Chapter 242: Refining the Void Feathers, the Death of the Barbarian King
The Moon-Watching Gorge collapsed with a loud bang, and along with its fall, the Linghuang Blood Moon Formation that contained endless power also vanished into thin air.

The entire Rift Valley seemed to have lost its soul in an instant, and the barbarian monks fell into unprecedented panic and chaos, like ants on a hot pot, and the whole place became a mess.

Such an earth-shaking change naturally shook the heart of King Liman.

He stood in front of the throne, his whole body trembling with anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Investigate! Investigate thoroughly! To be able to hit the formation with one strike, the human race must have grasped the precise coordinates of the formation. There must be a traitor in our race!"

Facing the anger of the Barbarian King, Manlie calmly said, "Lord Barbarian King, the most urgent thing now is to resist the invasion of the human army. They are already at the gates of the city and approaching the Rift Valley."

However, King Liman's order was unquestionable: "Defense matters will be handled by others. You, go and find out the truth immediately!"

Witnessing with his own eyes the powerful formation that he had spent so much effort to create, reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye, King Liman's rage reached its peak.

Man Lie knew that persuasion was useless, so he could only accept the order helplessly: "Okay. I'll go check it out right away."

He responded in a low voice, and when he turned around, his eyes swept across the old-looking Liman King, and then looked at the human army that was attacking aggressively from afar. He couldn't help but feel sad: "The Liman tribe, I'm afraid it's hard to escape the disaster."

After leaving, Manlie did not follow the rules to search for the so-called traitor, but took out a bloody head from the storage bag. The face was surprisingly similar to his, but the eyes were lifeless.

He smiled coldly and threw the head into the weeds on the side of the road: "King Liman, I, Manlie, will not be buried with you in your end!"

With a sneer, Manlie stretched out his body and rushed away like an arrow, aiming directly at the wild continent on the east side of the Rift Valley, where the Liman tribe’s base camp was located.

Halfway through the journey, Chen Fengshuo suddenly caught a glimpse of a short figure flying across the sky.

Judging from his body shape, he is very similar to Manlie.

He was startled and his first reaction was that his whereabouts had been discovered and Man Lie was here to hunt him down!

But the next moment, he saw a short figure high in the sky passing directly over the nearby area, as if he had not noticed him.

Or maybe you just don't care about him at all?
Chen Fengshuo was puzzled. At such a critical moment, Manlie actually returned alone. Could it be that he wanted to mobilize more troops from the barbarians?
However, as far as we can see now, the barbarians who can participate in the war are basically in the Rift Valley.

Except for a few monks guarding the base camp, there are no more soldiers available. Has the barbarian tribe reached its end?
Thinking of this, Chen Fengshuo quickened his pace and headed back to the barbarians.

The journey was long, and even though Chen Fengshuo tried his best, it still took him nearly two days to get back.

Without taking a rest, he quietly walked to the vicinity of the barbarian treasury. He was surprised to find that all the guards of the Barbarian King who had been guarding here were lying in a pool of blood.

Moreover, at this moment, the door of the treasure house was brightly open.

Chen Fengshuo glanced around in horror, but once again spotted a short figure from the distant sky in the east.

The barbaric and fierce tribe!
After connecting the before and after, Chen Fengshuo made a bold guess.

Time is running out, and the events here will probably not take long to attract other barbarian monks.

Chen Fengshuo made a prompt decision, gritted his teeth, and stepped in resolutely.

Before my eyes, most of the treasure house was empty.

Except for the treasures below the fifth level, all other sixth-level treasures were gone.

Of course, there were still quite a few martial arts secret manuals scattered on the bookshelf, both in paper and jade slips, but there were also quite a few portraits mixed in, including those of the Powerful Barbarian King and the Great Barbarian King.

Time was urgent, so no matter what the items were, Chen Fengshuo put them all into his storage bag.

Just after finishing the work, I heard a burst of hurried footsteps outside the treasure house door, and it sounded like there were quite a few people.

Chen Fengshuo's heart skipped a beat. If someone found out, he would probably be treated as the main culprit even if he was not. Yellow mud fell into his crotch, which was shit anyway. He had no way of defending himself.

Hearing the sound outside getting closer, he thought quickly and swallowed the storage bag in his hand in one gulp.

The storage bag of the barbarians imitates that of humans, but is only the size of a palm. However, the barbarians are taller and have wider esophagus, so although it is difficult to swallow a storage bag, they can still swallow it.

Then he raised a dagger that he had prepared long ago, gritted his teeth, and thrust it into his right chest, with nearly half of the sword blade piercing into his chest.

After doing all this, he lay straight on the ground and called out weakly: "Help! The Manliepan tribe is here!"

Just at this moment, a group of barbarians came in one after another.

The leader was Man Yan, who was nine feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. His skin was red as if cast from magma, and his muscles were knotted and knotted, as if every inch of him contained the terrifying power of a volcanic eruption.

As soon as he came in, he grabbed Chen Fengshuo and asked sternly, "What happened!"

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Chen Fengshuo's mouth, and he said with difficulty: "Man Manlie killed the guards and took away the treasure house. I stepped forward to stop him, but he went east after injuring me."

"Manlie? How could it be him?"

Man Yan was half-believing and half-doubting, he sneered, and reached out to touch the several storage bags hanging around Chen Fengshuo's waist.

After checking, they found a large number of materials and books related to formations, as well as some personal belongings, but did not find anything suspicious.

"Why do you carry so many formation materials with you?" Man Yan asked without missing any suspicious points.

Chen Fengshuo breathed heavily and said, "I am a formation master. I previously built the Linghuang Blood Moon Formation, which consumed a huge amount of resources. Naturally, I have a lot of materials on me."

"Then why are you here?"

"I am here"

Man Yan was in the interrogation room when he heard a tribe member outside the door shouting, "There's a survivor here!"

Hearing this, Man Yan immediately left Chen Fengshuo behind and ran out the door: "Who did it?"

The guard was heard gasping for breath and saying, "Man Man Lie!"

In the last moments of his life, he struggled to raise his hand and pointed to the east, and then as if he had exhausted all his strength, his arm fell limply.

"The two testimonies are almost identical."

Man Yan sighed softly, pointed at Man Shi and said, "Give him good medical treatment, don't let him die. If Lord Liman King asks, he will need his confession."

Hearing this, a stone in Chen Fengshuo's heart fell. No matter what, he finally managed to get away with this matter.

However, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time. As the person in charge of the formation, he is closely related to the destruction of the Linghuang Blood Moon Formation.

I'm afraid that in just this short period of time, someone has already suspected him.

There is no time to lose, we must find an opportunity to slip away!
In the Ten Thousand Swords Tower.

Chen An and Chu Fenglei used the Nine Nether Sword Formation to kill many barbarian cultivators of the Nascent Soul Realm, and almost wiped out all of the opponent's cultivators in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

For example, after Chen An destroyed the Nine Nether Sword Formation and helped Chen Fengshuo escape, he used the sword formation to kill the first barbarian who was rushing in the front!

Not long afterward, Man Qian also died under the sword evil of Chu Fenglei's formation.

When the two sides fought in Lingxiyuan, Manhuang was defeated by Chen An and was then rescued by Man Qian. The fight between the two was interrupted by Ao Ming before the winner was decided. Unexpectedly, the feud between the two sides was hastily settled today.

These two people have great potential. If left alone, they will become a threat in the future. It is a great pleasure to get rid of them today. However, Chen An does not feel too much joy at the moment. Instead, a trace of loneliness emerges in his heart.

He felt sorry that King Liman did not appear in this battle, otherwise, he would have killed him with one blow.

However, this person could escape the first day, but could not escape the fifteenth.

As long as he goes back and curses hard a few times, this person will surely die before long!
Pulling his thoughts back to reality, through the Eye Shadow Weaving Sky Formation, Chen An could clearly see that with his help, Ling Xuanxiao, Yun Yichen and others were unstoppable and had killed countless barbarians.

At this moment, the human race has broken through the barbarian defense line and regained the Rift Valley.

The Rift Valley was an important pass at the junction of the two tribes. It was really touching to have it recovered now. The Liman tribe was no longer a threat. As long as we defended this place well, it would not be so easy for the other side to attack again.

From afar, the defeated barbarians stopped struggling when they saw that the situation was hopeless.

Some barbarian monks gathered the remnants of their army and led the defeated soldiers to flee hastily towards the wild continent.

Chen An couldn't help but sigh, thinking about how majestic and glorious the barbarians were when they occupied the Rift Valley.

Unexpectedly, after just one or two years, the situation was reversed and the barbarians were defeated and fled, which was in stark contrast to the situation after they occupied the Rift Valley and pointed their swords at the Barbarian Burial Mountain with great momentum.

Most of the sword evil was consumed, and the human race won the victory. Chen An felt that there was no need to stay any longer, so he informed Chu Fenglei and was about to leave.

Chu Fenglei called out to Chen An, "Fellow Daoist Chen, wait a minute!"

"Do you have any further advice, Brother Chu?"

"Well, as for the credit, I plan to do it like last time. The credit goes to me and the benefits go to you. How do you think?"

Chu Fenglei did not beat around the bush and said bluntly: "Just tell me what you want. As long as it is within my ability, I can satisfy you."

"Anything is okay?"

"It's best not to exceed level six."

Chen An rolled his eyes and said, "What nonsense! Even if you are the adopted son of Emperor Jiang Ren, can you really give you a seventh-level treasure so easily?"
He pondered for a while and said, "I want four feathers of the life force of refining-level birds, with the four attributes of gold, water, fire, and earth. In addition, I also want six-level spiritual plants, and the number should be no less than five!"

The five-color divine light only lacks gold, water, and earth, but the red divine light was obtained by refining the divine feathers. If the power of the five feathers is inconsistent, it will be difficult to balance the five elements and achieve the true power of the five-color divine light.

Therefore, the Red Divine Light needs to be upgraded once.

Chu Fenglei did not agree to Chen An's condition directly, but thought carefully for a moment before responding: "I can only try my best to find the four feathers with different attributes you requested, but I remember seeing one with earth attribute before, so this one should be fine."

"As for other properties, it depends on luck. Moreover, each sixth-level spiritual plant is very rare and extremely valuable. It is a bit difficult for you to ask for five plants. How about three plants?"

Chen An chuckled in his heart. His bottom line was two plants, but he still tried hard: "Four plants!"

"No, just three!" Chu Fenglei did not give in at all.

Seeing his firm attitude, Chen An agreed. These treasures were beyond his expectations.

After discussing this matter, Chen An left the Wanjian Tower and went straight back to his family.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered King Liman, and then he naturally took out the Five Poisons Curse Soul Book.
Barbarians.

In the hall, in front of the throne.

King Liman stood alone, staring blankly towards the east with empty eyes.

Previously, Manlie had taken away the treasure house, leaving nothing behind, which had emptied out the wealth accumulated by the Liman tribe over the years.

In the past, he might have been extremely furious, and would not have been able to calm down unless he vented his anger on the jade bed at the back of the hall a dozen times.

But now the Meiling clan has been wiped out and Youlan is gone.

Not only did the human race take away the Rift Valley, but Manlie also emptied the treasure house. Most importantly, he himself was cursed so deeply that the curse had penetrated deep into his internal organs. Under the impact of multiple events, King Liman could no longer be angry.

At this moment, the right thing to do is to save your life, and everything else can be dealt with later.

Where there is life, there is hope!

"puff"

Suddenly, a mouthful of black blood spurted out, and King Liman felt dizzy. He lost his balance and fell back onto the throne.

"Useless thing, you can't even catch a remnant of the Charm Spirit Clan. Don't tell me you really want to watch me die!"

King Liman was so furious that he spurted out a mouthful of blood, which spilled on the ground in front of the throne.

Just as he was about to use his internal energy to suppress it, the power of the curse in his body surged up again, like waves, one stronger than the other.

As his breath gradually weakened, wisps of black mist emerged from his seven orifices, lingering around his body and taking a long time to dissipate.

King Liman sat on the throne, motionless, like a statue.
After an unknown amount of time, a voice of grief broke the silence among the barbarians: "The Lord Barbarian King has passed away!"

Suddenly, the entire Liman tribe wailed and cried bitterly, mourning the departure of the Liman King.

The Liman King was not only a powerful protector of the Liman tribe, but also their spiritual pillar. Now that he is gone, the entire tribe is doomed to decline in the future.

Of course, if Man Ying came back to take charge of the situation, the result might be different.

At this time, many barbarian monks had different thoughts and were planning to support Manying to take the throne in an attempt to get some official position.

But Chen Fengshuo was different. He didn't plan to stay here any longer as he had things to send back to the tribe.

Seeing that the barbarians were in chaos, he immediately slipped away quietly while no one was around. Of the thirty-six strategies, running away was the best.

After these days of recuperation, his injuries have almost healed. After all, he was injured by stabbing himself, so it is impossible for him to really kill himself.

After leaving the barbarian tribe, he ran wildly all the way, taking out talismans to send messages to the tribe while rushing on the road.

At the same time, he felt a little disappointed. After all, he didn't make any name for himself as an undercover agent, and he even failed to complete the main task, which was to find the martial arts method.

It would be a bit unsatisfactory to go back like this.

As I was thinking about my troubles, I hadn't run far when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. A mass of food that had been unable to be digested went straight out the back door.

Chen Fengshuo covered his buttocks and found a secluded place nearby, where there were some crackling sounds.

After feeling refreshed, he continued on his way with a relaxed look on his face.

When they were about to reach the border between Tianyuan Continent and Manghuang Continent, they saw a familiar figure appear in front of them. Chen Fengshuo's face lit up with joy and he ran away madly.

"You're here." Chen Sheng greeted Chen Fengshuo with a smile when he saw him.

"I am glad to see my relatives. Do you know how I have been living these past three years? I was in fear and trepidation every day, walking on thin ice." Chen Fengshuo threw himself into Chen Sheng's arms, crying and complaining about his suffering.

"Have you brought anything?"

"Here it is!"

"I have to tell you something. It's not even ten years yet, so you can't turn back into a human for now. You may have to continue hiding among the barbarians."

"what?"

Chen Fengshuo froze and said quietly, "Is there no way to change this broken technique back in time?"

Chen Sheng raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm afraid no one in the clan knows this technique better than you. Don't you know it yourself?"

"That's true."

There is no way. Since I can't turn back into a human immediately, I can't go back to Tianyuan Continent. Otherwise, I will be forced to punish the evildoers and I will have no place to cry.

After taking a reluctant look at Chen Sheng, Chen Fengshuo returned to the barbarian tribe silently.

Before returning to the barbarians, he quietly took out a drop of blood, and after absorbing it, he changed into a completely unfamiliar appearance.

(End of this chapter)