Beseech The Devil

    The north wind whimpered, blowing up the snow on the jungle earth, the snow swaying in the wind, as if there was no root, I don’t know where to go, like the crowd under the snow, slowly moving away from the tribes that survived generations. In the jungle, walk silently.

    Gradually, no one spoke, even the crying of the child Lasu, which came at that time, quickly stopped, or was comforted by his loved ones, or biting his teeth, and made this sadness a firm Hatred.

    Hundreds of people, most of them are ordinary tribesmen, more old and weak, the speed of walking can not be fast, coupled with the cold wind, the earth is very thick, making the speed slower.

    Surrounded by the Wushan Tribe Man Cultivator, one by one in the sorrow, with vigilance, they dare not relax, because there will be a battle of life and death at any time, once they die, without protection of the tribesmen, will be vulnerable Unbearable.

    Su Ming is holding the little girl in her arms. She is holding Su Ming's clothes. It seems cold in the cold wind, but it is her dream…However, perhaps because of Su Ming's embraced the warmth, the child slowly calmed down, gradually seems to be in that dream, there is silence, but the tears in the corner of the eye, but still still shed.

    Gently holding the child, Su Ming stepped on the snow of the earth and walked forward. His eyes continued to look around. When he saw the familiar tribesmen beside him, he saw the sadness. Seeing parting and reluctance, I saw persistence and determination.

    Biting his teeth, Su Ming's eyes revealed hatred, step by step, and walked silently forward, but sometimes he stepped forward to help some old and weak people, help them tremble, and walk faster on this snow.

    "According to the speed of the tribesmen, day and night, to reach Fengzhen Tribe, it takes up to three days, three days…I don’t know if I can survive when I get there…How many:Su Ming's heart is bleeding, he is afraid, not afraid of his own crisis, but the familiar face, after three days, how many can never be seen again.

    Su Ming knows, but if there is any method, grandfather will use it, let the tribesmen go to Fengzhen quickly, but the speed of the black scorpion is fast, but can not bring too many people at a time, but also because in the sky gallop, ordinary tribesmen fundamental It can't be tolerated, and it takes a few strong guardians.

    But now in the tribe, once you leave a few strong people, the rest of the people will survive and die.

    "Ama…"Su Ming In the silence, the little girl in his arms muttered in his dreams and clung to Su Ming's neck, as if he had lost his peace.

    "I really should come back!"Su Ming gently patted the child's back in his arms.

    Time passed slowly, and the day was gradually coming to dusk. The people who moved from Wushan Tribe were far away from their homes. In the cold, in the depths of the jungle, when they insisted on their teeth, they suddenly came behind the crowd. A sharp whistle of the shakes the heavens!

    The whistle was harsh, but from the beginning, the bursts of excitement followed, and at the same time, they saw the shadows in the jungle far behind.

    In an instant, almost all of the entire Wushan Tribe was shocked, the grandfather both eyes were exposed to the cold, the Man Cultivator around them, and the first class, all of which were all looking at the killing intent.

    The tribesmen, trembled one by one, were swayed by the shadows of fear and death. They were afraid, and the crying could not help but spread.

    "The others don't move, continue to guard the tribesmen, the tribes after the tribesmen, kill me with me!"The first time, grandfather came out of the low-pitched command.

    Su Ming held the little girl in her arms to a normal tribesmen next to her, was about to move, heard the words of grandfather, he slammed his teeth, slammed his teeth, and led the tribesmen to move quickly under the leadership of the Patriarch. Behind them, grandfather stood there with the seven tribes Man Cultivator, looking like a wall, blocking the wall of the enemy!

    The sound of whistling and whistling, but in the jungle behind, I rushed out of more than 20 Black Mountain Tribe people, so many Man Cultivators appeared, so Su Ming was shocked.

    To know that their Wushan Tribe has only a total of more than 30 Man Cultivators, but now, an attack on the Black Mountain Tribe has sent more than 20 Man Cultivators, which makes him unbelievable.

    Most of these Man Cultivators are Blood Condensation four Five Layers, but there are five people, reaching the Blood Condensation Sixth Rank, and three more, reaching the Blood Condensation Seventh Layer.

    There is no eighth layer, but at the forefront of these people, there are two big men in black robes. The clothes of these two are completely different from those of the Black Mountain Tribe. At the same time, they are out of place, but they show the eyes of Su Ming. The force of the pound 收缩 礴blood qi.

    The power of this blood qi, beyond the first and Shan Hen, beyond the Patriarch, their Culture, their countless blood, is the Peak Condensation late stage of the Tenth Layer!

    But Su Ming sees that these two black robes, their booth eyes are faint and indifferent, and they are obviously different from normal people, but they are quite flexible in action. Under the leadership of both of them, these two More than a dozen HeiShan Man Cultivators, with a sly, excited and bloodthirsty killing, madly rushed to grandfather and others.

    In their mouths, there were also strange weirs, and the voices were heard in the ears of ordinary tribesmen, causing them to tremble and fear.

    Come on!Grandfather turned back to the open mouth and turned to the HeiShan Man Cultivator who was coming. The big sleeves and the black wind went away, rolling all the way around, causing the snow around it to rise and go straight to that. More than twenty HeiShan Man Cultivators went.

    The two black men in the Blood Condensation late stage had very clear goals. They didn't look at others, but the whole body of blood veins broke out, bursting into the bloody glow, rushing into the black wind, in the sound of the sound. Resounding, go straight to grandfather and go.

    The rest of the Man Cultivator, in the black wind sweeping, suddenly seven or eight people spurted blood, the body collapsed directly in the trembling, bursting into a lot of flesh and blood, suddenly a bloody atmosphere filled the surrounding.

    Killing, it’s starting!

    In addition to grandfather, this guardian behind the Wushan tribesmen, only seven people, their look is determined, not the slightest retreat, behind them, their tribesmen, their loved ones, they can not retreat, never retreat!

    With sadness and decisiveness, the seven men rushed to the more than a dozen Man Cultivators who came to the scene, and they had to desperately drag these people to fight for the tribesmen behind them!

    Their cultivation is not high, the strongest one, is the blood condensation Realm seventh layer, the remainder, mostly fifth layer around, but at the moment, in their body, but there is an imposing momentum, this momentum, is the Guardian home Park, this momentum, is the Guardian tribesmen, this momentum, is even death can not be erased, even if the pieces, can not allow the enemy rushed a step!

    This is the wall of people who cast their flesh and blood. This is to draw a gully with their lives. This is the madness that erupts with their souls. This is their choice!

    Su Ming both eyes are red, not only him, the Man Cultivator around, but most of them are crazy, even in the ordinary tribesmen, there are many people who are screaming, they are going to fight!

    "Don't go see, your mission is to guard the tribesmen migration, we…Let's goJust as Su Ming and others seemed to be unable to control the moment they wanted to rush back to kill, walking in the forefront of Patriarch, his eyes showed a decisive color, but the decisive depth, but the same sorrow.

    He is the Patriarch of Wushan Tribe. His mission is to let the Wushan Tribe live more and let the Wushan Tribe continue…

    Su Ming mercilessly clenched fist, his both eyes red, his killing intent had to press down, looking at that behind dozens of Zhang outside seven tribesmen, was 10 odd call black Mountain tribe man Cultiva Tor as near as the flood, with the bursts of rumbled echoed, Su Ming clearly saw a tribesmen gush of blood, right arm directly burst open, the body staggered to retreat a few steps, but his legs are collapsed, but he is ferocious, roaring, a bump in the belt The excitement and the killing to close to the enemy head, but also to open mouth, in that black Mountain tribe man cultivator body aghast and shrill screams, a bite in the person's neck, tore off a large chunk of flesh and blood.

    The Black Mountain Tribe's big man looked terrified, his neck was bloody, and a scream hit a fist in the Wushan Tribe's Man Cultivator chest, causing the Man Cultivator to spur blood, but the sly life swallowed the flesh in his mouth. The cruel expression, the crazy move, made the Black Mountain Tribe's big man tremble.

    At the moment, the Wushan Tribe tribesmen, who swallowed flesh and blood, looked back and looked at the crowd who was far away. He also saw the crowd, looking at his Su Ming, his mouth showed a gentle smile, he was more than 30 The old man, in his eyes, Su Ming is a child.

    That smile, such as the kindness of the elder, and before the brutal completely different, that a smile, the person turned back, closed the moment, the whole body blood veins instant burst open, but also affected the whole body, making his body in this flash collapsed, the sharp sound, into a sound shakes the heavens of the sound , in this man's body burst open moment, distance his recent neck of the bloody Heishan Han, both eyes revealing endless horror, want to retreat, but late.

    This is…blood veins self-destruction ! ! This is the last sound of life with flesh and blood. This voice tells all the Black Mountain Tribe tribesmen who are chasing. To destroy the Wushan Tribe, you have to pay an unimaginable price!

    In rumbled, the Black Mountain Tribe's big man spurted blood, his arms collapsed, and he reluctantly retreated, but he lost all his fighting spirit. His heart was shaking, and he was afraid.

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