The small yurt was filled with invisible strange powers, and these forces were all rushing towards Wujiang like a tide, crushing him to death.

Wu Jiang's head was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were staring at the shaman who was still beating the skin drum and dancing the great god, and his heart was terrified, he never thought that there was such a method of driving power in this world.

Generally speaking, cultivators strive to make their attacks fast and fierce, so the cultivation method is to launch quickly, and cultivate with the goal of being able to unleash the strongest attack in the shortest possible time. Occasionally, some techniques that require a long preparation time are usually extremely powerful, and most of these techniques are terrifying at the beginning, so that people can know at a glance that this will be a great move.

But the techniques used by this shaman are completely different, and completely beyond the scope of Wu Jiang's knowledge. The shaman's move, which at first could only involve a very small amount of power, could be condensed to such a considerable extent in the later stages.

For the first time, Wujiang felt a strong sense of crisis in this poor and remote country. The true qi in his body flowed along with the specific meridians, and it was full of power in a short period of time. Next, when he was about to use the magic power condensed in his body to break through the shackles of the strange forces around him, the strange power that had suppressed him suddenly loosened and faded away like a tide.

Wu Jiang was shocked by this sudden change, and he didn't have time to wonder what was going on. Then I heard the shaman who was spinning in circles suddenly raise his voice, shouted, and immediately after, the strange power that faded like a tide rolled up again, and squeezed towards it fiercely with a more violent attitude than before!

Bang –

With a loud bang, the yurt exploded abruptly from the inside out, scattering the dust it had stirred up.

After the dust settled, the specific appearance of it was revealed-Wu Jiang stood panting in the position where he was sitting, and two blood stains oozed from his two nostrils, which was the consequence of the excessive use of magic power in a short period of time and the inability of the body to bear it. His face flushed, his body surging with qi and blood, and he looked at the shaman standing not far in front of him with a look of resentment. The shaman's appearance is no better than Wujiang's. The few colorful chicken feathers he originally inserted in his head had already been blown away, and the leather drum in his hand had also broken a big hole, it seemed that this drum was ten percent useless, and the hand he had beaten the drum before had been shaking uncontrollably, but it wasn't that he wanted to shake himself, but that he had just kept beating the drum to urge the strange force to exceed the load and become like this.

Wu Jiang had just forcibly raised the magic power in his body to the extreme to fight against him at the moment when the fierce tide of the strange power transformed into rushed towards him.

He stood there, looking at the shaman across from him, who was just as embarrassed as he was, and took a cursory sense of his physical condition, but fortunately, there was no other injury except for a little internal injury caused by his own magical power. The strange power of the shaman just now did not defeat his talisman power.

"What the hell are you doing!" Wu Jiang shouted at the shaman with angry eyes.

Now, since the two sides have made a move, the shaman no longer hides it, and he responded to Wujiang's question with an angry face: "You Ming people are too hateful, just drive us back to this grassland, so that we can't enjoy a good life, and often send troops here to slaughter us, trying to drive us deeper into the grassland." Now, you still want to ask us that it is a treasure of feng shui on the grassland, if you really let you know, you will definitely let the army attack and occupy our last living home?"

"What nonsense is nonsense!" The nameless anger in Wu Jiang's heart was even stronger, he had never shown hostility from beginning to end, but he had always been treated as a mortal enemy by them. He had never suffered such a grievance. At the moment, he is no longer polite, since the other party wants to do it, then he will do what they want, beat them to the service, and ask where the feng shui treasure is, which can be regarded as completing the task this time.

Wu Jiang shouted angrily, rushed out quickly, and his right palm, which was filled with magic power, raised and went straight to the shaman's heavenly spirit cover.

The shaman had just launched the offensive with all his might. After that blow, all the power in his body was emptied, and he was already crumbling when he stood there, unable to lift his arms that had been shaking without obeying the call, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead and could not move. He looked at Wu Jiang's right palm slapped at his Heavenly Spirit Gai with a frightened face, and shouted "Shaman" in a hoarse voice.

"It's useless!" Wu Jiang sneered, his speed did not stop, and his right palm slapped straight towards the shaman!

Suddenly!

Wu Jiang's brows furrowed instantly, as he unexpectedly felt his body flying backwards uncontrollably.

Just now, it seems that he hit a huge wave rushing from the opposite side, and after being hit by the huge wave, his body quickly fell backwards.

Wu Jiang retracted his right palm, and when he was about to fall to the ground, he turned his body in time and rolled twice on the grass, unloading the strength brought by the waves. He was about to shout who had attacked, when he found three men standing in the same garment as shamans, and they formed an equilateral triangle, each of them standing at the corner of the triangle.

One had a leather drum in his hand, and the other two had a crooked cane of dead wood.

Needless to say, the three people who made the sneak attack had no intention of hiding at all.

"Who the hell are you?" Wu Jiang regretted that he had become aware of the presence of the other three so late. He sensed that the space around him was as it had been in the yurt, filled with strange powers that were pressed against him.

"We are all shamans. The three of them spoke in unison, using their strength to suppress Wujiang's actions, covering the wounded shaman and staggering away.

"There are so many shamans!" Wu Jiang's heart sank, and he finally understood from the three people's replies.

They say, 'We are all shamans,' not 'We are all shamans,'

It seems that a shaman is a name for a class of people, not the name of a person. Just like the great witches in the clan, the master is the great witch, and the other Dharma protectors are also great witches, so it can be said that they are all great witches, but they will not be called great witches.

After Wu Jiang understood this, his face became solemn, just dealing with the attack of that shaman was already suffering a certain degree of internal injury, at this time, if he fought hard with the three shamans again, he would have to explain his little life here.

However, the way these shamans attack is really strange, and they can hide such a powerful power without being detected before launching an offensive.

Wu Jiang's heart sprouted a retreat, and he shouted to the three shamans surrounding him, "You just don't want me to know where the Feng Shui treasure is. Okay, I'll stop asking, I'll go. ”

"We're not going to let you go. The shaman, who was seriously injured and fled to safety, sat on the ground with a grim expression: "You Ming people are too cunning, you say go, we don't believe it." ”

"If there is a fight, I will be able to kill at least two of you, if not all of you. Do you really want to die?" In order to prove that what he said was not a lie, Wu Jiang urged all the magic power around his body and surrounded his body, and the momentum of the whole person suddenly increased. "Do you choose to die together, or let me go?"

"Shamans are messengers of the gods and are not afraid of death!" the four shamans shouted in unison.

Wu Jiang felt the pressure of the strange forces around him suddenly increase, and squeezed towards him, as if he wanted to squeeze himself into a pile of meat sauce.