In the middle of the Northern Wilderness, the Barbarian Temple.

This huge temple supported by six huge pillars stands unchanged in the baptism of wind and rain for I don't know how many years, on the walls of the main hall, there are paintings depicted, these paintings are all telling the story of a tall barbarian, each spit tells the story of his surrender to a desolate beast, the subjugated desolate beast is getting stronger and stronger, and finally fights with the king of the desolate beast, after defeating the desolate beast, with a little soul blood, a war pattern is carved on the body, that is the war pattern of the barbarian god.

This man has won the admiration of countless witch barbarians with his strength, and the clansmen are willing to follow him and worship him as a barbarian god.

This is the end of the story of the Barbarian Temple, but the real story is much more than that.

In the hall at this moment, there is a figure of a man sitting cross-legged, his blue shirt has been stained red with blood, and it is difficult to see the original color.

On top of his body, three of them knew at a glance that the wounds caused by the sharp blades had not healed, and they were still leaving blood outward, and the blood on the ground had covered the place where he was sitting.

The man's face was pale, and the red veins stood out, looking extremely weird.

The man's eyes were closed, his brow furrowed, as if he was in unimaginable pain.

"Damn blood babies. ”

Xiao Wensheng cursed the blood baby in his heart, the poison of the blood baby was attacked when he was seriously injured now, and the blood in his body was not much at the moment, as if it was boiling, hot as boiling.

Barbarian God Temple, thousands of meters away, the countless desolate beasts and demon beasts entrenched here and refused to leave, those eager eyes stared at the Barbarian God Temple, the breath lured their eyes were blood-red, but the breath of the barbarian god made them dare not take another step forward easily, and their temper began to become more and more violent.

There was a boulder not far from this herd, which was relatively flat, and at this moment there were hundreds of ogre-rats and demons sitting cross-legged, several of them exuding terrifying coercion, waiting for Xiao Wensheng to come out of the Barbarian Temple.

Suddenly, above the sky in the distance, a black dot appeared, and this black dot became bigger and bigger, becoming clearer and clearer in the eyes of everyone in the ogre.

A huge manta ray floats in the sky, the manta ray's body is colorful, the body is nearly 20 zhang long, it looks huge, on the back of this manta ray, there are more than ten figures sitting or standing.

"Colorful devil fish, the holy daughter of the witch barbarian clan dared to appear here, I didn't expect that there would be such a harvest, but the young master has been coveting this holy woman for a long time. ”

It was an old man's voice, brown in a shirt that covered his dark red skin, and the lines that spread from his forehead were more complex than those of the rest of his clansmen.

The huge colorful manta fish slowly landed on the ground in front of the Barbarian Temple, and several figures on its body jumped to the ground, looking at the beasts entrenched in the distance and the aura of the ogre demon clan that disgusted them with a surprised face, and slowly walked into the Barbarian Temple with a slight frown.

Xiao Wensheng's figure appeared in front of them, and the saint took small steps and walked in front of Xiao Wensheng, carefully looking at Xiao Wensheng's imagination, looking at this person from Zhongzhou who had never seen it before, with a curious look, but the injury on Xiao Wensheng's body made her frown slightly.

Behind her, there was also a big witch in a white robe, who also followed, looking at the miserable wound on Xiao Wensheng's waist that was torn out, and his brows furrowed.

"Shura thorn, and there is more than one stalk, he can hold out until now, this perseverance is amazing enough. ”

"You're a curator, so save him. ”

The white-robed big witch nodded, chanting something in his mouth, and a gentle white light fused into Xiao Wensheng's body, and this white light converged on Xiao Wensheng's wound, and slowly stopped the bleeding from Xiao Wensheng's wound, but the wound could not heal.

"Shura has a Shura spell on his thorn, I can't solve this curse, I need the witch master to solve it, I can only stabilize his injuries for the time being. ”

"Besides, this young man must have been poisoned. ”

"Poisoning?

The witch saint said suspiciously.

Seeing the red veins raised on his face and body, if he guessed correctly, he should have been poisoned by the blood baby. ”

"It turned out to be poisoning, I thought that the people of Zhongzhou were so ugly, the blood baby has disappeared in the Northern Wilderness for many years, how could he be poisoned?"

The Holy Maiden squatted down and leaned close to Xiao Wensheng's face, wanting to take a closer look.

At this moment, because the healing light of the white-robed Great Witch had played a role, the discomfort in his body was reduced a little, and Xiao Wensheng slowly opened his eyes.

Xiao Wensheng and the Holy Maiden of the Wu Clan looked at each other like this, staring together, and there was only a few centimeters between the tips of their noses.

"Ah......h

Yu screamed, took a few steps back in a panic, his face turned red, and straightened up his robe, which was a little messy due to panic.

"Are you awake, how are you feeling?"

"You are from the Wu Barbarians?"

Xiao Wensheng opened his chapped lips and asked in a hoarse voice.

"The witch master has deduced that you are in trouble here, let us come to pick you up and return to the clan, can you walk?"

Looking at Xiao Wensheng's haggard appearance now, he asked with some concern.

Shaking his head, Xiao Wensheng closed his eyes and glanced at the situation in his body, the spiritual energy in the dantian sea was seriously depleted, and the Dao spirit also disappeared because of protecting himself, I don't know if it can be regenerated, and the lotus leaves and the three lotus flowers that have not yet opened have also begun to show signs of withering because they are not moistened by the true yuan.

In this Northern Wilderness, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is too thin, and its own Chaos True Yuan belongs to the most high-end kind, and a large amount of True Yuan can only be refined into the body to refine a small amount of Chaos True Yuan, which makes Xiao Wensheng in this wilderness more and more difficult.

Xiao Wensheng took out the Void Mi Gourd from the Qiankun Qingguang Ring, opened the stopper and poured the Blood Spirit Wine into his mouth in a big gulp, although the spiritual energy contained in the Blood Spirit Wine was a little less now, but it was better than nothing.

Xiao Wensheng drank all the blood spirit wine and monkey wine stored in the void gourd in one go, and frantically refined the aura contained in it, without wasting a single thing, in the clouds above the dantian sea, it rained, lingering, bit by bit, the rain fell on the lotus leaves, making the originally wilted lotus leaves slowly stretch.

After drinking the spirit wine, Xiao Wensheng began to take out the demon pill and put it in his hand to absorb the spiritual power inside, along the way, the demon pill has gained a lot, and it can also help Xiao Wensheng recover some chaotic true yuan.

The demon pills turned into wisps of true yuan in Xiao Wensheng's hands, which were absorbed and disappeared by Xiao Wensheng, and the true yuan in his body slowly recovered thirty percent.

"Xiao Wensheng, a disciple of Haotian Sect in the Lower Middle Continent, thank you to all the Wu Barbarians for coming to the rescue. ”

Xiao Wensheng slowly stood up and hugged his fists at the holy maiden and the white-robed witch.

"It's a trivial matter, are you people in Middle-earth so thin?"

Na Tang looked at Xiao Wensheng's eyes getting brighter and brighter, completely forgetting the embarrassment just now, and looked at Xiao Wensheng and said.

"Before I practiced, I was a scholar, so my body was relatively weak. ”

Xiao Wensheng also looked at this woman who was extremely amazing at first sight with a smile on his face, the perfect figure of the convex and backward curved could not even be covered by the loose robe, this woman was not the dignified and gentle beauty of Yun Niang, not the cute and well-behaved beauty of Luo Li, but the wild beauty that flashed in her eyes.

"Scholar? ”

Xiao Wensheng smiled and shook his head, this woman should have never left the Northern Wilderness, so this kind of thing is difficult to explain, so she can only avoid this topic.

"I want to go to the nobles to meet the Witch Lord, and I ask you to guide the way. ”

"Is it that you want to learn the art of slaying the gods of my clan?"

At this moment, Xiao Wensheng's gaze was still full of curiosity, this unscrupulous, unscrupulous gaze sweeping around himself made Xiao Wensheng a little uncomfortable.

"It's down there. ”

"The teacher asked me to take you back to the clan, since you can walk now, then let's go. ”

As he spoke, he took the lead and walked out, and the white-robed wizard and the more than a dozen barbarians behind him only followed silently, without words.

Walking out of the main hall, Xiao Wensheng saw the beasts that led him out of the barbarian temple and began to become more and more irritable, as well as the people of the ogre demon clan who disappeared, and began to feel that maybe this road would not be so smooth.