There was a cold light blooming in Jiumu's eyebrows, and he hated the slave owner deeply, if it weren't for this, how could he go around and around for so long, for several years.

Moreover, the appearance of these slave owners made him instinctively sense that something was wrong, and maybe something might happen.

"Are these people here again? what are they looking for?" the old patriarch said coldly when he heard this, and there was a surge of anger.

"No matter what the old patriarch is looking for, none of this can let them leave the Great Wilderness alive. The crowd's anger shows the attitude of the crowd towards the slave owners.

"Yes, the old patriarch must not let them leave here alive. ”

In response, outside the old patriarch's stone house, more and more clansmen who heard the news were full of anger when they heard about the slave owners.

"Well, it is true that they cannot be allowed to leave, and it is also necessary to find out what they are doing in the wilderness, and it is better to be able to avoid future troubles forever. Another old man spoke, with majestic blood flowing all over his body, and he opened his mouth with a sinister voice.

"In that case, the movements of those slave owners are all handed over to you. The old patriarch nodded, and did not hesitate, at this time they already had enough strength to deal with these things.

"Rest assured. An old man stood up and grinned, but it gave people a feeling of iron and blood.

As the old patriarch spoke, the entire clan moved, sharpening their knives, as if what was coming was not a strong enemy, but an animal to be slaughtered.

Obviously, at this time, in their opinion, these slave owners are jackals in human skin, all of them are not a pity to die, the people have a depression in the hearts of the slave owners, the original group was beaten up by the slave owners, precarious, once it was broken, the fate of their entire group can be imagined, and now they have enough strength to face these murderous slave owners, how can they let the original enemy leave safely.

After all the clansmen left, the old patriarch looked at Jiu Mu on the side and suddenly asked, "Xiao Mu, what do you think about this matter?"

"Huh?" Jiu Mu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then reacted and replied: "These slave owners have appeared here three times and twice, I suspect that their target is not us, and it may be just incidental to deal with us, but I don't know their original purpose." ”

"Well, it's the same as I thought, there were slave owners who left at the beginning, maybe they met something, so there were one after another. ”

The old patriarch nodded when he heard this, his eyes not only looked towards the depths of the mountain, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"One after another?" Jiu Mu was keenly aware of the unusual, and from the words of the old patriarch, it could be heard that those slave owners obviously did not appear for the second time, how could other clansmen not know about these things? No, maybe some clansmen knew, what was going on in them? Or did the old patriarch find something?

At this time, the old patriarch had already walked out and walked towards the ancestral hall, as if he was looking for the old ancestor.

"Komaki, why are you still here? I heard that the slave owners have crossed the river and gone deep into the mountains. I don't know when, Yan Mao ran over and watched Jiu Mu speak.

"Uh, then where should I go?" Jiu Mu was stunned when asked, wasn't he waiting for news?

Yan Mao: "......"

Soon a low voice rang out, resounding throughout the group, and everyone immediately moved.

As the sound fell, a figure sprang out, carrying a head and flying towards it, and then landed steadily in the field.

"The slave owners are here, and it seems that these slave owners are really looking for death!" said one of the clansmen in a low voice, and then threw the slave's head on the ground.

Soon, a powerful aura bloomed out in the mountains, and the mountains that shook were shaky, and the majestic qi and blood erupted, as if they were rising in the mountains on a ** day.

"It's not good, the old man has made a move, act quickly. Before the words fell, a sturdy figure had already rushed out, accompanied by three figures that were so fast that they were blurred, and there was not even an afterimage left.

The three of them are really Jiu Mu and Yan Mao Yanmeng, their strength is strong, in an instant, they have swept out hundreds of zhang, and a few flashes disappeared directly.

As they left, a figure rushed out, led by Shang Gu and a group of others, who rushed forward with murderous vigour.

"Huh?!The strength is not weak, this is really an inconspicuous small tribe?" In a tent in the distance, a hazy figure stretched his waist lazily, making a puzzled sound, the voice was soft and waxy, making people have a strong desire to protect, but a few gorgeously dressed creatures not far away were suddenly excited, shivering, and some disgusted avoidance.

"At the beginning, it was reported that this small tribe still retains extremely ancient rituals and has extraordinary powers. A voice sounded on the other side, but he knew a lot of news.

"The power of primitive sacrifices? There are no legends that are true, but it makes me more and more curious. The temptation that the voice in the curtain inadvertently emanated became more and more astonishing, faintly making the sturdy slave carrying the sedan chair blush, and his eyes began to become scattered.

The group of slaves beside him bowed their heads deeply, their bodies trembling, and they couldn't help but tremble.

"If you want to know more about that kind of thing, maybe you can get more news from the humble little tribe here. A slightly immature voice sounded, and on a stone corner, a child-like man spoke, a pigtail shook to the sky, and a layer of invisible fluctuations escaped, filling the void.

"It seems that we have to plan the same, there are too many mysteries in this wilderness, this trip may need to join forces, if that kind of ancestral spirit is not sure, it is better to be careful, it is better to catch that old guy first, what do you think?"

The sound of an urn exploded, this person looked ordinary and extreme, he looked a little honest, and he looked quite normal among these slave owners, but the voice was weird.

"Hey, there are a few little dolls. ”

In the mountains, the figures of Jiumu and a few people have fallen, looking at the sea of people in the distance, my heart is also trembling, there are too many slaves, and those slave owners don't look good.

A curtain light veil, a strange boy, a seemingly honest person, and a treacherous old woman, such a combination makes people shudder, and the eyes of several people gradually turn cold.

Although the cultivation of several slave owners is strong, what is even more frightening is the tide formed by the black and oppressive slaves.

"The cultivation of these little dolls looks pretty good, two Sendais, one Lingtai, tsk, such a talent is rare even in some large parts. The old woman spoke quietly, her eyes cold and red, staring at the three of them.

The three of them were looking at them with goosebumps all over their bodies, and they shivered slightly, and that kind of gaze made people extremely uncomfortable.

"I hate the gaze of this lady very much, what should I do if I want to hammer her to death?" Yan Mao asked in a low voice, speaking to the two of them.

Jiumu's eyes were full of surprise, honest people couldn't stand it, it seemed that this old woman's gaze was poisonous.

"Bloody, go ahead, kill her!" Jiu Mu groaned slightly and spoke.

"Well, go ahead, I've got your back!" Yan Meng echoed.

"Well, Mao boy, go, kill this old woman, Lao Tzu has long been unhappy with her. The old man Zhenfu was also on the side.

"You ......" Yan Mao was stunned, what is the situation? Didn't you say that we would go together?

"Hahaha, old woman, they want to kill you. The boy in the distance beat his chest and feet, laughed so much that he couldn't straighten his waist, and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve from time to time, and his expression was extremely exaggerated.

"Uh, old woman, what did you do to them, why did they want to kill you?" the plain-faced man scratched his head innocently, and said with some puzzlement.

"Ghost woman, it seems that your old face is really hated by people and ghosts!" The lazy voice in the curtain came out, soft and glutinous, and the voice was soft and crisp to the bones.

"Shut up, you're not the most important thing, and you're embarrassed to say that I, how much better is I than if I picked your skin?" the ghost woman scolded in a low voice, and opened her mouth a little irritably.

"Hmph!" a cold snort came from the curtain, which lowered the temperature here a lot, making people feel cold, and there was a faint murderous momentum, obviously the ghost woman said that her feet hurt, and she was a little annoyed and angry.

"Alright, enough of the jokes, it's time to get down to business. I don't know where a treacherous voice came from, which suddenly made the four of them look upright, and they all looked up here.

The voice was eerie, as if it appeared out of thin air, extremely mysterious, and as if it was everywhere, and in that crowd, it was as if every slave was a mysterious person who made a sound.

"Be careful, there may be some mysterious existence here, I don't know the strength, maybe it's a little difficult. "The old man didn't let a few babies take the risk immediately, there are too many slaves here, and the strength of those four slave owners is also extremely strong, once they are dragged down, it is very likely that they will be broken one by one.

It doesn't matter if something happens to him, but these babies can't be fine, in Zhenfu's eyes, these babies are obviously much more important than him, an old guy who is half-cut into the ground.

"Uncle Gu, they are all here, that old woman is very annoying, well, I'll give you Yanmao. Yan Meng noticed the incomparably strong aura behind him, and pointed to the ghost woman and said to Yan Mao.

"Actually, I'm curious about the man inside the curtain!" Yan Mao lowered his head and muttered quietly with a red face.

The three of Jiu Mu all looked at Yan Mao with strange eyes, but the concave and convex shadows that came out of the curtain were no wonder that Yan Mao, an energetic young man, was curious.

"That woman is like a ghost woman, and you are curious when you hear the voice! What if you look at me, and if you are frightened?"