Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Stream of Death

And now, they don't know what they eat. I watched them slaughter some bison from afar, but I didn't know how to do it, and it actually gave off such a fragrance.

It's really enviable!

Some well-informed people already knew that the other wizard was going to exchange that kind of green strange clothes for bison skins with them. Most of the people were eager for their leaders and wizards, so they quickly agreed.

At this time, the Great Master of Wen was meditating under the beautiful, unpolluted starry sky, and cultivating the Great Demon Skill of the White Emperor.

With the true trick, he picked the essence of the West. He came all the way and practiced every day, never stopping a day.

But tonight, I don't know how the road was extraordinarily smooth, and it was very easy to hook the spirit of Western pure gold.

This time the gas extraction is even more dangerous. Began to practice the Five Emperors Great Demon Divine Skill, and took wood qi to have the power of warmth and nourishment, which was beneficial and harmless.

But the essence of fire is different, it originally has the quality of violent burning, one is not good, there is a danger of going mad, attracting the essence fire of the outside world into the inside, hooking the heart fire in one's own body, attacking inside and outside, one is not good, and even the entire cultivator can be burned into ashes and self-immolation.

Therefore, to cultivate the Red Emperor's divine skills, the first thing is to retreat from the devil. But this essence of gold is different, it is incomparably sharp, even if it is collected, if it is not good, it will also hurt your fragile organs first.

Fortunately, Wenda Heavenly Master is not ordinary, and every time he controls it carefully, there will be no major problems.

The golden light shines in the heart of the mind, and the heart Qi is all over the middle palace. This is also the success of the cultivation of the Red Emperor's Great Demon Divine Skill. The fire of the heart has achievements, and the Red Emperor Orb is condensed, which has a real effect.

Before I knew it, a lot of sweet saliva appeared in my mouth. This is not an ordinary saliva comparison, but in Taoist practice, it is called a thing of jade liquid. Rinse the throat juice and go straight into the canopy's lungs.

I am on a high mountain of seven-colored treasure light, which is incomparably majestic, as high as ten thousand feet, and lives in the middle of the sea. Secluded from the world.

I don't know how much time Lu Dao has been cultivating, but I feel a shock. Wen Fei's spirit came out of his body and rushed into the air.

If it's half-empty. Not really. After all, the wind in the high altitude is too strong, and it is only a dozen meters high.

However, even then, the wind became stronger. If he had seen Barbossa in Quebec, Wen Fei would have been unable to bear it.

But now it's different. Although it was only a short month or two. However, the Great Heavenly Master of Wen cultivated again and achieved the Red Emperor Orb. The soul is much stronger than it was then.

Now under the moonlight, you can faintly see that the divine soul is supported by blue and red qi.

This is nothing, if Master Wen succeeds in cultivating the Five Emperors Great Demon Divine Skill thoroughly, the five-colored phosgene will surround the divine soul. At that time, it was self-contained, that is, it flew hundreds of meters in the air, and it would not be afraid of the wind.

It can even be seen in the sun for a short time, temporarily resisting the true fire of the sun.

And yet he flew. His face just changed. I saw it dozens of miles away. A bloody aura rushed straight up. The blood light was hundreds of meters high, and it was almost like shaking the sky.

This is different from the battlefield evil left by the struggle between the two sides on the battlefield, which is the blood of the slaughter. It was so thick that it made Master Wen Tian shudder.

Even if the divine soul was so far apart, he felt as if the divine soul was standing next to the sea of blood, and the smell of blood constantly rushed to his mouth and nose, and the blood qi rushed to his skin.

Of course, this is just an illusion, but you can also see how powerful this kind of blood qi is.

He was secretly frightened in his heart, and originally just wanted to use his divine soul to check around, where there was iron ore and the like.

Wen Fei's cultivation of the White Emperor Great Demon Divine Skill tonight was exceptionally smooth, and he guessed that there might obviously be iron ore veins nearby.

But he didn't expect to see such a scene instead of observing the essence of gold. Suddenly frightened, the spirit returned to the body.

Immediately, he stood up, and several guards standing next to him were already in front of everyone.

It was an old man, with a white beard and a hunched back. I don't know when Lu Dao touched the place where Wen Fei was cultivating.

"Let him come!" Wen Fei ordered.

Several guards let the old man go, and their hands were still pressed tightly on the hilt of the knife, as if they were about to kill him if they were not good.

There was no contempt for the old man who looked trembling and seemed to be about to fall to the ground at any moment. On the contrary, it is like facing a great enemy.

This old man

It's not an ordinary person, just by looking at the dress, you know that Lu Dao is a wizard. And on this continent, every wizard is dangerous, even if it looks like one is about to die.

Wen Fei remained silent and asked, "What are you doing here to see me?"

"I saw blood, countless blood. The wizard said in an old and tired voice, "Since the goshawk told me about you today, I have asked the Mother Earth Goddess about you, but I can't see anything, only blood. ”

Wen Fei was on guard, he didn't take this old wizard in his eyes. But listening to this old man's bad tone, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to solve.

"I saw a lot of blood just now, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me!" Wen Fei pointed in that direction and said.

The old wizard glanced at it, and said with some tiredness: "Every mistake, there is a stream of death for the ox." For hundreds of years, an unknown number of bison have been killed there. In a few years at most, it will be abandoned. The Horde will seek out a new stream of death!"

Wen Fei sneered: "Is it because there are too many bison killed that they can't be suppressed?" ”

The old wizard did not think it was a fool, but said justifiably: "Our tribe depends on bison to survive, meat can be eaten, animal skins can be used for clothes, bones and horns can be used for tools, and dung is used to make fires." Everything we have built on the bison!"

Therefore, the slaughter of these bison is naturally a matter of course. I didn't say it, but that's what it meant.

"And, as long as the buffalo don't continue to be slaughtered here, in a few decades, the god of the earth will automatically purify this place. Get them back to normal!"

Wen Fei naturally knew that this was right, the place where he originally chose the stream of death was the place where the wizards of all races had seen. It won't be a place where the leylines gather, otherwise the huge blood evil qi and the earth evil qi will converge together, then it will be terrible, who knows what chaos will happen in the Lu Dao!

But only a huge amount of bloody qi will be discarded before this place is completely climactic. Find new hunting grounds and let nature purify slowly. Without the cooperation of the earth's evil qi, at most, after a few decades have passed, it will return to a normal place.

"Then what are you doing when you come to see me? Are you still trying to kill me?" said the Great Master Wen with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I can't see ......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud "bang". The wizard was shocked, and a look of incredulity appeared on his face.

There was an extra bullet hole on his forehead, and it didn't look very round, but when it came to the back of his head, it was the entire back of his head that flew out, and white brains and red blood flew around.

"Idiot, do you think this Heavenly Master will fight with you? Or do you want to learn from those villains, chirp and talk to you crookedly for half a day, and give you the time to be assigned?" Wen Fei said with a smile.

Although the wizard was dead, a trace of light energy emerged from his body, slowly merging into a red shadow. It let out a frightened gaze, looked at the Great Celestial Master Wen, and opened its mouth to say something, but a huge suction force pulled it upside down and flew away. Countless red lights wrapped around like tentacles.

In the blink of an eye, I saw that this soul was pulled to the place of death, and merged into the bloody qi. As if it had been thrown into concentrated sulfuric acid, it made a sneering sound on its body, which quickly vaporized and completely dissipated.

"Wizard, what's going on?" a couple of guards asked, running over.

"It's nothing, it's just that this old man is looking for death without opening his eyes! Find a place to bury him!" Wen Fei said lightly, as if pinching a bed bug to death.

"Yes," the guards were convinced, and asked again, "Wizard, these tribes actually dare to send wizards to attack you." Are we going to kill them all?"

Wen Fei shook his head: "I don't like to kill people!" But this wizard, even if he didn't come to the door, Master Wen didn't plan to let him go.

Just like in the time and space of the Northern Song Dynasty, if you want to write the plan of the great heavenly master Magpie's nest and dove, the sorcerers who represent the tradition cannot stay.

Or if the smart one cooperates with his Great Heavenly Master, it will be fine, but if he stands in his way, he will be sorry.

On the second day, the leaders of those tribes came to Master Wen with pale faces and said, "Venerable Flying Cloud Wizard, we agree to your request!"

Wen Fei smiled faintly: "Then let's say so!"

The large-scale hunt kicked off in this sentence. Even the Great Celestial Master of Wen had never seen such a large-scale hunt.

When he was in the Northern Song Dynasty, Emperor Tianzuo liked hunting the most, and often used thousands of troops and horses to hunt for several months.

But there is no way to compare it with what he is in front of, even if Emperor Tianzuo can use tens of thousands of soldiers to hunt and hunt tens of thousands of animals at a time.

But most of them are nothing more than small animals like pheasants and hares. Tens of thousands of huge bison were driven in one direction.

If you look down from the sky, you will see tens of thousands of Indians forming a huge embankment, and in the embankment is either the sea or these bison. (To be continued......)