With this wave, the heaven and earth roared, and a series of ripples immediately appeared in the void between the arm and the nine people in Shihai. The nine people in Shihai were shocked, as if they were bombarded by a powerful force.
, the energy and blood in an individual collapsed, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from the pale complexion. He fell to the ground while rolling backwards. Although he was not dead, his whole body seemed to explode and he was unable to stand up.
"He's not dead yet? The weak bloodline of most of the Miaoman people cannot be underestimated. After all, you still have some inheritance of most of the Miaoman people in your bloodline..." The gloomy voice echoed in the room,
I don't know what method was used in the mist, which caused the roar of the strange beast to contain a trace of pain.
"A sealed roc, it's not difficult to get... This seal can limit most of your power, let me see how you resist!" There was a trace of joy in those gloomy words.
But at this moment, a low roar came from the distant sky.
"Thief, you are so brave to destroy my holy mountain!!" Following the voice came the now angry savage Jing Nan of the Fengzhen tribe. Behind him, followed a man with a beautiful face, but but
The woman in purple is as cold as ice. This woman has entered middle age, but her beauty has not diminished at all. At this moment, her eyes are sinister, containing the same anger and murderous intent.
After the two of them arrived, without any hesitation, they suddenly rushed into the crack and entered the majestic black mist of Fengzhen Mountain. Then, earth-shaking roaring sounds continued to be heard in the black mist, and even more
There were low roars coming from Jingnan.
Su Ming didn't know everything that happened in Fengzhen Mountain. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care. The most important thing for him now is to return to the tribe as quickly as possible.
He wanted to take a look at the tribe to see if... it was still there...
He wanted to see if his clansmen were...well...
After his nervousness, anxiety, and madness, he now turned into silence. He was running silently on this land and in the snow. A long time had passed since his grandfather left. The sky was still slightly bright. Su Ming knew that with that
With Wu Python's speed, Grandpa and the others might have returned to the tribe long ago.
"Be sure nothing happens..." Su Ming's body kept jumping on the ground, showing the strongest speed in his life.
His speed was so fast that at first glance he was still close, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the distance. He ran desperately, even ignoring his fatigue, and in order to speed up even faster, his body was filled with the feeling of 240.
Thirteen blood lines continued to explode, giving him more lasting power and making him faster.
When the sky was completely lit up, when the early sun raised its head and its rays of light fell on the earth, reflected by the snow on the ground in a dazzling silver light, Su Ming ran out of the large plain where the Fengzhen tribe was located and rushed into
In the dry jungle, he was close to the trading place where he had been.
This distance, if he had changed his previous speed, would have taken him most of a day to cover, but now, with his silence, it only took him less than two hours.
This speed was extremely fast and unbelievable, but Su Ming felt that it was still too slow!
He did not roar again, but in the silence, countless veins bulged on his legs, and he shuttled through the jungle, flashed by, jumped up, and used the strength to rush out again. In this constant
While running around, Su Ming was covered in sweat all over his body. Not only did his legs hurt, almost every part of his body was in pain at this moment.
Time passed little by little, and gradually, it was almost noon. The snow in the sky was no longer falling. The sky was cloudless and clear. But in the jungle on the ground, there was such a figure, running silently.
His sweat couldn't even flow down his skin before it was immediately left behind.
What supported Su Ming was persistence and perseverance. He was anxious about the tribe's comfort and worried about the life and death of his people. That indescribable feeling made him feel as if his body was empty. All that existed was his persistent running.
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The distance that originally required a whole night of continuous non-listening could be covered by Su Ming's speed, and at that noon time, Su Ming's eyes gradually began to move.
nervous.
He was getting closer and closer to the tribe, and the pounding sound of his heart echoed throughout his body, making his nervousness and anxiety several times stronger. He was afraid of seeing the collapse of the tribe, afraid of seeing the corpses on the ground.
He was afraid, but his speed did not slow down at all, and there was even more fierceness contained in his body.
When the outline of Wushan Department finally appeared in his eyes, Su Ming's body trembled violently and tears flowed down.
From a distance, the gate of the tribe collapsed, and the huge wooden fence around it was broken in many places, and thin black smoke was rising from it, indicating that it had obviously experienced a fire.
Within the tribe, it was not silent, but there were a large number of tribesmen, as if they were gathering.
Seeing that most of the clan members were fine, Su Ming's anxiety eased slightly, but what followed was a murderous intention, a raging murderous intention against the enemies who destroyed the Wushan tribe.
Su Ming swayed and headed straight for the tribe. Before he could get close, he was immediately seen by the hunting team of barbarians in the tribe. Each of these people suddenly looked wary, but when they saw Su Ming's appearance,
But they relaxed one by one, and the fatigue in their expressions was difficult to conceal.
With tears in his eyes, Su Ming returned to the tribe. He walked through the gate that was blown into pieces and walked into the tribe. He saw the fatigue of the hunting team members and saw dozens of corpses on the ground in the center of the tribe.
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Every one of those corpses was familiar to Su Ming. They were his tribesmen. Beside the corpses, someone was crying. They were their relatives. The cries echoed in the tribe, making Su Ming's heart sting.
Dripping blood.
He saw those ordinary tribesmen, now with sad expressions, showing fear and confusion, quickly packing their luggage and running towards the place where the tribe gathered.
He saw those little Lasu, whose childish little faces were filled with tears, fear and fear, and they were holding on to their mother's hand, as if once they let go, they would never be able to touch it again...
In the tribe, many animal skin tents have collapsed, the ground is very messy, and there are shocking blood stains everywhere. It is obvious that there was a war here not long ago.
As he watched, Su Ming held his hands tightly, and his eyes revealed hatred. It was a rare sight of hatred and killing in a boy who was less than seventeen years old!
Su Ming's tears kept flowing. He saw his neighbor's grandmother, who had been very kind to him since childhood, sitting blankly outside the ruined tent. There was no one around her... Her child was dead.
Now, her husband is dead...she is left, sitting there in a daze.
When Su Ming looked at it, he clearly felt the indescribable sadness.
"Black Mountain Tribe!!" Su Ming gritted his teeth. He saw Lei Chen, who looked exhausted. Among the crowd, he was helping the tribe to assemble and sort out some items that were very important to the tribe.
Lei Chen didn't notice Su Ming. At this moment, he was exhausted.
Su Ming also saw Wula, the girl who had always looked down upon him, but who had a faint admiration for Mo Su. She seemed to have grown up at this moment. She was carrying a big bow, and in the crowd, she was comforting in a low voice. Help them gather as quickly as possible.
There is also Chen Xin, who is also in the crowd. Her weak look looks pitiful, but the firmness in her eyes also means that she has grown up.
Su Ming did not see the clan leader, and he bowed his head. He did not see Shanhen and Beiling, and even some strong men at the seventh level of blood coagulation in the tribe were no longer here.
But Su Ming saw Grandpa.
Grandpa is in the distance, his face is pale, and his appearance seems to be too old. It seems that this night is like decades to him. At this moment, Grandpa is lowering his head to help a tribesman with a bloody left leg to heal. That tribesman was a barbarian, about 27 or 28 years old. Su Ming knew him. He was the willow flute who often played Xun music.
This man usually doesn't like to interact with others in the tribe. There is a bone object the size of a fist hanging on his waist. There are several small holes in it, which looks very strange.
This thing, Su Ming knew, was called a xun, and it was a musical instrument. Many people in the tribe could not play it, but this person seemed to have the talent. In the tribe, the sound of the xun could be heard from time to time.
Now, there is no pain visible on his face, only persistence and determination.
Su Ming shed tears and walked step by step. What he saw after returning to the tribe turned his anger into murderous intent. He wanted to fight for the tribe!
"Grandpa... don't worry about me. My legs are gone, but I can still fight... I..." As Su Ming approached, he heard the hoarse words of the tribesman who was healed by grandpa.
Grandpa's expression was dim, with a hint of sadness. After nodding lightly, he seemed to be aware of it, and raised his head to see Su Ming walking towards him.
The moment he saw Su Ming, grandpa was completely startled, his expression showing strong surprise and shock. He understood his seal, and he knew that no one could break it so quickly, but in front of him Su Ming, however, made him in a trance, as if he was in an illusion.
Grandpa, for the first time, showed such a look in front of Su Ming. He could not believe that Su Ming could break his seal and return to the tribe so quickly.
At this moment, not only Grandpa saw Su Ming, but Lei Chen also saw it. He opened his eyes wide with a look of disbelief. At the same time, Wula, who was not far away, also accidentally saw Su in front of Grandpa. Ming.
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There are still four days until Qiu Mo is released on the shelves. I saw many Taoist friends in the book review section mentioning that they have prepared monthly tickets. Every time I see these words, I feel like I am in a trance, as if I have returned to April last year.
Do you still remember April last year? Maybe it is a coincidence. This year, there are still 4 days left in April! But before that, please cast your recommendation vote. The recommendation votes in these four days are as valuable as the monthly votes!