This plain used to be called the Ocean of Trees Plains. The reason for that was because, from afar, it looked like an ocean. The tribes that lived here lived their lives in peace with the world.
Ever since the Bloody Kill Bandits arrived, they renamed the Forest Plain to the Bloody Kill Plain and treated the tribes here as their slaves, collecting herbs and iron ores for them every day.
Of course, if they encountered rogue cultivators, they would kill them without hesitation and plunder their Xumi Ring.
"Mo Fan, something bad has happened. The Bloody Kill Bandits are here."
At that moment, a skinny man flew over and landed at the entrance of the tribe, his face full of worry.
"What's going on? Didn't the Mokla Tribe hand over this year's resources? Why are they still coming to our tribe? "
The good-natured man's expression changed slightly. According to the rules of the past, when the Bloody Kill Bandits finished collecting resources, they would not come back to the tribe. They would take a large amount of resources and head to the outside world to exchange for other resources.
"Mo Fan, what do we do?"
The other man asked worriedly.
"Let's wait and see."
Mo Fan looked simple and honest. However, he was the smartest person in the Mokla Tribe. He had long wanted to escape the Bloody Kill Plain and see the outside world. Only by seeing the outside world would they be able to escape this fate.
"Friend, you should leave quickly. Remember not to be discovered by the bandits. Otherwise, you won't even have the chance to regenerate your flesh and blood. Their Blood Kill Bandits have a kind of killing method that can devour flesh and blood. Cultivators with low cultivation realms will find it hard to escape."
Warriors with lower levels will not be able to escape, "the muscular man said.
"Thanks for the reminder!"
Ye Mo cupped his hands and planned to leave. Killing intent surged in his heart. When he left, he did not mind killing all the bandits from the Bloody Kill Bandits.
He could tell that these tribesmen were very kind. Otherwise, they would not have been so kind as to remind him to leave.
"It's too late."
Mo Fan frowned and immediately said, "Friend, if you leave now, it's highly likely that the Bloody Kill Bandits will stumble into you. Come to our tribe. Mo Qian, find him some clothes from our tribe."
"What? Our tribe has a rule that non-tribal people cannot enter our Mokela Tribe. "
The thin man called Mo Qian said.
"Human lives are at stake now. We can't care so much anymore."
Mo Fan said.
"Alright!"
Mo Qian nodded. Without waiting for Ye Mo to speak, he dragged him into the tribe.
Tents were set up in the tribe, and the men and women inside were all busy separating medicinal ingredients and resources.
"Clansmen, the mounted bandits are here again. Everyone, be careful."
Mo Qian yelled, dragging Ye Mo into a tent and changing into the Mokra Tribe's clothes. Ye Mo couldn't refuse, so he could only change his clothes and act according to the situation.
"Wu wu wu wu wu!"
At that moment, shouts could be heard from afar. Mo Qian and Ye Mo walked out at the same time. At that moment, everyone in the tribe, big and small, young and old, came out to welcome them, not daring to show any neglect.
Following that, Ye Mo saw more than 10 people rushing in from the entrance of the tribe. They were all riding on Blood Kill Winged Horses. The horses were huge, and the Blood Kill Wings were like sharp blades that could cut through anything.
These people were all at the Seven Disasters Transcendence level. The middle-aged man in the lead had a scar on his face, and the Cloud of Suffering around him was unusually fierce, reaching the Eight Disasters level.
"Is this the Blood Kill Bandits? They aren't weak either. That man with the scar has gathered at least 500,000 streams of Suffering Power. "
Ye Mo squeezed into the crowd of people, and with a glance, he saw through all the strength of the bandits. These people were not even worth mentioning in front of him. He could kill them with a wave of his hand.
But now was not the time for him to make a move. He wanted to see why these bandits had come to the Mokra Tribe.
"Master, these bandits might know about the South Night City."
Little Qing couldn't help but remind Ye Mo.
"Yes!"
Ye Mo nodded, not saying anything.
"Master Ma Wu, didn't our tribe hand over our resources some time ago? Why are you still here? We really don't have any resources left. "
Mo Fan couldn't help but say.
Off to the side, the members of the tribe were also trembling with fear. They surrounded the area, their faces filled with terror, and none of them dared to say anything.
"Recently, our leader has been cultivating a Deity Technique that requires 100 unwed girls. Your Mokra Tribe can choose 10 unwed girls."
Ma Wu said calmly.
"What?"
Many people's expressions changed. Cultivating a Deity Technique that required 100 unwed girls? This was most likely some kind of evil Deity Technique that required living people as sacrifices.
Furthermore, 100 unwed girls were required at once.
"What? Is there a problem? "
Ma Wu said coldly, "Your Mokra Tribe should have a population of more than 10,000. Finding 10 unwed girls shouldn't be a problem, right? Of course, newborn girls will do as well. "
In an instant, the faces of everyone in the tribe turned ugly. They could accept handing over their resources, but handing over their people? That was something they couldn't do.
"You don't want to hand them over?"
Ma Wu frowned and took out a giant blood blade. The blood blade vibrated slightly, emitting a bloodthirsty aura. "Don't force us to attack. I can tell you that the Deity Technique our leader is cultivating is extremely powerful. Once he successfully cultivates it, his strength will increase by leaps and bounds. At that time, our Blood Kill Bandit Group will become even stronger. Only when we become stronger will you be able to live in peace. Do you understand?"
"Wah! Wah! Wah!"
Perhaps it was because the edge of the blood blade was too bloodthirsty, but a baby girl that had just been born was so frightened that she started to wail loudly. The expression of the beautiful woman who was hugging the baby girl slightly changed. She turned around and wanted to flee.
"You don't have to escape. Our Blood Kill Bandit Group will not force you. Ten people in exchange for the fate of your entire Mokra Tribe.
Make your choice, "Ma Wu said calmly.
"If we don't hand them over, are you really going to kill all of us? Don't you want us to help you gather resources? Without us, how many resources will you lose? "
Mo Fan couldn't help but ask.
"Hahaha, once our leader successfully cultivates a Deity Technique, he won't care about your resources."
Ma Wu laughed and said coldly, "I'll give you two choices. First, pick ten unwed girls for us. Second, I'll help you pick. Of course, the others will die."
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