Chapter 93 The Terrifying Divine Vine

“Buzz!”

On top of the stone mountain, the huge divine vine burst out with an even stronger green light, and in a very short time, those Mosquito Tribe warriors were sucked by it and turned into skin and bones until they died.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…”

The green vines also extended longer, and the large group of bird-billed mosquitoes were either beaten to death, entangled, or stabbed to death, and soon became scattered.

Bird-billed mosquitoes are not ordinary mosquitoes. They have a certain degree of intelligence and know how to seek benefits and avoid harm.

The surviving bird-billed mosquitoes fled frantically. They flew very fast and could fly far away in the blink of an eye.

The vines of the divine vine were not vegetarians either. Most of the bird-billed mosquitoes were killed by the vines that chased them. Only a small number of bird-billed mosquitoes that were on the edge and ran the fastest escaped in panic.

The bird-billed mosquitoes all ran away, and the frightened mosquito tribe warriors wanted to run even more.

But their escape speed was much slower than that of the bird-billed mosquitoes. The roots of the divine vine emerged from the ground from time to time, and every time they entangled a mosquito tribe warrior, they would suck them dry. There would be no accidents and no escape.

The leader of the hunting team, Hua Wen, ran the fastest. He was a three-color warrior and he did not rush to the front. When he found that Shen Teng was alive, he immediately left everyone behind and ran away.

As a tricolor warrior, he had experienced countless battles, but never once had he felt as terrified as he did now.

Because he was facing a living tribal totem god, how could he fight? Hua Wen had only one thought in his mind now, which was to leave here immediately and never come back.

He even began to regret in his heart why he had to visit Teng tribe again. If he didn't come, nothing would have happened.

Unfortunately, it’s too late to regret now.

“Whoosh!”

As Hua Wen was running, the soil in front of him suddenly broke open, and a thick root emerged from it, then wrapped around his waist like lightning.

"Ah! Get out of here!"

Hua Wen frantically waved the bone knife to chop the rhizome, but with his terrifying strength as a three-color warrior, he couldn't even make a small cut on the rhizome of the divine vine.

The gap is really too big.

While screaming, the flower mosquito was gradually entangled and wrapped by the roots, and finally even its face could not be seen. The screams turned into whimpers, and finally even no sound remained.

After a moment, the roots retreated back into the ground, Huawen's animal skin coat slipped off, and the bone knife fell to the ground, leaving only a skeleton in its place.

All the Mosquito Tribe warriors who invaded the Vine Tribe were either killed by Jiang Xuan and others, or entangled by the roots of the divine vine. Not a single one of them escaped and all died here.

Even their corpses were quietly entangled by the roots of the divine vine, which then sucked away all their flesh and blood, leaving only a pile of bones.

When the battle was over, Jiang Xuan looked at the bones scattered all over the ground and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the Teng tribe is protected by the divine vine, otherwise they would be the ones to die now.

The tourists who had been hiding in the caves came out, and the tourists who were by the river also returned. Everyone was glad that they had escaped.

Jiang Xuan first had the seriously injured soldiers carried back and treated by Chishao, while the lightly injured ones applied medicine themselves.

Afterwards, Jiang Xuan asked the tourists to collect the spoils.

"Take back all these animal-skin clothes, animal-skin bags, and weapons."

The tourists became busy. Looking at the bones, they became even more awed by the terrifying vine.

The supplies and weapons left behind by more than a hundred warriors are quite considerable. For the Teng tribe, this is a considerable fortune.

Jiang Xuan picked up Hua Wen's bone knife. He unexpectedly discovered that the bone knife was polished in one piece. He didn't know what kind of animal bone it was made of, but the blade was very sharp.

"nice one."

Jiang Xuan unceremoniously put away the bone knife and hung it on the animal leather belt around his waist.

"Chief, what should we do with these bones?"

After collecting the spoils, a tourist respectfully asked Jiang Xuan.

Jiang Xuan said: "Pile the skulls in the most conspicuous place on Thunder Mountain, and bury the other bones."

"Okay."

The tourists immediately did as they were told and moved more than a hundred human skulls to Leiming Mountain south of the Teng Tribe, piling them up into a small hill in the most conspicuous place.

As for the other bones, they dug many pits and buried them all.

The reason why he created a horrifying pile of skulls was not because Jiang Xuan was cruel, but to tell other people who came to the territory of the Teng tribe that the Teng tribe was not easy to bully.

This is actually a helpless move, because the Teng tribe is currently quite weak and can only rely on this method to intimidate other tribes.

If the Vine Tribe was strong enough, there would be no need to use these methods.

Those truly powerful tribes have enough deterrent power even if they do nothing.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Jiang Xuan dragged his tired body back to the bamboo house.

There was a lot of blood on his body, but it was just some bruises, without any broken skin, because he was wearing a precious spider silk suit.

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This spider silk clothing is indeed a treasure. It is extremely strong. Neither a stone knife nor a stone spear can pierce it. At most, it will leave some bruises.

Jiang Xuan took off his spider silk clothes, washed them with water to remove the blood stains, and then hung them up to dry.

Spider silk clothes hardly absorb water and dry easily. He only needs to hang them in the sun for a while before he can wear them again.

After this battle, Jiang Xuan truly realized the benefits of the spider silk clothes, and also understood why the old witch said before he left that the spider silk clothes could save his life at the critical moment.

Jiang Xuan suddenly remembered the spider tribe that produced spider silk clothes.

If everyone in that tribe could wear a spider silk coat, they would have the upper hand when fighting with other tribes.

This tribe should be very powerful, right?

Jiang Xuan decided that if he had the chance he would go to the spider tribe to see it with his own eyes, and it would be best if he could trade for a batch of spider silk clothes.

After all, the Black Tooth Tribe is too evil, and it is a loss to buy things from them.

Jiang Xuan took some herbal medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, then walked into the bamboo forest to see the seriously injured people.

During the battle, these soldiers were very brave and none of them were cowardly.

In the yard of the bamboo forest, several seriously injured soldiers were lying on bamboo beds, receiving treatment with red peony root.

Their injuries were severe, several of them potentially life-threatening.

When Jiang Xuan went over, he happened to see Chishao praying to Shishan with an ancient witchcraft spell.

Soon, several tender vines extended to the seriously injured soldiers and dripped a drop of green juice on each of them.

When the juice fell into the wound, a magical scene appeared.

I saw a faint green light shining on those terrible wounds, and the flesh and blood were wriggling rapidly. Not long after, they healed.

Jiang Xuan looked up at the divine vine and sighed again in his heart, this is a magical world.

If it weren't for the sacred vine, these soldiers would have been so seriously injured that their survival would have depended on luck.

But now, their fatal injuries were healed in a very short time, which was a real miracle.

The warriors were also very excited. They struggled to get up from the bamboo beds, kowtowed to the divine vine to express their gratitude, and their faith in the divine vine became even stronger.

(End of this chapter)