The Qiang people no longer have a tribe or so-called clan. All they have left are land scorched by war and dilapidated houses.

This is a disaster, a man-made disaster and a natural disaster.

The Qiang leader had prayed countless times, but still could not stop the beast's attack.

I don’t have the will to resist, nor the power to give a thumbs up.

No matter whether you kneel down and beg for mercy or fight bravely, in front of those beasts, there is only death.

"You are here."

The low voice echoed throughout the land in an instant, frightening the Qiang man to death.

Although he was the bravest man, he became afraid and had no resistance in this situation.

An inhuman being walked in.

A sense of oppression ensues.

The bronze skin was covered with lines, and magma flowed in the lines. The 13-inch body directly broke through the threshold. On the disheveled head, only two bloodshot eyes could be clearly seen.

This is no longer human-like. There are only beast-like creatures outside.

The moment they arrived, even the sky and the earth became dim.

"Why are you hiding?"

The Qiang leader slumped on the ground, looking at the approaching beast, his face full of fear.

"As a descendant of Emperor Yan, why are you hiding?"

The beast had red eyes, and just by staring at them with its head down, it seemed extremely oppressive. The Qiang people now had no chance of survival.

"Why don't you speak? Don't you know how? Or don't you want to?"

The beast asked again, and this time his strong arms lifted the Qiang man up.

The sound of majestic breathing came to my face, and with it a foul stench. It was the smell of blood, the smell of rotten flesh, the smell of death.

"Jiang Biao, spare his life."

A calm voice sounded, and then a figure in a black robe came in.

The figure's face could not be seen clearly, but the Qiang leader knew that he might have survived.

"only."

As soon as the voice fell, the Qiang leader was put down and fell to the ground with a plop, splashing dust all over the ground.

"Are you Ermuzhi of the Qiang people?"

The Qiang leader was instantly a little excited, after all, he could understand what this person said.

In this land, although the Di people and the Qiang people have a common ancestor, they cannot speak the same language after all.

"Who are you? Why are you slaughtering the descendants of the great Yan Emperor?"

The Qiang leader cried out in fear and questioned, but the fear on his face did not subside in the slightest.

The man in black robe who came was the witch of the Di people, that is, Mo Ju who escaped from the Central Plains.

Mo Ju ignored the Qiang leader's questioning. He simply walked a little closer, looked at the man, and asked, "Are you the leader of the Canlang tribe of the Qiang people?"

The Qiang leader seemed to want to ask something else, but was interrupted by Mo Ju: "You just need to answer yes or no. If you answer anything else, I can't guarantee that many people will survive here."

The sound of slaughter outside rang out again, and the Qiang leader dared not say anything more. He only replied, "Yes... yes."

The tragic situation outside and the tragic situation of other tribes had made him lose all desire to resist.

"What's your name?"

Mo Ju looked at the Qiang man again and asked.

"Qiang Ling."

The current Qiang leader naturally answered whatever was asked, not only for his fellow tribesmen, but also for his own life.

"snort……"

Mo Ju laughed, and endless darkness seemed to condense behind him. The deep darkness instantly attracted Qiang Ling's attention. With just one glance, his consciousness was completely immersed in it.

Mo Ju looked at this stupid person and knew that it was almost done.

This was not the first Qiang tribe to be killed. The Xianling, Shaodang, Beihe, Ruo and other tribes were all killed. None of them were like this tribe, which did not show any resistance at all.

This was the first time that Mo Ju had taken this thing into his command since Wang He broke into the Qiang territory, allowing the power of the Great Dark Sky to grow even stronger.

He knew about the power of Qi a few days ago, and the confidence he had built up had disappeared.

Mo Ju no longer knew how much chance he had of winning. Now he could only rely on this no longer reliable fate and this so-called great dark sky.

"Great Dark Sky, please accept the worship of this humble servant. It will sacrifice its body, its soul, and everything it has. Please, great one, accept this humble worship."

Mo Ju looked at the changes in Qiang Ling in front of him, and kept chanting and praising the Great Dark Sky that did not exist.

One after another, a powerful aura emerged from the man in front of him, and lines like those on Jiang Biao's body emerged, with a dark light flowing in them.

There is no weirdness, only a strange belief, which is pious and also the most evil.

"Great Dark Sky, please accept the faith of us humble servants!"

Jiang Biao and countless Di people and beasts outside knelt down, praising and expressing their unusual piety.

The sky and the earth were gradually covered by darkness. There was no wind, no clouds, no sun, moon or stars, only darkness.

The strange piety appears particularly bright on this dark land, like the sun, attracting the remaining souls on this land.

"Uh, hahaha..."

A strange smile sounded in this dark world, echoing, surging, and then seeping into the hearts and bodies of this group of devout people.

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