The Great Wild God Chapter 29: Wolf disaster

　　

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When the wolves galloped past, Chen Xun got out of the snow, covered with traces of trampling by the wolves, and went south.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun will be scattered on the ice and snow. Chen Xun will pass through a dense forest swept by wolves. A lone mountain rises above the ice sheet, and the strong blood on the top of the mountain will rush towards the clouds for a long time. .

The Lonely Mountain is only three to four hundred meters high, and it is surrounded by seven or eight miles.

When entering the Huze Snow Plains north, Chen Xun walked around and knew that on this solitary mountain, there was a tribe with a population of more than 1,000 living in groups.

Looking at the traces of trampling by the wolves, Chen Xun was really worried about the tribe in this lone mountain.

He touched it while it was dark, and from a distance, he saw that the stockade halfway up the mountain was broken. Watching the huge trees in the valley broke to the ground, the ice and snow were stained dark brown, showing the fierce battle between the tribe and the wolves.

The wolves have long been missing. The gaped wall is full of broken limbs and broken bones. The bitten heads are rolling all over the valley. The flesh and blood and the brain in the skull have been called early. Eat it all...

There are also several skinny wolves who are like old wolves abandoned by the wolves, gnawing on these dead limbs and bones outside the wall.

The sound of wolf teeth gnawing on human bones, like a whetstone file on the bone.

Looking at all this in front of him, Chen Xun's blood was almost frozen.

I couldn't tell whether it was anger, sorrow, or fright. I only felt that there was silence above the soul, the golden soul sea turned into a desert of thousands of miles, no grass, and the hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.

The old wolves found the living people coming from outside the valley, their eyes flashed, their teeth showing fierce flames, and they whimpered in a low voice. In the next instant, they were divided into three groups, and they came along the ridge toward Chen Xun.

These green wolves seem to be old and disabled, but they jump and rush like flying among the rocks.

The old wolf headed by the head is huge, with a thin, sunken bald back, like a flaring giant bow. When it jumps down from the boulder, the back suddenly opens, and it accelerates in the air. Ying came straight into Chen Xun's throat.

The wolf's teeth dripping with human blood bit his throat, and Chen Xun's angry, sad, and frightened withered spirit violently burst out of the flames and smashed into the corpses, calling him blood all over his body. All boiled at this instant.

The spirit of the wild soul instantly became apparent, and then instantly turned into countless black ghosts, and then disappeared. Chen Xun suddenly turned into a bottle of nine ghosts burning with black ghosts, standing between heaven and earth.

The green wolf seemed to be called the invisible hand grabbing the throat, and the skinny wolf body couldn't make any further measures, and it stopped in mid-air for a few moments.

The long knife in Chen Xun's hand was unsheathed and turned into a black sword energy, splitting the green wolf in half from head to tail.

The hot wolf blood sprayed Chen Xun's face all over.

The extremely fierce aura that Chen Xun instantly revealed, called the other blue wolves outflanked to stop in horror, and whimpered and rushed out of the mountain.

Chen Xun stretched out his hand to wipe off the wolf blood on his face, stood under the rock, retracted the knife, took out the bronze vial from his arms, and swallowed a mouthful of the vitality-gathering ointment to restore the blood that was almost drained.

Walking into the stockade, Chen Xun found more than a thousand people, almost all of them lying near the wall in the north.

Some old, weak and sick bones are scattered in the stockade, and they don’t look like they are eaten.

In the stone hall located in the center of the stockade, the paving stone slabs were shattered, revealing the dark and deep cellar, and the inside is even more terrible.

In the cellar, there are mutilated limbs and broken bones everywhere, and plasma is sprayed everywhere, and there is almost no place to stand.

Looking at the skull bones that were eaten so much that they were so small, you can also know that when the wolves came, all the children hiding in the cellar were the young children in this village, but none Can be lucky...

Chen Xun doesn't know what to do at this time.

Even if the barbaric is brave and is trapped among thousands of blue wolves, it will be difficult for him to complete his body.

Don't say he can't catch up with the wolves now, even if he can rush back to the black python in time, what can he do to face the raging wolves?

Maybe this is the cruelest and truest aspect of the wasteland.

Chen Xun picked up the fragments and broken bones scattered on the stockade wall and the stockade and piled them into the valley below. He took out the firewood stored in the stockade for the winter and piled them on the bones to set them alight.

The whimpering mountain wind sounded like countless souls crying in the dark night; the blood above the valley became more and more concentrated, and the extreme cold of the night pierced the skin.

Even though standing in front of the fire, Chen Xun felt that his blood was frozen into ice.

The fire grew stronger, and soon it burned. Chen Xun suddenly discovered a beautiful figure standing on the cliff to the east.

Although it is more than a thousand meters apart, the fire is blazing in the valley at this time, shining through the cliff.

The man was wrapped in heavy white clothes, with long hair in a bun, and a black gold unsheathed sword on his back. A blade higher than his shoulder, scatters the cold light and pierces the muscles and bones.

The man's face is not real, but the soft cheeks and jaws can tell that he is a young and beautiful girl.

Even if they are more than a thousand meters away, the person's eyes are like stars twinkling in the dark night, giving Chen Xun an unusually clear feeling, suppressing the cold light of that divine sword.

Chen Xun didn't know that the man was standing on the cliff, and he looked here for a long time.

The girl saw Chen Xun found out, turned around and went down the cliff. In the thick and ink-like night, the girl turned into a cyan rainbow, swept away at an alarming speed, and soon disappeared into the night.

In the past, Chen Xun was in awe of the strong man who had entered the realm of Heavenly Barbarism, but at this time, he just glanced at the direction where the girl disappeared, and fell into contemplation again.

The physical appearance of the man soul is the foundation of the man martial arts training. It can not only draw the spirit from the blood, temper the muscles, bones, skin and flesh, but also come out through the body, with great power.

It's just that the spirit of the spirit in the body must have the hidden Taoism, the body's wishful harmony, or the brutal spirit combat skills that enter the micro-level realm, in order to emerge through the body, forming a powerful brutal soul warfare. Wu.

This is the true ultimate move and intrepidity of Wu Mang's millennium heritage.

Chen Xun has not practiced the savage soul martial arts like a long sword, but think about the moment when he was in the valley, the old thin green wolf pounced and swung the knife to cut out the black evil flower, and Indeed, a huge amount of savage soul Shenhua will be able to split the blue wolf whose bones are as hard as the iron, and hack away the rest of the old wolves.

Chen Xun thought about it carefully. It was really that he had unconsciously integrated the fourth force of the Dapeng Secret Fist into the long knife he had cleaved.

Otherwise, Chen Xun and the old wolves will have a hard fight.

Does it mean that the five powers of the Dapeng Secret Fist can be integrated with the sword skills to form a martial sword?

Does it mean that the five modes of the Dapeng Secret Boxing that seem superficial and easy to learn are actually the foundation of all martial arts?

Chen Xun stood in the valley, facing the burning corpses of Manzhai, thinking hard all night.

In the early morning, the snow drifted like catkins, and Chen Xun was half of his body buried under the snow, and his blood was almost frozen.

Looking at the deserted red sun rising in the east, he stood up long, walked out of the snow, straightened his bow, and then went down the mountain to the northern snowy field.

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Under the cold wave, a large herd of animals moved south.

Thousands and tens of thousands of green wolves like this, moving in groups, is basically which tribe in the northern mountain of Mangyaling can resist it alone.

Even if there are one or two Celestial Guardians in the stockade who have been promoted to the womb-returning realm, if the herd is justified, it will be difficult to escape the ruin of the stockade.

Whether Wu Mang can survive this cold wave, whether it can escape this disaster, to put it bluntly, can only depend on the fate of the fate.

At this time, staying in the Huze Snow Plains was not necessarily more dangerous than returning to the black python, Chen Xun decided to continue northward under the biting cold wind, to the extremely cold snow and ice plains, and accept that the world is stronger. Qi tempering.

Only stronger and stronger can you protect everything you want to protect.

In this way, Chen Xun decided to go north.

He drove his way during the day, carefully avoiding the herd of animals going south, and the ferocious beasts that might run out of the primeval forest at any time for food. He also had to explore the terrain, dig out the ice and snow, and look for the ones that grew in the depths of the lake. Elixir.

At night, he was in deep snow, digging and hiding in snow caves, refining medicine, cultivating wild soul, further tempering his muscles, bones and flesh, and constantly hammering and practicing sword and fist combat skills.

Chen Xun did not go north fast. He only walked thirty or fifty miles a day, but after two months, he went deep into the Huze Plain for more than two thousand miles, and once again saw a huge mountain, Hengdan in the Huze Snow Plain. Above, it is endless.

It turned out to be Xi Jun!

It is different from the intermittently distributed solitary mountain peaks in Huze District. The Xiling Mountains stretch for thousands of miles and are no less steep than the Mangya Ridge. The ridges of the heavy peaks are like gun blades. Covered, it is a world of ice and snow from a distance, without vegetation, cliffs and rocks.

At this time, when the cold wave was at its peak, Chen Xun looked up and could see the azure cloud and cold current passing between the stern peaks.

There are a few dark shadows on the top of Xiling Mountain, circling in the cold wave of azure clouds.

It's hard to imagine climbing to a height of one to two thousand feet in Xiling~IndoMTL.com~ in the midst of a cold wave, how strong the profound cold air will be.

It's really hard to imagine how tyrannical the alien birds flying in the sky under the icy wind and snow can they dare to enter such a strong profound cold air to temper their bodies.

The coldness at the foot of the mountain is already extremely heavy, and Chen Xun is also wearing thick fur at this time, wrapping himself up tightly. Otherwise, he has to visualize the Manhun every moment in order to use the Manhun Shenhua. To resist the erosion of the profound cold energy on the internal organs.

According to "Canglan Zalu", Xiling is the birthplace of the Baixi barbarian tribe.

There are tens of thousands of ghosts, and they are also a branch of Baixi. One hundred years ago, they moved south from Xiling to the Su clan of Canglan. They captured the habitat of the black python in the southern foot of Mangyaling 30 years ago. The land has taken root completely in Canglan.

At one time, there were nearly 20,000 clan black pythons. For 30 years, the last generation of the clan was killed by the hand of the strong man. Since then, it has been torn apart.

Either perished or captured or surrendered, or moved west or fled north, Wumang has nearly 20,000 tribes. In the end, only Wugong Zongtu and others led a group of people to temporarily settle down in the Shizhai in the northern mountain of Mangyaling.

Although Xiling’s living environment is even worse, although it is said that the Baixi tribes share the same clan, and it is even said that the Baixi barbarian martial arts all originated from an "Ancient Xiwu Scripture", but the Baixi tribes around Xiling killed each other and killed each other. The python teeth are far beyond that.