"Wu Gong. ”

The gold in Li Mucheng's eyes had all disappeared, and he had regained his blackness like the night sky. He looked at Wu Gong and called softly.

At this time, one of Wu Gong's arms was hanging down weakly, and it seemed that it had been scrapped.

"I'm fine. I can't die from this injury. ”

Wu Gong saw that Li Mucheng was staring at his arm, he pursed his lips and shook his head.

"It's good for you to come back. At the bottom of the pillar, I don't know what happened. We gathered the strength of our whole people to kill him. ”

"Wu Gong. ”

At this moment, Mo Feng suddenly flew to Wu Gong's side, his eyes were full of sadness, "Kill Qiu...... Dead ......"

Li Mucheng had an impression of the killing of Qiu. He is a somewhat bewitching-looking man who likes to wear black robes. I also like to draw eyeliner. But his smile was warm. In the past few days, Li Mucheng and Kill Qiu have some conversations.

"Condolences. ”

Wu Gong said lightly. "The great calamity of our people has come. There is no way to bury the dead. But I believe that the dead will bless us with their souls!"

As he spoke, he heard a terrible, woman-like scream coming from the black pit underground. At the moment when the voice came out, countless blood-red human-faced birds flew from inside, fighting towards Wu Gong and the others.

"God bless the barbarians!"

Wu Gong raised his remaining arm and raised his arm to call. His voice, like an ancient war song, makes people's blood boil. For a moment, the tribesmen of the Barbarian tribe seemed to have forgotten the fear of death, and shouted at the same time:

"God bless the barbarians!"

Countless human-faced birds flew up and fought with the people of the Barbarian Tribe. By chance, Li Mucheng saw that Mo Feng's niece, Bai Xue, and Mo Feng's daughter Mu Ling were all fighting bloodily.

Even, even Feng Yi and Zi Lei and others were fighting.

"They're all fighting, and I can't leave it behind. Hahaha......"

Li Mucheng laughed wildly, and hunted in a black robe. His hand stretched out and placed it on his chest, and his fingers made a few strokes in the void, and in an instant, a shining golden word appeared in front of him.

"The people of the black barbarians, all retreat!"

His voice is like a god, and people can't resist it. Even the human-faced bird was shocked by his voice, and for a while, whether it was a human-faced bird or a member of the barbarian clan, they forgot about fighting, raised their heads, and looked up at the black-clothed young man.

Li Mucheng's eyes turned golden again. This time, it's different from the pale gold in the Arctic Cave. The dazzling golden glow makes people want to pay homage.

At this time, Li Mucheng is like a human emperor!

Although, he was only a fourteen-year-old boy and a teenager who had not cultivated enough to be in the Jindan stage.

......

"All the barbarians, listen to Mucheng's words. ”

Just when everyone was stunned, Wu Gong suddenly spoke. Hearing Wu Gong's words, the people of the Wu Barbarian tribe came back to their senses one after another, and retreated with all their strength. It's not about the birds fighting. Unexpectedly, those human-faced birds were not chasing them, but suspended in mid-air, staring at Li Mucheng.

"Wu Gong. ”

Li Mucheng's voice was not so cold, he looked at Wu Gong and said softly: "Let's compose a war song of blood and fire, how about it?"

"Haha, I've lived for thousands of years, and I've already lived enough!

After that, Wu Gong roared in the sky, and his only remaining right arm stretched out out of thin air, and a spear appeared in his hand. The spear is about two meters long, and a hint of red tassels adds a murderous aura. And the blood stains on the blood trough that have long dried up make people even more timid.

"Pro!"

Li Mucheng spit out a word and typed out the golden word in front of him. The word is the first word of the eight-character proverb, although it is not as powerful as the other seven words, but it is very deterrent to these face birds.

"Boom!~~"

The dust scattered, the endless hanging stones collapsed, and the rubble no longer had the power to levitate, and sprinkled to the bottom of the pillar.

More than 10 human-faced birds were killed in one word, and now there are almost 100 human-faced birds that can be seen with the naked eye. But this is only on the surface of the human-faced bird. No one knows that in the deep pit at the bottom of the Heavenly Pillar, there is still a faceless bird!

And by Li Mucheng's side, Wu Gong was holding a spear and burst out with unprecedented combat effectiveness. Blood was splattered everywhere, including the blood of Wugong and the blood of human-faced birds.

"Listen to all the barbarians! The rest of you, follow me to kill the Douglas Bird!

The ink wind roared, and a flying sword like a green hedron flew out of his side, and was trampled under his feet.

The fighting spirit is high, and the blood is pouring all over the ground!

In just half an hour, more than half of the people of the Barbarian tribe have been killed or wounded. As for the human-faced birds, there are only fifty left. But even though Li Mucheng, Wugong Mofeng and the others had killed most of the human-faced birds, there was not much spiritual energy left in their bodies.

When their aura is exhausted, it will be the moment when the barbarians will perish.

Wu Gong, the strongest man of the Wu Barbarian Clan, was also covered with scars and bleeding. But even so, his spear was still there.

The guns are here, the brute soul is here!

The sword is here, Mucheng is here!

Li Mucheng held a lionheart sword and jumped among more than a dozen human-faced birds. The shadow of the sword was like the wind, whistling on the bodies of the more than a dozen human-faced birds, cutting out wounds on their bodies with green blood.

The battle had been going on for two hours, and everyone was exhausted. And there are only a few twenty human-faced birds left in Wuman Mountain.

But!

Although there are only a few human-faced birds, the tribesmen of the Wu Barbarian Clan have also suffered heavy casualties. There were originally more than 100 clansmen, but now there are more than 70 people left who can breathe. Moreover, most of these more than 70 people have been seriously injured and have no ability to fight again. In the roundabout with the human-faced birds, only Mo Lan, Mo Feng, Wu Gong and Li Mucheng remained.

Above the Heavenly Palace, Zi Lei looked at the battle situation below, and couldn't help but be full of anxiety. But no matter how anxious he is, it's useless. His strength is no more than the early stage of mortal bones. And now the human-faced bird has gone berserk, and if he goes down, it is nothing more than a death.

Similarly, Feng Yi, Mu Ling, Bai Xue and others are also anxious.

"Victory is at hand, everyone work hard, kill these beasts!"

Li Mucheng's eyes were incomparably bright, and the aura in his body had already been overdrawn. He is now burning his soul and fighting for the Barbarians.

"Pro!"

Li Mucheng endured the dizziness and took the time to evacuate the few spiritual energy that was transformed by the power of the soul, and once again composed the presence of the eight-character mantra. The word appeared in front of him, although it still shone with golden light, but this golden light was extremely dim.

"Finally...... It's over. ”

Wu Gong landed on a hanging stone, he looked at the corpses of the human-faced birds everywhere, as well as the corpses of the Wu barbarians mixed in them, knelt on one knee, and exhaled a turbid breath.

"yes. The catastrophe was finally overcome. ”

Li Mucheng had a smile on his face, but no matter how bright the smile was, it couldn't hide his weakness. The pale face has betrayed Li Mucheng.

In this battle, he burned his soul to fight, so to speak, even if the aura in his body can be restored, his longevity is not much. Unless he can quickly break through the void period. Otherwise, he will not have more than ten years left.

Breaking through the void period in ten years is simply a joke. Even if you are a genius, it will take hundreds of years to reach the Cave Void Stage from the half-step Jindan.

However, where there is life, there is hope.

"Pack up and bury the dead. ”

It was only at this time that Wu Gong felt a sense of emptiness coming from his body. He is also burning his soul and fighting the human-faced bird!

"Everything has changed for the better. ”

Looking at the moonlight that gradually turned yellow above his head, Li Mucheng sat on the ground and said in his heart.

But just when everyone thought that the catastrophe had passed, all of a sudden, the cry that made them extremely frightened came from the ground again.

Hearing the voice, Li Mucheng suddenly looked up. I saw that the full moon in the sky, which had already regained its yellow color, burst out with an incomparably scarlet color at this time. And the anger contained in it, even Li Mucheng can feel it clearly.

"It turns out that the real catastrophe is this. Li Mucheng closed his eyes in despair. He released his divine consciousness with difficulty, and checked the human-faced birds at the bottom of the Heavenly Pillar, which definitely exceeded two thousand!

With only a hundred human-faced birds, the entire Wu Barbarian Clan has been wiped out, not to mention, more than 2,000 human-faced birds.

"It turned out that everything I saw was only part of the catastrophe. Listening to the sound of rustling from the land of the Heavenly Pillar, Wu Gong closed his eyes in despair.

The entire Wuman Mountain was covered with a layer of blood-colored light by the scarlet blood moon. It's like an endless cry of grievances. More like ...... A harbinger of the destruction of a race.