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Chapter 127 Melee
The appearance of a large black tree broke the calm, like a horse hoof stepping into the shallow water of a clear lake.

The situation suddenly became chaotic!
First, several long black whips lashed into the group of warriors from the Huangzhulin tribe at lightning speed.

The people outside only had time to see a few criss-crossing whip shadows in the air on their retinas, and soon they discovered that the originally relaxed atmosphere among the Huangzhulin warriors was like a burst watermelon, suddenly breaking into pieces.

Some figures flew directly into the air, some were beaten to the point of having their hands and feet broken, with their limbs flying everywhere. There were also several warriors whose bodies exploded and their souls dissipated after being beaten by the extremely fierce whip.

It was not until then that everyone heard the crackling sound of the whip tip cutting through the air.

This sound combined with this picture was like a huge thunder suddenly exploding among the crowd of warriors in Huangzhulin.

Immediately afterwards, among the crowd of onlookers, Gao Jiao and seven or eight other people who were entangled by the vines drew parabolas in the air like sandbags and crashed into the crowd of warriors from the Huangzhulin tribe.

In the spiritual realm, extraordinary warriors have no defensive or combat power. When faced with danger, everyone's instinct is to release their fighting spirits.

Therefore, when Gao Jiao and his companions were knocked down by the group of warriors in the Yellow Bamboo Forest, their war spirits also appeared at the same time. These war spirits were not even what they wanted to release, but the natural reaction of the Tao seeds that were connected to their souls after their bodies were attacked.

What’s even more terrifying is that war spirits are not dead objects, but have their own intelligence and independence.

Normally, they can fight independently, relying on their own judgment and awareness to fight the enemy. But at this moment, when their master is dizzy and confused, they are released and almost without hesitation, they will target the factors around them that may cause harm to their master.

For example, people bumping into each other.

Bang! Gao Jiao's war spirit was a red-maned standing dragon. This creature had a lion-like red mane and looked like a standing giant lizard. As soon as it appeared, it slapped a Huangzhulin warrior who had collided with Gao Jiao and sent him flying.

Even more ruthless is Zi Yu from the Wutong River tribe.

Judging from her figure, she was obviously a slender female warrior. Her fighting spirit was a centipede of gigantic size. The centipede was eight meters long, as thick as a rhinoceros, and covered in iron armor.

The edge of the centipede's carapace was like a sharp blade. And the hundreds of pairs of legs were even sharper. As the purple jade fell, the centipede rolled in the crowd and killed three people. One of them was even cut in half.

The scene was chaotic and tragic for a while.

This sudden scene stunned the warriors of the Huangzhulin tribe who were driving the war spirits to fight. When they came to their senses, they found that more than half of their companions had disappeared.

Of the twenty people who came here in such a mighty force, only eight or nine are left now.

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned red.

They never dreamed that the people from the other three orchard forces who were watching the fun from behind, along with a group of independent cultivators, would take advantage of the fight between them and the people from the Ancient Banyan Tribe to launch an attack from behind.

"Gao Jiao!" Mr. Huang Zhu roared, and the black iron lion pounced towards Gao Jiao.

Gao Jiao, who was dazed, had just stood up when he heard the roar. In his field of vision, a huge black figure had already pounced in front of him. Fortunately, his red-maned standing dragon had been protecting him. Seeing this, he moved sideways and blocked in front of him, and instantly fought with the iron lion.

The two behemoths bit each other, slapped each other fiercely with their huge palms, and stabbed each other's bodies with their sharp claws. For a moment, dust flew, the ground shook, and blood splashed everywhere.

"I..." Gao Jiao came to his senses, angry and anxious. He wanted to explain, but found that a warrior from the Yellow Bamboo Forest next to him had already driven his tiger-striped mastiff to pounce on him.

Gao Jiao subconsciously dodged and hid behind Zi Yu.

Facing the approaching Tiger Mastiff, Ziyu's Iron Armored Centipede automatically rushed forward, biting the Tiger Mastiff's waist with its jaws.

However, the tiger-striped mad mastiff was agile and dodged very quickly. It only had a bloody wound on its waist, but no fatal injury. Instead, it turned around and bit the centipede's head hard. The centipede rolled over in pain, trying to roll its long body onto the tiger-striped mad mastiff, but was dragged back by the tiger-striped mad mastiff. For a moment, the sharp edges of its shell and insect legs were useless, leaving only deep grooves on the ground.

At this time, Langyan on the side had already stood up.

Compared to Gao Jiao and Zi Yu, this warrior from Ye Cao Valley had a flash of cold light in his eyes when he saw the chaotic scene. He decided to go all out and drove his war spirit forward to help Zi Yu's centipede.

His war spirit was a level 5 spirit beast captured from a level 5 spirit realm, named Tianhu Rock Wolf. Its entire body was a blue crystal texture, and its innate skill was collision. As soon as it appeared, it directly knocked the tiger-striped mad mastiff to its head.

Before the Tiger-Striped Mastiff could turn over and stand up, the escaped Iron-Armored Centipede had already wrapped around it, and its body suddenly tightened like a meat grinder, wrapping the Tiger-Striped Mastiff in blood and howling in pain.

boom!
As the iron-armored centipede bit the tiger-striped mad mastiff's neck with its jaws and pierced its body with its centipede, the tiger-striped mad mastiff suddenly exploded like a cloud of dust and disappeared. At the same time, its owner also disappeared.

Warriors and war spirits are two sides of the same coin. No matter whether the warrior or the war spirit is killed, the other party will not be able to survive.

Gao Jiao and Zi Yu looked at each other. They wanted to say that this was a misunderstanding, but now their words were completely stuck in their throats. They knew that they were being tricked. But looking around at this moment, they could no longer explain the situation.

The casual cultivators who were thrown over had already driven their war spirits to fight the people of the Huangzhulin tribe. On the other side, Niu Er and his men, who were originally blocked at the entrance of the valley, also took the opportunity to kill them. In the sky, on the ground, in front and behind, left and right, there were war spirits everywhere, biting, chasing, roaring and shouting.

But the most ferocious one was the big black tree!

In the attack just now, the black tree's whips had crushed at least four warriors from the Yellow Bamboo Forest Tribe. And now, this strange war spirit was fighting against the siege of three war spirits at the same time, and it was not at a disadvantage!
In front of him, five tree roots were whipping a wind rock tiger like whips. The wind rock tiger's innate skills were rock armor and wind movement. Its body was hard and fast, so it could move around in the whip shadows and occasionally grab a tree root and tear it apart.

However, if it tore off one root, there would be another one. The black tree actually had dozens of roots.

Moreover, the tree roots not only acted as whips, but also entangled it from time to time, or formed a tripwire on the ground. What's worse, they occasionally emerged from the ground like spikes and stabbed Feng Yanhu's abdomen and even his genitals and buttocks... It was extremely insidious.

Fengyanhu was entangled and helpless, unable to move forward, and could only roar in anger.

And on the left, is a thief bird.

Many people knew this thief bird. It was Baohu's war spirit. Baohu was also a warrior who had reached the second level of Tiandao Mountain and was qualified to enter the fifth spirit realm. Although he couldn't survive in the fifth spirit realm like many low-level warriors, Baohu was lucky enough to capture the beast soul of a rare thief bird and transform it into a war spirit.

This kind of war spirit can fly in the air at an extremely fast speed, like lightning. It also has a beak like a spike, claws like a dagger, and feathers on the edge of its wings that are like saw teeth.

Plus, its innate skill is Wind Blade, which makes it a natural assassin.

Many war spirits fought with the thief bird, but they could not even touch its hair, and their bodies were already covered with blood and scars. If the war spirit master was not careful and was caught by the thief bird, stealing his life would be as easy as stealing a branch. This is the origin of the thief bird's name.

As a casual cultivator, Baohu was able to gain such a big name in the Xianlai Town area, gather a group of followers, and become enemies with the Gurong tribe. Putting aside the support of Mr. Huangzhu behind him, this thief bird accounted for at least half of the reason.

Among the independent cultivators, few were willing to fight with him.

Many people who had offended him in the past were killed by him and left the area. Some people even privately commented that if Baohu himself was not only 11 meters strong, even Huangzhu Jushi might not be able to defeat him.

But at this moment, the thief bird couldn't do anything about the black tree.

In the sky, countless vines intertwined to form large nets. They continuously compressed the flight space of the thief bird, often covering it from the front of its flight path without any warning. Although the thief bird had wind blades and its feathers were also sharp blades, the large nets still affected its movements, so that its most relied-on speed could not be brought into play at all.

What was even more terrifying was that this black tree was actually a wood and fire tree. On the huge treetops, there were thousands of flaming leaves that would fall like a rain of fire if they were shaken casually, as if the sky was set on fire. The thief birds, which were most afraid of having their feathers burned by fire, could only cruise around the edges.

Once covered by the tree net and then burned by fire, the thief bird will probably become a roasted chicken.

And there is a real example right next to us.

It was an iron bull with a ghost face.

The Ghost-Faced Iron Bull is a famous fourth-level spiritual beast outside the domain. It is also recognized by many people as one of the most powerful spiritual beasts that can be captured outside the domain.

This kind of spirit beast belongs to the metal element, and is born with a metal body, invulnerable to swords and spears, and extremely powerful. Its talent is even more extraordinary, which is trampling. Not to mention being stepped on by the bowl-sized cow hoof, even if it is within a radius of three meters, the war spirit will fall into a dizziness and stagger.

And every time this happened, the Ghost-Faced Iron Bull only needed one strike to send the war spirit into the sky.

Moreover, because the metal element restrains the wood element, the ghost-faced iron bull is more ferocious when fighting against the plant-type war spirit. Earlier at the valley entrance, it was this ghost-faced iron bull that rushed to the front and held up the big tree of Ma San.

One of the arms of the tree was actually broken by it. If it hadn't been for the chaos here, it would have broken through the valley and rushed into the Ancient Banyan Tribe in a few more rounds.

But although they are both tree-type war spirits, the Ghost-Faced Iron Bull is now completely restrained.

The black tree kept inserting its roots around the Ghost Face Iron Bull, forming a dense forest. It was like a cage, making it impossible for the Ghost Face Iron Bull to charge. At the same time, there were tree roots that kept wrapping around it. When one was broken, another one came. If it was just wrapping around it, it would be fine. The most terrifying thing was that these tree roots were burning with raging fire.

Fire overcomes metal.

At first, the Ghost-Faced Iron Bull was able to hold its own, and in fact, in terms of momentum, it seemed even more ferocious as it charged around.

However, the tree roots constantly restricted its space, slowed down its speed, and entangled and burned it. Today, the Ghost-faced Iron Bull no longer looked as mighty as before. One of its limbs had been burned off, and there were traces of melting all over its body. A large part of its head had collapsed, and one of its eyes was gone.

As the Ghost-faced Iron Bull's struggles became weaker, the flames became more intense. Even from a distance, everyone could feel the scorching heat coming towards them.

Finally, the Ghost-faced Iron Bull howled and turned into a cloud of dust and disappeared. A warrior standing next to Monk Huang Zhu also disappeared like a drop of ink in clear water, floating in the air.

"Okay... okay..." When Mr. Huang Zhu saw this situation, his eyes were already red with anger.

"Gao Jiao, Zi Yu, Lang Yan..." His bloodshot eyes looked over one by one, and he called out their names one by one. Even though his appearance and expression were hidden under his misty skin, everyone present could feel his rage.

If it had been before, Gao Jiao and others might have been a little nervous.

But at this moment, knowing that the misunderstanding could no longer be explained and hatred had already been formed, they all made up their minds.

They were all veterans, and they all understood that if they turned back now, they would only be defeated one by one. It would be better to make the best of a bad situation and unite the four families to fight against the Huangzhulin tribe!

What’s more important is that with the disappearance of the Ghost-Faced Iron Bull, there are only five people left in the Huangzhu Tribe, and defeat is inevitable.

At this time, everyone's attention was not even on Mr. Huang Zhu.

Everyone's attention was focused on the black tree. They were dazzled and their hearts were beating fast. The casual cultivators who were watching from a distance were already pointing and talking about it.

"What kind of war spirit is this?!"

"Too strong! Not only can he fight against three people, but he can also kill the Ghost-Faced Iron Bull."

"This is not a spirit beast, it's a spirit demon! A spirit demon of both wood and fire! And it's only a juvenile spirit demon!"

What shocked everyone in particular was that the owner of this black tree war spirit was actually the newcomer who was talking nonsense in the crowd just now!

In the spirit realm, recognizing a warrior relies on the spiritual perception of the other party's Dao Seed. And this perception will not change even if the Dao Seed turns into a fighting spirit.

But who is this newcomer?

He hasn't even reached the first level of Tiandao Mountain, but he already possesses such terrifying combat power.

(End of this chapter)