Hiss!

The moment he saw it clearly, Jiang Chengcheng gasped!

Flying in the sky, this is flying in the sky.

Even the powerful beings of the Soul Devouring Realm could not fly in the sky.

Under normal circumstances, if a soul warrior wants to fly long distances in the sky, his cultivation must reach the realm of soul opening, not to mention that his battle spirit must also be a bird-like war spirit.

In other words, in the sky were the four powerful beings of the Soul Realm.

The storage of the soul opening realm is comparable to the storage of the national spirit of Biyuan Guozhen.

In other words, if each of these people comes down, they can sweep away the entire Bai Hun Eight Divisions in a minute.

But now, the four Soul Enlightening Realm Beings are just four palanquins.

This discovery made Jiang Cheng's scalp tingle for a while, and the people who collapsed were all the four Soul Enlightening Realm Beings, who would be sitting on the soft collapse, and what kind of Beings would it be?

Could it be the existence of the realm of magnificence?

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng's scalp suddenly cooled, and suddenly fell into an ice cellar.

Jiang Cheng saw that a girl in the sky collapsed, and glanced at it with slightly lowered eyes, which made Jiang Cheng instantly feel like he was being targeted by a peerless beast, and his body instantly stiffened, and he didn't dare to move, allowing the wine to overflow from both sides of his mouth.

Fortunately for Jiang Cheng, the girl who collapsed just glanced at him, and the figure flying in the sky did not pause, and in the blink of an eye, it flew over Jiang Cheng's head.

Ahem, ahem, ahem!

After the four girls flew over, Jiang Cheng coughed violently, he was so frightened that he couldn't swallow just now, and he was choked by burning knives.

"What kind of Cunzi can actually make the four Soul Opening Realm powerful Cunzi as sedan chair men?" Even if the four figures disappeared into the night sky with a soft collapse, Jiang Cheng still had palpitations.

The power of the Soul Opening Realm, the look in his eyes at that moment made Jiang Cheng's heart feel like it was stopping.

Call!

"I don't know when I can soar in the sky like them?" With a sigh of relief, Jiang Cheng stomped on his somewhat numb feet, and Jiang Cheng's eyes immediately focused on the eyes.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Cheng scavenged all the dry food and dried meat brought by the patrol team of the Bai Hun Department that he had killed, and hung them on a muffled thunder horse.

Like the hunters who went out on patrol missions in the Bai Hun Division, each of them would be rationed with two days' worth of food, and for Jiang Cheng now, even a mouthful of food was extremely precious.

Maybe a mouthful of food represents a life for the clansmen.

Looking at the shadowless tribe in the distance, Jiang Cheng was extremely anxious, it has been five days since the heavy snow closed the mountain, maybe the tragic scene of a few years ago in the clan will be staged again.

In fact, it is not maybe, Jiang Cheng knows that according to this year's situation, that scene is destined to be staged, and it may be the most tragic scene in the history of Geshanbu!

Jumping on the muffled thunder, the horsewhip exploded, and Jiang Cheng led the six horsemen to run wildly in the direction of the tribe.

Less than ten miles away, a specially made red-flashing arrow screamed out of Jiang Cheng's hand, and it was very eye-catching in the dark night sky.

It didn't take long for six horsemen to gallop towards the place where the arrows rang out just now.

It was another patrol of the White Hun Division, and as they approached the empty thunderbolt of the six horses, a figure suddenly burst out of the snow.

In an instant, the patrol team of six people was killed by Jiang Cheng, one of them saw the opportunity and turned around and fled early, but before he ran far, he was hit by Jiang Cheng with two spiritual arrows, and the people and horses were blown to pieces.

The patrol team of the Bai Hun Department is equipped with Jiang Cheng still has some understanding, a group of six, led by a soul martial artist. Basically, as long as the Revenant is solved, there is no threat to the others at all!

As before, Jiang Cheng began to scavenge for food, stringing together the five newly captured horses. If it weren't for the fact that he had an insurmountable bottom line in his heart, Jiang Cheng would not even let go of these corpses.

If you don't experience it yourself, you can't appreciate the tragedy of the tribe in the year of the great disaster.

That is the sorrow of the small tribe, and at the same time the honor of the small tribe!

What made Jiang Cheng extremely disappointed was that even if he shè out all the ringing arrows, he didn't wait for the third patrol team of the Bai Hun Division.

If there were two or three more patrol teams, Jiang Cheng risked his life to fight hard, maybe that kind of tragedy could really be avoided! That kind of tragedy that Jiang Cheng would never want to see again if it was possible!

Taking advantage of the night, Jiang Cheng rode a muffled thunder horse and strung ten other muffled thunder horses, running wildly on the snowy grassland. In order to save time, Jiang Cheng even did not hesitate to urge spiritual power to relieve the cold.

Jiang Cheng ran wildly all night, and the goose-feather-like snow also fell all night, covering the messy horseshoe prints tightly, and there was no trace.

When the sky was just shining and Jiang Cheng was shivering from the cold, Jiang Cheng finally saw the tall watchtower of Geshanbu and the open gate.

As well as the dense figures outside the walled gate, as well as the grandfather who is standing on the gate of the walled gate and holding an ancient mysterious ceremony, the grandfather who is thin in the cold wind.

The moment he saw the dense figure, Jiang Cheng's tears flowed down instantly, and when the cold wind blew, they instantly turned into two lines of ice tears.

Jiang Cheng knew very well that those people were not welcoming him back, the clansmen did not have the ability to be an unpredictable prophet, they were saying goodbye, bidding farewell to their relatives

Standing outside the gate of the village are the old and weak in the tribe, the old and the weak and the disabled who spontaneously gather together.

In this cold winter, they will leave their tribe and go to the snow-covered mountains and forests to find a living, saving more food so that the young and young people of the tribe can live.

Inside the gate are their relatives.

The grandfather standing on the gate of the village is holding an ancient ceremony, blessing them and praying for them!

In the second year of Jiang Cheng's arrival in Geshanbu, he experienced once, and on that occasion, nearly thirty gray-haired old men stepped into Geshan with a smile.

That time was also the time when Jiang Cheng was completely integrated into the Geshan Department.

Jiang Cheng will never forget the bright smiles on the faces of nearly thirty gray-haired old men when they walked through the snow and approached the deep mountains to say goodbye to them.

But this time, it's nearly a hundred!

The rumbling of eleven muffled thunder horses did not disturb the ceremony.

Even though the more than 1,000 people of the Geshan clan knew that the Thunder Ji was unique to the Bai Hun Tribe, no one paid attention to it, and no one was afraid.

This moment is the most sacred moment for every tribe, and even if the Great Spirit Gong of the Bai Hun tribe comes, he does not dare to interrupt.

Otherwise, they will be attacked from head to toe and even by the teeth of every clan of the Katsuyama tribe.

Eleven horsemen galloped wildly, and finally caught the attention of the Geshan tribesmen.

Because no one has ever dared to rush towards the gate of the Geshan tribe at this moment, not even the most noble person in the Bai Hun tribe.

No protests, no words, only actions!

All the men who could shoot their bows in the gate of the wall gathered in the wall as fast as they could, and the sound of bowstrings rang non-stop, and hundreds of hunting bows were aimed at the eleven horsemen in an instant.

At this moment, even if it is the extermination of the clan, the bow and arrow of the Geshan Department will not hesitate to save shè.

It's an honor!

It's dignity!

"It's me, Ah Gong, patriarch, it's me! I'm Jiang Cheng, don't shoot the bow!"

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng suddenly jumped out of the muffled thunder, and his body floated out towards the gate like a big bird.

Seeing that it was Jiang Cheng, the corner of the patriarch Ge Xiong's mouth grinned: "This bastard boy, why did you get so many muffled thunders?" With a wave of his hand, the men of the Geshan tribe immediately withdrew their hunting bows, but Jiang Cheng's arrival did not make the faces of the clansmen swell with any joy.

Including Shi Tie, who was standing with a bow standing inside the wall, there was no smile on his face, only two lines of ice hung with tears.

"Grandpa Liu"

"Grandpa Cow"

"牛nǎinǎi"

"Grandpa Sledgehammer"

"Daddy Shi, you too"

Looking at the white-haired and familiar faces outside the wall, with a holy smile, when he saw Shi Tie's father Shi Dali, who had a broken arm, Jiang Cheng's eyes turned red, and tears could no longer help but gush out.

"Heh, Ah Cheng, what are you crying about!" Shi Dali hugged Jiang Cheng into his arms with his one arm, letting Jiang Cheng's tears wet his shoulders.

"Child, this is the most glorious time in my uncle's life, what are you crying about!" Father Shi patted Jiang Cheng's back vigorously, and comforted Jiang Cheng in turn.

Inside the wall, the tears of the young people of Geshanbu poured out silently at this moment, including Songyue, whose pretty face was frozen red, and her face was also full of ice tears, but no one cried at this moment.

"But but" In the cry, Jiang Cheng didn't know what to say at this moment.

"The men of Katsuyamabe, don't cry!

Jiang Cheng, remember, guarding the clan, this is the honor of the men of the Geshan tribe.

Remember, you are all the hope of the Katsuyama tribe, and all of you are for the tribe!"

Just as Shi Dali slapped Jiang Cheng's back to comfort Jiang Cheng, Shi Dali shook his arm violently and roared in a hoarse voice: "For the clan!"

"For the sake of the clan!"

The cry was thunderous, the ancient song sounded in the sorrow of the clansmen, and the faces of nearly 100 clansmen outside the gate of the village bloomed with the most sacred expressions at the same time,

At this moment, their ravine-covered faces were like blooming snow lotuses, full of holiness

Amid the ancient songs, they turned around and stepped into the mountains in the distance

"Help me enlighten Shi Tie"

The faint inaudible voice penetrated Jiang Cheng's ears when Father Shi turned around, making Jiang Cheng unable to hold it anymore, and roared almost like a flying madman: "Wait, you wait!"

In the next moment, Jiang Cheng slammed into the front of the walled gate, pounced, and knelt down at Ah Gong, who was dancing in the cold wind on the walled gate.

"Ah Gong, you send a message, let them come back!"

"Ah Gong, I grabbed the eleven Stuffy Thunder Horses, and I killed them directly for rations, so let them come back!"

Jiang Cheng wanted to stop this kind of suicidal entry into the mountain, but Jiang Cheng knew very well that he would never be able to stop him, and if he dragged him hard, these clansmen might jump directly into the Hunjiang River.

Only Ah Gong, only a spirit prince in the tribe who exists like a god, can stop them!

Seeing that Ah Gong's dancing figure on the gate of the village suddenly stopped, Jiang Cheng roared even more: "Ah Gong, you can send a word, eleven muffled thunder horses have been able to last for a few days!"

Grandpa, just send a message!"

On the snow, Jiang Changcheng couldn't kneel.

On the gate of the village, the cold wind blew up Ah Gong's scattered white hair, and Ah Gong's ravine-ridden old face was already full of ice tears!

ps: Maybe there are brothers who don't like the last few chapters, but it doesn't matter, Inosan wrote what he wanted to write.

I'm not afraid of the brothers' jokes when I say it, when I wrote this chapter, Zhu San himself was a little choked, his throat was blocked, maybe the writing was limited, so you couldn't read that feeling, but this is the kind of feeling that Zhu San has been looking for.

laughs to the top and cries to the point of sadness in the novel