"Speaking of which, thanks to those people from your Witch Bat Division, otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to escape from the Tianlan Barricade. The big man put the tomahawk aside, took out some ointment and applied it to the wounds on his body, and there were many blood marks on his body.

"You are indeed ruthless, and you have fought to kill hundreds of clansmen in exchange for such a small opportunity. The big man smiled.

"Under the disaster of the Eastern Wilderness, if you don't enter the barbarians, you will definitely die, in order to survive, what is this, it can't be compared to you pretending to be dead to escape. The man with the bat tattooed in his face snorted coldly.

"We should be the first to use this method to escape in this battle, but regrettable" This method is very risky, and at most three or five people will come in at a time, otherwise, if you sacrifice this method to the Witch God Temple, you can also get a lot of rewards. The big man frowned, avoiding the topic.

"It's useless to dedicate it to the Witch God Temple, do you think they don't know this method, and the horror and strength of Tianlan City must have known about this flaw for a long time, but it was still kept and not sealed, this reason is very deep. The bat-stinging man sneered.

"Oh, I thought this method was the first to be found by Wu Duo, he has disappeared for more than ten years, and has been living in the barbarians, I don't know how he is cultivating now. The big man lowered his head, his eyes flickering.

In this conversation, the two of them carefully observed their surroundings from time to time, and if there was the slightest disturbance, they would immediately take action, after all, in their feelings, this was a barbarian, and here, it could be said that anyone was their enemy.

With their cultivation comparable to the early stage of the barbarian backbone, they don't dare to go too deep into the barbarians, and it is a great sacrifice to be able to enter here, the Wu clan can't go back, and now all they want to do is find a small tribe of barbarians, hide their identities, and with the migration of the tribe, they will eventually make it more likely to survive under that disaster, and they don't want to die in the war.

At this moment, about two thousand zhang away from them, there is an afterimage silently, over, this extreme speed is caused by the woman who went out on patrol in the third middle school, she is constantly wandering and searching, gradually, and Su Ming's location, the difference is less than three thousand zhang, according to her speed, even if it is patrolling in a ring, it will not take a stick of incense to find Su Ming.

And once the barbarian Su Ming is discovered, before they have no way to hide the characteristics of the Wu clan, it will be a battle of life and death.

Su Ming leaned on the big tree, closed his eyes, his expression contained reminiscence, holding the bones in both hands, playing a silent death song, if you look carefully, you can vaguely see that around Su Ming, there is a circle of looming ripples, which spread to the surroundings and echo within a radius of dozens of zhang.

"There is a soul, so there is a song...... It's the wind that blows, but what can't be dispersed is the sound of the soul......" Su Ming muttered, opened his eyes, looked at the bones in his hands, for a long time, for a long time, when he closed his eyes again, he was once again immersed in the silent song.

Gradually, after forgetting everything along the way, here, under the big tree in the middle of the night, he forgot the bone damage in his hand, and did not pursue whether the death could make a sound, but in the memory of the loss, looking for a sense of home.

On his face, the pattern of Wushan gradually appeared, and on the chest under his shirt, a grass and tree of the Wushan tribe gradually appeared, and even around the tribe, there were slowly falling snowflakes, making his closed right eye gradually reveal a red.

The ripples around him became more and more intense, making Su Ming's inner ten zhang distorted, and his breath, as if they were hidden.

Such as Su Ming, it doesn't exist anymore.

He was immersed in the song, immersed in his memory, leaning against the tree, motionless.

Time passed slowly, and soon a stick of incense passed, and three hundred zhang away from the place where Su Ming was, an afterimage flashed, revealing the petite body, and the witch woman appeared there, her eyes swept around, and disappeared in a flash.

Time passed breath by breath, and in Su Ming's own unaware, the ripples around him were twisted like turbulent waves, and in that reverberation, they began to spread from a range of more than ten zhang, and gradually reached nearly fifty zhang, and suddenly, in the silence of this dark night, a whimpering sound suddenly appeared!

The sound of the death was faint at first, like the first cry of a baby, but it soon calmed off and turned into a whimper, containing an inexhaustible sorrow that swirled around and spread farther away.

Su Ming still closed his eyes, leaned against the big tree, held it to his mouth, and remained motionless. But just when the first sound that outsiders could hear at this moment came out very suddenly, a white storage bag tied to his shirt suddenly flashed red, but he saw that the red light in it flew out directly, and in front of Su Ming's body, in this large number of ripples and distortions, the fire ape appeared.

It squatted there, staring at Su Ming with strange eyes, in fact, this storage bag could not trap it, it could come out of it at any time, this was what Su Ming promised it, so it never sealed it tightly.

At this moment, it looked at Su Ming in a daze, and there was a sad voice in its ears, which made it feel very uncomfortable after listening to it, so it squatted there and listened silently.

Under Su Ming's body, the shadow reflected in the moonlight, at this moment he had a riot, and at the head of the shadow, a pair of red eyes were revealed, and there was confusion in those eyes.

Almost at the same time that the sound of the loss of the song came out of the silence for the first time, two hundred zhang away from the place where Su Ming was, the figure of the witch woman who had disappeared before suddenly seemed to walk out of nothingness, and her expression showed vigilance, staring at the location where Su Ming was, that is, the place where the loss of the song came from.

Its gaze showed murderous intent, but it hesitated for a moment, did not act rashly, and gradually retreated as it walked away.

The sound of the song spread more and more, until it echoed within a radius of hundreds of feet, and did not disperse for a long time, and even in this silent night, it dispersed to a farther place.

The sadness revealed in this song contains a sense of tragedy, which can make people's hearts fluctuate after listening to it, as if this voice has some strange power and can move the soul.

Thousands of feet away in the jungle, the two witch clansmen, who fell silent after a short conversation, raised their heads almost at the same time, their expressions showing vigilance.

"Did you hear that?" the stout man grasped the battle axe in his hand tightly, and there was murder in his eyes.

"Bad sound. The man with the bat tattooed in his face stood up, his face solemn.

"This dark night, in the eyes of the barbarians, is also a remote place, and there are no barbarian tribes nearby, and suddenly there is a loss of sound......" The big man looked murderous at the same time, but also nervous.

"Could it be Wu Duo?" the big man hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice.

Before the man with the bat tattooed on his face could speak, an indifferent woman's voice came from the jungle beside him.

"No, this man is a barbarian. With the words appearing, it was the woman of the Wu clan who was still two hundred zhang away from Su Ming and had returned here at this moment.

"What cultivation?" asked the man with a bat-stinging face at once.

"I can't feel too strong in cultivation, except that this loss is a little strange...... This person's cultivation should not be sacrificed to the bones. The woman said coldly.

"No sacrificial bones!" the big man with the battle axe breathed a sigh of relief, and then laughed evilly.

But the man with the bat tattooed on his face frowned and looked at the witch woman.

"If you don't sacrifice the bones, why don't you just kill them? ”

"This is a barbarian, if you want to do it together, I won't do it alone. The woman's words remained cold.

"Wu Duo is coming, let's go, let's get to know this person quickly, and after killing this person, we have to look around again to see if there are any other barbarians, so as not to make trouble." The man with the bat in his face flashed his gaze and headed straight for the jungle.

The witch woman followed behind, her figure like a cigarette, and she looked a little ethereal.

"If you can't sacrifice the bones, then let the uncle peel off his skin and see if he can wear it on his body. The stout man licked his lips, revealing bloodthirsty cruelty, and followed closely.

The three of them can be said to be extremely cautious, even in the face of a person who has not opened the sacrificial bones, they have to shoot at the same time, which shows that they do not have the slightest sense of security in the barbarians.

"Firefly Illusion, you are good at speed, you will strike first in a while, but don't kill this person, leave alive, there is something wrong with this person, I have some questions to ask this brute. The man with a bat tattoo on his face whispered to the witch woman beside him as he galloped.

The speed of the three of them was extremely fast, and the distance of five thousand zhang was not far from this straight line, and it was not long before they were close to it, but as they approached, the sound of whimpering and demurging in their ears became clearer and clearer, and in the silence of the night, this decorating made them feel extremely uneasy.

Hearing the other party's words, Hotaru nodded, she also felt that something was not quite right with this brute.

300 zhang, 200 zhang, 100 zhang, 50 zhang, 30 zhang...... The three of them were like Changhong, setting off a piercing roar, starting at full speed from a distance of three hundred zhang, and when they appeared thirty zhang next to Su Ming, they saw at a glance the speed of leaning against the big tree, motionless, and even saw a fiery red ape squatting in front of Su Ming.

Almost the moment the three of them came, the fire ape turned around violently, grinned his teeth, and looked at the three of them, at the same time, the woman who was good at speed among the three of them, her body rushed violently, and the previous breath looked still thirty zhang away, but when the next breath, she walked beside Su Ming, the woman's eyes showed a cold light, her right hand was raised, but she saw five black needles in her hand, and went straight to Su Ming's heavenly spirit.

But almost as soon as the woman's right hand was raised to be lowered, she suddenly let out a terrible scream, her body trembled, and her blood spurted out with a look of horror and disbelief.

"What's behind me!" the woman's voice was terrified, but she saw that her body was visibly withered, as if flesh and blood were being devoured in an instant.

The big man with the battle axe opened his eyes wide at the moment, revealing fear, and the man with the bat next to him gasped, and he clearly saw that behind the firefly illusion, there was a dark shadow like skin, sticking to his back, and it was spreading rapidly, as if to wrap the woman's body.