MTL - This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 192 Have you ever seen grass and trees wither?

In Jiang Xuan's arms, Chi Shao's body temperature was getting higher and higher, but her breath was getting weaker and weaker. The weird witchcraft was frantically destroying the vitality in her body.

"Vine God, save her, please save her..."

Jiang Xuan's tears fell down, and he kept cheering the Vine God, hoping that the Vine God could save Chishao's life.

"Buzz!"

In the sky, Shenteng obviously heard Jiang Xuan's call, and also sensed that the life of the red peony was fading. It branched out an emerald green vine and quickly extended toward the ground.

"Meng Bird God, stop it!"

At this moment, the Mengniao tribe witch, who had already fallen into a mad state on the ground, shouted madly.

"Gah!"

Meng Bird God heard his cry, and then the divine power broke out again.

It broke through the blockade of the vine god, and then rushed straight to the vine, extremely fast.

"Katha..."

Meng Bird God rushed past, the life-saving vine was pecked off by its sharp beak, and the half of the vine that lost control fell to the ground weakly, and gradually lost its divine light.

Afterwards, Meng Bird God madly attacked Fuji God, not giving it another chance to treat him.

Chishao also lost hope of surviving.

In Jiang Xuan's arms, Chi Shao reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at Jiang Xuan reluctantly. She realized that she couldn't hold it anymore.

Her mouth opened and closed with difficulty, but she couldn't make any sound.

In the end, Chi Shao closed her eyes, and a crystal tear fell on the ground from the corner of her eyes, smashing to pieces.

"Sister...Sister, wake up..."

Jiang Xuan was still calling in a panic, but Chi Shao didn't give him any response.

On the other side of the battlefield, the witch of the Mengniao tribe laughed madly.

"The Vine Tribe Witch is dead, the Vine Tribe Witch is dead..."

He originally wanted to kill Jiang Xuan, but he did not expect a witch to die, which made him overjoyed, because a witch is more important to a tribe.

"witch!"

Uncaria and the others who were fighting turned back one after another, seeing Jiang Xuan holding the red peony in despair, and seeing the witch of the Mengniao tribe continue to laugh frantically, everyone's expressions changed.

"what!"

At this time, Jiang Xuan, after experiencing the hope of the Fuji God's treatment and the destruction of the Mengniao God's hope, heard the wild laughter of the witches of the Mengniao tribe, and finally broke out completely.

He gently put down the red peony, then picked up the bronze spear, and looked at the Mengniao tribe witch with red eyes, as if to devour him alive.

"boom!"

In his body, an invisible barrier was shattered, and the terrifying power was released, filling the whole body along the hundred meridians.

After experiencing extreme despair and extreme anger, the five-color warrior realm that he had been striving for suddenly broke through.

He walked step by step towards the place where the Mengniao tribe witch was. Although he didn't say a word, his face was very terrifying, as if he was going to choose someone to devour.

Two fighters, riding on a bird, rushed towards him, trying to stop him.

"Pfft..."

Jiang Xuan didn't even look at them, but the bronze spear stabbed out continuously like lightning, and when it was retracted, it was already stained with blood.

"Pfft puff..."

After Jiang Xuan walked over, the two Mengniao tribe warriors looked at the wound at the heart with disbelief, and then fell into a pool of blood with the two Mengniao.

As Jiang Xuan walked forward step by step, more Mengniao tribe warriors rushed over. Uncine and others followed Jiang Xuan with a heavy cavalry composed of more than 30 black wind rhinos, killing them all the way.

Crescent Moon also ran in front of Jiang Xuan, lowered her head and rammed into the Mengniao tribe warriors frantically, opening the way for Jiang Xuan.

Jiang Xuan walked towards the Mengniao tribe witch step by step.

At first, the witch of the Mengniao tribe was still laughing wildly, but when Jiang Xuan got closer and closer, he finally stopped laughing.

The shadow of death loomed over his head, terrifying his heart, and his survival instinct made him want to flee.

He panicked and climbed onto Mengniao's back, but that strange witchcraft cost him too much blood and soul power, making him very weak.

He tried several times in a row, but failed to climb onto Mengniao's back.

"Peng!"

At this moment, Crescent Moon rushed over, only to see it lowered its head and slammed forward, directly knocking the Meng bird upside down and flying out, landing heavily on the ground.

"Roar!"

Afterwards, Crescent Moon let out a filial piety, and before Mengniao got up, rushed over, the huge body stood up, and the terrifying big hooves brutally trampled the Mengniao to death.

Jiang Xuan finally walked in front of the Mengniao tribe witch.

When facing death, the Mengniao tribe witch was not as brave as he thought.

He didn't ask Jiang Xuan for mercy, because he knew it was useless to ask for mercy.

Using both hands and feet, he rolled and crawled to escape from this place. However, an icy bronze spear accurately penetrated his body and nailed him to the ground.

"puff!"

The witch of the Mengniao tribe spat out a mouthful of blood, and was still trying to crawl forward with both hands.

Jiang Xuan stepped on the back of the Mengniao tribe witch with one foot, then pulled out the bronze war spear, and stabbed it again, and so on...

"The Guard is Here"

At some point, the battle was over, and the four tribes had great hatred for the Mengniao tribe. Under their frenzied killing, none of the Mengniao tribe survived.

"Dang..."

After not knowing how many times he had been stabbed, Jiang Xuan finally returned to his senses. He threw the bronze war spear aside and walked back.

He returned to Chi Shao, and although he didn't say a word, his tears seemed to burst into a dike, and he couldn't stop it.

The warriors of the Vine tribe were also very uncomfortable, and many even cried.

Chishao is usually very kind to every clan, and never puts on airs. If someone is injured or sick, he will definitely go all out to heal them.

Now, they could only helplessly watch Chi Shao lying quietly on the ground.

…

In the sky, the Meng Bird God has also become the end of a strong arrow.

"Buzzing..."

After the ground battle was over, the Unicorn God spread its wings and flew into the sky, sending Meng Bird God on the road together with the Sparrow God and the Fuji God.

The turtle **** on the ground was annoyed, and if he could fly, he could also participate.

The Mengniao God looked at the ground. It had worked so hard to protect the Mengniao tribe for an unknown number of years, and it was destroyed like this.

At this time, its divine power was almost exhausted, and it was surrounded by three totem gods, and even if it wanted to run, it couldn't escape.

"Gah!"

Mengniaoshen broke out for the last time when he knew that there was no hope of escape.

It slammed into the Sparrow God fiercely, trying to pull the Sparrow God up before it was too late.

"Crash..."

At this moment, countless vines were entwined like green chains towards the Bird God. Meng Bird God had just flown in front of the Bird God, and his body was already entangled with vines and could no longer fly forward.

"Whoosh!"

The Unicorn God took this opportunity to fly directly in front of the Meng Bird God, then lowered his head, stretched the forked horn to the Meng Bird God's abdomen, and slammed it hard.

"puff!"

The Unicorn Goddess is extremely powerful, and the Unicorn God is even more powerful. This top directly pushes out a terrifying blood hole in the abdomen of the Mengniao God.

The Meng Bird God let out a shrill scream, obviously suffering heavy damage.

"Chirp..."

At this moment, the bird **** flew to the back of the bird **** like a bolt of lightning, and the sharp bird beak ruthlessly pecked the back of the neck of the bird **** several times in a row, blood splashing everywhere.

"Gah..."

Mengniaoshen struggled desperately, but was unable to break free from the shackles of the divine vine, and its neck was pecked through.

"Om..."

The Vine God burst into a dazzling divine light, and then, vines entered Meng Bird God's body along the wound, quickly extracting its blood and soul power.

Gradually, the call of the Mengniao God became weaker and weaker, and when he tilted his head, he died.

"Kakaka..."

After the Vine God drew the blood and soul of Meng Niao Shen, he slowly landed on the ground, and the vines gradually retracted, leaving behind Meng Niao Shen's body.

The Sparrow God, the Unicorn God, and the Turtle God, the three totem gods of the small tribe all looked at the Vine God, and immediately rushed towards the corpse of the Meng Bird God after getting permission.

Although the blood essence and the soul have been absorbed by the rattan gods, the meat of the Mengniao **** is also a great supplement for the small tribe totem gods. After eating, it can help them improve their strength.

Soon, Meng Bird God was gnawed to the bone.

And the rattan god, which gradually shrank, was suspended above the rattan tribe.

At this time, Jiang Xuan was in despair, and he didn't even raise his head when the Vine God came.

But the surrounding vine tribe warriors bowed down reverently.

"mysterious!"

The voice of the rattan **** sounded in Jiang Xuan's mind, Jiang Xuan finally raised his head, choked and could not speak.

The Vine God exuded a soft green light and said: "Xuan, don't be sad, the witch of my Vine tribe will not die so easily."

Jiang Xuan looked at the Vine God with disbelief on his face, and at the same time there was some hope in his heart.

Maybe things weren't as bad as he thought.

"Have you ever seen grass wither and bloom? They sprout in spring, grow in summer, bear fruit in autumn, and in winter, the leaves will fall off and look dead."

"But death is just an illusion. Their roots will continue to grow underground, absorbing nutrients, and by the next spring, they will re-root and sprout, even more lush than before."

After listening to Fujishen's words, Jiang Xuan finally broke free from his grief, and he hurriedly asked, "Fengshen, you mean, my sister is actually still alive?"

"That's right, she is a witch of our Vine tribe. She has gained a part of my power, and naturally has a tenacious vitality like grass and trees. After a period of silence, she will wake up again."

"Great, great!"

"Thank you Fuji God!"

Jiang Xuan sincerely bowed to the Fuji God, then wiped away his tears and carefully hugged Chi Shao.

Others couldn't hear Fujishen's words, but they could hear Jiang Xuan's words.

When they learned that Chishao was still alive, everyone cheered.

Uncaria immediately shouted: "Quick, use a rope to tie the best shelf, put it on one layer, no, put three layers of animal skins on it, and send the witch back to the tribe!"

"Yes!"

The warriors of the Vine tribe moved one after another. They found the straightest tree, the best rope, and tied a stretcher the size of a bed.

Afterwards, they found three pieces of the largest, softest and thickest animal hides from the Mengniao tribe, covering them on the stretcher and carrying them personally by Uncaria and Nanxing.

Jiang Xuan gently put the red peony on the stretcher, and then ordered to clean the battlefield and collect the spoils.

The Mengniao tribe is a medium-sized tribe. Although it is not very rich, it can collect a lot of loot.

The soldiers first collected all kinds of weapons, animal skins and other things that could be used on the battlefield, and then rushed into the Mengniao tribe's residence, emptying all the things they could take away.

Food, weapons, tools, animal skins, animal bones, animal teeth, stone tools, bone tools, stone materials, etc. There are so many things that can be used.

Even those slaughtering birds are used as food, whether they are dead or alive, they are all gathered together.

After all the scraps are collected, they are piled up in different categories, and then the rattan tribe takes the bulk, and the rest is handed over to the three small tribes to share equally.

Because the Vine tribe has the most warriors, the strongest strength, and the most contributions, the three small tribes have no opinion, and they are even happy, because their harvest this time is not small.