Mo Wentian knew the rules of Xirong Mobei, and at that time he was full of reverence for life, thinking that it was unreasonable. This land is ever-present and nourishes all things. Without people, it is a barren land, with birds and beasts, and it will be difficult to develop it again.

He has seen many mounds, the so-called "mounds" are ruins, such as the famous Xuanyuan Hill, Wheat Hill, Emperor Hill, Yingqiu, Tiger Hill, etc., due to tribal migration or battle was exterminated and abandoned, the formation of human life relics. It would not take a generation for these ruins to be developed again into places that could be easily inhabited by the Terrans.

This is what Mo Wentian thought when he looked at the geographical map of mountains and rivers in the Qingshui Library. But as soon as he arrived at the Xirong realm and saw these scenes of wanton slaughter out of greed, Mo Wentian immediately changed his mind.

The slaughter of a tribe is not a big deal, because these people are mainly nomadic herders, living by water, and only agricultural tribes will build a state. The country is the capital, and only when the capital is abandoned, it is called a mound.

When an adult man of a tribe dies, those women and children will not starve to death because of this, and the other tribes will accept it, because the children themselves are cultivated to be members of this tribe, women are quieter, and they will not divide their own shortcomings, and a large number of women will make this tribe prosperous and gradually prosperous.

In a ruined tribe, women and children suffer instead, and it is a mercy to kill adult men and let women and children scatter into other tribes. After arriving in Xirong, Mo Wentian's thinking changed a lot, and sometimes the means were more ruthless, but it was a kind of mercy.

The RV was replaced with a new war horse, although the previous war horse was a divine horse, there was a big gap between it and the war beast, and it had galloped for more than 200 miles, reaching the limit of the war horse. When Nangong E was selecting horses, Mo Wentian began to choose long arrows suitable for his own use.

When he chosen, he spit out two mouthfuls of dirty blood, the medicinal power of the Yin Yang Determination Pill was a little large, and the meridians were almost damaged again, thanks to his quick reaction, he injected the remaining Yin and Yang Qi into the Chaos Dantian Golden Light Divine Blade, and the blood veins were full of Yin and Yang Qi, but they recovered a lot.

Now his ability has been able to shoot two thousand five hundred steps, and the martial vein has recovered halfway. If it weren't for the fragmented bones and the fact that he couldn't ride a horse, he would have been able to completely torture the silver-armored samurai. In front of him, there is no one in the Gongliu Department who is his opponent.

"Nephew, you command here, and I'll shoot arrows. Ji Yan said.

"It's nothing, what I vomit is dirty blood, this is a precursor to the injury getting better, I am a marksman, the soul of this squad, otherwise, how can we have the ability to exterminate a tribe. This bow can shoot 2,000 paces. Mo Wentian smiled kindly.

"With this bells and whistles, can you shoot two thousand paces?" Ji Yan said, picked it up and pulled it twice, but the third time it couldn't be rounded.

"Your father is really a strange material, our brother four, count my age, count my talent is low, at that time said that I was a pioneer, a life of hard work, now think about it is also a person who is seventy, others have been ancient, resting underground, I am still working for life. ”

"Ji Bo's body, there is no problem at the age of 100, if you take good care of it in the future, your life will be longer. ”

This world is divided into only three levels, mortals, warriors, and cultivators. Mortals' meridians are seriously blocked, and their vitality cannot run, so they rely on exercising their physical bodies to develop their innate powers. The meridians of a martial artist can operate, but he can't practice the eight meridians of the Qi Sutra, and he can't develop many of his own meridians. Needless to say, cultivators can practice all kinds of hidden veins, and they can fly to the sky and do anything.

There is no absoluteness in everything, and mortals also have tempered their bodies through perseverance, and their bodies are sanctified and moved mountains and reclaimed seas, which is the legendary wrestler. A warrior can also become a martial saint. It's just that the probability of success is too low, and the chance of success is negligible, compared to the cultivators.

What Mo Wentian said is more pertinent, Ji Yan is nearly seventy years old, and his cultivation is to go further from the peak of the silver-armored warrior to the gold-armored warrior, and he can't break through the shackles of life, and he can't reach the realm of real people, only by breaking through to the realm of real people and extending his lifespan to two thousand years old, everything is possible.

"I don't want to live that old, and then I can't walk anymore, and I'm annoying. Ji Yan said with a smile.

"Father!" Ji Ling on the side obviously didn't want to listen to such words.

"I'm talking and playing with Xiaotian. "Ji Yan is obviously very doting on this little daughter, the girl can get married at fifteen or sixteen, and this girl is eighteen years old.

Mo Wentian didn't answer, the father and daughter enjoyed the joy of family, it had nothing to do with him, sorted out the heavy arrows, and everyone else was ready, Mo Wentian gave an order, more than thirty people, more than a hundred war horses were quiet in Yule like a whirlwind, and they didn't expect the disaster to come so suddenly.

The warriors of the Gongliu tribe rushed into the camp of the Yule tribe, and immediately the screams and cries spread throughout the tribe, and the women of the tribe with their minor children gathered together of their own accord, standing aside and watching the men fight with expressionless faces, as if such a fight had nothing to do with them.

Mo Wentian's RV stopped in the middle of the Lebu, behind the person, he pulled out a heavy arrow, and shot those Yule people who had cultivated high in a hurry, as soon as the three gold-armored warriors appeared, they were shot by Mo Wentian, and at this time, there was a roar, and a big man holding the Xuanwang blade rushed towards Mo Wentian.

The high-ranking samurai was shot and killed, lost because this young man who was sitting on a high stool and shooting arrows in a hurry, only by killing this person could he turn defeat into victory, and the people of the Yule tribe immediately made an accurate judgment and began to charge towards Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian is very calm, and the archery maintains a consistent rhythm, which seems to be not fast, but in fact, one breath can shoot an arrow, and each arrow can shoot a master in the Lebu.

The cultivation of this big man who rushed over is very high, and he belongs to a person whose physical body has been tempered to the extreme. With a shield in one hand and a Xuanwang blade in the other, he strode in the direction of Mo Wentian like a beast.

Bronze Armor Samurai Yae, this is the highest person in the Yule Division, this person is neither a leader nor a general, Mo Wentian can tell at a glance. But all this has nothing to do with him, the battle is cruel, and the tribes of tens of thousands of soldiers like Mo and Fei will be destroyed when he says it, this small tribe with less than 800 soldiers, he sees it in his eyes.

Mo Wentian took out the prepared armor-piercing cone from his side, drew the bowstring, and shot an arrow over, the armor-piercing cone is a kind of heavy arrow, which is specially designed to deal with heavy-armored soldiers, for shield holders, as long as the bow is hard enough, it can still penetrate.

It was too late for the others to rescue, Ji Yan and Nangong E had already taken out the Xuanwang Blade and jumped out of the carriage to snipe, and the armor-piercing cone had already penetrated the big man's shield like lightning and passed through his chest, nailing him to the ground.

"Yule!" a trembling old man in his eighties walked towards the big man with a cane, Mo Wentian ignored it, and continued to shoot those silver armors, within a radius of two thousand steps, no one could escape.

The momentum of the Gongliu Department has already shocked the people of the Yule Department, these people are just fleeing, and the people of the Gongliu Department are just chasing and killing, so there are no injured people.

"This son, why is that?" the trembling old man asked Mo Wentian.

"I'm just the executor, if you have any questions, you can ask our elders. Mo Wentian said in his mouth, but he didn't stop for a moment in his hand, and heavy arrows were shot out, each arrow represented the end of a life.

Ji Yan told his experience, the old man looked up to the sky and cried out, and the big man who was nailed to the ground shouted: "Rong Meishuang, I Cao your eighth ancestor!" and then spit out a mouthful of blood, and lost the signs of life. The armor-piercing cone is cast with a four-edged blood groove, with a slender shape, and is made of gold essence, which can be made into long spears, long swords, or mounted on arrow shafts. The armor-piercing cone used by Mo Wentian is a three-edged blood groove, and it outlines the talisman, the arrow shaft is three feet three, plus the armor-piercing cone is nearly four feet, and being shot in the chest is a fist-sized blood hole, even if a person in the real human realm is shot, it is impossible to survive.

Rong Meishuang was the leader of the Yule tribe and had already been shot dead by Mo Wentian. He got 10,000 spirit jade from the Western Regions Ghost Rong Zhai King, and asked him to kill Ji Yan and snatch her daughter. Zhai Wang Zhai Renqing asked Gong Liu to marry, but was directly rejected by Ji Yan, the woman of the ghost clan is beautiful, that person looks too strange, and I don't know how it is inherited, in short, it belongs to a strange tribe, it doesn't matter if you marry a ghost woman, except for white skin, blonde hair and blue eyes, there is no difference from the Chinese people. But there is no difference between the men of the ghost clan and the fierce beasts. Not to mention that Ji Yan's daughter is a noble daughter of the Ji family, she is an ordinary woman who doesn't have a good heart and doesn't dare to try.

Xiluo Ghost Rong is a sub-clan of the ghost side, the Central Plains is more obvious, his location in the Tang Kingdom, Dog Rong, Xunyu, Tufang, Wei Fang, Yi Fang surrounded, (according to the current geographical location, in the north of Shaanxi to the Inner Mongolia Hetao region of the narrow strip) belongs to the land of the four wars, Xiluo Ghost Rong is a settlement or the collective name of the race, this area of the ghost settlement, all called Xiluo Ghost Rong.

Zhai Renqing is one of them. Xiuwei is a silver armor warrior eightfold, and he has been able to complete a step of ghost transformation, and in Ghost Rong, it can be regarded as a relatively powerful one. Naturally, the water Rong can't be provoked, the Gongliu Department is a small tribe, and there are only thirty people doing business this time, and in the face of coercion and interests, they can't refuse.

"Any choice is a double-edged sword, and there is a price to pay. After Mo Wentian listened, he just said lightly.

"You have destroyed my Yulebu, and you can't get out of this area, and you won't give up. With that, the old man drew his dagger and stabbed it into the heart. A tribe is exterminated, and death is the fate of the men.

"Leave these women and children with belongings that can live, and take the rest away, and dispose of the finishing work cheaply. Mo Wentian immediately felt meaningless, stood up with difficulty, and Ji Ling helped Mo Wentian to the car.