Martial arts become gods

Chapter 535: The Tribe in the Desert
"My companion has already activated the formation in other places, and it should be effective soon." Amu said, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Soon after, something changed quietly in the desert.

Although there was no change on the surface, Mo Xian knew that the desert had been completely covered by formations.

"There are too many of them. This has never happened before. In my opinion, we should go back quickly and ask the prophets in our clan to find a way." Amu said after recovering.

Although some warriors stepped into it occasionally in the past, that kind of situation is really rare, after all, this place is a barren land for warriors.

But this time is different, because of Mo Xian's existence, this barren land has become a favorite in the eyes of everyone.

"Thank you!" Mo Xian cupped his hands and said.

"Hehe..." Amu smiled honestly: "It's okay, you are a real warrior. We hunted and killed everyone for seven days, but you killed them all at once. I believe that people in the clan will also be right after they know about it. You are admirable."

"In this desert, I dare not say that I am better than you." Mo Xian smiled.

"Hey, you are the first human being who thinks highly of me. Let's go, those humans are getting closer." Amu smiled honestly, and continued to lead the way.

The whole desert seemed to become hazy because of that formation.

Mo Xian knew that if Amu hadn't led the way, he didn't know how long it would take him to get out.

Moreover, many extremely gorgeous mirages appeared in the sky.

This mirage is very real, in which singing and dancing, a scene of extravagance and lust.

Some warriors with weak minds may easily get lost in it.

……

In the huge desert, the group of warriors gradually dispersed.

Beautiful pictures appeared in their eyes, and they couldn't help but chase and play with their followers, as if there were peerless beauties playing hide-and-seek with them.

Of course, they were just playing with themselves in the desert, some were still playing with other warriors, and some were playing with a group of people, really happy.

Some warriors were playing around, but their faces were dull and foaming at the mouth.

At the same time, A Mu led Mo Xian and Yin Qiantong nervously shuttling through the desert.

"Watch my steps, otherwise you will get lost too." Along the way, Amu kept reminding Mo Xian.

Every step he took seemed to be calculated. The steps were big and small, and in different directions. Sometimes he even turned around in circles.

But Mo Xian knew that they must be moving forward.

Due to the activation of the formation, the night in the desert seems to have disappeared, and it has always been that kind of hazy scene.

After an unknown amount of time, some low dirt bumps appeared in Mo Xian's sight.

If you don't look carefully, you will think that it is just a unique landscape formed by the boulders after a long period of wind and sand.

"Hehe, this is where we live, it may be a bit shabby!" Amu said with some embarrassment.

"It's very special!" Mo Xian said with a smile, this place is completely different from the houses that humans live in, and has a different charm, especially in this desert, it has a sense of boundless beauty.

"Amu, are you back?"

A girl emerged from a small earthen bag, and ran to A Mu happily. When he saw Mo Xian and Yin Qiantong beside him, a look of panic appeared on his face, "Brother A Mu, these two are terrible people." Humans?"

"Uh..." Mo Xian was startled, and said helplessly, "It's good that we are human beings, but we shouldn't be scary!"

"Haha, Bibi, this is Mo Xian, and the other is his companion. They are different from other humans." Amu smiled happily.

Hearing this, Bibi still timidly hid behind Amu, just watching secretly.

At this time, more people came out from the small soil bag. When they saw Mo Xian and Yin Qiantong, they all showed anger and panic on their faces.

After all, this is normal. Many of them may not have experienced the genocide that year, but under the influence of their ears and eyes, they already hated humans to the bone.

A tall and thick man with red eyes at that time, waving his praying mantis-like arm, walked towards Mo Xian with an unkind expression.

"Amu, those people are brought by this guy, you actually brought them into our tribe, do you know how terrible disaster this will bring us?" the man said with a bit of bad words.

"It's good that he attracted those people, but he was also hunted down." Amu hurriedly explained.

"Hmph, we deserve it, we wouldn't do this kind of thing to our clansmen." The man said without hesitation.

Hearing this, Mo Xian was not angry. After all, the genocide happened back then, and the other party was polite enough not to rush over directly.

"Uncle, I'm sorry for what happened back then." Mo Xian cupped his hands and said.

He said this not because the other party would allow him to stay, but because he felt sorry from the bottom of his heart.

"What happened back then can't be resolved with a simple apology." The man said.

"Uncle, stop talking, he is a very good person." A Mu hurriedly said, but because of lack of language, he didn't know how to express it, so he could only describe Mo Xian as a very good person.

He didn't know why he felt this way, maybe it was just his intuition.

"You're still young, what do you know?" the man reprimanded in a low voice.

"If our arrival reminds you of some bad things, then I can only say sorry, I will leave now, and the trouble I caused will be resolved." Mo Xian turned to all the clansmen of Amu He arched his hands, turned around and left.

Seeing this, the man was taken aback, and his feelings towards Mo Xian also changed greatly.

"Boy, I was reckless before, sorry. Since you are here, you are a guest, and we have always been very friendly to guests." The man said.

Hearing this, Mo Xian was startled.

Amu hurried up, pulled Mo Xian back and said, "Actually, we people are very friendly, but we have an instinctive resistance to humans."

"I understand!" Mo Xian smiled, even if he was really driven away today, he would not be angry because of it.

More and more people emerged from the slope, both young and old. Some of them were stunned when they saw Mo Xian, just like those in Wucheng Inn.

This made Mo Xian puzzled, could someone here know him?
"It's so similar!" An old man trembled.

Hearing this, Mo Xian walked over and respectfully said, "Senior, I don't know what you're saying is too similar?"

"Hehe, it's nothing." The old man said and immediately walked elsewhere.

Mo Xian was even more confused, and this kind of doubt has always existed since he entered the Wucheng Inn.

At this time, he noticed a statue in the center of the tribe.

The statue is not big, just slightly taller than the surrounding small soil bags.

The craftsmanship is also very different from that of human statues, the lines are very rough, and it can only be vaguely seen that it should be a young man, and a human being at that.

(End of this chapter)