everyone is tired. Let's go home and rest first." Xi Ya frowned imperceptibly, which made Chu Tian realize that the relationship between her and her mother might be quite delicate.

Unexpectedly, several companions behind Xiya did not leave immediately. Bei Xizhao said, "Xiya, let me explain to the old mother about Xiyao's death."

"No." Xi Ya still remembers the last words Bei Xiyao said to herself before he died: "Tell your mother who forced her only son to die!"

- Well, Xiyao, I will fulfill your last wish.

Thinking so, she gently bit her red lips to meet her mother and the parents and relatives of those companions behind her.

"Xi Ya, why didn't Xi Yao come back with you?" The old mother's eyes looked for her son anxiously behind Xi Ya, and couldn't wait to ask her daughter.

Xi Ya replied calmly, "He is dead."

"Dead?!" The old mother was shocked, and her eyes suddenly became fierce and fierce. She stared at Chu Tian behind Xi Ya and said, "Who killed my son? Is it this demon pig?"

Bei Xizhao said, "Old mistress, Xiyao was killed by the old demon of the Fumo clan with green ants. At that time, he was humiliating Xiya with a holy whip stolen from the temple..."

" Shut up! How could Xi Yao go to the temple to steal the holy whip? The Fumo clan was driven out of Shanxi by the old wolf owner 20 years ago, and it is impossible to come back at all. The old mother scolded angrily, "Xiya, I want you to say to me in person, what's wrong with your brother Xiyao?"

"And Xihan, why didn't he come back?" An old wolf demon standing behind the old master's mother asked. He is Bei Xi'e, the father of Bei Xihan, and one of the few remaining elders in the Beixi tribe.

"Xihan was attacked by green ants and died bravely. There are also Xi Meng, Xi Jia, Xi Heng..." Xi Ya reported the names of the victims one by one, took out the golden elixir left by Bei Xihan and Bei Ximeng from her skin, and whispered, "Unfortunately, they encountered a wave of undead spirits, and none of them came back alive. It's all my fault--"

There was a sad cry in the crowd, and the mothers and wives of more than a dozen wolf demon soldiers were trembling and shaking, and some of them had fainted uncontrollably.

The scene was suddenly in chaos. A wolf demon woman suddenly snatched out of the crowd, opened her sharp fangs and rushed to Chu Tian fiercely and said, "I recognize you. You are the demon pig surnamed Mu!"

She is Bei Ximeng's mother. Her husband and two sons died in the war three years ago. Now the only youngest son is dead again, and his mood is out of control and rushes over regardless.

Xi Ya hugged her and delivered Bei Xi Meng's golden elixir to her.

Bei Ximeng's mother was stunned, raised her son's golden elixir with trembling hands and howled in pain at the red moon in the sky.

Her behavior was like a fuse, which completely ignited the hatred of the wolf demons for Chu Tian. Grief and anger erupted in the crowd, and one by one, they turned into fierce magic wolves and roared to tear Chu Tian to pieces.

"Protect Mu Chengxue!" Seeing that the situation was about to lose control, Xiya's face was like frost and ordered in a low voice.

The wolf demon warrior who followed her did not hesitate. He circled around Chu Tian and tried his best to resist the impact of the clan.

"Xi Ya, hand over this demon pig." Bei Xi'e held his son's Jin Dan's eyes red, showed his fangs and pierced into the shoulder of a wolf demon warrior, and threw him away fiercely.

Smell the blood, and the ferocity in the bones of the wolf demons was further stimulated, and the sad and violent roars came one after another.

"Go back, if anyone dares to take a step forward, I will kill him!" Xi Ya stood in front of Chu Tian and stopped the aggressive Bei Xi'e.

"Don't force me to summon the Presbyterian Council to depose you!" Bei Xi'e looked at his future daughter-in-law, roaring in his throat and threatening Xiya with his claws.

"It's up to you." Xi Ya grabbed Bei Xi'e's wrist and replied, "Xi Han's death, I'm as sad as you. But this matter has nothing to do with Mu Chengxue. It was the old devil of the Fumo clan who killed him.

"Bang!" Xi Ya was suddenly slapped loudly on the cheek. She was the old mistress.

She glared at her daughter and said hoarsely, "Your brother is dead, and you are indifferent; when Xihan dies, you not only don't have a tear, but also desperately protect a demon pig. I don't have a cruel daughter like you! I know. You are afraid that Xiyao is better than you and will take away the position of your wolf master, so you secretly colluded with the demon pig to kill your own brother... It must be like this, it must be!"

She gritted her teeth and tore Xi Ya. The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and she completely lost her mind.

Suddenly, Jin Shi somping, Chu Tian held Cang Yun Yuanchen's sword and flew on the neck of the old mistress and said indifferently, "Let her go!"

The old master and mother were stunned, but she didn't believe that Chu Tianzhen dared to hurt her. She raised her head and said, "If you don't kill me, I'm a bitch!"

Chu Tian didn't expect that the mother of the current wolf owner of the Beixi tribe would say such dirty words in public. Her wrist was gently turned over, and the sword front cut a blood mouth on her neck.

The old master's mother's face suddenly turned pale like a wooden chicken, and her hands involuntarily let go of Xi Ya.

Xi Ya exhaled gently and said, "Puruse your sword. You hurt her."

Seeing that Xi Ya raised her hand to stop herself, Chu Tian warned coldly, "Don't move!"

Bei Xi'er was furious and scolded, "You bastard, how dare you be wild in front of me?"

Chu Tian was unmoved, and the sword front sent it in again. The old mistress finally reacted and screamed in horror.

All the people around him were dumbfounded, and their minds, which were overwhelmed by grief and resentment, gradually calmed down a little. They walked back a few feet and gave up a buffer zone.

Chu Tian was calm and said to Bei Xizhao Youyou, "Now you can tell everyone how Bei Xiyao died. I think this old mistress must be happy to listen.

Bei Xi woke up like a dream and told the truth about the killing of Bei Xiyao.

He is a disciple of the great shaman and the cousin of Bei Xihan. What he said is so extraordinary that he has to believe it.

Only then did the clan know that Bei Xiyao's death could be attributed to himself. In addition, he had always been cruel and domineering. He was almost disgusted in the tribe and unpopular, and his anger could not help slowly eased.

"Liar!" The old master's mother suddenly spit on Bei Xizhao, and her fingers Chu Tian and Xi Ya's hair all over her body and screamed horrifyingly, "It's you, and you... killed my son!" Regardless of the Cangyun Yuanchen sword on his neck, he suddenly turned into a magic wolf and opened his sharp teeth to bite Chu Tian's throat.