After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 145 Returning to the Forest
Feng Yuan was deeply shaken.

He had long heard that the new patriarch of the Divination God Clan was a genius that appeared only once in ten thousand years. He was exceptionally talented from a young age and had an innate affinity for nature, showing extraordinary talent even in his childhood.

But he didn't take it seriously at the time.

The previous chief of the Bu Shen tribe died of illness last year while fleeing, and the new chief had just taken office at that time, so he can be said to have been appointed in a time of crisis.

Besides, he's still young. What good is his talent if he's so great? He hasn't had time to improve his cultivation or perform consistently. And right now, he's no match for me.

But Feng Yuan never expected that this person would be able to break through to the fifth level at such a young age!
What does this mean? It means that if the Bu Shen Clan is given some time, and Ling Qing is given more time to cultivate, he can definitely become a formidable opponent of the Zhui Feng Clan!

No, they are experts far stronger than the Wind Chaser Clan!

Feng Yuan suddenly spoke up, "Ling Qing, I'll ask you one last time—if you give up resistance and willingly submit to my Chasing Wind Clan, then all of you can survive! I will also petition the clan leader to give you an elder's position, and I will certainly not treat you unfairly."

"Hmph, don't pretend to be kind. We've said it countless times already: my Divination Clan will never submit!" Uncle Lin said coldly.
"That's right, give up on that idea!"

"What is there to fear in death? We will never surrender!"

Ling Qing didn't even answer, his expression unwavering, which was clearly his answer.

Feng Yuan frowned slightly, a faint sense of regret rising in his heart—

If they submit, then such geniuses can be used by their Wind Chaser Clan.

"Since that's the case, then you brought this on yourselves." Feng Yuan sighed. "I'd like to see how long you can hold out."

After saying that, he shouted to his men, "No need to hold back, finish this quickly."

For some reason, ever since he saw Ling Qing's light golden spiritual energy shield, Feng Yuan had a faint sense of foreboding and a feeling of unease that he didn't know where it came from.

It was as if something was about to happen.

However, Feng Yuan couldn't figure out where this unexpected turn of events would occur, because the Bu Shen Clan didn't seem to have any backup plans. If they had any other options, they wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Never mind all that, let's resolve this as soon as possible to avoid any unforeseen complications.

With all the blades on the leaf ring exhausted, the Bu Shen tribesmen solemnly took out ordinary leaves that they had prepared beforehand and continued to use them to attack.

But the fire was too intense. The intense heat from the spiritual fire made the fire-fearing tribesmen extremely uncomfortable, and the increasingly thick smoke made their aim very poor. They couldn't even hurt a single Wind Chaser after a long time.

In addition, the clan leader Ling Qing's spiritual energy is almost exhausted.

His already fair skin turned even paler. When he could no longer hold on, he stopped and opened his eyes.

"Brother Clan Chief," Xiao Ling called out to him, her voice choked with emotion.

Ling Qing pushed herself up from the ground, her voice weak, but she managed a gentle smile: "Little Ling, don't be afraid, the clansmen are all together."

Xiao Ling wiped her face, "Mmm!"

The eldest member of the clan, the only surviving elder, Fei Yan, roared and charged forward, drawing his weapon, the Thorn Branch.

"I'll fight them to the death!"

Everyone was shocked, "Elder!"

"Don't go!" Ling Qing hurriedly shouted.

Ahead lay raging flames; anyone who rushed in would be immediately engulfed by the spiritual fire and would never even reach the Wind Chaser Clan, let alone "fight."
Ling Qing knew that the elder was unwilling to stand and wait to die, and had nowhere to vent his anger, so he was trying to fight one last time. Fortunately, the elder was pulled back by his clansmen in time, but he did not give up and struggled to rush into the sea of ​​fire.

Ling Qing's eyes turned slightly bloodshot, and the fire in his pupils boiled and surged. He could no longer bear it.

His robes fluttered without wind, and the last of his spiritual energy rose around him. The pale green spiritual energy was originally full of vitality, but now it looked full of determination.

Outside the aura circle, there was a very faint golden ring.

His sudden action startled the last members of the clan, with the elder being the first to realize what was happening, his eyes widening in surprise, "Gui Lin..."

There is a saying among cultivators about "self-destruction," which means using oneself as explosives, sacrificing everything to take someone down with you when you die. This is very powerful, but the primordial spirit will also be reduced to ashes.

The cultivators believed that even if they died, their primordial spirit would not disappear with them, but would disperse into the world and possibly be reincarnated after many years, thus being reborn.

Whether this is true or not, no one knows, because there will be no memory of the past life in the next life, but it is still an expectation.

But if one self-destructs, there will be absolutely no next life.

The members of the Bu Shen clan can also self-destruct, but they call it "Returning to the Forest," which means returning their spiritual energy and flesh to the mountains and forests.

The difference is that, because of the extraordinary talent of the Divination God Clan, Gui Lin's actions will also touch the creatures in the forest. They will grieve for the person's passing and appreciate his thoughts and feelings.

Then, they will combine the power of all the spirits to launch a joint attack.

Guilin was the last innate skill of the Bu Shen clan before their deaths. This skill caused too much of a stir and not everyone could use it. Generally, only the clan leader or a few people with high cultivation could do it.

Without a doubt, Ling Qing meets this condition.

He was willing to die in exchange for a counterattack against the Wind Chaser Clan!
"Brother Chief..." Xiao Ling's tears had already fallen, and the other clansmen also looked sorrowful.

Some people tried to stop Ling Qing, but Ling Qing was determined and no one could stop him.

As Ling Qing's aura grew stronger and stronger, even the Wind Chaser clan members watching from behind the flames sensed something was wrong. Their expressions changed abruptly as something unexpected happened—

"The Divination God Clan! I've come to lend you a hand!"

A strong female voice suddenly rang out from the woods, breaking the tense standoff.

Ling Qing paused, looked up in astonishment at the distance, and her spiritual energy also stopped.

"Who goes there!" Feng Yuan shouted.

But after asking the question, he looked at the raging fire in shock.

A male cultivator, carrying a little girl, ignored the spiritual flames and walked step by step into the sea of ​​fire.

Why would anyone want to die?

As he was filled with doubt, what he saw the next moment made Feng Yuan question the meaning of life.

The fire was so big that it should have been reduced to ashes as soon as you got close, but the two people were completely unharmed.

Not only that, the fires vanished into thin air wherever they went!

how can that be!