The monster of wood and stone was destroyed by the enemy warriors with one blow, and the face of the barbarian king Mulu was a little unsightly, he immediately reached out to ask for a small turtle, which was only the size of a palm, and put it on his mouth to read a word, and bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of real blood, spraying it on this sacrifice.

In an instant, countless tiny blood spots flashed with scarlet blood light, and quickly coated a thin film of light on the little turtle's body, and the red light became thicker and thicker, like a boiling blood clot.

The barbarian king Mulu was a little unable to hold it, and hurriedly threw it into the turbulent Nu River, just when the natives on the other bank thought that the opponent's spell had failed, the river suddenly calmed down, like a smooth bronze mirror, without even a trace of water ripples.

Such a strange scene was so terrifying that the natives couldn't help but feel a little numb in their scalps, especially the thousands of people who could see the barbarian king Mulu, who took a step back neatly, and even the warriors and heroes who were in it were a little uneasy.

After all, the thunderous roar of the one-legged cow made of wood and stone was really so shocking that some of the natives did not come back to their senses until now.

Just after a certain section of the Nu River fell into a temporary calm, countless snow-white blisters suddenly appeared on the smooth surface of the river, like boiling water, and as if there were countless fish and shrimp at the bottom of the river breathing and bubbling.

From the extremely quiet to the extremely moving, such a completely different scene made the natives take another step back in fear, and before they could retreat farther, a large shadow slowly emerged in the turbid Nu River.

With a high-pitched roar like a dragon, a proud giant turtle suddenly appeared on the surface of the river, just the back shell area was about acres, and the hooves and feet of four palace load-bearing pillars were like hooves, I don't know how long, and they stood firmly in the surging Nu River.

The wet shield scales, flowing with the light that can only be found in clusters of new bronzes, the two eyes full of anger, glowing with thick bloodshots, shining with a frightening red light, just glanced at the natives on the other side, people who were not firm enough in their minds, actually foamed at the mouth, fell to the ground on the spot, only to breathe out, not to breathe in, it seems that they can't live.

When the barbarian king Mulu saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing, and swept away the depression of the monster of the wood and stone who had been destroyed by the enemy warriors: "The monster dragon of Shuize! This king specially invited to help, and he must make the gutless bandits on the other side come and go." ”

Behind him, many of the tribesmen of the Southern Barbarians had witnessed the legendary "gods and monsters" for the first time, and had also seen the power of the dragon elephant, and suddenly clenched their fists with both hands and violently struck their chests, pausing neatly, and making a noise like war drums.

At the same time, the strange dragon of Mizusawa opened and closed its thick hooves and feet, and walked towards the indigenous army on the opposite bank, and in an instant, the torrent of thousands of tons of river water was forcibly knocked away by it, rolling up layers of turbulence.

The great spirit hidden in the native army was still preserved, but the totem beast claw eagle couldn't help it, and it flew into the sky violently. The three-foot-tall body spread its wings with a bang, and the wingspan was more than a zhangxu, and the shadow cast was just enough to cover the giant turtle that was crossing the river.

With a hula, the totem beast claw eagle flapped its wings violently, and the air flow between the feathers was originally its natural supernatural power, but it was stimulated by it at this time, and it immediately turned into an arc-shaped vacuum blade, as if a shower fell towards the target.

The Mizusawa Monster Dragon Elephant fearlessly rose up to the wind, most of the wind blades slamming into its thick back shell, stirring up countless dazzling sparks on the spot. It's a pity that the wind blade is not a divine weapon after all, and it can only shave away the light leather shell when it passes by, and the frontal hit only leaves a three-finger-deep gap, and there is still a considerable distance from its flesh and blood.

However, the luck of the totem beast and the claw eagle seemed to be good, and the sharpest wind blade actually swept diagonally over the high neck of the dragon elephant, like a hot knife cutting beeswax, and actually beheaded the monster of water on the spot.

The two camps facing each other across the river, witnessing this situation with their own eyes, the indigenous army naturally roared wildly, venting their grievances that they had to retreat, on the other hand, the southern barbarian tribes, although they were a little worried, they could still calm down, after all, the barbarian king Mulu's face was as unmoving, which gave them a lot of confidence.

After all, the decapitated wound of the Mizusawa Monster Dragon did not spew blood, proving that the neck was not the fatal point of this monster.

At this moment, the wound that went down obliquely suddenly came out with a large splash of foam, which was still transparent and colorless at first, and soon became red, yellow, blue, black and white, of which white is bone, red is bone marrow, yellow is muscle, cyan is scales, and black is blood.

Immediately afterwards, the foam splash continued to surge upward, and the flowers opened two like two branches, and a cool river breeze blew, and the frightening wound actually extended out the heads of two giant turtles, and the expression was still high pride.

The laughter of the natives suddenly stopped, like an old hen that laid eggs and crowed, and was suddenly choked by the neck of the person who was tired of the sound, and many people couldn't help but choke and cough out, and their faces and necks were flushed.

What happened? Didn't the giant tortoise that crossed the river just decapitated and died? How did it come to be?

A series of questions, on the face of each native, hung many incomprehensible question marks, but unfortunately no one answered these stupid questions, and the totem beast claw eagle was already too busy to take care of itself.

The water monster that cut off a head and gave birth to two heads is much more affinity with the water of the Nujiang River, and the clear river water flows on its green jade-like scales, gradually gathering in the two mouths of the dragon elephant, and it spews out violently.

The dragon elephant condensed the essence of the river into a crescent scimitar and threw it at the low-altitude hovering sheep's horn eagle, which was clearly a copycat of the totem beast's attack, but the opponent was condensing the wind as a blade, and the dragon elephant was gathering water as a blade.

Using the spells of the wind domain in the enemy's territory, even if it is a natural supernatural power, the consumption is only half of half, that is, a quarter of the divine power, and the claw eagle is also a little unbearable, and has to move left and right to dodge the opponent's wave after wave of attacks.

How could the arrogant totem beast endure being beaten passively all the time, and when he saw the opportunity, he fought back again, and to everyone's surprise, the monster of Mizusawa actually took the initiative to put his neck on the wind blade.

With two clicks, the dragon's two heads were cut off again, but the original cardiac arrest occurred, and the fresh wound site foamed again, and then four dragon-like heads grew.

No matter how high the flying ability of the sheep's horn eagle is, there is a limit, in the water blade of the monster of the water blade of the continuous rapid shooting, dodged the first year, and finally failed to dodge the fifteenth, was a crystal clear, as if the sharp blade of the water jade shaved over the chest and abdomen, although the field is as hard as gold and iron, it still left a deep wound, splashing countless broken feathers, sprinkled one after another.

When the indigenous army saw that the totem beast of Nobuyug was defeated, the weak-willed people, especially the half-grown children, couldn't help but cover their faces with their hands and cry, tears flowing from their dirty fingers and dripping on the ground.

The claw eagle fell to the ground with heavy injuries, and the indigenous tribes that followed the totem beast rushed forward one after another, ready to rescue the "gods" they had believed in all their lives.

The strange dragon elephant of Mizusawa took the opportunity to flow through the heart of the Nujiang River, and the deepest water just didn't pass through its neck, and it was round like the head of a giant python, and it looked very happy, but no one laughed out.

Even the barbarian king Mulu didn't expect that the water god monster he summoned by casting a spell would be so terrifying. In the early years, when the Southern Barbarian tribes faced the army of the Immortal Dynasty, they had never seen Long Xiang so strong, not to mention the more he fought, the more courageous he became.

Seeing that the summoned beast recruited by the opponent's spell casting had already arrived near the shore and was about to set foot on land, the god of the indigenous army, the witch protector god Attila, who was good at spells and spell casting, finally couldn't help but take action.

She reached out and tore off the bandage around her waist and abdomen, which was painted with runes of various abilities, and tore off a section just elbow-length and threw it at the giant tortoise that was gradually coming ashore.

Immediately afterwards, the witch protector Artila raised her hands above her head, and the whole person was like a weak willow swaying in the wind, swaying from side to side, and between raising her hands and feet, there was a charm that aroused the lust of all things, constantly emanating out.