This Is My Primitive Tribe

"Buzz!"

Above the stone mountain, the huge divine vine erupted with a stronger green light, and in a very short period of time, the mosquito tribe warriors were sucked into skin and bones by it, until they died.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Those green vines also stretched longer, and the large group of bird-billed mosquitoes, either being pumped to death, entangled, or stabbed to death, quickly became scattered.

Bird-billed mosquitoes are not ordinary mosquitoes. They have certain wisdom, and they still know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

The living bird-billed mosquitoes fled frantically. They fly very fast and can fly very far in the blink of an eye.

The vines of Shenteng are also not vegetarian. Most of the bird-billed mosquitoes were killed by the vines that were chasing after them. Only the small number of bird-billed mosquitoes who were on the edge and the fastest ran away in a hurry.

The bird-billed mosquitoes have all run away, and the already frightened Mosquito tribal warriors want to run even more.

But their escape speed is far worse than that of the bird-billed mosquito. The roots of the **** vines emerge from the ground from time to time. Every time a mosquito tribe warrior is entangled, they will be sucked dry. There is no accident and they cannot escape.

The leader of the hunting team, Hua Mosquito, ran the fastest. He was a three-color warrior, and he didn't rush to the front. When he found out that God Vine was alive, he immediately left everyone and ran away.

As a three-colored warrior, he has fought countless times, but never once has he been so terrified.

Because he is facing a living tribal totem god, how to fight this?

There is only one thought in the flower mosquito's mind now, that is to leave here immediately and never come back.

He even started to regret in his heart, why did he have to visit the Vine tribe again, if he didn't come, then nothing would happen.

Unfortunately, it is too late to regret it now.

"Whoosh!"

The flower mosquito was running, and the soil in front suddenly burst open, and a thick rhizome emerged from it, and then wrapped around his waist like lightning.

"Ah! Go away!"

Flower Mosquito hurriedly waved the bone knife to chop the rhizome, but with the terrifying power of his three-color warrior, he chopped on the rhizome of the divine vine, and he couldn't even cut a small hole.

The gap is simply too great.

In the scream, the flower mosquito was gradually entangled and wrapped by the roots, and finally even the face could not be seen, and the scream became a whimper, and finally there was no sound.

After a while, the roots retreated to the ground, the fur coat of the flower mosquito slipped off, and the bone knife fell to the ground, leaving only a skeleton in place.

All the mosquito tribe warriors who invaded the vine tribe were either killed by Jiang Xuan and others, or were entangled by the roots of the vine, and none of them escaped, and all died here.

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

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

Fortunately, the vine tribe is guarded by divine vines, otherwise, they would be the ones who died at this time.

The tourists who were hiding in the cave came out, and the tourists by the river also came back. Everyone was glad that they escaped.

Jiang Xuanxian asked for the seriously injured soldiers to be carried back, and Chishao treated them, while those who were slightly injured were treated by himself.

Later, Jiang Xuan asked those tourists to collect the spoils.

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

The tourists got busy one after another. Looking at these bones, they were even more in awe of the terrifying divine vine.

The materials and weapons left by more than 100 warriors are quite considerable. For the Vine tribe, this is a lot of wealth.

Jiang Xuan picked up the bone knife of Hua Mosquito. He unexpectedly found that this bone knife was polished in one piece, and he didn't know what animal bone was used, and the edge was very sharp.

"good stuff."

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

"Boss, what to do with these bones?"

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

Jiang Xuandao: "Pile up the skulls in the most conspicuous part of Leiming Mountain, and bury the other bones."

"okay."

Those tourists immediately did the same, and moved more than a hundred human skulls to the Thunder Mountain in the south of the Vine Tribe, where they piled up a hill in the most conspicuous place.

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

The reason for creating a terrifying pile of skulls is not that Jiang Xuan is cruel, but to tell other people who come to the territory of the Vine Tribe that the Vine Tribe is not easy to bully.

This is actually a kind of helpless move, because the Vine tribe is really weak at present, and can only rely on this method to deter other tribes.

If the vine tribe is strong enough, there is no need to use these methods at all.

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

After cleaning the battlefield, Jiang Xuan dragged his tired body and returned to the bamboo house.

There was a lot of blood on his body, but in fact there were only some bruises and no broken skin, because he was wearing a precious spider silk garment.

This kind of spider silk clothing is really a treasure, and its strength is extremely high. No matter whether it is a stone knife or a stone spear, it cannot be pierced through it, and it will leave some bruises at most.

Jiang Xuan took off the spider silk clothing, washed it with water, washed away the blood stains on it, and then hung it to dry.

The spider silk clothing hardly absorbs water and is easy to dry. It only needs to be dried for a while before he can wear it again.

After this battle, Jiang Xuan truly realized the benefits of the spider silk clothing, and also understood why the spider silk clothing could save his life at the critical moment when the old witch was about to leave.

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

If everyone in that tribe can wear a spider silk garment and fight against other tribes, it will take advantage of it.

This tribe should be very strong, right?

Jiang Xuan decided that in the future, if he has the opportunity to visit this spider tribe with his own eyes, it is best to trade a batch of spider silk clothes back.

After all, the Black Teeth Tribe is too dark, and buying things from them is a huge loss.

Jiang Xuan ate some herbs for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and then walked into the bamboo forest to see the seriously wounded.

During the battle, these warriors were all brave, and none of them were cowardly.

In the courtyard of the bamboo forest, the seriously wounded were lying on the bamboo beds, receiving treatment from Chishao~www.readwn.com~ Their injuries were very serious, and they could be life-threatening in several places.

When Jiang Xuan passed by, he happened to see Chi Shao praying to Shi Shan with an ancient witchcraft.

After a while, several tender vines extended to these seriously wounded people, and each dripped a drop of green juice for them.

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

I saw a faint green light shining on those terrifying wounds, and the flesh and blood were squirming quickly. It didn't take long for it to heal like this.

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

If there is no divine vine, these warriors are so badly wounded, whether they can survive can only depend on luck.

But now, their fatal wounds have healed in a very short time, which is a true miracle.

Those warriors were also very excited. They struggled to get up from the bamboo bed and thanked the divine rattan, and their belief in the divine rattan became stronger.