In the land of the Wu Clan, the sky is vast. On the edge of the land of the Wu Clan, which is not far from the Tianlan Barrier, the ground is covered with blood. The wind blowing from the sky and the earth is still unable to dissipate the smell of blood here.
A golden roc with a size of thousands of feet was floating in the sky. Around it, hundreds of ferocious beasts were lying down, not daring to move, as if waiting for the golden roc's orders.
Jinpeng closed his eyes, and on his back, there was an old man with his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged. His purple clothes looked like they were stained with dried blood in the wind.
Tian Xiezi has been waiting here for a day and a half, and he will wait another day and a half for the return of his fourth disciple, Su Ming.
This was a trial and a test for Su Ming.
"No matter whether you have passed the first change of heart or not, you are still my disciple. As long as you live, one day you will have the opportunity to go through the change of heart.
But... in Tianlan's witch hunt, the living often go and the dead return..." Tian Xiezi murmured and opened his eyes.
"I'm not worried about your change of heart. Although I don't know what happened to you in the past, this is the first time your heart has changed. I have confidence in you...especially after seeing him make a fuss once. In your heart, I should
There was relief.
What I'm worried about is that...even though you have a ruthless character, you don't belong to Nanchen, you don't understand the hatred of the Wu clan enough, and you will be a little...soft-hearted." Tian Xiezi's eyes no longer have ferocity, but are filled with one.
calm.
Looking into the distance, watching silently.
If you follow Tian Xiezi's gaze and extend endlessly, a day and a half away from here, there is a small mountain in the endless jungle.
Su Ming stood on the hill. He did not look back at the young man behind him not far away from the mountain. This young man was like a second- or third-level blood clotting child in his tribe. Although he was also a witch tribe, Su Ming could not be cruel.
In the silence, Su Ming felt severe pain in his chest, and blood was still seeping out. The stabbing of the armor knife caused some injuries to Su Ming.
If he hadn't avoided it in the first place, this knife would have penetrated his heart.
Taking out the armor knife, Su Ming raised his left hand while leaving the hill, pointing towards the pale boy who seemed to have just woken up from the panic. He turned around and ran away quickly.
A wisp of finger wind howled and instantly caught up with the running young man. The moment it landed on him, it suddenly split into two parts, one rushed diagonally towards the big tree on the side, and one opened its mouth wide.
Just now, without any notice, a green poisonous snake rushed out. The head of the poisonous snake exploded and fell to the ground.
Another gust of finger wind fell on the young man. The young man's body trembled, he fell to the ground, closed his eyes and passed out.
This kind of manipulation that splits the wind in the fingers can only be achieved by paying close attention to detail, and Su Ming's attention to detail has reached an extremely delicate level.
"I don't have to kill you, but I can't let you go back and expose my whereabouts." Su Ming swayed, left the hill, and ran straight towards the original road.
This pursuit took more than a day. After this moment, Su Ming did not rest where he was. Instead, he used the fastest speed to go back within three days according to the three days limit mentioned by his master.
In this strange land, in this dangerous Wu Clan, Su Ming was extremely cautious. He knew that the young man should be killed, but he... still chose to make him unconscious.
As Su Ming walked away, after half a stick of incense, the young man suddenly trembled, as if a strange power came out of thin air, causing him to wake up early!
The young man opened his eyes suddenly. He touched his body first and found that he was not injured. Then he saw the headless snake beside him. He had a brief meal.
But the brief moment of this meal soon dissipated. The young man looked at the hill. His immature face was no longer dull, but was replaced by a sense of ferocity and hatred.
He quickly got up, used all his speed, and ran quickly towards the place where his tribe was. He ran without stopping at all. While running, he bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood. He closed his eyes and quickly
When he opened it, the blood he spurted out immediately turned into a bloody bird.
The little bird flapped its wings, flew straight into the distance at an astonishing speed, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Half an hour later, not very far from here, the trees in the jungle were cut down and built into a stockade. The mud on the ground was filled in and solidified. Even in the distance, there was a large area of land with a lot of plantings.
It looks like something that can be eaten.
In the village, bursts of laughter and laughter could be heard. From time to time, some big men from the Wu clan could be seen around, patrolling with thorny faces and alert expressions. However, when they saw the red birds suddenly flying from the jungle, they were all stunned.
His expression immediately changed.
The red bird went straight to the stockade, rushed into it instantly, and got into a house in the stockade.
There was an old man sitting cross-legged in the house. The old man was half naked and wrapped in animal skins around his waist. There was a small cauldron in front of him. There were some weeds burning inside, emitting bursts of tobacco. Those tobacco
As the old man closed his eyes and breathed, it was sucked into his seven orifices, and then emitted from the sweat pores all over his body, forming a twisted hazy feeling.
Behind him, there were two girls from the Witch Clan, who were very beautiful. They were kneeling beside him, holding fans made of large leaves in their hands, fanning them gently.
The wind blown out by the fan was very light and could not blow the fluttering tobacco, and the whole room was silent.
But when the red bird suddenly rushed in, the old man suddenly opened his eyes. In one of his eyes, there were four pupils!
The moment the old man opened his eyes, the red bird immediately flew over and landed in front of him. It turned into a blood mist with a bang and was sucked into the seven orifices of the old man. His eyes immediately flashed, as if
A picture appeared in front of him out of thin air, allowing him to see everything clearly.
"Barbarians..." A cruel and bloodthirsty smile appeared on the old man's face, and he licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue. As soon as his tongue came out, if any barbarian saw it, he would be shocked. The length of this old man's tongue is so great
He is obviously more than an ordinary person. He is like a snake and can lick his hair.
With that bloodthirsty and ferocious smile, the old man stood up, walked out of the house where he was, stretched out his arms, and let out a low roar toward his tribe.
Amid his roar, the entire tribe immediately fell silent, and everyone stared at the old man.
"Did you smell it?!"
The old man's words were hoarse, but there was a sense of gloominess in them.
"That smell is the smell of barbarians. That smell is the sweetness of barbarian blood... There are barbarians in the jungle where our lizard god lives. He stepped on our land and killed the warriors of the witch tribe!
He disturbed the lizard god in the jungle!
Kill him, take off his head, hang it outside our tribe, dig out his heart, and squeeze out the blood from his heart. That is a blood drink that belongs only to the strong!
Kill him and put his teeth on our necks as our trophies!" Following the old man's words, after a brief silence, the entire tribe started roaring wildly.
That roar came from every sorcerer in this tribe, and even from the faces of those children, those women, and those old people, you could see a ferocity revealed.
The old man took a step forward and turned into a rainbow and rushed out of the tribe. Behind him, there were nearly twenty figures speeding behind him, heading straight into the jungle outside the village and leaving quickly.
After they left the village, they split into two groups. The old man led a few people and headed straight for the sky. The rest were searching for clues in the jungle according to the search techniques passed down from their ancestors.
Su Ming shuttled through the jungle. His speed was very fast, and he did not stop at all along the way. The blood in his chest was no longer seeping, but the pain in his chest became more and more serious as he ran so fast.
Su Ming once considered flying, but he gave up the idea as soon as it occurred. If he flew for a day and a half, he would inevitably encounter people from the Wu Clan. In this strange land of the Wu Clan, this approach would
It was unwise for him at this moment.
Compared with the sky, this jungle is more suitable for Su Ming's walking.
While galloping, time passed slowly. When night fell the next day, Su Ming sat cross-legged on a big tree, breathing calmly.
"Based on the distance, we can return to Master tomorrow night..." Su Ming touched his chest and his right eye turned red. He had not suffered such an injury for a long time. This trip to the Witch Clan
, Su Ming saw the strangeness of the Witch Clan.
For him, this can be said to be of great help in the Tianlan Witch Hunting War in the next few months, because such an experience of hunting witches alone in the land of the witch clan is not something that everyone can experience.
have.
Breathing the air belonging to the witch clan in the jungle, Su Ming's depressing feeling when he first came to this land seemed to dissipate a lot.
"I didn't expect...Master actually owns the Holy Beast of the Witch Clan! Although I don't know what the Holy Beast is, with just one roar, this beast can make the psychic collapse, causing the death of Si Chen and serious injuries.
Let all other witch clans around die.
This kind of power..." Su Ming took a deep breath and thought of another such holy beast that he had seen before!
The sea of clouds in that memory rolled and swirled like black mist, filling the area for thousands of miles with an extremely huge autumn fish.
There is also the figure of a girl standing on the autumn fish.
"Uncle Bai...can actually fight with such a holy beast?!" Su Ming was shocked. As he learned more and more, he now had new guesses about Uncle Bai's cultivation.
Just when Su Ming was immersed in thinking about his master and Uncle Bai, and was immersed in the powerful shock of the Holy Beast of the Witch Clan, his eyes suddenly became serious, and there was a flash of blood in his right eye, and his whole body felt like
With the bow string stretched straight, he stepped out of the cross-legged tree in an instant.
In Su Ming's consciousness, he clearly saw that within three hundred feet of him, there were more than a dozen figures of the Wu clan, with ferocious cruelty and excited bloodthirsty, surrounding him.
The momentum is coming at a rapid pace.
The moment he saw these people from the Wu Clan, the first image that came to Su Ming's mind was that of the young man who was knocked unconscious by the wind with his finger! (To be continued)