Mao Xingjian felt that he was a bit like a Tang monk who learned scriptures from the West.

He has a master, who is responsible for chanting the scriptures with his hands behind his back in front, a horseman in the army who is responsible for leading the oxen carrying the luggage, and the other two are all members of the New World Expedition, one is wide and strong as a meat shield at critical moments, and the other is a sharp-beaked monkey gills, a full-time thug who beats people.

Fortunately, this is the New World, and there is a legion around him, if Chen Zao Nangong Bingwen and them are still alive, I am afraid that this kung fu will definitely cry and kneel on the ground to persuade himself not to risk his life!

If only they were alive!

In heavy thoughts, the four of them embarked on a long journey to the south to worship in the send-off of the whole army, facing the rising sun and stepping on the frozen snow.

From the other side of the sea, the big chief who was expelled by Tianwu himself took the blame and asked for forgiveness, in this era it is no less sensational than which big star got married and divorced and litigated, when he left the Lakta Department, two pots of boiling water brought almost the whole clan to watch and see off, and then the originally empty and uninhabited Snake River Plain, almost every twenty miles, you can see the warriors of the Sioux people watching, and this send-off lasted until the middle of the Snake River, the bloodiest shoal ferry.

The flow is very large, and the center of the Snake River is not frozen in winter, but in this shoal, in order to facilitate the crossing of the river, Mao Xingjian once ordered a rope to be threaded and a large amount of wood thrown into the river to form a shallow pontoon bridge.

I can't help but slap the hooves of the cow with an iron palm on it, step by step, even if a person is wearing leather boots, he is still stumbling at any time.

However, this is not the most test of courage, on the other side of the snake river, densely packed with tens of thousands of warriors of the six tribes carrying all kinds of weapons, on the face with primitive paint to draw all kinds of war paint, no formation on both sides of the river, quietly watching, when they saw Mao Xingjian and a few people appeared in the eyes, they were as if boiling, screaming and waving their weapons high, and some of them also used their hands to constantly and regularly snort, making rhythmic roars.

Before, it was these people who slaughtered tens of thousands of people and immigrants in Snake City, but now a few people are alone, walking towards so many people with blood on their hands, facing the mighty military might of the other party, it really takes great courage.

Even the two elite knights of the New World Expedition who played the Russian turntable with the Grim Reaper several times, in the palms of their hands, they still inevitably had beads of sweat, and the horse uniform of the Ninth Corps, who was in charge of morning glory, was trembling violently.

If you say that you are not afraid or nervous, it is impossible, on a cold day, a drop of crystal sweat actually flowed on the door of the head, and the body was also uncontrollably shaking slightly, but Mao Xingjian still tried his best to straighten his waist, stepped heavily on the ice with every step, and walked across the river in the hustle and bustle of the sky.

The next part is even more difficult.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, the face of the open-nosed warrior who was painted like a leopard bit his face rushed over, so frightened that the groom surnamed Liu sat on the ground with weak legs, and the two New World expedition cavalry almost pulled out their guns directly, but seeing that Mao Xingjian in front of him was still walking non-stop, walking forward hurriedly, hurriedly helping the groom, pushing the bullock who was also trembling because of fright, and the two followed nervously.

If Mao Xingjian obtains the understanding of Tianwu, the six clans will not have the name of God to crusade against the Sioux, and for the sake of tradition, during the period when Mao Xingjian is traveling, he will not be able to continue to fight with the Sioux on the side of the sinners, this is no longer a matter of faith, but also a matter of political interests, so one after another tribal warriors are close to provoking and intimidating the ability, as long as Mao Xingjian is frightened and makes him afraid to move forward, then he will fail to ask for guilt.

As long as Mao Xingjian is a little afraid to turn back, everyone can rush up and chop him into meat sauce, and the situation will continue to go the way they want.

A strange roar of bared teeth, and even a heavy axe dangled in front of him, and in the midst of intimidation, Mao Xingjian also saw a lot of old people.

Cutting off the head and showing off the human head frame hanging behind him like that, on it, there were a few more heads of the withered and shrunken Snake City warriors, the big horn arrogantly played with the Longquan sword he threw on the battlefield, and the giant rock clammed on his chest I don't know which samurai carcass was taken from, but no matter whether it was all kinds of lynx beasts, Mao Xingjian only glanced at it, and then continued to move forward.

But even he couldn't help but hesitate to stop at a glance.

It is estimated that Su Yu is right, he can't live too much Chilu, the former matriarch, even if the big chief seized Zhao Conglong's head, he only rose a little from the status of the cursed dishonest person, on her head, she didn't have the qualification of a feather, and she was wearing the most tattered animal skin, with strong shoulders and lower abdomen, and thighs exposed in the cold air, frozen red, standing at the back of a group of feather crowns, looking so abrupt, she didn't grin like the Apache people around her to intimidate, Just looking at himself indifferently.

But it was the indifference in her eyes that hurt the most, and she stopped for a second before continuing to set foot on the road, but even so, his gaze remained on Chilu's face until her head could no longer turn, which made the matriarch disappear from view little by little.

Ten thousand people, hundreds of meters, a short distance but as if they had walked for more than a century, and finally all the warriors of the six clans disappeared from view, and the four of them even Mao Xingjian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and their bodies were wet with nervous sweat, and in a hurry, they even quickened their pace, and disappeared into the flat Snake River Great Plains.

If the dense jungles of the Rocky Mountains and the flat, fertile Snake River Plain show the richness and peace of the New World, then the next journey is to show the variability and cruelty of the New World, through the plains, followed by the broken and rugged hills on the edge of the Great Basin, which 65 million years ago belonged to the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea in North America, where the dry salinity has made the vegetation more and more thin, and on the way, the great salt desert is more known as the Sea of Death.

The grit mixed with salt slammed into the body from the back with the cold wind, scraping on the face, the taste, like a small knife cut into the flesh one by one, what is even more torturous is thirst, even if Song Yongzhong reminded each person to bring two bags of water before entering the desert, but the difficult trek does not know how long it will take, everyone can only save a few sips in the morning and evening, and the huge crack blooms on Mao Xingjian's lips.

After trekking thousands of kilometers, I don't know how many days, but it can be calculated, a big sparkling lake suddenly appeared in front of him, his head was dizzy, Mao Xingjian ran up excitedly, and poured a mouthful into his mouth, but immediately, his face changed drastically and he spit out the water again.

The water of the Great Salt Lake carries the last bit of wind and smoke in the North American Mediterranean, and the saltiness and bitterness are amazing!

The last bit of water was exhausted in this hard journey, and what was even more frustrating was that halfway around the lake, the overwhelmed North American bullock also screamed and fell to the ground.

Helplessly, he looked at the bully who fell to the ground, and suddenly picked up a bag from the cow's back, and Mao Xingjian walked in front again.

After walking without water for two days, just when Mao Xingjian felt that he was going to die here, a majestic distant mountain with a snowfield finally appeared in front of him.

The fire licked the jar, and in the snow water, the rice soup was tumbling, making the prince, who was born with a golden soup spoon, feel that the rice porridge was also sweet for the first time in his life.

However, the rest of the road was not much more comfortable, and it took more than three days to climb up the rugged rock face before arriving at the Sorka Cliff on the mountainside of Gannett Peak, the sacred place of the Western Indians in the middle of the Black Hoof.

The altitude here has exceeded 3,000 meters, every breath consumes people's physical strength and will, spitting white smoke in the mouth, on the steep slope of nearly dozens of degrees, a mountain road is finally in sight, several times more exquisite than the Sioux and Apache people, lifelike carved into an animal and animal stacked together The totem pole is painted with brilliant paint, standing on both sides of the road, which contains the totems of almost all the tribes of the North American continent.

On the Internet, it is like a beehive, a residential temple built on a rock wall.

The North American Indians in history, there was also a glorious civilization, the establishment of a forest city fortress, the possibility of a country, the later generations of the Great Basin and the desolate Colorado Plateau left behind the remains of all this recorded, but in the Northern and Southern Song Dynasty almost the same era, the North American Indian civilization suddenly took a sharp turn, the city was abandoned, the farmland was barren, I don't know what reason made the Indians forget the technology, once again live a life of hunting and slash-and-burn farming.

At the bottom of the cliff, a totem hat made of a mountain eagle made of a mountain eagle that had been completely disappointed and withered, and the leather sleeves of his two arms were full of feathers, and the heavenly witch like wings received Mao Xingjian and his party.

Entering from the innermost cave, the temperature was suddenly warmer than the outside, stepping on the carpet paved with dry velvet grass, and going up a staircase of pouring mud, along the way, all kinds of pottery totems, all kinds of patterns, exuding a mysterious brilliance in the clear cave rock wall.

Here the image of all the gods in the spiritual world of the North American Indians is vividly displayed.

The number of heavenly witches is very small, there are only a dozen or so in total, and they have walked several floors in a row, only to see a few on the top floor, or meditating, or painting new pottery, continuing to splice the spiritual world of the Indians, and the Central Plains secularized and repeatedly held up by careerists and rebels are sacred, these people are fully devoted to the worship of God, almost completely do not care about worldly things, and their generation is also extraordinarily mysterious, from various tribes, the farthest even as far as the East Coast, no one selects, Whenever the people of the tribe suddenly felt the call of God, they would travel thousands of miles to the holy mountain of revelation, and only one out of a hundred people would make it there alive.

The Celestial Witches are a group of true hermits.

It is precisely because of this that Tianwu has such influence in the North American Indian world, but this time, just because they rarely intervene in the world, just a few words, let Snake City suffer this catastrophe!

There are a few more holy sites like this throughout North America, and this is the most important one on the West Coast.

Here, Mao Xingjian actually ran into an old acquaintance, the wizard chief of the Shoshone tribe who was holding three cobra heads tied into a staff, Snake Eagle!

The old guy's face seemed to be particularly ugly, and the staff was waving loudly to persuade something, while the old witch with a goshawk totem on his head and a beard as long as the druid in the movie was shaking his head.

Listening to the sound of footsteps passing by the stairs, the two of them turned their heads sharply at the same time, looking at Mao Xingjian's face that was also full of weather, the snake eagle showed an extraordinarily fierce gaze!

(End of chapter)