The Wuxie tribe is also the oldest tribe in the Southern Wilderness, older than the Shuitu Tribe, the Tai'a Tribe, the Zhongshan and Xiushan Tribes, and it is the tribe that has survived to the present in the primeval period.

Now the tribe rehearses the primeval ballad, praying that the witch god will not be angry, that the calamity will not come down, and that they will continue to suffer.

"You don't have to continue to pray, tomorrow we can sacrifice to the witch god, let's hurry up and do our own thing, tomorrow we have to go to meet the army of the Tang Dynasty, go and prepare!"

Suddenly, a voice came, accompanied by a middle-aged man walking out, wearing a strange colored animal skin, with a scar at the corner of his eye, he looked at his people with a serious face, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, I won't let Datang find the Jumang Temple, and I won't let those guys disturb the rest of the Jumang Witch God." ”

"You don't have to worship anymore, get up and prepare!"

Those Wuxie people looked at the middle-aged man, and they felt very relieved, and after smiling indifferently, they continued to do their own thing, preparing supplies for the tribe's army.

"Khan is really thoughtful and has arranged everything, let's do things quickly, and we can do our part to protect the god of Jumang!"

"yes, yes! Gou Khan is so thoughtful every time, which is why the people of our tribe love him, but is it really good to start a war with the Tang Dynasty? ”

"What's so bad? We are the descendants of the Jumang Witch God, although we are separated by millions of years, and the bloodline has been diluted to the point where there is nothing left, but the Gunmang Witch God is our ancestor, and we should protect his temple! ”

"Ahh I don't really agree with this guy's method, but the matter has come to this point, forget it, it's settled, let's do what he tells us! ”

……

Those people have their own opinions, and they also have their own opinions on the matter of the Wuye tribe's war with the Tang Dynasty, but they have a deep obsession with the Jumang Witch God, and they will fight the Tang Dynasty to the end for this.

Meng Yu squatted in the bamboo forest on the side, looked at the middle-aged man with a blank expression, couldn't help but smile, and said secretly: This guy is Wu Xiegou? Khan of the Evil Tribe? looks fierce and vicious, I don't know what the strength is?

Just when he was puzzled, the black evil hook suddenly disappeared, and the originally noisy building path was quiet, only strange insects were heard, and the cries of strange birds were also very permeating.

"Suffered! What about the black hook? ”

Meng Yu was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he already found that the person he was staring at was gone, and he couldn't help frowning: "Damn, it's suddenly gone, then how can I get the antidote, they are still waiting for me, spicy!" ”

He was a little angry, his figure flashed in the bamboo building, the appearance of each bamboo building was almost the same, he only needed to sense the aura of the black evil hook to determine that he was in that bamboo building.

However, there are more than 1,000 bamboo buildings of the Wuye tribe, large and small are distributed in the dense forest, although they look similar to the layout of the houses in Chang'an, but because the paths between the bamboo buildings are almost identical, it is sometimes difficult to distinguish whether they have experienced the same bamboo building.

However, almost all of the internal qi in Meng Yu's sea of qi has turned into aura, and aura can track the flow of air, including four kinds of aura: angry, dead, internal and aura. Anger is the breath of the living person, the air flow that exists in every person, and flows in the body with the breath; Dead air, which is the air flow that only exists after death, is the qi that lingers around the corpse, making the corpse resist the anger of the living; And internal qi and aura are also unique qi of martial artists.

When a person's qi is combined, it becomes a special breath, which is each person's own qi, that is, a sign of identity. And Meng Yu also wanted to find the evil hook through this qi, so that he would force him to hand over the antidote.

"Blowing!"

Meng Yu sensed different air currents, and finally found the qi belonging to Wu Xie Gou in a relatively large bamboo building, he stopped his figure lightly, walked in slowly, and saw a middle-aged man with a scar, his face also pulled down, all the breath on his body bloomed, and the raging air flow blew everything in the room.

"Evil Hook! Take out the antidote to Lao Tzu! ”

In an instant, all the condensed qi blades around his body flew out, forming a huge sword array, enveloping the black evil hook and blocking all his movements.

Meng Yu took a step forward, easily walked in front of the giant sword array, looked at the calm face of the black evil hook in the sword array, smiled coldly, he held a huge qi training long sword in his hand, and turned his eyes to look at the weapons on the table, a little shocked.

Twin swords?

Legend has it that the Jumang Witch God also uses dual swords, so in this way, the Wuye tribe is probably really a branch of the descendants of the Jumang Witch God, and there are indeed ruins in the dense forest.

"Who are you, and what have you come to me for? Judging by your appearance, you should be a Tang person, did you come to this southern wilderness jungle for the relics? Darn! Since you're here for the ruins, don't blame me! ”

After speaking, he exuded a green poisonous gas all over his body, looked at Meng Yu with a cold face, and said with a smile: "This is Tianyin San, if you inhale it into your body, not only will your internal organs be torn, but you will not die immediately, you will be tortured by the pain of your internal organs and six internal organs, and it will intensify every quarter of an hour, and soon you will have no strength!" ”

The poisonous gas emitted by his body is similar to his internal qi, I am afraid that what he cultivates is poison gong, although the witch god of Jumang is the witch god who is in charge of the sun and the grass and trees, but there is also the difference between poison and medicine between the grass and trees, so according to this, the exercises of the Wuyi tribe may be able to practice poison gong or qigong with therapeutic effects.

"Hehe, is it poisonous? It's a pity, for people like me, poison is the most useless means, because Lao Tzu is invincible! ”

Meng Yu scolded, jumped up directly, raised his fist, and hit Wu Evil Gou's big face with a punch, beating him out, Wu Evil Gou's body was huge, and he actually pierced the bamboo building out of a big hole, and Meng Yu also chased after him, rushed out and kicked again, Wu Evil Gou was played by him between applause, unable to move.

It stands to reason that Wu Evil Gou is a martial artist of the Eight Heavens of the Acquired Realm, and his strength is also extraordinary, coupled with the relationship of poison skills, even in the Eightfold Heaven Realm, there are few opponents, but he was unfortunate to meet Meng Yu, who is invincible to all poisons, and his strength is not as strong as Meng Yu's, so he can only be beaten.

When Meng Yu came in just now, he used his sword qi to seal the acupoints and tendons of the black evil hook, so that he could not use all his internal qi, so that even if he wanted to resist, he would be powerless.

"Why do you make the people of the Southern Wilderness City suffer? Spicy bastard, you also killed the caravan of the Nan family, do you know that they were entrusted by me, Lao Tzu trampled you to death! ”

Meng Yu was angry, raised his foot and kept stepping on Wu Xiegou's face, beating him to a blue nose and swollen face, and even his snot was punched.

(To be continued)