The civilization of the entire Americas, in terms of tools, is almost still stuck in the Stone Age.

Wen Fei's performance at this time was not outstanding, but he still relied on his relatively strong "firepower" to kill the ambush guys and landed on the shore.

It's just that at this time, the clear river water, which originally looked like transparent agate, has been dyed red. In the distance, there was a sound of water, and it seemed that there was something like a crocodile, smelling blood, and swimming over.

At this time, a wizard shouted to Wen Fei: "Tezkapolipoca, get rid of these crocodiles!"

Wen Fei nodded, the Tezkapolipoca he incarnated possessed divine power because he had received the gift of the Quetzalcoatl God.

He drew the spear from his waist, the same one he had used that day in the battle for the position of leader. What was originally very simple, just a spear sharpened from hardwood, has changed by this time.

This spear, along with Tezkapolipoca, was bathed in the divine power of Quetzalcoatl. Not only did there be some strange patterns on its own, but even the texture had changed a lot.

This even reminded Wen Fei of the scepter he had given to Able in the modern plane. To be precise, it was originally Abel's scepter, but under the infusion of his divine power, there has been a fundamental change.

From the changes in this spear, Master Wen could easily peek into many secrets of Quetzalcoatl.

Of course, this spear was even taken by the White Devil. Decorated with gold and jade, it now looks quite ornate, not at all like a weapon used on the battlefield.

This reminded the Celestial Master of Wenda even to remember a text he had learned in elementary school. A story about a tiger hero stick.

The sound of the water was loud, and many lines of water appeared on the calm water, and even the Great Master could easily see a huge python emerging from the rainforest. The body is coiled around a large tree by the river, and the upper half of the body is already in the water.

At this moment, Wen Fei raised his spear high and let out a loud shout in his mouth. There was a circle of vibrations on the spear, and it spread out, and an indescribable majesty appeared all around.

It was as if the will of the entire rainforest had appeared here, and the surrounding rainforest seemed to cheer. Constant rustling and swaying. Even the sound of the river became cheerful.

Beneath this majesty, the bloodthirsty trappers. One by one, they were pressed and couldn't move. On the contrary, the warriors of the White Devil Clan cheered and fell to their knees. Pray to Quetzalcoatl.

However, the power of Quetzalcoatl appeared near this. Apparently has annoyed the other beings. One is just as powerful. However, it seems that a divine power of a different nature appears all at once, and this power is like the sun appearing in the sky at once. The light is majestic, throwing countless rays of light and heat.

The two forces clashed at the first time. The plants of the surrounding rainforest are rapidly scorching, and the water in the river is shaking as if it were a basin of water.

The animals that are the apex predators in the rainforest are even more like pond fish that have been affected. Quickly dodge into the distance.

Wen Fei lightly jumped onto the shore, although the confrontation of these two divine powers. It's just a moment. But it was as if there was an earthquake or some other disaster in the vicinity, and almost all the boats in the river were overturned. Countless hugging trees broke and fell down as easily as toothpicks.

Almost every White Devil has been affected, and only Wenda Heavenly Master has nothing to do. As an existence of the same level as these two gods, how could such a small ripple hurt him.

In just a few minutes of fighting, both the White Devil and the Ambushers had already laid down dozens of corpses.

A scroll slowly appeared in Wen Fei's hand, containing the souls of these soldiers who had died in battle.

This scroll is not the picture of the Qingming Riverside known as the Chenghuang of the Xudu City, but the painting of the Heavenly Master of Wenda himself.

It seems that the layout of the technique is quite clumsy, not to mention the painting. But it is particularly full of charm, as if looking at it, and being pulled in by this picture.

What is depicted on this picture is hell, the boundless mountain of knives, in which every ghost crawls, being cut apart.

Whether it was the White Devil or the ambusher's souls killed in battle, they were all loaded into this hell scroll by Wen Fei.

These are the followers of Quetzalcoatl and another deity, who will neither be redeemed by nor let be redeemed by Wenda Celestial. However, Master Wen also did not think of letting these souls return to the embrace of their gods to enhance the power of these two gods.

This is the behavior of the enemy!

Another deity, Wenda Heavenly Master, is not too clear. But Quetzalcoatl is clearly a great god who devours souls.

Dozens of souls were pulled into the Hell Scroll one after another, and Wen Fei sighed slightly. This scroll is much smaller than the Qingming Shanghe Diagram, and the Great Celestial Master of Wen has also only practiced about a hundred steps.

But it can already hold countless souls, because souls don't need to occupy much space.

No one noticed what Wen Da Heavenly Master had just done, and the remaining White Demon Men were full of awe for Wen Fei.

There have never been a few warrior leaders among them, but there has never been an existence like Wenda Heavenly Master who has been so favored by the Quetzalcoatl God. Even given such a powerful amount of power!

"Moving on, we're going to reach Lake Titicaca. Wen Fei gave an order lightly, he didn't care too much about the psychological activities of these white devil warriors. He's not really Ezcapolipoca, and he won't play much time.

And the fate of the two thousand White Devil warriors he led has actually been decided, that is, they will be put into the hell scrolls.

"Chief, we have stepped into the realm of Indy. Tribes who believe in the Indies will be encountered here at any time. A white devil said cautiously to Wen Fei.

"So what? Are you afraid?" Wen Fei's cold gaze fell on his neck. It made him shiver with excitement.

He said eagerly: "Of course I'm not afraid, it's just that the tribes who believe in Indy have already known about our coming......" Before he finished speaking, Wen Fei casually cut his throat with an obsidian knife.

kicked the corpse into the river, Wen Fei said lightly: "This is the fate of cowards......

The corpse popped into the water, and the sound startled the rest of the white devils. Wen Fei was even more frightened, and said one by one: "We are not cowards!"

But I don't know how to say it, but in his heart, Master Wen actually agrees with the words of the unlucky guy who just died.

It's just a difference in position, and whether he is a real Tezcapolipoca or a fake Tezcapolipoca, it is not allowed to back down in this situation.

Even if the real Tezkapolipoca gets the grace of Quetzalcoatl again, if he retreats at this time, he will most likely commit suicide under the portrait of Quetzalcoatl.

Needless to say, the Great Celestial Master naturally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to weaken the strength of the White Demon and the Indians.

These two families are in the way of the Wenda Heavenly Master's progress, and they belong to the stones that will be moved. With the strength of Fuyuan City alone, it would be very difficult for any one to deal with. But now there's a great opportunity for them to consume each other.

For the Great Celestial Master Wen, who was becoming more and more detached from the realm of mortals, the morality of mortals such as meanness was never in his consideration......

Wu Qimai sat quietly in front of the fire, and at this time the spring night was still a little cold.

The defeat was like a mountain, and he deeply realized the meaning of this sentence for the first time, and he had never experienced it so deeply.

The walls of Liaoyang City could not stop the sound of shouting and challenging from outside the city, and the remaining troops in the city were demoralized, and it could even be said that they were lost in their souls.

Just like the depression in his current mood, he suddenly felt like he was more than ten years old overnight.

No one dared to approach Wu Qimai, and everyone was far away.

Although Wu Qimai is already the emperor of the Dajin Kingdom, it has only been a few years since the establishment of the Dajin Kingdom. The remnants of the tribal era have not yet been shaken off, and the rules are naturally not so strict.

Especially when this has just finished the defeat, it can't talk about any pomp. Even the humble imperial palace in the city of Tokyo was useless, and the big names among the Jurchens sat around the fire. It's just that no one dares to get close to Wu Begging!

Liaoyang City was already surrounded, and they didn't even have the confidence to hold on.

The Jurchens were not good at defending cities in the first place, and more importantly, they were chilled by the thought of the weapons used by the Great Song army.

They had never imagined that there was such a powerful weapon in the world. It's not something flesh and blood can compete with. No wonder the Immortal Heaven refuses to favor them anymore!

In the past, they vaguely seemed to have heard that in the distant Great Song Dynasty, the Heavenly Master brought down many powerful weapons from the sky.

At that time, the Great Song Dynasty was too far away from them, and their opponent was still a behemoth at that time. So while hearing these. They just take it as a joke. Now, when they really faced this weapon, it brought them all the things that were so terrifying and made them proud. Whether it is bravery or martial arts, in the face of these weapons, it becomes meaningless!

No matter if you are a powerful enemy, or an enemy of tens of millions, you will not be able to escape when you encounter those fireballs one by one, and you will die in the sea of fire.

There is also the kind of big iron ball that can hit several miles away, and if it touches the body, it is even more terrifying. No matter how thick the armor is, it will turn into meat sauce.

That kind of thing, if smashed on the city walls. I'm afraid that no matter how strong the city wall is, I am afraid that it will be easily smashed and collapsed. (To be continued......)