Chapter 47: Mirage

Time is in a hurry, it has been a year since Lin Fan came to the Jinwu tribe, and his body injuries have almost recovered. Only the wounds of the Great Dao in the body are indelible, but in the domineering Xuangong cultivation of the 'battle' character, it is in a state of delicate balance with the strength of the body, and it does not affect the exertion of strength.

Say goodbye to the autumn yellow leaves, the cold winter is coming as promised, and the snow will be covered in silver for the earth. The cold wind is like a knife, and the howling sound is like a ghost crying wolf.

At this time, it was the most difficult time for the Jinwu tribe, and the harsh weather environment made this vast mountain forest almost a dead place, and it was difficult to find any living creatures.

The lack of food has always been the most headache faced by the Jinwu tribe, although some of them have been accumulated on weekdays, but it is undoubtedly useless for the more than 300 people of the whole clan.

Most of the people in the clan are old and weak, women and children, and only one-third of them are young and middle-aged, except for Jin Teng and Manling and the other five or six people, the others are basically the cultivation of eight-star martial artists. It's hard to survive in a dangerous place with this kind of strength.

Many times, Lin Fan has seen that the clansmen who went out hunting not only did not harvest anything, but were scarred and came back in an extremely embarrassed manner, and basically there would be casualties every time. This also made him once again deeply appreciate the cruel rules of survival in this world.

Here, Lin Fan also felt the truth, goodness and beauty of the world, the Jinwu people are kind and simple, although he is a human being, but he is not regarded as an outsider, not only Jin Teng and others take care of him meticulously, but even the children of the tiger baby are moved again and again in the daily bits and pieces.

Now that he has regarded himself as a member of the Golden Crow Clan, his strength is even slightly frightened by the Barbarian Mountains, it is really hard to imagine that a human ** can fight the strongest barbarian body that the descendants of the demon beasts are proud of.

Lin Fan's joining has greatly increased the success rate of the Jinwu clan in hunting, he has a keen sense, and has an almost demonic perception of danger, and has helped the clan escape from danger many times. Many of his clansmen were convinced.

It was already a cold winter, and the calm mountains and forests were much more dangerous than before, and many demon beasts that went out to hunt for prey were ten times more fierce than usual under hunger. In such a situation, the clansmen going out is undoubtedly the food of the demon beasts.

The snow was fluttering, the cold wind was howling, Lin Fan quietly walked out of the tribe, stepping on the snow that had submerged into his calves, making a creaking sound.

Last night, he overheard Jin Teng's sigh and sigh, and he also understood the embarrassment of the Jin Crow clan at this moment. After living here for a year, he had already regarded himself as a member of the Golden Crow Clan, so he would not stay out of it.

In the same way, he also has his own considerations, dozens of people acting together The target is too large and prone to danger. He is different, with his strength, he can deal with everything within a radius of five hundred miles.

Wrapped in a heavy animal skin and carrying a spear on his back, he went on the road lightly.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the footprints behind him were covered in an instant, and suddenly, Lin Fan stopped, looked at a snow slope not far away, and said, "Don't hide, come out." ”

"Hehe" Two black shadows slipped down the snow slope, and one of them grabbed his hair embarrassedly, and said: "Brother Lin Fan" is a tiger baby with his honest appearance.

Lin Fan said with a cold face: "What are you doing here? Go back quickly." ”

"Brother Lin Fan, we want to go with you. The tiger baby was a little afraid to look at Lin Fan's eyes, lowered her head and whispered.

And the young man next to him was holding his head high, with long hair and a shawl, and his not very handsome face was full of wild atmosphere, he looked at Lin Fan, biting his lip tightly, but he did not avoid it, the firm look in his eyes had revealed his inner thoughts, faintly, this young man's temperament was quite similar to Lin Fan.

"Jin Chen, you will only become a burden, go back with the tiger baby. ”

The boy shook his head, didn't say a word, and stood in the wind and snow, unmoved.

Lin Fan's face showed a look of anger: "Don't you even listen to me now?"

Facing the scorching gaze, Jin Chen's pupils shrank slightly, and said, "We can protect ourselves and won't be a burden to you, and I also want to actually combat the martial arts you have taught during this time." ”

"Stop messing around, do you know how dangerous it is?"

"Master" suddenly saw Lin Fan's gradually cold gaze, Jin Chen hurriedly changed his words, and said: "Brother Lin Fan, the Golden Crow Imperial Clan, which was once glorious for eternity and overwhelmed all races, has fallen in comfort, and without experiencing death and danger, our clan will never be able to get out of this mountain forest." ”

Due to his emotion, the golden crow pattern on Jin Chen's body was lifelike, and a pair of wings had extended to his neck, looming, revealing a touch of red light.

Lin Fan was silent, spit out sword-shaped white gas, and finally nodded helplessly, still a little relieved, and advised: "Protect yourself." ”

Hearing this, Jin Chen and Huwa smiled, the former nodded vigorously, and between the palms of his hands, a golden flame beat in the palm of his hand, and in the heart of that flame, there seemed to be something, the distorted shape, like the prototype of a heavenly monument.

Lin Fan nodded appreciatively, Jin Chen was an unexpected gain for him in the Golden Crow Clan, this was a genius, his cultivation speed was not much better than his former self, and he was extremely smart.

After Lin Fan obtained the refining body of the Golden Crow Clan in the hands of Jin Teng, he taught the Nine Tablets Ancient Method to Jin Chen, but this was a secret between the two, no one knew, and even Jin Chen himself thought that this was just a powerful martial art.

The three of them faced the wind and snow, and their figures quickly disappeared into the vast white.

At this time, in front of the gate of the Golden Crow Clan, the whimpering wind was like the roar of a demon beast, full of shocking power that penetrated the soul. In that endless expanse, a few black dots suddenly appeared, and they walked through the snow and quickly walked here.

The first was a young man, his whole body shrouded in black robes, and his wide cloak hunted in the wind and snow. He raised his head to reveal a pale face, and his eyes covered by black hair flashed from time to time.

The man shouted, "Patriarch Kim." There was a sense of superiority in the deep voice.

Behind him stood a dozen guards in strong suits, carrying several large boxes, with tiny pillars of blood frozen into ice between them.

Dozens of figures rushed out of the many houses in the Golden Crow Clan, and the barbarian ridge took the lead with a giant hammer, and the mountain-like body stepped on the ground with a muffled thud, causing snow to splash everywhere. A group of people behind him.

It's really a group of giant-like bodies, although the weather is so cold, they are still ** upper body. In particular, the iron chains on Manling's body made a loud noise as they ran, casting a large shadow on the ground, bringing infinite oppression to people's hearts.

An old cough came from the air, and the Jinwu people paused and separated from each other. The patriarch of Jin Teng slowly walked to the front with a black stick in his hand, and in the wind and snow, he couldn't see what his expression was.

"Patriarch Jin!" the young man shouted again, saying that he was respectful, but he was only slightly bowing.

Jin Teng nodded, then glanced behind the young man, and said with a little unhappiness: "Yang Xiu, didn't I tell you not to let the second person know that he came here?"

The young man smiled lightly: "Patriarch Jin, the grace of saving lives should be reciprocated by the spring, I know that this is the time when food is scarce in the clan, so I can't sleep at night." These things are a little bit of my heart, and I hope to help my people get through this. These are the guards of the house, and I wouldn't have been able to get there so quickly without them. ”

"You have a heart. Jin Teng's face improved slightly, and he said, "Come in." ”

Crunch

The huge wooden door slowly rose, Yang Xiu and the others put the huge box on the altar, making a muffled sound, opening it to see, it was full of grain and meat, and suddenly there were bursts of cheers in the clan, and some children couldn't help but drool.

Jin Teng's eyes slowly narrowed, and the guards brought by Yang Xiu were carrying swords one by one, and there was a strong killing aura surging around them, and their eyes were full of indifference to the world. It seems colder than this. A group of people stood there, but they seemed to be nothing, and even their breath was hidden to the extreme. At first glance, it is a specially trained dead soldier

Poof

The sharp spear pierced the air like a poisonous dragon, bringing up a string of terrible blood flowers, and a huge body fell to the ground with a bang, and the blood instantly wet the ground, and a touch of red was so dazzling in pure white.

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief and showed a hint of a smile, today's harvest is very good, he has already killed the three-headed saber-toothed tiger in such a short time. Quickly bury the body in the snow, make a mark, and bring it back to the clan when he returns.

Lin Fan said: "Are you all right?"

Jin Chen shook his head, his face remained unchanged, on the other hand, the tiger baby was a little embarrassed, her whole body was covered with snow, and her fat body was like a snowman.

Suddenly, a golden light lit up from the horizon, as striking as a ray of morning light illuminating the darkness. The sudden appearance in this world is extremely strange.

The golden light flickered and turned into bits of brilliance in the air, and the void changed dramatically between twisting and fluctuating.

Qionglou Yuyu, small bridge and flowing water, a hundred flowers compete for beauty, full of green. The fairyland-like picture clearly appeared in the air, countless gods and birds and aliens rested comfortably in the flowers, and in that cloudy place, a group of fairies in white clothes could be faintly seen flying by.

Even if they are far apart, the three of them seem to be immersed in the scene, and they have even smelled the fragrance of a hundred flowers, which makes people immersed in it and forget to return.

Suddenly, a huge hole suddenly cracked in the sky, as if someone was tearing it hard, quickly forming an abyss, and a torrent of golden liquid poured down, drowning everything in an instant.

The fairyland disappeared, turning into a golden magma lake, and on the churning surface of the lake, an incomparably huge object slowly fell, literally standing up to the sky. Its appearance shattered the distorted void for a moment, and the nine heavens seemed to be sucked in, and the stars exploded, and the boundless golden light enveloped everything and wiped everything out.

Lin Fan's chest was struck like lightning, he snorted, and his backward footsteps left deep footprints in the snow.

He shook his head, felt a faint pain, and looked up, the fairyland still existed, and the devastating scene of the end never seemed to have appeared.

Jin Chenhu asked suspiciously, "Brother Lin Fan, what's wrong with you?"

"Do you see anything else?"

"Nope. Jin Chen shook his head, feeling that Lin Fan was a little weird today.

Hearing this, Lin Fan's brows suddenly furrowed, and he unconsciously clenched the weapon in his hand. "Why did this stuff suddenly appear?"

"It's a natural phenomenon, a mirage. ”