Wanyao Youyun

Half a month later, in the human territory, the man saw that the once beautiful mountains and rivers had changed beyond all recognition, and all that was left was a sea of ​​blood and corpses, and the pungent smell of blood in the air.

Among the bodies were his relatives, friends, tribesmen, and tribesmen of other races. Not far away, the battle was still going on, and the bodies were still increasing.

"Black Shark, where are you? Come out and tell me what's going on." The man yelled at the battlefield.

"Young Patriarch, you are finally back." A burly man in green clothes appeared holding a long stick.

"Tell me quickly, what happened?"

"The Flower Spirits discovered that someone from our race secretly captured a large number of talented cultivators from the Flower Spirits and took their hearts alive to devour their cultivation."

"How could this happen? Devouring the hearts of the Flower Spirits can help humans cultivate?"

"I can't believe it either, but in a valley of my tribe, a large number of imprisoned Hualing people were indeed found, and there were many corpses with their hearts dug out. In that valley, there is a seven-story pagoda shining with rays of light. There are a large number of hearts stored in the pagoda, some are soaked in potions, some are being refined, and some...some are absorbing the energy in the hearts."

The man took a deep breath and his heart trembled. You know, the world they live in is rich in resources and has many races. Although disputes occur from time to time, such a racial war has never broken out.

The world they were in was a unique celestial body. Many powerful people had gone out to explore it, but they did not find any traces of the existence of other celestial bodies. So, from some point on, everyone called this place "Yuanyi Star".

There is no other celestial body besides Yuanyi Star. It has its own light source and temperature, and has its own day and night and four seasons.

No one knows how Yuanyixing was born or how the races appeared. No one knows when each race had their own cultivation methods. They absorbed and refined the innate spiritual energy through different methods with their own advantages and disadvantages, practiced different martial arts moves, and became more and more powerful.

Among all races, humans and flower spirits are the two most powerful races. The advantage of humans is that they reproduce quickly, are the most intelligent and are good at exploring various ways to utilize resources.

The advantage of the Flower Spirit Clan lies in their talent. Cultivators can only absorb innate spiritual energy by opening the acupoints in their bodies. Ordinary cultivators can open one or several acupoints. Geniuses can open more, and opening seven acupoints is the limit. However, the heart of the Flower Spirit Clan is also a natural acupoint, and it is in addition to the seven acupoints.

But their biggest drawback is that it is difficult to reproduce. The life of the Flower Spirits must be conceived by flowers, not by viviparous or oviparous, and there is no need for sexual intercourse. They can reproduce by one sex, opposite sex, or even the same sex, but the time it takes to conceive varies and the success rate is not high. Compared with other races, the Flower Spirits have always had a small population, so the tribe is extremely united and cherishes every member of the tribe.

Although the Flower Spirits have such an innate advantage, other races can only envy them, but no one has ever thought of taking this talent away. In the face of the Flower Spirits' strength, no one dares to do so.

Now, the most powerful and intelligent human race finally dares to try to seize this gift?

However, if it really succeeded, what kind of conflict would occur between the two races for cultivation and survival? It was chilling, right? The man didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't have time to think about it.

The Flower Spirit Clan's expert had already rushed in front of him, "You are the young patriarch of the human race, you are the culprit, come and die!"

"Fire Spirit Palm"

A huge red energy palm came straight towards the man. The man waved his hand and the energy palm was instantly annihilated.

Seeing this, the Flower Spirit Clan's strongman knew that the gap in strength between the two sides was huge. So he raised his hand and released a light butterfly, shouting, "I found the young leader of the human race. Come over and help. Send more people. This person is very strong."

The light butterfly disappeared, and almost at the same time, more than a dozen powerful flower spirits appeared opposite the man and the black shark.

Without any extra words, the Flower Spirits launched their attack instantly. Energy shocks condensed from various moves rushed towards the two of them, each move could destroy a mountain, and all the moves were connected together, as if the sky was about to be shattered.

The man did not dare to delay, he circulated his internal energy and pushed forward with both palms. A black energy wall stood in front of him, blocking all attacks. The energy of the moves made by both sides was constantly dissolving each other, but neither could do anything to the other, and entered a stalemate.

At this moment, a member of the Flower Spirit Clan suddenly flashed with golden light and rushed towards the man, breaking through the black energy wall, while shouting: "For the sake of my people, I will fight you to the death."

"Be careful, Young Clan Leader. He wants to blow up his heart palace and destroy everything."

The man frowned slightly, and a black long knife immediately appeared in his hand. He slashed at the opponent with a knife. There was a loud "bang". The knife light collided with the self-exploding Hualing tribe member. Although it blocked the self-explosion, the aftermath of the self-explosion still attacked the man. The man was pushed back several steps, but no damage was caused. The black shark beside him was overturned by the aftermath.

"Are you okay?" The man came to Black Shark. "I'm fine, Young Chief. The Flower Spirits are too cruel. You have to be extra careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, several golden lights from the Hualing tribe rushed over quickly and exploded at the same time when they were about to get close. This time the energy of the self-explosion was even greater, and the man slashed out again.

"The Sword of Heaven and Earth"

This was a desperate defensive move. Countless black blade energies intertwined into a net, cutting the energy of the self-destruction into energy fragments.

Just as this wave of self-explosion was blocked, dozens of figures were seen rushing to a place not far from the two. "Boom boom boom" dozens of people exploded at the same time, and the energy tide surged in, swallowing the two in the blink of an eye.

"Are these guys crazy? Young Chief, hurry up," Black Shark yelled, holding a shield in front of the man.

The man also instantly raised his body's protective energy and swung his sword to block the impact caused by the self-explosion.

After a moment, the energy dissipated, and the place was in a mess. All the mountains, forests, and buildings under his feet were destroyed. The people of the Flower Spirit Tribe disappeared, and the Black Shark also disappeared.

"Black Shark, Black Shark" the man, covered in blood and with disheveled hair, shouted at the empty sky and earth. Although Black Shark was his follower, he had watched him grow up, accompanied him and protected him like a brother. In the whole world, besides his parents, Black Shark was the person closest to him.

The man was the young patriarch of the human race, and he was extremely talented. He had a smooth life since childhood and had never experienced any setbacks. Not to mention this sudden separation of life and death.

The man's eyes were red, and his heart was torn. He had originally thought that he could give in and resolve the hatred with the Flower Spirit Tribe. As the Flower Spirit Tribe pressed forward step by step and the black sharks died, he could no longer control his murderous intent.

The man stared at the battlefield in the distance, holding a black knife, and killed without hesitation. Every strike either killed or severely injured the opponent, as if he wanted to vent his inner pain through endless killing.

I don't know how much time has passed, nor how many people I have killed. Maybe my mood has been relieved, or my body is running low on energy. The man slowly stopped killing, shook off the blood dripping from his clothes, and looked around. At this time, the battle was not as fierce as before, because there were not so many people left.