Chapter 149 You have come to this day too.

Chen Hong had just entered the Zhuifeng tribe and died before the tribe had time to find a pill master for him.

The wounds on his body were somewhat complicated, and it was obvious that they injured different people. And most importantly, it didn't seem like they were caused by the Divine God Clan.

This is what makes the Wind Chasers feel uneasy—

They tried to contact Feng Yuan, but to no avail. It seemed that everyone except Chen Hong had lost contact and disappeared, with no news of them.

Chen Hong came back seriously injured again, without providing any useful clues. What's more, his injuries had nothing to do with the spiritual power of the Bu Shen tribe. So, at whose hands did they die?

Also, what about the Divine Divination Clan? What is their current situation?

These questions seemed to be answered by the little girl alone, so naturally, the high-ranking members of the Wind Chasing Clan gathered together to ask Mo Jiuwei, trying to get some clues from her.

Then...

Everyone who was completely unprepared for her was caught off guard by the Black God.

The first person that Mo Jiuwei attacked was the Wind Chasing Clan leader who was in the Return to Void Stage. He was also the person with the highest cultivation level in the Wind Chasing Clan. The others were one or two levels lower than him.

"Little girl, tell us where you met that person and who was there when you met him?"

When he asked the question, Mo Jiuwei seemed to be timid and lowered her head. Even though Chief Zhuifeng tried hard to bend down to look at her, he could only see her forehead.

As soon as Mo Jiuwei raised his head, his whole body stiffened instantly and fell down silently.

The main feature of the attack of the Black God Spirit Fire was suddenness. Even if one saw Mo Jiuwei's eyes suddenly turn black, it would be difficult to react, let alone her suddenly looking up and looking at him.

Therefore, Chief Zhuifeng was completely unprepared. The moment they looked at each other, he only felt as if a very long and sharp needle was stabbing straight at him.

There was a sharp pain in his head, which came and went quickly, because soon he could no longer feel anything.

"Patriarch?"

"What's going on!"

Everyone else was sitting on chairs, with only a deputy standing very close to the clan leader, but Mo Jiuwei's angle was very tricky, and no one except the clan leader himself noticed the change in her eyes.

Well, who would be on guard against a one-year-old child who can't even walk steadily?

"How could this happen! The clan leader..."

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's dead!"

The others ran over in a panic to check what was going on. A sturdy man saw this and became furious. He pushed Mo Jiuwei to the ground without saying anything and drew his sword to put it on her neck. "Tell me, what did you do? Why did the clan leader suddenly die?"

There was fear and confusion about the unknown in his voice.

That's the clan leader. He has been in office for three hundred years. Before that, he was also a master who had made countless contributions and had many brilliant achievements!

About a thousand years ago, the Wind Chasing Clan was just like the Divining Clan and other clans. They only cared about their own people and didn't care about people or things outside.

But if there is no war and expansion, development will be too slow.

Therefore, in order to get richer and to make the Wind Chasing Clan the number one among the clans, the Wind Chasing Clan has been setting its sights on others for the past thousand years.

They plundered and looted, and all the clans that did not listen to them became lambs in their mouths.

They would take away other people's good things for their own use. They would first coerce and bribe other people's masters into submission, and if that failed, they would simply kill them all to avoid them becoming enemies in the future.

This method is somewhat bloody, and there are some voices of opposition in the tribe. However, after nearly a thousand years of subtle influence, 70% of the tribe members have become accustomed to and accepted it, and only a small number of people still disagree.

Those who disagreed were of course marginalized. They could not hold positions in the tribe, and no good resources in the tribe would be distributed to them. Even their homes were moved to more desolate places.

It can be said that all those who hold a position in the Wind Chasing Tribe have countless blood on their hands, and the more people they kill and the more merits they make, the higher their position will be.

For example, Feng Yuan was being trained as a candidate for the next clan leader, and there were many other talented people like him in the Wind Chasing Clan.

Under this competitive strategy that only recognizes military achievements and whoever has the stronger fist will be promoted to a higher position, and those who are not as good as him will be demoted, the combat power of the Wind Chasing Clan is indeed among the best in the clan.

But at the same time, the tribesmen are only selfish, and everyone wants to kill the one in front of them so that they can take the top position, so the relationship between the tribesmen seems a little cold and tense.

Although the patriarch died, these people were not actually sad. Instead, they were happy that they had a chance.

But the question is, why did the tribe leader die? How did he get tricked?

Does this mean that the Wind Chasing Tribe has a strong opponent?

This is what they are really worried about!

Mo Jiuwei fell to the ground, looking at them expressionlessly.

She saw all the hypocritical expressions of these people, and she just found them ridiculous.

When the Bu Shen tribe faced danger, all members of the tribe faced it together. No one slacked off, and they were truly united as one.

What would happen if the Wind Chasers encountered the same danger?

Would Ling Qing choose to surrender immediately after being recruited, and then watch his tribesmen die before their eyes?

That's really boring.

Mo Jiuwei stretched out her hand, "Pull me up."

She stretched out both hands at the same time, her expressionless face looking as if she was frightened, and did not arouse their suspicion at all.

"Okay, I'll pull you right away—"

Two men, one on the left and one on the right, reached out to pull her, but as soon as they touched her hands, they felt a sharp pain, which then began to burn from their sleeves and spread throughout their bodies at an extremely fast speed.

At this time, everyone was standing around Mo Jiuwei and the dead clan leader. Everyone was very close to each other, so when the fire started, everyone didn't even have time to react before they were already contaminated by the flames.

"Fire, it's fire!"

"How can it be black? How can there be black fire?"

"Spiritual fire, this must be a spiritual fire——"

Sounds of fear, cursing, crying, and screaming...

Mo Jiuwei stayed alone on the right side of the hall, watching these people being engulfed by the flames, howling and rolling in pain.

Then, the Immortal Palace was released.

When the people from the Xianlai Sect and the Bu Shen Clan came out unexpectedly, they saw this horrifying scene, but they did not feel any pain, they could only feel relieved.

The members of the Divine God tribe recognized who they were at once. When they saw the culprits who had murdered their loved ones, their eyes almost burst into flames, but they had a relieved smile on their faces.

"The Wind Chasing Clan... Du Ya, Shen Ya, Xue Qingzi... you have also come to this day!"

"Si Niang, look, your revenge has been taken, it has been taken!"

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Mo Jiuwei deliberately controlled the burning speed of the spiritual fire in order to make these people feel more pain.