"No, it can't be!"

Mo Feng's lips trembled, and his eyes were already full of despair. And looking at Mo Lan again, it is no different from him.

"Heaven destroys the barbarians!Heaven destroys my barbarians!!"

Wu Gong's snow-white hair had fallen over his shoulders at some point, and he looked up at the blood-colored full moon in the sky, muttering something in his mouth.

Li Mucheng stood on a hanging stone, blood flowing down his hand, slashing through the lionheart sword, and falling to the ground. The golden pill vortex in the dantian shattered at some point, leaving only a faint wisp of aura, circling inside.

"Since I have promised you, then even if I fight to the death, I will save them. ”

Endless human-faced birds swept in, and the only four people who still had a trace of combat power, Li Mucheng, Wu Gong, Mo Feng and Mo Lan, were in different states. Wu Gong seemed to be crazy, looking up at the blood moon, his mouth was full of reincarnation, and Mo Feng and Mo Lan were kneeling on the hanging stone, they were already desperate.

The only difference is Li Mucheng.

At this time, he smiled, looked at the surging tide of human-faced birds below, and suddenly raised his right hand.

Li Mucheng pointed to the six people in the sky and shouted, "You guys, don't resist!"

After that, Li Mucheng used his heart to communicate with the Demon Luo Tower, and a light flashed, and the six disappeared.

"Wugong, don't worry. They're safe now. Li Mucheng muttered, and then shouted: "Anyone who can breathe, come with me!"

Hearing this, Wu Gong remembered that there was still Li Mucheng here. The man in black seen in the prophecy earlier was Li Mucheng. And now the only hope that the barbarian clan will not be wiped out is also Li Mucheng.

Looking at the more than thirty barbarians who could still move, Li Mucheng didn't feel good in his heart. Since coming to this Wuman Mountain, everyone in Wuman Mountain loves them as their own people. Now the barbarians have a great calamity, but they cannot save them.

The only thing that can be done is to fight to the death.

Since you have promised him, you can't give up!

It's a pity that his ability is limited, and he can only include those few people who are not high in cultivation into the Demon Luo Pagoda. If you break through the Jindan period, then no one here will have to die!

The Demon Pagoda has a perverted defense, and just by opening the first layer, it is impossible for monks below the Cave Void Period to break through. If his strength reaches the Jindan stage, it's a big deal, take all the people in Wuman Mountain into the Demon Luo Tower, and after all these face birds leave, they will return to this Wuman Mountain.

However, Li Mucheng didn't know about Wugong and Mo Feng and others. Even if they die, they will not leave the homeland that has nurtured them for hundreds of years!

They don't ask for anything else, they just want to leave some inheritance of Wuman Mountain, enough!

"Mucheng...... Where did you get Bai Xue and the others?"

Mo Feng asked listlessly.

"Don't worry, Uncle Mofeng, I have all taken them into the immortal weapon 'Demon Luo Tower'. Unless the Cave Void Period, that is, the Bone Condensing Realm cultivator, others will not be able to break through the defenses of the Demon Luo Tower. They're safe now. ”

That is to say. Snow white them, they can't die. Mo Feng's eyes suddenly released a fine light, "Hahaha, we are the barbarian clan, and the inheritance continues! We, we are not unjust! These face birds, forcing our barbarian clan to almost wipe out, even if we die, we have to bite off a piece of his flesh!"

Mo Feng raised his arms and roared, and when he heard his voice, the thirty-four Wu barbarians next to him all stood up.

They have already begun to burn their souls, preparing for the next desperate battle!

Looking at the warlike Wu Barbarian clansmen, Li Mucheng's eyes jumped a few times, he raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger, and slashed across the void.

"丿, 丨, one, 丨, one. ”

After just five strokes, Li Mucheng's face turned pale, and he opened his mouth to spit out a pool of black blood.

These five strokes are exactly half of the eight-character proverb, the second word, the word 'soldier'. However, this is only half the story. The remaining two strokes, with Li Mucheng's current strength, no matter how much effort he effortes, it is impossible to write!

"Perhaps, enough ......"

Li Mucheng muttered in his heart. He didn't dare to open his mouth anymore now. As soon as his mouth loosened, an endless stream of blood flowed out.

"Bing!"

The corners of Li Mucheng's mouth hooked up a slight arc, and the word soldier typed out, landing on the group of human-faced birds that had not yet reached their side.

His eyes could no longer be opened, and they were closed together. And before closing his eyes, the only thing he saw was the dazzling golden light.

The endless golden light seemed to envelop the entire Wuman Mountain. All I heard in my ears was the shrill roar of a human-faced bird.

"Whether you can survive this catastrophe depends on this blow. ”

"Poof. Li Mucheng's body fell on the hanging stone and lost consciousness.

......

"Cheng'er, look. ”

The man in black held a turquoise sword, held it high above his head, and dangled it at the child in front of him.

The man's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, mature edges and corners outline a flawless, but cold face. Perhaps, this face, only when he sees the child in front of him, the ice on it will melt.

"What is this, it's so beautiful. ”

The boy known as Cheng'er took the sword from the man's hand, but the moment he took the sword, he fell to the ground because of the weight of the sword.

The boy didn't speak, just silently got up, patted the dust off his body, and then stretched out his immature hand and stroked the green sword on the ground.

"It's called Lionheart, and I'm giving it to you today. In the future, when you are in danger, it will protect you. ”

"Uh-huh. Thank you, Father. The boy put one hand on his sword. Although he still can't hold this sword, he can see from his eyes that he loves this sword.

"However, Cheng'er wants to promise Daddy one thing, okay?"

"What's the matter?"

The boy's eyes widened as he looked at the man in black.

The corners of the black-clothed man's mouth outlined a mysterious arc, "Promise Daddy, if you meet a person named Mo Man in the future, you must help him." No matter what, you can't give up on him. ”

"Uh-huh. I know. ”

The boy lifted his innocent face and looked at the man in black.

Although this year, he was only three years old. But the agreement between father and son, he has always kept it in mind.

The boy is Li Mucheng.

Lying on the cold ground, Li Mucheng muttered in his hoarse voice, "Actually...... If you don't erase my memory, I will help you desperately. After all, I promised my father eleven years ago to protect your life......"

"However, I don't have the ability to protect the barbarians......"

The voice grew lower, and finally turned into a murmur. A fishy wind blew, completely blowing his voice through the Wuman Mountains.