After a century of worship, I became the ancestor of the tribe.

Chapter 276 Fifth-Order Crimson Sun Divine Fire!

The giant flaming arrow in the air exploded, startling the Holy Envoy warriors who flapped their wings repeatedly.

This isn't right, the giant arrow exploded too, this is such a surprise!

Xuanqi relied on his great strength, and these exploding giant arrows did not cause him any real damage. He flapped his wings and constantly stirred up a gale to disperse the energy from the exploding giant arrows.

Through his efforts, he saved a member of his tribe who was about to fall, grabbing him and flying him upwards.

The task the ancestor gave him was to check if Zhiyan, the guy who severely injured Uncle Yucheng, was on this old tortoise.

If we are here, then we should go back and report to the Ancestor, who can then take advantage of the situation to attack the Blazing Flame Array.

Now look what happened. Not only did they fail to find out if that little beast was there, but they didn't even see how many people made a move before their clansmen were severely injured by a hail of arrows from Zhiyan.

How can this be played?

After pulling his severely wounded clansman out of the energy bursting from the rain of arrows, Xuanqi prepared to temporarily entrust him to the care of other clansmen.

Suddenly, it felt a chill and its feathers bristled.

In his haste, he accelerated the flapping of his wings, and runes lit up among his feathers, increasing his speed by 30% in an instant.

Then, it threw away the tribesman it had saved from its claws, letting him curl up and fall down.

Tweet!
Xuanqi let out a long howl, and a circle of blue light appeared above his head. He frantically chanted the incantation blessed by the Holy Spirit, wanting to ask the Holy Spirit to save him.

The Holy Spirit did indeed appear.

In an instant, he saw the source of the crisis.

It's right above your head.

He stirred up a gust of wind, creating a sea of ​​wind around him, protecting himself within it.

With a 'rip', the sea of ​​wind was torn apart, and a beam of starlight fell from above Xuan Qi's head, disappearing into his body with a 'plop'.

Ah!
Xuanqi screamed in agony. Despite his prayers for the Holy Spirit's protection, he was still struck hard on the back, and the rest of his body exploded from his back.

The remaining upper body fell to the ground and exploded into a bloody mess.

After making his move, the clone transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the sky, heading towards the back mountain of the Bifang tribe's territory.

Rumble!
At this moment, the cannons on Turtle City were still roaring, and the old Xuan Turtle was hovering on the ground. Although it was not high off the ground, it was still drifting towards the land of the Bifang tribe.

A huge crater was blasted open on the ground, and intense flames burst and intertwined, with many severed limbs and blood flowing everywhere.

The cavalrymen who charged out from Bi Fangbo's troops scattered in panic.

The remaining airships were even faster.

Before they could even hold out for half a quarter of an hour, the Bifang warriors who were blocking the old Xuan Turtle began to suffer a great defeat.

At this moment, the warriors from various tribes who had not yet gone far were staring blankly at the scene before them, unable to react.

An enormous old tortoise hovered and flew forward, the city on its back continuously pouring out flames, and streams of light fell into the Bifang market before continuing towards the Bifang clan's territory.

Each streak of light was accompanied by a burst of fire that shot into the sky, and the shockwave swept across the land, as if the earth were blooming with dazzling flames.

Under the scorching heat of the fire, the Bifang market was quickly reduced to ruins. The cannonballs flew into the Bifang territory as the old tortoise moved, and sparks were seen blooming in the Bifang territory.

"Why can we only see the flames, but not where the explosion occurred?"

In the distance, figures stood on tiptoe to look around. They originally wanted to leave, but most of them were so attracted by this once-in-a-lifetime scene that they couldn't move their feet.

For thousands of years, powerful tribes like Bifang have been like local tyrants in Yongyi. They never thought that anyone would dare to make a move against Bifang.

Do you really think Bifang is made of clay?!
Although they don't have a fifth-tier ancestor, they do have an ancestor at the peak of the Divine Realm.

"You can't see the point of impact, that's right, it's a depression."

When someone raises a question, someone else provides an answer.

"Yes, the area inside the Bifang tribe's territory is rather low-lying. I've been to the Bifang tribe's territory before, and their elders even personally..."

The words came to an abrupt halt. The person who had spoken had intended to put on an act, but upon closer inspection, the situation seemed a bit off.

What's the use of the elders personally hosting a banquet? What are you looking at? The one who's going to take over Bifang is here.

"That's not right. Where is Chief Bifang? He's a powerful expert in the late stage of the Divine Realm."

"That's right, the market was destroyed, and the clan's territory was also affected. Why is no one here? The ancestor of the Bifangbo tribe has been out of touch with worldly affairs for many years. Could it be that he has really turned into a kind-faced clay statue and let his own people be killed!"

"Shh, do you remember before, when the Bi Fangbo tribe sent a group of flying boats north to Ji? Let's see which direction this old tortoise came from."

"I remember now, not only did the Bi Fangbo tribe have flying boats heading north, but the Qingyang tribe and the Tianzheng tribe also had them."

"I also heard that these powerful clans gathered at Tianzheng to discuss something before, but unfortunately, our small sect has no way of finding out what they were doing."

"After these tribes gathered, they headed north."

"Goodness, could something have happened?"

The figures stared wide-eyed, eager to uncover the whole story.

"If Bi Fangbo's tribe really did something wrong, then they can't blame anyone else for coming after them. People have to pay the price for their actions."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just want to know where Bifang Ancestor is. He hasn't run away, has he?"

……

Behind Bifang Mountain, Bifang Lord spoke up, "Let's go, Ancestor. As long as our direct descendants are still here, Bifang cannot be destroyed."

"It's just the Crimson Sun Divine Fire. I refuse to believe that in such a vast wilderness, we can't find new spiritual fires of heaven and earth."

A hint of resentment flashed in the eyes of the Bifang Ancestor, who kept looking back at the clan's territory.

“Ancestor, we are not without a chance to return. Once Zhiyan comes out, how can the Holy Envoy Clan let it go? They will definitely not be able to resist making a move. If these two clans fight to the death, we Bifang will still have a chance to return.”

Lord Bifang grabbed the old ancestor's sleeve and quickly headed away into the distance.

After being dragged a few steps, Bifang finally made a decision.

“Let’s go. As long as we’re alive, we can always rebuild. Once I advance to the fifth rank, I will do everything in my power to help you advance to the fifth rank as well. My Bi Fangbo tribe will surely rise again.”

Ancestor Bifang pondered, the method by which Shen Can had defeated the fifth-level Great Witch of the Holy Envoy Clan had truly frightened him.

With such methods, if Shen Can were to come in person, even the formations passed down from their ancestors would likely be unable to withstand his attack.

The formation passed down by Bifang is completely different from the formation of the Zhiyanbo tribe, and it simply cannot withstand the continuous and fierce attacks of the fifth rank.

This is outrageous! The formation of the Zhiyan tribe is completely different from that of the Yongyi formation.

He had lived for over a thousand years and had never seen such an outrageous formation.

Since activating the formation might not be enough to stop it, simply holding on is the worst possible strategy. Therefore, Bifang began making follow-up arrangements long ago.

If you can't hold out, then retreat.

Take the formation and your belongings to another place and start all over again. Anyway, with the Three-Turn Phase Condensation Method, the fifth rank is within reach.

"What a pity, my clan's divine fire!"

After speaking, the two quickly rushed into the distance, but after flying for a while, they landed and began to change their appearance, blending into a caravan that was hastily leaving the Bifang Market.

……

Rumble!
Within the Bifang clan's territory, magnificent buildings and clan halls were shattered with a deafening roar, and deep craters appeared one after another in the earth. At this moment, not a single Bifang warrior came out to stop them; from the Divine Treasury to ordinary clansmen, everyone was fleeing in panic.

The clan chief didn't see it.

The elder didn't see it.

We offered sacrifices to the spirits, but we didn't see them.

……

"You guys are going too far!"

Finally, in the ancestral temple in the middle of the Bifang tribe's territory, right next to the core volcanic area, an angry roar rang out.

At this moment, the old black tortoise had already entered the Bifang clan's territory and could see the Bifang ancestral temple at a glance.

Its towering height was a hundred feet, but it was damaged by the cannon fire of the witch cannon, and half of the Bifang Ancestral Temple had collapsed.

Inside the ruined ancestral temple, four bronze statues of the Bifang deity stand tall, and within each of the bronze sacrificial vessels, a figure flashes rapidly.

When Bifang was attacked, the four sacrificial spirits in the temple never came out to stop it, and now they can only roar helplessly in the ruins.

The four of them were warriors from several generations before Bi Fang. After their deaths, their remnant souls were activated and transformed into sacrificial spirits within the clan.

Of the four sacrificial spirits, three had grown feathers, and one even grew crimson wings.

In the practice of observing wild beasts, beast transformation is a common occurrence. However, this is the first time I've encountered a beast that retains traces of beast transformation even after death and when it is transformed into a sacrificial spirit.

"Prepare the witch arrows."

The volcano coldly gave the order, and the giant crossbow on the tower was laid flat towards the Bifang Ancestral Temple, aimed at the sacrificial spirits inside.

"We're all human, yet you don't even have any sense of kinship..."

put!
Hundreds of giant magical arrows, trailing trails of magical light, covered the Bifang Ancestral Temple with a deafening roar.

The fire raged, engulfing the entire ancestral temple in flames. Broken debris scattered in all directions, and sacrificial artifacts were blown away, twisted into a ball that flew out horizontally.

Three of the four sacrificial spirits vanished in the flames on the spot, and the remaining one, though it escaped the blast radius, was as thin as smoke.

He flapped his translucent wings, darting around like a streak of light, fearing he would be hit again, but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't escape the scorching flames' attack range.

"help me!"

"Why are you running away? Come back and offer your prayers!"

While dodging left and right, the spirit priest angrily shouted at the fleeing Bifang people.

His gaze swept across the clan's territory, trying to find Lord Bifang, but after scanning back and forth several times, apart from the clansmen who had fled in panic, there was no sign of Lord Bifang.

Not only was the Earl nowhere to be seen, but the Ancestor, Elders, and many other commanders were also nowhere to be found.

"Is this the renowned Bifang?"

Looking at the raging flames over the Bifang tribe's territory, many of the onlookers outside could hardly believe that the Bifang tribe had been so easily conquered.

What about those who resisted?
“Those who dared to resist were all beaten down outside Bifang Market.”

"Look at Lord Bifang, the head of the clan, he hasn't come out yet. Surely he's not in seclusion and hasn't heard anything?"

"Even Bifangbo has disappeared, treating the tribe as something external, yet he still expects his people to fight to the death?"

……

Behind the Bifang clan's territory, the clone collected the remains of Bifang Bozhu and the ancestor into the witch's bag.

These two guys are a bit slow. If they wanted to run, they should have abandoned everything and run away long ago.

Two men could be seen mingling into the caravan, as if they had planned their escape in advance.

In short, he seemed eager to run, but his running wasn't decisive or efficient.

Returning to the territory of the Bifangbo tribe, the clone landed above the crater of the Bifangbo tribe. Looking down from above, the Bifangbo tribe had been completely defeated, and its people were scattered and fleeing.

A tribe with a history of eight thousand years could not possibly be so incapable of organizing resistance, scattering and fleeing after being attacked. This is no ordinary small tribe.

It is obvious that the core members of Bi Fangbo's tribe had long been withdrawn, leaving behind only those who had been abandoned.

Inside Bi Fang's volcanic forging workshop, the once bustling fire pit, which was teeming with people the last time I visited, was now filled with scattered forging tools and not a single person in sight.

Besides the fire dragon wall guarding the outside of the volcano, another protective formation that originally existed here has also disappeared.

The Kui Niu Iron Bridge that spanned the lava was also gone, but traces of the bridge were found in Bi Fangbo's magic bag.

The clone glanced at the sky; one of the Holy Envoys was gone, but unfortunately, the Grand Priest they were waiting for still hadn't arrived.

He entered the volcano where Bifang had previously crafted the witch weapon. Flames surged and roared, and the barrier inside the volcano was about to collapse without its guardian.

With some members of the Bi Fangbo tribe already arranged to leave, it's impossible that the Bi Fangbo chieftain and the Bi Fang ancestor stayed until now just for the sake of a Kui Niu Iron Bridge.

Inside the volcano, the magma surged like giant dragons, and the rich fire energy continuously flowed onto the clone.

Soon, the clone sensed an extremely subtle spiritual aura flowing within the flames.

After capturing this spiritual energy, following the direction of its flow, they finally sensed a golden-glowing area about ten feet in diameter beneath the churning lava.

The densely interwoven fire patterns were so numerous that even a single sensory perception could not fully count them.

This golden light was like a pure nectar, surrounded by wisps of golden light, and extremely hot, like a small sun embedded in molten lava, emitting a rich fire elemental energy.

The moment the divine sense touched, a three-legged firebird rushed out and crashed into the divine sense.

The divine sense released by the clone suddenly exploded, forcing him back.

Fifth-order divine fire.

The clone immediately realized that a fourth-tier spiritual object could no longer exert too much pressure on him.

What appears to be a flowing mass of golden flame essence is actually an extremely dazzling flame, only it is so pure that it has condensed into a single mass.

The moment he saw the ball of fire, the clone felt that it could be used to temper his physical body.

This fire is incredibly pure.

Now I understand. No wonder Bi Fangbo and his companion didn't leave. They must have wanted to take this flame with them. Unfortunately, even when the two of them worked together, they couldn't take the flame away.

This is no longer a spiritual object that the witch's pouch can hold. It's estimated that the pouch will be burned to ashes before it can even be put inside.

As for carrying them along, it's clear these two guys aren't strong enough.

The clone scanned the two skeletons in the witch's pouch again and found many fresh scars on their bodies, some of which had burned down to the bone.

The burn marks are so deep that even a peak-level Divine Realm expert's body can't erase them. It seems these two guys put in a lot of effort.

Unfortunately, their strength was too weak to take away this fifth-tier divine fire.

The clone tried to sense the golden flames again, but the moment its divine sense touched them, it was burned away by more than half of its energy once more.

Tweet!
The three-legged firebird reappeared, instantly burning away all of her divine consciousness.

Clearly, to obtain this essence of fire rock, one must first subdue this firebird.

(End of this chapter)