Beseech The Devil

    The night has already come, and today there is a faint white glow, and the faint moonlight falls on the snow in the jungle, and it has a cold light. With the hustle and bustle of the sound, the Wushan Tribe migrated here. Hurrying in the night before dawn.

    The surroundings are very quiet. Apart from the sound of snow, there is almost nothing else. The Wushan tribesmen are silent. Whether it is the old man, the woman or the Lasu, all of them are silent in this night's migration.

    A few hours have passed since the previous battle. The fierceness of the war has made all the Wushan tribesmen deeply in mind, engraved in the soul, and will never forget.

    Before leaving, not including grandfather, the Wushan Tribe had more than 30 Man Cultivators. Today, there are only 14 people left in that battle. All the fourteen people were dry and bloody, revealing sadness, carrying a cold murderous, silently guarding the tribesmen and walking forward.

    They died more than 10 people, but Black Mountain tribe, but paid more costs, which is related to cultivation, but more importantly, the invasion of Black Mountain tribe, far from having to leave home Wushan tribe Smen that persistent, that is called the guardian of Courage, a self-destruction, perhaps brought to black Mountain tribe invaders, is contempt, but two times, three times, four times …It was given to those of the Black Mountain Tribe, a fear from the heart.

    Wushan Tribe is weak, but this is weak, but there is a strong!

    Su Ming walked silently. From the time of the battle, he did not say a word in these few hours. He seems to be very cheerful. He, who has the impulsiveness of young people, has finally learned to silence. Not to roar.

    Just learning the price of silence, its heavy degree, makes people sad.

    Su Ming knows that from this day, his innocence has shattered and left his body. From this day, his happiness melted and disappeared into the blood. From this day, his tears were slowly silenced. replace.

    Time passed, and soon it was dawn, the tribesmen who walked all night, there was no pause in the exhaustion, everyone gritted their teeth, supported each other, almost running, and quickly moved.

    During the day, the gradual dissipation in this migration, the people of the medium tribes can not afford this fatigue, after a small half-hour break, they will hurry again.

    Until the late night of the second day came, until the moonlight once again fell on the snowy earth of the jungle, Wushan Tribe's tribesmen, in the silence, quickly walked.

    "Su Ming brother…"In Su Ming's ear, there was a soft, weak voice. He turned his head and saw the little girl who was held by the people in the family.

    Looking at the child's clean eyes, Su Ming's face, a smile, but the smile on the face of the blood, looks like it is terrible.

    But the little girl didn't feel terrible, but stared at Su Ming. After hesitating, she raised some dirty hands and wiped the dry blood on her face for Su Ming.

    Feel the little girl's delicate hand touching on her face, Su Ming's heart, in the pain of the blood, there is warmth.

    "Su Ming brother is not afraid…Tong Tong is not afraid…"The little girl took back her hand and put some blood on her hand. She looked at Su Ming, the bright eyes, and the steadfastness that few children had.

    Su Ming touched the little girl's head, did not speak, but looked to the front, the road ahead was hidden in the jungle, can't see where the future is.

    Lei Chen in the distant crowd on the other side, always holding fists, his back blood has dried up, the pain was neglected by him, his eyes are bloodthirsty, more grief, he will not forget, last night of the war, but not the clan of an elder man cultivator In serious injury before dying self-destruction blood veins saved himself, even now his body, will stay in that battlefield.

    In front of him, is Wu La, the girl complexion is pale, her face is full of exhaustion, her left arm has dry blood, it seems to be unable to lift up, and her face has a large flesh and blood blurring, making it A good face is no longer.

    But in her eyes, she did not give up, still with the inherent obsession of Wushan Tribe tribesmen.

    Behind, Bei Ling and Chen Xin, they pulled their hands and seemed to never want to separate, guarding the crowd and going.

    Grandfather is still at the end. The white hair on his head and the wrinkles on his face are in Su Ming's eyes, making Su Ming's heart more painful. He can see the fatigue of grandfather.

    This second night, the moon in the sky, is not a bend, but a full moon, but today is obviously not a full moon night, perhaps, tomorrow, perhaps, the day after tomorrow.

    As the tribes moved, there were sometimes tribesmen Man Cultivators galloping around, with only a small number of people. These four people are the detectives sent by the tribe. They brave the life and death, and they must return any changes in the surroundings to them in a fixed time.

    If they did not return, then the representative, there was a change.

    The passage of time, and soon it was an hour, the darkness of the sky, as if there was a terrible gaze, staring at the earth, looking at Wushan's tribesmen, walking fast there.

    At this moment, only four of the four people who should have returned on time, but three of them came back, but the person who was exploring at the rear did not trace it. Su Ming was violently cocked, and his eyes were sharp and turned to stop. Also not aware of the bad, there are other people, grandfather eyes flash, clenched the bones in his hand.

    Suddenly, a faint rumbled voice fainted from the back, and the sound came into the ears of all Wushan Tribe tribesmen, making Su Ming sad and strong.

    He knows that this is blood veins self-destruction.

    He knows that the Black Mountain Tribe's chasing enemy is coming again!

    "Don't stop, speed up the migration, all Man Cultivator guards, and fight back!"Grandfather's bones in the hand touched the earth, raised his left hand, and waved toward the tribe. Immediately, the tribe was twisted again and again, but saw the Wushan Man-Totem that had appeared before, and once again, it floated on the tribal crowd. Dissipate the guardian light.

    It floats with the movement of the crowd, and it exists, as long as it is not damaged, it can keep the tribesmen under the light.

    Almost the moment when the Wushan Man-Totem appeared, the grandfather violently raised the head, its look revealing the unprecedented dignity of the war, the bone eyes revealing the sin, and staring at the dark sky.

    I saw this dark sky, suddenly suddenly changed, a red mans out of the air, and the black fusion, it seems to become purple, the red mans spread, like blood, sputtered most of the sky.

    A hoarse, gloomy voice swirled around the world and spread to all directions.

    "Mo Sang ……"As the sound reverberated, a great pressure came from the sky, and the power of the pressure, in the moment of the earth, immediately made all the Wushan Tribe tribesmen on the ground clear, even the Wushan Man -Totem is also a shock.

    Su Ming's heart beats and beats. This is a strong pressure. He only felt it in Man-Elder Jing Nan of Fengzhen Tribe. This pressure is Awakened! !

    This is Awakened Realm's natural pressure on Blood Condensation Realm. Under this pressure, the Blood Condensation Realm Man Cultivator will be completely uncontrolled.

    However, with the advent of this pressure, with the spread of blood on the curtain that day, as the moon of the sky became the Blood Moon under the blood, in Su Ming's feeling, there appeared at the moment except him. An unspeakable feeling that no one has ever had.

    That feeling, like the Blood Moon he saw in the Fire Blood Ignition, even had an illusion that he was very familiar with, as if hidden in the sky at the moment, it was a huge Moon Wing.

    This illusion that made him incredible made Su Ming feel shocked. Then he saw that on the scene of the day, in the blood mang, slowly walked out of a person.

    The man was dressed in a black robe, his body was thin and his face was very gloomy. He carried his hands and walked out step by step, standing on the sky and looking down at the earth.

    On his eyebrows, there is a totem of Moon Wing, which is vivid and vivid, as vivid as life, glittering with a red light.

    Bi Tu!

    Black Mountain Tribe Man-Elder, Bi Tu! !

    "Mo Sang, you don't have to wait for Jing Nan and Wen Hao, they…It’s hard to protect yourself, and it’s even more innocent to pay attention to the life and death of your Wushan Tribe! ”Bi Tu smiled gloomyly and looked at the grandfather behind the crowd on the earth.

    Grandfather is silent, he is indeed waiting for Jing Nan, but Jing Nan has never appeared on the road. He has some faint understanding in his heart, and Fengzhen Tribe may have changed.

    "South Pine, the second only to Mo Sang, amazing you, fled to Wushan tribe, is still a waste of a, so many years, I always think, your ABBA death, that look is worth the aftertaste, he begged me, put you a way to survive, unfortunately, I do not want to meet him, but still you fled, South Pine, I black Mountain tribe the Barbarians of the year, we …meet again. ”Bi Tu smiled, but the smile quickly expanded and eventually laughed.

    Outside the crowd, the white-haired Nansong, looking at the Bi Tu on the sky, did not move his anger by his words, but saw the world's things through the same, sighed.

    "It's better than killing the next generation of HeiShan Man-Elder, killing the son of HeiShan's old Man-Elder, contributing Black Mountain Tribe to most of the tribesmen that year, in exchange for the Heretic-Barbarian method."Nansong is always calm, but the wrinkles on his face are suddenly more.

    "The grievances of the year, we should understand today, Mo Sang, Nansong, I will give you a chance to give you a chance to fight with me!"Bi Tu laughed, and his right hand waved, and immediately the world rumbled, but saw the infinite bloody glow on the scene behind him, and instantly became a group of intense blood fog, and the fog rolled into a huge Moon Wing!

    This Moon Wing wings open, which seems to cover the sky, covering the moon.

    "Nan Song, Bi Tu handed it to me…I will hold him, the tribe…give it to you! ”Grandfather Mo Sang breathes deeply, eyes swept through the tribesmen, looking at the silent tribesmen, like to find traitor, but in the end it is a sigh, every tribesmen are full of blood and exhaustion, how can he doubt these The man who fought for the Horde, he saw the first sorrow and saw a deep wound in Shan Hen's neck.

    "Perhaps, there really is no traitor…" Grandfather looked at Su Ming deeply before regaining his gaze. His body was stunned, and a huge black scorpion illusioned with him, and he went straight to the sky like a meteor.

    The voice of rumbled whirls around the world. With the approach of grandfather, Bi Tu laughs, sky is covered in red fog, and the two are filled in, and the inside is not clear, but the sound of the rumbled is Heaven-shaking. Earth-shattering.

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