Chapter 291 A Powerful Enemy Is Coming, the Whole Clan Is Fighting!

Tianfeng tribe, ancestral temple!

Whoosh~

When Feng Yuan and Feng Changqing arrived in the spirit boat, they looked up and saw that the entire ancestral temple was already full of mourning. Many tribesmen gathered together, each with a look of grief on their faces.

In the center of the hall of the ancestral temple, there was a coffin...

At this moment!

Everyone looked extremely heavy!

Feng Zhentian, the leader of the Tianfeng tribe, led many tribesmen to kneel respectfully in front of the mourning hall. There was no noise at the scene.

Silence!

In addition.

On both sides of the mourning hall, there was an old man with a deep aura sitting on each side. They were the only two remaining ancestors of the Tianfeng tribe in the God Wheel Realm.

But!

At this time, the two ancestors became silent. They stared quietly at the coffin in the center of the ancestral temple, with helplessness and sighs flowing in their old eyes.

But more of it is worry...

Although the Tianfeng tribe is a large tribe with nearly 100,000 people, both in strength and in the Lei Ze area, there are more than one powerful tribe.

In addition to the Tianfeng tribe, there are also large tribes such as the Chiyue tribe, the Cangming tribe, and the Xuanniao tribe in Lei Ze, and the strength of these tribes is not weaker than that of the Tianfeng tribe.

Moreover!

For a long time, in order to compete for various resources in Lei Ze, the struggle between the tribes has been very fierce.

Even.

To the point of being incompatible with water and fire!

In particular, the Chiyue tribe bordering the Tianfeng tribe has become a mortal enemy after tens of thousands of years of fighting, and both want to destroy each other.

However, since the strength of the Tianfeng tribe and the Chiyue tribe is not much different, even if the two sides have fought for tens of thousands of years, they still have not destroyed each other.

However, this balance is about to be broken...

Because!

For nearly a thousand years, the younger generation of the Tianfeng tribe has been in a period of transition. In terms of their own talent and strength, they are not as good as before, and are even inferior to the Red Moon Tribe.

Gradually.

The Tianfeng tribe has shown a trend of decline. According to this situation, sooner or later the Tianfeng tribe will be annexed by the Red Moon Tribe...

Now, with the death of Feng Qingyun, the survival pressure of the Tianfeng tribe will become extremely huge.

There are only two ancestors in the God Wheel Realm left, and I am afraid it will be difficult to support the tribe...

The more I think about it!

The worries in the eyes of the two ancestors Feng Qinglei and Feng Qingming are more intense.

...

"Zhentian, are all the tribesmen here?"

There was a long silence.

Feng Qinglei, who was sitting on the left side of the mourning hall, asked Feng Zhentian below.

Hearing this!

Feng Zhentian turned around and glanced at the direct descendants inside and outside the ancestral temple, and nodded.

"Ancestor, everyone is basically here."

"Hmm~"

"In that case, let's follow the tradition of our Tianfeng tribe and hold a memorial ceremony for Ancestor Qingyun to send him off for the last time..."

Feng Qinglei ordered calmly.

"Yes!"

"Ancestor has ordered that the memorial ceremony begin, and the tribe members should pay homage~"

Woo woo woo~

As Feng Zhentian's voice fell, a low and solemn horn sounded outside the ancestral temple, and then all the tribe members in the ancestral temple began to kneel down and pay homage according to the traditional rituals of the tribe.

Feng Changqing is also a direct descendant of the tribe!

However.

Because he has no cultivation, he was arranged at the end of the crowd.

At this time!

He was also following the people in the ancestral temple, paying homage to Ancestor Qingyun with a pious attitude; however, compared to other people, he looked at the coffin in the ancestral temple, but a strange thought arose in his mind.

In his heart, he was eager to do something...

"Now, I only need one last corpse of the God Wheel Realm, and then I can invite the messenger of heaven, Dongfang Bubai, to solve the problem of my body for me and embark on the road of cultivation."

"At present, the Qingyun Patriarch has unfortunately died. He was also a strong man in the God Wheel Realm. If his corpse..."

Feng Changqing stared at the coffin in the mourning hall with his eyes.

Gradually.

He showed a desire in his eyes...

"No, that was the ancestor who made countless contributions to the tribe and defended the tribe for his whole life. Now he is dead. If I take his corpse and give it to others, it would be worse than an animal."

"I can't do this!"

"But the ancestor is already dead. If I can change my life and destiny with his corpse, it can also be regarded as seeking welfare for future generations..."

"Only one corpse is needed to change my destiny, and there is a ready-made one in front of me..."

...

In Feng Changqing's heart, there was a struggle between heaven and man!

He stared at Feng Qingyun's coffin, and there seemed to be two voices in his ears that kept bothering him, making him fall into deep entanglement.

On the one hand, there were moral constraints, and on the other hand, there was cruel fate. He felt that he could not make a choice.

Boom!

Just as he was struggling frantically in his heart, suddenly, two loud noises that shook the world came from the distant sky.

Then.

Amid the fear and shrill screams of many tribesmen, a terrifying hand with extraordinary strength, wrapped in a monstrous force, fell fiercely into the tribe.

Bang!

A punch fell, directly punching through the entire Tianfeng City.

All the buildings and tribesmen along the way were destroyed...

Seeing this scene!

Everyone in the ancestral temple was shocked!

"Ancestor, something bad has happened. The people of the Red Moon Tribe are coming..."

At this time.

A tribesman came to the ancestral temple in panic and reported.

What?

The Red Moon Tribe is coming?

Ssss~

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was worshiping Feng Qingyun in the mourning hall immediately stood up and took out their weapons as quickly as possible.

Even the two ancestors Feng Qinglei and Feng Qingming stood up suddenly.

With cold and sharp eyes, he looked at the void outside the tribe...

Then.

The two walked out of the ancestral temple together.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

...

At this moment, accompanied by three brilliant rainbow lights descending, three imposing old men appeared in Tianfeng City.

"Hiss~"

"That's... the three God Wheel Realm ancestors of the Red Moon Tribe? They are all out?"

"Damn bastards, taking advantage of the fire!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight with the Red Moon Tribe..."

"I won't stop until my blood runs dry!"

...

While everyone was shocked, a terrifying fighting spirit broke out from them.

"Everyone, follow me to meet the enemy!"

"Kill these bastards of the Red Moon Tribe and drive them out..."

Feng Qinglei roared loudly.

After that.

He immediately waved his hand and took out an ancient green sword, and rushed towards the ancestor of the Red Moon Tribe with great momentum.

"Kill!"

"My sons, please strengthen my Tianfeng Tribe!"

Feng Qingming also roared.

Then.

He also took out an ancient sword and went to meet the ancestor of the Red Moon Tribe.

The Tianfeng Tribe and the Red Moon Tribe have long been enemies of life and death. They have experienced scenes like this countless times.

Therefore!

When the three ancestors of the Red Moon Tribe came with the tribe's strong men, they did not hesitate or fear at all, and directly picked up their weapons and killed them.

Either kill the other party or be killed by the other party!

To die for the tribe is the highest honor.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

...

There was no nonsense between the two sides, and it was a battle of the whole tribe.

After the two ancestors Feng Qinglei and Feng Qingming, the leader Feng Zhentian also led the tribe's capable tribesmen to join the battle.

This sudden scene made Feng Changqing clench his fists...

"Changqing, you have no cultivation, don't run around."

"Just stay in the ancestral temple, keep vigil for the spirit of the Qingyun ancestor, and wait for our victory..."

Just when he was stunned, Feng Yuan came in front of him and said in a deep voice.

"Brother, be careful!"

"Don't worry, I will be fine~"

The voice fell.

Feng Yuan took a step and left the ancestral temple. He appeared outside the tribe and fought wildly with the Chiyue tribe.

In a blink of an eye!

In the majestic and solemn ancestral temple, all the tribesmen who could fight had gone to the battlefield to kill the enemy, leaving Feng Changqing alone, standing there alone.

The only one who accompanied him was the dead ancestor Feng Qingyun...