Just when the wolves were only three meters away from the Mu clan, the flute sounded. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The flute was not loud, but it was very clear, and Shen Xiaoyao borrowed the momentum of the martial saint powerhouse to spread the sound all over the world.

In an instant, the whole jungle fell silent.

The ferocity in the eyes of the wolves turned into sluggishness, as if they had been immobilized, all of them maintained the movements of the last second before the flute sounded, the teeth and claws that were close to each other, and the eagerness to try far away, still looked chilling, but in fact, there was no longer any threat.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute changed, from the previous gentleness to rage, Shen Xiaoyao's nimble fingers danced rapidly, and a trace of tyrannical murder flashed in his eyes.

Now he can use the Dementor sound to disperse the wolves, saving time and effort.

However, he didn't plan to let go of these wolves so easily.

The rhythm of the flute became faster and faster, like a raging storm, and the dull eyes of the wolves slowly became bloodshot and turned red in the flute.

Suddenly, a wolf let out a low roar from its throat, turned its head sharply, opened its bloody mouth, bit the neck of its companion, and tore off a piece of bloody flesh.

Then, the second, the third......

They're crazy!

When the flute was at its most intense, the thousands of wolves all fell into a frenzy and fought each other.

Almost every second, a wolf falls, and then its body is eaten by a dozen of its companions.

The smell of blood is getting heavier, and even the air is getting a little sticky.

Even though the people of the Mu clan were accustomed to seeing life and death, war, and blood, they couldn't help frowning and covering their mouths and noses.

But in their eyes, they were more happy, and they respected and worshiped Shen Xiaoyao.

The crisis of nine deaths and one life was resolved in this way.

From despair to hope, their eyes as they looked at Shen Xiaoyao were full of fanaticism.

At this moment, Shen Xiaoyao's back is so tall, like a god descending from heaven!

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "Long live the Great Chief!" ”

Suddenly, more than fifty clansmen, including the dying wounded, also shouted at the same time: "Long live the Great Chief!" ”

"Long live the Great Chief!"

"Muhammad is immortal! Long live the Great Chief! ”

"Muhammad is immortal! Long live the Great Chief! ”

Mu Daihan, who was standing in the center of the crowd, looked at Shen Xiaoyao's back, her little face was full of pride: "This is my brother!" My own brother! ”

She also waved her small fist and followed the crowd in a childish voice: "Mu Shi is immortal!" Long live the Great Chief! ”

"We can't stay here for a long time, now that the wolves are here, all the beasts dare not covet them, but when these wolves fight each other, the smell of blood will most likely attract terrifying beasts." Shen Xiaoyao put the piccolo down, motioned for everyone to stop, and then said, "We must get out of here quickly." ”

As early as when he was playing the flute, the time of ten minutes had arrived, and now he was in a period of weakness, not only did his strength drop to a congenital weight, his head was dizzy, his limbs were sore, and he was weak even when he spoke.

The Mu clan people saw Shen Xiaoyao's pale face covered with blood by the flickering light of the torches, and they all showed expressions of concern.

"Grand Chief, are you alright?"

"Great Chief, you've worked too hard, take a break!"

"Great Chief, there's some jerky and water here." A strong woman carrying supplies untied the package behind her, took out a few pieces of jerky and a cow stomach bladder, and handed them to Shen Xiaoyao.

"No, I don't have a big deal, these dry food and water are used to survive when we can't find food, so you can't just squander it for me." Shen Xiaoyao was moved, but still waved his hand, "Now let's deal with the wounded, and then make a few more torches, and then we have to walk for a while." ”

Shen Xiaoyao's words were an order for the Mu clan, a decree of the gods, and they must obey it unconditionally.

A group of people went into action, some to find suitable wood to make torches, others to use water and herbs to treat the wounds of the wounded.

Shen Xiaoyao saw that many of the injured people were injured in important places, and if they only did simple treatment, I was afraid that they would not be able to survive tonight.

After thinking for a moment, Shen Xiaoyao found a fairly clean wood nearby, sharpened it with a knife, made more than a dozen simple "silver needles", and began to do acupuncture for the wounded.

Acupuncture, including Taiyin acupuncture, has great requirements for the elasticity of silver needles because of the limitations of acupuncture techniques, so there is no set of well-made silver needles, even if you have amazing acupuncture techniques, it is useless.

As a true Taoist technique, the Yin Yang Life and Death Needle focuses on the mobilization of vitality when treating diseases and saving people, and the needle technique is not so important, so the requirements for the silver needle are not so strict.

It is precisely by virtue of the mystery of the yin and yang life and death needle that Shen Xiaoyao dared to use the thinned branches as needles to perform acupuncture.

This technique is claimed to be able to raise the flesh and bones of the dead, and turn life and death against yin and yang, and the effect is naturally extraordinary, and each wounded person only needs one needle to see the wound heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the seriously injured who were pierced or cut open in the chest and abdomen were greatly relieved.

"This yin and yang life and death needle has long been beyond the scope of acupuncture, there is no need for a combination of acupuncture points, just mobilize the yin and yang qi in the heaven, earth and the human body, and it will have a miraculous effect!" Shen Xiaoyao had never performed this Dao technique before, and this time he tried his knife, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "The methods of cultivators are really not comparable to those of ancient martial artists." ”

Because of Shen Xiaoyao's joining, it didn't take much time to deal with the most time-consuming and laborious wounded, and after a dozen torches were ready, everyone was ready to start on the road.

"These wolves have been swayed by me, they will only fight each other, they will not attack us, you don't have to pay attention to it!" Seeing that the clansmen were still a little afraid of wolves, Shen Xiaoyao explained.

At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly screamed.

"High Priest, is there any problem?" Shen Xiaoyao followed the prestige.

The voice was made by a middle-aged man with gray hair, he was the new high priest of the Mu clan, in his fifties, and the oldest of the group.

"Great Chief...... These wolves, it seems, are not jungle wolves! The High Priest's voice trembled a little, he half-knelt on the ground, leaned down to carefully observe a fairly intact wolf corpse, and then raised his head, with irrepressible ecstasy on his face, "Great Chief! This is not a Timberwolf! These are steppenwolves! ”

Steppenwolf?!

When everyone heard this, they were all refreshed and overjoyed.

They knew exactly what it meant to have a steppe wolf pack of this size in the dark jungle.

This means that there must be a vast grassland not far ahead!

This means that after spending most of the year in the eternal night, they finally ushered in the dawn of the dawn -

Dawn!