The simple bridge made of big trees in front of it has been blocked, and one end of the bridge has been blocked by the Shura tribe downstream, these Shura who look like maned dogs face the humans on this side of the bridge like wild beasts, with black and red eyes, bared teeth, and salivation, and after these Shura, there are other Shura people who continue to come, gathering by the river and roaring in a low voice.

Although these Shura tribes, who gathered more and more, were fierce, they only stayed by the river, and even many of them had already stood in the turbulent river on both sides of the bridge, and they did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pond and step on the wooden bridge. This situation is only due to the fact that there are now two Shura wearing cloth robes at each end of the wooden bridge.

The human end is naturally a black-and-white-eyed Zilong, he just stood quietly on the wooden bridge, without saying a word, coldly looking at the crude cloth robe Shura on the opposite side, the rough cloth robe on the other side of the Shura is the Shura leader who hunted down humans in the jungle and escorted humans to the castle, he is still the same honest smile facing Zilong at this end of the bridge, his dark hands kept rubbing, and the smile on his face still had a hint of flattery, but despite this, he still stood at this end of the wooden bridge without the slightest intention of retreating.

Zilong whispered softly, and the leader also turned pale when he heard it, and his smile was no longer there. The face of the leader of Shura was full of hesitation and unwillingness, and just when he was still struggling, a sharp hiss interrupted his thinking, and it turned out to be a thin Shura standing by the river on his side who was squeezed into the turbulent river by his fellow clan, he struggled desperately in the water and howled, trying to swim back to the shore, but he obviously couldn't resist the impact of the river with a huge drop in the deep mountains, and was washed away at once, Shura next to the river looked at the same clan who was washed away by the river, as if he saw a stone that fell into the river, There is not the slightest fluctuation.

The leader looked at the small black dots in the river, and seemed to think of something, and grinned his trademark honest smile. He suddenly turned around and let out a violent hiss towards the Shura who were gathering more and more behind him, this hiss was huge and formed an echo in the valley, and before the echo of his hissing could be heard, the surging Shura crowd also suddenly erupted into a burst of cheering hiss, roaring and roaring mixed with the echo of the leader's hissing, forming a huge momentum in front of the wooden bridge, resounding through the valley, the surging Shura crowd on the wooden bridge was even more fierce and restless, and the red light in his eyes was even worse, like a pack of wolves in a cage waiting for the head wolf to open the cage door.

Glancing at the Shura group by the river with satisfaction, the leader turned to look at the black-and-white-eyed dragon with a triumphant face, raised his left hand leisurely, raised five thick and ugly fingers, and then habitually clicked his mouth.

The black-and-white-eyed dragon looked at the people behind the leader who were more unbearable than the beasts, and his eyes that seemed to be cold for ten thousand years couldn't help but show a trace of sadness and anger, but this look only floated in his eyes for a moment, and then he was taken away. He still looked at the leader coldly, and let out the same low snort as before.

Hearing his low voice that did not change at all, the look on Shura's face turned cold again, thinking that his goal of coercing everyone of his clan to force Zilong to submit failed, he was also annoyed and angry, and let out a low chirp, and a Shura dressed in animal skin behind him immediately handed over a spear, took the leader of the spear with his hand, stared at Zilong with gloomy eyes, and made a gesture of preparing for battle.

And the Wolong in the human group secretly screamed badly when he heard the scream of the leader, and when he shouted to Zilong to stop it, his voice was also drowned out in the ensuing Shura group roar. His body was already extremely weak, and the cry of urgency took a great deal of strength, and it was only after the leader took the spear that he recovered. So he hurriedly whistled to Zilong in front of him, and Zilong, who heard Wolong's voice, also changed his face, and he no longer communicated in the face of the Shura leader, rubbing his fingers, and making a singing sound in his mouth.

The leader of Shura, who was still full of hope, saw Zilong's movements, and his face also changed dramatically, and the fierceness and horror made him look extremely hideous, he no longer hesitated and suddenly exerted his strength with his feet, and with the loud sound of "bang", he stabbed straight towards Zilong, and the momentum was like an overwhelming sea of mountains and a sea of Shura behind him was also shocked. And this overwhelming leap attack suddenly stopped when it was about to stab Zilong.

At this time, the body of the leader of Shura seemed to jump out of the water but was instantly frozen in the air of the giant shark, the hideous face and the sharp spear ion dragon were only a stone's throw away, but the distance was as inaccessible as the two ends of the railroad tracks, and wisps of black silk appeared in the air around him, and instantly tightly tied to the leader's body, seeing the head of the black silk body, his face was suddenly like ashes, he suddenly let out a desperate roar, and was about to throw the spear in his hand to Zilong. And just as his right arm pulled the black silk in the air, his body began to shatter inch by inch, first the right arm that was swinging vigorously, then the body, the head, the left arm, the legs, and the wooden spear in his hand, time flowed here as if there was a momentary standstill, and the groups on both sides of the river bank were silent at this time, and in the field of everyone's full attention, the leader's burly body, which was considered a man among humans, turned into fragments out of thin air, mixed with blood flowing on the wooden bridge, It fell into the rushing river to form a red vortex, which was then washed downstream.

At this moment, except for the strong smell of blood on the wooden bridge, the leader of Shura seems to have never appeared, and the human and Shura on the other side of the bridge have fallen into complete silence at this time, because such a scene is among the miracles of both humans and Shura, but the thought that comes to the minds of humans who have just arrived in this world is "Is this magic, this is not scientific". On Shura's side, they are more from the perspective of beasts, like a group of rabbits and a lion confronting each other, the strongest leader of the rabbits came to the lion to shout, but was eaten by the lion at will, Shura thought not about the rationality of this matter but about fear and the primitive instinct not to be eaten by the lion. Therefore, the group of Shura, who were still barking their teeth and roaring like maned dogs just now, ready to participate in a gluttonous feast, also whimpered like maned dogs at this time, and the wolf ran and scattered in an instant, leaving only some weak Shura who were trampled and injured in the chaos wailing and screaming in place.

Looking at the Shura who was still black and oppressive on the opposite bridge, it was a mess of white land in less than half a minute, and the human side was also demented, but at this time, Zilong was unwilling to give them time to be stunned, regardless of the trembling body that might fall down at any time, let out a low howl, and then anxiously made a gesture to the crowd to hurry across the bridge, and then walked off the wooden bridge to make way for the passage, people were awakened by his howl, after seeing his miraculous means, they did not dare to have the slightest neglect of his instructions, It was also a quick trot to step on the wooden bridge.

Zhang Lan and Li Junshan, who were behind the crowd, were also as surprised by such a miracle as others when Zilong performed magic, and were surprised that magic really existed in this world, but the two of them accepted it faster than other humans, because in their opinion, there were many unreasonable places in the two of them, and Zhang Lan's two small arms that had regrown at this time were not much more unscientific than Zilong's magic.