"I'll leave this to me. Nangong Fan looked at Wang Zai triumphantly. "I'm a top two. ”

You only have spiritual sense, and it is like being blindfolded under the constraints of your environment. I'm a god-minded person! All of this is just a small problem for me!

Wang Zai rolled his eyes, "It's time to go, right?"

A shout sounded, and the ice wolf rushed in.

The four of them set out on their journey again.

......

In the Baihuang tribe, Nangong Fan and Wang Zai took the lead in leaving the ice wolf and disappeared in the ice and snow.

With Nangong Fan's precise navigation, the ghost feeder who Wang Zai was staying here was stunned with a sword, and the three-headed ghost appeared, and it was also destroyed by the two of them in a few moves.

Without feeding ghosts and turning into fierce ghosts, everything is simpler.

The ice wolf attacked, and the four of them teamed up with the remaining personnel of the White Phoenix tribe to exterminate the imp.

After the event, he rode on the ice wolf without leaving the slightest name, and walked away with the wind and snow in the admiring eyes of several women.

Afterwards, the barbarian's remorseful remarks need not be mentioned.

......

The Stubborn Stone Tribe, the Green Jade Tribe, the Snow Wolf Tribe......

As long as they were on the established route, the tribes where the ice wolves could arrive in a quarter of an hour had left the footprints of four people.

Some tribes have long been empty, and the tribesmen have avoided this place to hide in the snow and ice.

Some tribes have long been conquered, and among the tribes, there are barbarians who are disemboweled, and their eyebrows are blooming, the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Most of the tribes guarded by the Totem Pillar are still there, and the ghost feeders only dare to use imps to carry out tentative attacks, and do not dare to risk their lives. As long as one of them is willing to sacrifice himself, ten or eight ghost feeders are not enough to kill the totem and show his grace. These were all strangled one by one with the participation of Nangong Fan and the four people, and they were ruthless.

I have also encountered ghosts on the way, and I have also encountered adventurers and barbarians on the ice of corpses.

The entire northern realm seems to have turned into a ghost domain, covering up the most tragic battles in the howls of ghosts and wolves, and in the wind and snow.

Along the way, with a lineup of four people that is enough to cross the northern border, it has not encountered any crisis. It's just that it only takes more than a day to travel with the foot strength of the ice wolf, and it took three days to rush to Beiliang City.

Nangong Fan sat on the ice wolf and sighed leisurely, ghosts can perfectly disguise as adults, which is the biggest crisis.

The barbarians have the ability to find out the hidden ghosts, what about the Central Plains and even other realms? Who would doubt the people around them or even the people around them for no reason?

Nangong Fan thought of the old man Hei Chaoyu, if he hadn't resisted the invasion of ghosts, under the order of the ghost feeders and even the ghost keepers, let the eight hundred people of the black family go out together to disturb the rivers and lakes, and the entire rivers and lakes would have set off a bloody storm. How many such people are there that spread to the entire earth?

What will the rivers and lakes look like then?

When the black family secretly controls the earth and its tentacles extend into the galaxy, what will it look like?

It is not an exaggeration to say that this is a crisis for the entire earth and even the entire nether human race.

After the ghost town showed its sharp fangs, it was so domineering.

"Do you think we will succeed?" Nangong Fan was terrified, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became, although he was firm, he also wanted to cheer him up alone.

"Even if you can't succeed, you have to do it. This river and lake, unless it is backed by other names, no one can be left alone. Wang Zai's gaze was far-reaching, but his tone was very flat.

"The dark part and the dark meeting are beyond this world, and they come together for common pursuits and ideas. Although there are also subordinates and subordinates, it is also respect for superiors. We form a group in order to pursue our own strength and maintain the pure land in our hearts. The last dynasty is coming to the door, and if you say the opposite, we can also raise our swords against him. Just want to be happy for a lifetime. Now fighting with the ghost town, my heart is pounding, I feel that I am back in the twenty-eighth year, I feel the pleasure I am pursuing. ”

"The pleasure you are pursuing is so simple?" Nangong Fan looked at the outline of Beiliang City that gradually appeared in his eyes in the ice and snow, and his voice was extremely ethereal, "Then what is the pleasure I am pursuing?"

"When you see a scene and you subconsciously want to do something for it, there may be ups and downs, there may be bloodshed, but it is joy. Whether you can do it or not, it's a pleasure. Wang Zaiyun was light and light, he saw more far-reaching than Nangong Fan, he saw that the rooted barbarian coalition army was like a plate of scattered sand, blocked by the black ocean, and his eyes were full of ghosts!

"Of course, that's a joy I understand. Wang Zai's momentum began to build.

Nangong Fan's eyes condensed, and he understood what had come, and he also began to exude his own aura.

Four breaths came out, and even Xiao Ran, the weakest among them, had the power of Zilong to bless his body. Such as four bright lights hanging in the corner of this Beiliang City.

......

On the wall of Beiliang City, there are many soldiers, holding a longbow, carrying a big knife, and his eyes are vigilantly scanning his feet, whenever there are small ghosts that cannot be too far from the ground to climb to a certain height, bow feathers will shoot out from his fingertips.

This is their battlefield, and they have to do everything they can to keep these imps out from entering the city and harassing the inhabitants, including their own parents and children. The truth that little ghosts are difficult, they old oilmen understand better than anyone else.

In order to block the cold and demon beasts, the city of Beiliang City has been built magnificently, and due to the environment, most of the carved array materials cannot play their due role, except for a few places, there is no formation in the thousands of meters of the surrounding city.

As for the power of the barbarian totem, Beiliangcheng is almost the most traditional human race, perhaps with thin barbarian blood, but under the influence of the ears and eyes, he has long since disbelieved in the totem set, and there is no totem pillar in it.

In many other cities, all the big killer psionic cannons are even more just a joke in the ice and snow.

Soldiers can only defend foreign enemies from outside the door with the sword in their hands.

Fortunately, the ghosts do not come out, and the fierce ghosts are difficult to find in this realm, and this city wall is still a moat.

As for the fighting in the palace, no one cares about it anymore.

A few days ago, there was a brutal guy with a bull's head, all the way into the city, and after ending the sudden sound of fighting that day, the sound of fighting has always sounded from time to time in the past few days.

I don't know if it's a ghost keeper or a ghost feeder, who is so patient, and has been in a stalemate with the minotaur who looks menacing at first glance for so long.

The soldiers hoped that the barbarian coalition that was gradually gathering in their sight would relieve their pressure.

It's just that when I see the barbarian coalition that is like a plate of scattered sand, such expectations are also reduced under the impact again and again.

Isn't there a barbarian with prestige who stands up? When will this go on like this? Even if they work three shifts, they feel that they can't hold on.

This lonely city made them despair.

Where is the hope?

After being besieged for half a month like this, even the barbarian soldiers gathered were much rarer, and hope seemed to be annihilated.

Hmm, what a breath.

Four unreserved breaths gradually climbed not far away, and the wind and snow stopped suddenly, attracting the attention of the soldiers of the city wall and the barbarians.

Some people sneered, some people looked forward to it, and some people were indifferent.

Wang Zai put a mocking smile on his lips, "I think a plate of scattered barbarians will become a drag, so ......"

"So, either we are subdued, or we are playing our own. Nangong Fan answered slowly.

"Okay, I've learned to answer. Wang Zai went farther and farther on the dark road, "The barbarian soldiers have a little effect on this little imp like an ocean, and it is not as important as imagined. ”

"Our Zilong tribe is advancing and retreating with you. Xiao Ran said lightly, with a faint majesty on his face, he took over the position of high priest, although he had not yet been recognized by the priests of the same clan who participated in the war, he still had enough power to speak.

"Boy, the future is limitless. Wang Zai gave a thumbs up, then turned his head to Nangong Fan and said, "What method should you use to make them condense?

"What's simple and crude?"

"Don't say a word when you go up, under the identification of Xiao Ranzi and the barbarian, catch the chief or the high priest and beat him up first. I'm sure they'll hear what we're saying. Wang Zai's mouth was fluttering, but it made Xiao Ran and the barbarian have goosebumps, this is really simple and rude.

But with Wang Zai's strength, after the death of the High Priest Immortal, there are only three or two people in the entire northern realm who can stop him, and he is really qualified to say this.

"Aren't you afraid of being attacked by a crowd? Let's talk about a realistic, civilized way. Nangong Fan shook his head slightly, vetoing this breakthrough on the spot, and he couldn't bear the lonely guy.

"Hey, hey. Wang Zai just had a wicked smile on his face, and Nangong Fan knew that this guy who looked more tender than himself now couldn't hold back a good fart. Really......

Just before carrying out the previous article, the four of us will first announce our names and say hello to all the old-timers. ”

Xiao Ran and the brute fainted, they had never seen such a leaping consummation!

Nangong Fan coughed lightly, "Can my uncle stop making trouble?"

"Alright, alright. Wang Zai's face was pale, quite a bit of a fairy wind and bones, "Now that it is a pot of porridge, it must be that each other is not in the same place, and some of them are pretending to be crazy and ghosts, and they may have already taken refuge in the ghost town." Some people simply refuse to accept a person as a leader. Don't say it one by one, anyway, it's not so simple to integrate, first get the approval of the chief of the Zilong tribe, and then we will march directly to Beiliang City. ”

"I don't understand. Nangong Fan shook his head.

"As long as we have signs of success, the barbarian chieftains who are really willing to help will naturally wave their troops to follow and share the pressure for us. The ghost doers will also be roasted on the fire and will have to follow up. As I said first, these barbarian soldiers are only useful on this side of the battlefield, their role has been achieved, and the rest is none of our business. Wang Zai said calmly.

"High, really high. Xiao Ran nodded frequently, not a way to praise Wang Zai, the method was really simple, but Wang Zai's explanation made Xiao Ran, who likes to play with pen and ink, admire.

"Chief, I have a way to get him to approve of it, so leave the first step to me. Xiao Ran, who was protected all the way, took the initiative to ask for help, but after all, there was still a bit of juvenile heart, and he did not completely turn into a lifeless rotten wood.

"Good. Wang Zai nodded, let's go, it's time to meet them if they cause such a big commotion.

Wang Zai turned over and dismounted, gently adjusted the snowflakes deposited in his robe, and walked forward with his head held high.

Nangong Fan and the three of them followed closely behind him.

The momentum gradually converged, and it was a bit of a slap in the face to bloom like this in front of people. It is enough to show your own existence.

There was already a row of people waiting in front of him, each with a burly body, bursting with a looming momentum, especially the person in the center, giving Nangong Fan a feeling of extreme danger, as if he was not under Wang Zai's strength.

Fortunately, Wang Zai attracted all the attention, otherwise Nangong Fan really felt a little uncomfortable. It's like returning to the battlefield of the Wild Bull Star to face many orc legends.

The barbarians standing here are all people from various tribes, such as chiefs and high priests, if not absolute high-level. Except for the small tribe chiefs who huddled together on the edge to keep warm, they were all legends, which were bigger than the battle that Nangong Fan faced. After all, it was only against a small piece of the orc race on the battlefield.

Wang Zai's momentum was gentle, and he didn't shoot out like just now, and no one dared to underestimate him, and the looming edge made many barbarians like a man.

Wang Zai's white clothes were as white as snow, his body was as light as a swallow, and there was not a single footprint on the ice.

He walked slowly and methodically to less than ten meters in front of the person in the middle, raised his arm slightly, and saluted with his fists, "Poor Dao Zhong Nanzi, I have seen all the heroes here." ”