It's a pity that the barbarian king Meng Huo is carrying the spirit of a great witch at this time, and his strength is incomparable, not only can he be compared, even if he is embellished with more than two dozen indigenous warriors, his speed is still undiminished, and he takes a meteor stride and rushes towards the witch protector god Attila, vowing to slaughter this god.

The natives, who were aroused to be ferocious, opened their mouths full of sharp teeth and bitten down on Meng Shu's neck, throat and other vulnerable parts, and their strength was clearly that they were enemies of life and death, eager to eat his flesh and drink his blood, and kill him as soon as possible.

Who knew that the barbarian king Meng was possessed by the witch spirit, not only the limbs and backs integrated into the rhinoceros leather armor were invulnerable, but even these vulnerable parts with insufficient protection methods were incredibly tenacious.

As a result, the natives with sharp teeth and sharp teeth in their mouths bit up, not only did they not enter the flesh, but broke the upper and lower rows of teeth on the spot, and their gums bleed profusely, and they could only swallow and eat in the future, and they could no longer enjoy the happiness of grinding their teeth.

Since it is not possible to use the strong, let's use despicable and shameless tricks. The natives untied their hands on the spot, picked them up and threw them at the barbarian king Meng Huo, as the so-called saliva and tears flew together, feces, urine and snot were the same color, and Meng Shu was disgusted on the spot.

He enjoyed fighting the native warriors and forging ahead through his wounds, but he couldn't stand the leper natives and used rogue tricks to attack him.

"Get out of here!"

The barbarian king Meng Shu couldn't help but roar, the flat ground wrinkled with wind and thunder, and the forest shook the ground on the spot, falling countless leaves, and the natives who were wrapped around him suddenly bled and bled out, their hands and feet were weak, and they could no longer hold the leader of the enemy army, so they lay down on the ground and rolled into a ball.

After his body was much lighter, the barbarian king Meng Shu accelerated violently, and quickly ran out of the natives' filthy array, appearing not far behind the witch protector god Attila.

The Great Spirits, who blended with the milk and water of the earth, were busy helping, but unfortunately they softened the soil and turned it into a muddy swamp with a sinken foot, which could not trap Meng Huo, who had a pair of scuds.

On the contrary, Attila had a better way, and as soon as the spider tattoo behind her lit up, milky white cobwebs erupted, and the feet of the webs stuck to nearby trees, unfurling a huge sticky cobweb on the spot.

The barbarian king Meng was caught off guard, so he could only hold his head in his hands and continue to bump into it. As a result, the cobwebs were not destroyed, but the trees stuck to the feet of the webs were uprooted, which shows how terrible the stickiness of the spider silk is.

Four trees as thick as elephant feet dragged on the ground, and the burden was really not small, even heavier than the dozen natives hanging on Meng Shu's body, but the cobwebs were extremely sticky, and they couldn't get rid of them at all.

"Three corpses help me, anger flames!"

Meng Shu fused with the witch spirit, and thus obtained a lot of lost witchcraft, and even did not need to close his palms to chant the spell, he shouted directly, and the three corpses in his body immediately woke up, and took the initiative to cooperate with the barbarian king, burning with anger, and quickly burning a real and illusory flame on the surface of the body.

However, at the cost of the tattoos on the god's body, the cobwebs of divine power released by Attila are not ordinary flames that can be burned to ashes, not only the viscous earth is incredible, but also has the characteristics of not getting wet when entering water and not burning when entering fire.

"To deal with the divine power creations of the other side of heaven and earth, at least the true fire of the martial arts real person must be used, after all, both are already otherworldly, and the essence of spider silk is still afraid of fire. Of course, if it is a lightning strike fire that contains the power of vitality and destruction, the effect is probably even better. ”

The bravery of the barbarian king Meng Shu, and the unrivaled murderous aura, entered Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, at least he was registered. Naturally, at the critical moment, he will get some very important targeted guidance from the Heavenly Court Emperor through the words of the Four Values Gong Cao.

Meng Shu didn't react immediately, thinking that he was hallucinating, but the ancestral spirit witch who was attached to the barbarian king did not dare to slack off. True fire, which is unique to real martial arts people, ignites the essence, qi, and spirit of the human body, and the flames that erupt, the seeds of immortality, naturally don't need to think about it. However, the lightning strike fire that contains the power of life and death can indeed be tried.

"Thunder!"

With the involuntary order of the barbarian king Meng Shu, the smoke of gunpowder filled the low altitude of dark clouds, the two qi of yin and yang clashed violently, and the lightning as thin as a hair suddenly fell, hitting the single horn of the rhinoceros skull on his forehead, and the fine electric sparks swam around, and everywhere he passed, the viscous spider silk was burned out, and Meng Shu's skin was unharmed except for the wisps of ash.

The barbarian king regained his freedom, shook off the burden of his hind legs, and took advantage of the fact that the remaining strength of the lightning strike and fire had not yet dissipated, and suddenly borrowed his strength, and the whole person rushed towards the prey like a stone bullet fired by a ballista.

The terrified witch protector Atila was about to turn around and cast the spell again, but Meng Shu, who was merged with the witch spirit, received a gust of wind and approached the target faster than expected.

"No ......"

The lightning strike fire, which contained vitality and shattering artistic conception, quickly sank into Attila's body the moment Meng Shu hit the goddess, and the lightning that was originally as thin as a hair suddenly swelled into a thunder pill (ball lightning), and quickly destroyed the goddess's divine body.

Meng Shu was still unconscious, but the possessed Ancestral Spirit Great Witch understood that someone must have made a secret move, he vaguely sensed the context, and knew that he was also being used, but he didn't have any angry thoughts, after all, he could control the power of thunder at will, only the Heavenly Court of the Three Realms, at least the Heavenly Venerable of the Thunder Department could do it, and the rest did not have such power.

The witch protector goddess Atila was really frightened when she suffered a heavy blow for the first time in her life, even if the heavenly consciousness of the other side of the heaven and earth was like a strict father's secret force, she was also worried about the danger of falling and was unwilling to be driven.

There were several gods who sheltered the native army, and Attila was the first to take the lead in the strategic turn, dragging the scarred and unhealed gods to leave in disarray.

Which of the indigenous gods who traveled with him was not selfish, broke free from the control of the Heavenly Dao consciousness, and was stunned to find that he had left the base for too long, and if he fell in an unfamiliar territory, I am afraid that there would be no chance to return to his homeland.

What does the survival of the natives have to do with the gods? As long as time passes, the lost population will naturally be replenished. Moreover, if the soil of faith is not loosened often, sooner or later a part of the decay will settle down, and it will be like a saline-alkali land.

Retreat, retreat! Attila's escape was a very bad example, and it caused the gods to follow suit. As a result, only the totem beasts and the primordial earth spirits that were tightly controlled were still persistent.

After a wave of shield-shaped water blades erupted, the monster dragon of Mizuzawa, who had regained its freedom, took heavy steps again, and four dragon-like heads condensed into a crescent-shaped blade, shooting out anytime and anywhere, specifically aimed at the heroes and warriors among the natives.

Its bloody evil deeds soon attracted the retaliation of totem beasts of the same rank, a large bird that fed on fire, and the three silver feathers on its head were waving in the wind, quite like the silver flame of the dragon above the head of the Three Qi Fire De Zhenjun.

It's just that the totem beast firebird has not yet transformed into a divine beast, and compared with Bi Fang, it is all the same heaven and earth, not to mention the head of the higher heavenly court fire department, who rules all the fire in the sky and on the ground.

The firebird has witnessed the battle with the giant tortoise, and knows that its back shell is as hard as gold and iron, and its seemingly fragile head can be cut more and more, but this totem beast has a high level of wisdom and vaguely finds a way to crack it.

Only the firebird with three silver feathers on its head has not yet melted, and the rest of its body is made of flames, and it is not afraid of the water blade of the monster dragon of Mizusawa at all. It flapped its wings lightly, flew low at a low altitude, and where it passed, the warriors of the Southern Barbarian tribes could not stand the pain of the burning heat, and couldn't help but flee to the left and right, and were directly burned to death by burning qi and blood, and the end was fierce and monstrous.

Nearby, the firebird opened its mouth and spat out a chain of fire, which spiritually circled the four heads of the giant tortoise, and then retracted it with force, severing its fragile neck.

At this moment, instead of subsiding, the chain of fire stuck to the wound, so that the foaming splash that must have been caused by the regeneration of the skull could no longer emerge.

The irregular wound was scorched black, the blurred mass of flesh was sealed, and the dragon's high neck finally hung hopelessly to the ground.

However, the victory of the local battlefield could not restore the status quo of the large-scale rout of the indigenous army, and the totem beast Firebird was lucky to win a victory, except for some of the natives under its command, the morale was slightly boosted, and the others still fought and retreated, and had handed over a large area of positions on the banks of the Nu River.

The barbarian king Mulu stared at the totem beast that had severely damaged the gods and monsters of his own clan, and was extremely greedy for this powerful firebird, and wanted to capture it, refine it into a new god and monster, and make offerings for future summoning when needed.

The firebird felt this covetous gaze, and couldn't help but look in the direction it sensed, and saw the mortal who looked like the leader of the enemy army, with a smell of blood on his body that could not be concealed, and listened attentively, and vaguely heard the roars of countless birds and beasts, and suddenly became nervous.