The Great Wild God

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After the wolves galloped past, Chen Xun emerged from the snow, covered with traces of trampling by the wolves, and went south.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun was scattered on the ice and snow. Chen Xun passed through a dense forest swept by wolves. A solitary mountain stood above the ice sheet, and the strong blood condensed on the top of the mountain went straight to the night and stayed for a long time.

The lonely mountain is only three or 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 a group.

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

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

The wolves have been missing for a long time. The gaps in the wall are 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 long been called to be eaten. All...

There are also a few skinny and skinny wolves that are like old wolves abandoned by the wolves, gnawing at these dead limbs and broken bones outside the wall.

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

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

I couldn't tell whether it was anger, sadness, 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 was born, and the hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.

The few old wolves found a living person coming from outside the valley, their eyes flashed, their teeth bared with 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 towards Chen Xun.

These few green wolves looked old and disabled, but they jumped and rushed like flying between the rocks.

The headed old wolf has a huge body and a thin, sunken bald back, like a flaring huge bow. When it jumps down from the boulder, the back suddenly opens and accelerates abruptly in the air, splitting several afterimages. Coming from Chen Xun's throat.

The wolf's teeth, almost dripping with human blood, bit into the throat, Chen Xun's angry, sad, and frightened withered soul violently bursts out of the flames and smashes into a hundred corpses, suddenly making him blood in his whole body at this moment. Time is boiling.

The man soul instantly took shape, and instantly turned into countless black ghosts, and then turned into countless black ghosts, and 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 grabbing the throat by the invisible hand, and the skinny wolf body couldn't get any further, and it was stopped in midair for a few moments.

Chen Xun unsheathed the long knife in his hand and turned into a black sword aura, splitting the green wolf in half from head to tail.

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

And the extremely fierce aura that Chen Xun instantly revealed, causing the other blue wolves to stop in horror, whimpering and rushing out of the mountain.

Chen Xun stretched out his hand to wipe off the wolf blood from his face, stood under the rock, shoved the knife back into its sheath, took out the bronze vial from his arms, swallowed a mouthful of the Qi Yuan 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, sick and disabled bones were scattered in the stockade, and they were gnawed unlikely.

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

In the cellar, there were mutilated limbs and broken bones everywhere, and blood was sprayed everywhere, and there was almost no place to stand.

And looking at the skulls that were eaten so much that they were so small, you can also know that when the wolves struck, all the children hiding in the cellar were young children in this village, but they were not lucky enough. difficult……

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

Even if Tianbari was brave and trapped among thousands of blue wolves, it would be difficult for him to complete his body.

Don't say that 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?

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

Chen Xun picked up the stumps and broken bones scattered in 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 was piercing.

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

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

Although it was more than a thousand meters away, the fire was 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 long 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 though it was more than a thousand meters away, that person's eyes were like stars twinkling in the dark night, giving Chen Xun an unusually clear feeling, and 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.

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

In the past, Chen Xun was in awe of the strong man who 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 qi and blood, temper the muscles, bones, skin and flesh, but also emerge through the body, with great power.

It's just that the savage spirit in the body must have hidden Daoism, body wishfulness, or the savage soul combat skills that enter the micro-level realm, so that it can emerge from the body and form an extremely powerful savage soul combat weapon.

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

Chen Xun has not practiced the savage soul of the long sword, but think about the moment when he was in the valley, the old thin green wolf pounced, swinging the knife to cut out the black evil flower, and indeed blended into the giant A large amount of wild soul Shenhua will be able to split the green 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 must 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 corpse of Manzhai, thinking hard all night.

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

Seeing the deserted red sun rising in the east, he stood up long, walked out of the snow, straightened his bow, and then plunged down the mountain to the north snowfield.

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Under the cold wave, the large-scale herd moved south.

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

Even if there are one or two Tianbaran 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 end of the village.

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

However, staying in the Huze Snow Plain at this time was not necessarily more dangerous than returning to the black python, Chen Xun decided to continue northward with the biting cold wind, to the extremely cold ice and snow plain, and accept the stronger profound cold energy between heaven and earth. practice.

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

In this way, Chen Xun decided to go north.

He rushed during the day, carefully avoiding the herd of animals going south, and the ferocious beasts that might run out of the primitive jungle at any time to find food. He also wanted to explore the terrain, dig up the ice and snow, and look for the elixir that grew in the depths of the lake.

At night, he was in the deep snow, digging a snow hole to hide, 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 2,000 miles, and once again saw a huge mountain ridge above the Huze Snow Plain. It's endless.

It turned out to be Xi Jun!

Compared with the intermittently distributed solitary mountain peaks in Huze District, Xiling stretches for thousands of miles and is no less steep than Mangyaling. The ridge of the heavy peaks is like a gun blade, straight into the cloud night, looking up at the unknown height, but at this time it is covered with snow and Seeing is the world of ice and snow, 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 cold current of clouds passing between the stern peaks.

There are a few dark shadows on the top of Xiling Mountain, circling among the azure clouds and cold waves.

It's hard to imagine how strong the profound cold aura will be when climbing to a height of one to two thousand feet in Xiling and in the midst of a cold wave.

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

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

"Canglan Zalu" records that Xiling is the birthplace of the Baixi barbarian tribe.

The Guixi tribe, which dominates tens of thousands of ethnic groups, is also a branch of Baixi. One hundred years ago, it moved south from Xiling to the Su clan of Canglan. It captured the habitat of the black python at the southern foot of Mangyaling 30 years ago. Take root in Canglan completely.

At one time, there were nearly 20,000 clan Wumangs. For 30 years, the last generation of the clan was killed by the hand of the strong man.

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 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 slayed and killed each other more than the Mangya Tribe. It's far beyond.