Yi Amin looked at Mo Zibai, did not answer his question, and asked, "Who are you?" What are you doing here? ”

"In Xia Mozibai, entrusted by Cangyun, the general of Lianyun Zhenbei, I came to consult with your patriarch to resist the affairs of the Hundred Eyes Clan. On my way here, I found that the army of the Hundred Eyes had reached the outside of the valley, and it would not be long before it would attack. Mo Zibai looked at Yi Amin and explained his intention.

"You're late, the patriarch has already gone out with the warriors, and he may have already fought with those monsters." Iamin sighed and said, "Now I can only pray that the patriarch and them can achieve victory, so you might as well run for your life." ”

Mo Zibai looked at the young man in front of him, who was only twenty-five or sixteen years old at most, but his tone of voice was like the vicissitudes of life of an old man who was hundreds of years old.

"Where did they go from? Tell me and I'll help. ”

Yi Amin glanced at Mo Zibai, "Go out from the entrance of the village, all the way to the south, that's the direction they left." ”

Mo Zibai nodded, turned around, and looked at Yun Ni, "You stay here, wait for me to come back, two hours later, if I haven't come back, you can run for your life." ”

Winnie nodded, "Hmm." ”

"Can you get her some herbs?" Mo Zibai pointed to the rose on the horse's back and asked Iami.

Iamin nodded, "Put her down." ”

Mo Zibai looked at Yun Ni, "I'm leaving." ”

Winnie watched his departing back, and at this moment another sword stabbed into her chest, and the pain was unstoppable.

"Come here, help me cut off the carrion from her." Iamin stared at her.

Winnie looked at Rose's exposed wound, which was rotten, foul-smelling, and dripping with pus. Her heart was extremely sad, Rose was trying to block an arrow, otherwise it would be her lying on the ground at this moment. Rose, you must get better, she cut the carrion for Rose, and prayed in her heart, hoping for another miracle. Although she was in a coma, the pain still made Rose's face hideous.

"Okay, don't cut it anymore." Iamin threw away a bag of herbs, "Mash these herbs and put them on the wound, whether you can survive depends on the will of God." ”

After all this, Rose still didn't wake up, but her breathing was a little steady, and she poked her forehead, which was still hot.

Iamin turned around and entered the house, knelt down facing the wall, and kept praying to his ancestors, hoping that the heroic spirits of the ancestors would bless the patriarch and his party, and that they would be able to overcome this calamity. Yunnie walked up to Iamin's side, knelt down gently, and prayed to Heaven as Iamin did.

Mo Zibai's figure shuttled through the forest very quickly, and after a while, he was two miles away, and at this time, he wished that his speed was faster. This group of Damo guys must not fight with the Hundred Eyes, and even if they do, they had better not be finished, he thought to himself.

Two quarters of an hour later, there was a fierce battle ahead, but fortunately, the Damo were not finished yet, and things did not go in the worst direction. After stopping in place and resting for three minutes, his body flew towards an off-string arrow.

At this time, he had already seen the figure of the Damo, hundreds of warriors led by more than a hundred warriors with totemic patterns, fighting with a group of people. Yes, their opponent is not the Hundred-Eyed Clan, but a group of Terrans, the controlled Terrans, all of them Terrans who have reached the Qi Realm.

Looking around, but there was no trace of the Hundred-Eyed Clan, where were these monsters, he was very puzzled. He remembered the traces he had explored, those guys with eyes on their heads, and these controlled Qi realm masters.

Before he had time to think, his body rushed out quickly, because these Damo warriors were no match for these Qi Realm masters at all. Just as he was thinking for a moment, two warriors fell.

His body was as fast as lightning, and the sword in his hand turned into a demon soldier who harvested his life, and in a moment, more than a dozen qi realm masters ended in his hands. He didn't have the slightest mercy for these puppets of the Hundred-Eyed Clan, whose spirits had been devoured, and they were completely a walking corpse or a movable corpse, similar to a weapon.

Iamo's head was covered in blood, a deep wound on his forehead, his eyes were blurred, but the person opposite him greeted him mercilessly. Taking a deep breath, the tomahawk in his hand was a large roulette wheel, slashing the opponent who rushed up in two.

At this time, he wiped the blood from his eyes, scanned the surroundings, and his heart ached. In the battle just now, the corpses of dozens of warriors were scattered on the ground, and these puppets of the Hundred Eyes Clan, who didn't know the pain, suppressed them.

"Warriors, kill me!" Iamo yelled.

"Kill!" In the forest, the roar was loud, and for a while, the morale of the Damo tribe was high.

Seeing this, Mo Zibai shook his head, he shouldn't fight with these puppets at all, as long as he finds the Hundred-Eyed Clan who controls these puppets and kills them, these puppets will lose their combat effectiveness.

Those warriors who are painted with totems are better, and they can compete with the masters of the qi realm, as for the warriors who do not have totem patterns, often three or five people are not the opponents of a puppet of the qi realm.

Taking a deep breath, Mozi Bai picked up his true qi, and in an instant, his speed was countless times faster, shuttling through a group of Wonderland puppets. The sword in his hand spun like a windmill, and the gusts of air caused the branches around him to sway wildly, and the leaves fell all over the ground. When he stopped, dozens of Qi Realm puppets fell behind him.

Fortunately, these are puppets, without thoughts, fighting only by instinct, otherwise he would not have been able to do it so easily. Not to mention anything else, as long as this requires these qi puppets, the true qi around the body of luck will definitely be much stronger in combat effectiveness.

With the addition of Mo Zibai, the pressure on the intuition of the warriors of the Damo tribe suddenly decreased a lot, and some people kept casting curious glances at him, wondering who this person who was shrouded in a hat and clothes and why he wanted to help them.

The battle in front of us continued, and no one said a word. Mo Zibai was like a whirlwind, and wherever his body went, the puppets around him also fell. A quarter of an hour later, hundreds of puppets made him finish off more than half of it, and by this time his true qi had run out and he had to stop killing.

"Friend, I am the patriarch of the Damo tribe, Iamo, and I am here to thank you for your great kindness on behalf of all the people." Iamo led the rest of the warriors to Mo Zibai's side, bowed and saluted.

"Now is not the time to talk about this, Patriarch Iamo, the main force of the Hundred Eyes Clan is missing, and those who remain here to fight with you are all puppets. So the most important thing at the moment is to find the movement of those monsters. Mozibai gasped and said.