Two days have passed in the blink of an eye, Luo Chen in the Qingfeng Sword Realm has a broken arm, he dragged a leg that has failed, holding the broken arm in his hand, slowly moving towards the weeds, his back is full of demon beast corpses, densely piled into a hill, here becomes bloody, the smell of blood spread to a radius of ten miles, Luo Chen must leave here as soon as possible, the sweetness of blood will attract more beasts and demon beasts. This is not a great wilderness, there are no human beings, and the beasts have no awareness of guarding against human beings, so the attack will be extremely fierce and unscrupulous.

Luo Chen's chest was pierced by a huge claw mark, and even a large intestine flowed out, and there was no spiritual power on his body. He also had a broken arm. If he didn't recuperate, he might die, and he felt his body temperature gradually drop. In the group of demon beasts just now, there were ten fifth-order peak demon beasts, three half-step sixth-order demon beasts, and one great demon in the early sixth-order stage. In this sword realm, he can't transform into that dark state of losing his mind. You won't be able to defeat an opponent who is higher than your rank. But a genius is a genius after all, Luo Chen used the technique of mutual restraint to kill them all, and he also paid a great price, one arm was broken, and Luo Chen didn't know if this arm could be connected. Luo Chen looked at that arm, he felt a little panicked, the forehead metacarpal bone on it was still there, but the flesh on the five fingers and the flesh of the metacarpal bone were all licked clean by a land sloth beast, and without the blessing of spiritual power, it was simply vulnerable in front of the demon beast.

Luo Chen walked half a mile, only feeling as if he had walked all his life, and he used the little divine power he had left to eliminate the smell and blood stains on the road he had walked. He was now hiding in a pile of weeds in a cave, where there was supposed to be some fierce fellow, who might be able to save his life for a while. As soon as Luo Chen lay down in the grass, he felt that his consciousness was drifting. At this moment, above the sky, the sound of birds singing through the clouds came through the clouds, as if looking for prey on the ground.

"Visceral Bird ......"

Luo Chen saw a gray scavenging bird streak over him, after all, Luo Chen still couldn't resist the gradual dissipation of consciousness, and the world in front of him slowly darkened.

In the wild world, there was a change again, and it was snowing heavily all day, but for some reason, it suddenly stopped today. The howling north wind and the vast array of snow all dissipated in a moment, and the fiery Tai broke through the gloomy clouds again, and sprinkled the fiery golden light on the earth. Countless barbarian people were excited, and they all took off their heavy leather clothes and bowed to the sun to thank the barbarian gods.

In the belief of the barbarians, the sun is sacrosanct and inviolable, and the barbarian god is the embodiment of the god of the sun.

The only strange thing was that the sun was bigger than ever, and the fiery sun scorched the earth like a ball of fire. In less than half an hour, the snow on the branches of the trees was quietly slipping, drops of water were sliding on the leaves, and the leaves that were frozen in snow began to slowly emerge green, and after the nourishment of the university, it seemed to be more verdant than before. There is more noise between the great wilderness, the roar of huge beasts, and the sound of monsters crashing into the dense forest throughout the sky, huge birds appear in the sky of the great wilderness again, soaring, casting a large shadow on the ground, the wild beasts and monsters all know that the hard days are going to pass!

The Scimitar tribe in Northern Xinjiang, the Scimitar King sighed for half a month, his own people every few days, there will be a hungry young child or old man, even if he goes out hunting in person, the harvest is still pitiful, it is difficult to maintain the tribal expenses of the scimitar. The black market for scimitars has long been closed, and the heavy snow has sealed the mud and stone city. The Fengchuan tribe also evacuated all its tribesmen, as did the other tribes. The old man Yang who sold wine also ran away with a wine gourd, such a change of heaven is really not something that can be easily fought by manpower.

It is estimated that Old Man Yang is also worried about the Wushan tribe, after all, with this kind of weather, it is estimated that such a small tribe will not be able to cope with it.

Few people know that Old Man Yang, a guy who is stronger than a demon general, why doesn't he sit in the Wushan tribe, develop and grow his tribe, and choose to find such a black market and sell wine for a living. But in fact, this old man was extremely lustful when he was young, violated the young female master of other clans, and suddenly caused a big disaster for the Wushan tribe, and the Wushan tribe was angry and drove this guy out, but who knew that the old man Yang had a hard life and couldn't die, and under the hard cultivation of wind and food, thirst and hard work, he actually broke the eighth-order cultivation and directly became the top master of the Great Wilderness, but unfortunately the old man Yang was angry in his heart, and he would not live or die in the Wushan tribe, so he claimed to be the retired elder of the Wushan tribe on the surface.

But this secret is only known to Jing Nan.

After Old Man Yang returned to the Wushan tribe, the tribe was attacked by three mutant demon beasts and one ordinary demon beast impact. The first three times the people came violently, but fortunately, the number was not very large, each time there were dozens, and it was not troublesome for Old Man Yang to deal with it, but the tribe still suffered a lot of impact, many houses collapsed, and the tribe's gates and defensive walls were all damaged. The last time the ordinary demon beasts impacted, it was all hungry and desperate red-eyed guys, who were simply beaten away, and they also left a lot of food for the Wushan tribe.

But other small tribes are not so lucky, such as the Hengshan tribe, the Duoze tribe, the Xiaoliangshan tribe and the border marsh tribe have all been wiped out, and the matter of mutant monsters has spread rapidly like acute poison, slaughtering a large number of tribes and pulling everyone's hearts up. It was only at this time that many tribes realized that the mutated army of undead demon beasts was not a rumor, but a real existence. And strong. How powerful is it? In half a day, it is enough to annihilate two or three tribes of dozens of people.

In the blink of an eye, a living tribe was gone, permanently erased from the wilderness. Nowadays, the smaller tribes are in danger, and the larger tribes, such as the Manshan tribe and the Fengchuan tribe, have not moved yet. They are quietly building up their defenses in order to meet the unforeseen need. This is an absolute catastrophe and no one is immune.

Mo Yunfeng stared at the water droplets slowly dripping under the eaves, but he was not happy at all, and even a little panicked.