Late night had already fallen, as to-day there was a faint white glow, and the faint moonlight sprinkled on the snow in the jungle, raising a cold light, and with the creaking sound of confusion, the migratory crowds of the Osan tribe hurried away in the night before dawn.

It was very quiet all around, except for the sound of stepping on the snow, there was almost nothing else, and all the people of the Wushan tribe were silent, whether it was the old man, the woman, or Lasu, all of them were silent in this night migration.

Several hours have passed since the previous war, and the tragedy of that war has been deeply remembered in the minds of all the Wushan people, engraved in their souls, and they will not be forgotten in their lives.

Before leaving, not counting Ah Gong, there were more than 30 barbarians in the Wushan Tribe, and now, under that big battle, there are only 14 people left. All the blood on these fourteen people dried up, revealing sorrow, and at the same time, with a sense of slaughter, silently guarding the clansmen, walked forward.

More than a dozen people died, but the Montenegrin Department paid more price, which is related to cultivation, but more importantly, the invading Montenegrin Department is far from the persistence of the Wushan people who had to leave their homeland, the courage called guarding, a self-explosion, maybe what brought to the invaders of the Montenegrin Department was contempt, but twice, three times, four times...... But it gave those people in the Black Mountain Department a fear from the heart.

The Osan Department is weak, but in this weakness, there is a strong force!

Su Ming walked silently, since the battle, in the past few hours, he didn't say a word, he seemed to be very cheerful, he had the impulse of a young man, and now, he finally learned to be silent, instead of roaring.

It's just that the price of learning to be silent, and the magnitude of it is so tragic that it's heartbreaking.

Su Ming knew that from this day on, his innocence was shattered and left his body, from this day on, his happiness melted and disappeared in the blood, and from this day on, his tears were slowly replaced by silence.

Time passed, and soon it was dawn, and the clansmen who had walked all night did not pause in that exhaustion, and everyone gritted their teeth, supported each other, and almost ran, moving quickly.

The daytime gradually dissipated in this migration, and the tribesmen on the way could not bear this exhaustion, and after resting for half an hour, they hurried again.

Until the middle of the night of the next day, until the moonlight once again fell on the snowy land of the jungle, the tribesmen of the Wushan tribe walked quickly in that silence.

"Brother Su Ming......" In Su Ming's ears, a timid and weak voice came, he turned his head sideways and saw the little girl who was being held by the people of the clan.

Looking at the child's clean eyes, Su Ming's face squeezed out a smile, but the smile looked very terrifying against the blood on his face.

But the little girl didn't feel terrible, but looked at Su Ming with wide eyes, and after hesitating for a moment, she raised her little dirty hand and wiped the dry blood off her face for Su Ming.

Feeling the little girl's delicate hand caressing his face, Su Ming's heart was warm in the pain of that drop of blood.

"Brother Su Ming is not afraid...... Tongtong is not afraid ......" The little girl withdrew her little hand, and on her hand, there was some blood stained, she looked at Su Ming, and her bright eyes had a firmness that children rarely have.

Su Ming touched the little girl's head, did not speak, but looked ahead, the road ahead was hidden in the jungle, and he couldn't see where the future was.

Lei Chen was on the other side of the crowd in the distance, always clenching his fists, the blood on his back had dried up, the pain was ignored by him, there was bloodlust in his eyes, and even more grief, he would not forget that the battle last night, if it weren't for the fact that an elder barbarian in the clan blew himself up before he was seriously injured and died, he was afraid that his body would remain in that battlefield now.

In front of him was Ulla, the girl was pale and tired, her left arm was covered with dried blood, as if she could not lift it, and her face was blurred with a large patch of flesh and blood, which made her beautiful face no longer look good.

But in her eyes, she did not give up, and still carried the inherent persistence of the Wushan tribesmen now.

In the rear, Bei Ling and Chen Xin, they held hands, as if they would never want to be separated, guarding the crowd and walking.

Ah Gong is still at the back, the white hair on his head and the wrinkles on his face are in Su Ming's eyes, which makes Su Ming's heart hurt even more. He could see Ah Gong's exhaustion.

The night of the second day, the moon in the sky, is not bent, but spreads towards the full moon, but today is obviously not the night of the full moon, perhaps, tomorrow, perhaps, the day after tomorrow.

As the tribe migrated and walked, sometimes there were tribesmen and barbarians galloping from all around, and the number was small, only four. These four people are the explorers sent by the tribe, and they risk their lives to rush back to inform them of any changes in the surrounding area within a fixed time.

If they don't come back, it means that something has happened.

Time passed, and soon it was another hour, and the sky was dark, as if there was a terrible gaze, staring at the earth, looking at the people of Wushan, walking fast.

At this moment, the four people who were supposed to return on time, but only three of them came back, and the people who were exploring in the rear did not have the slightest trace, Su Ming's hair stood up all over his body, his eyes showed fierceness, he turned around and stopped, and he also noticed that something was wrong, and there were other people, Ah Gong's eyes flashed, and he clenched the bone staff in his hand.

Suddenly, a faint roar came from behind, and this sound reached the ears of all the Wushan tribesmen, making Su Ming sad even more.

He knew that it was a bloodline self-detonation.

He knew that the pursuit of the Black Mountain Department was coming again!

"Don't stop, speed up the migration, all the barbarians guard, retreat while fighting!" Ah Gong touched the bone staff in his hand to the earth, raised his left hand, and waved it towards the sky above the tribe, and immediately the sky and earth above the tribe were distorted again, but he saw that the Wushan barbarian statue that appeared before was transformed again, floating above the tribe crowd, emitting the light of protection.

It floats with the movement of the crowd, and it exists, and as long as it is not damaged, it can keep the people under its light safe.

Almost at the moment when the statue of Wushan appeared, Ah Gong raised his head violently, his expression revealed the unprecedented solemnity of this battle, his eyes revealed the forest, staring directly at the dark sky.

But seeing this pitch-black canopy, it suddenly changed drastically at this moment, a red light came out of thin air, and after merging with the black, it looked as if it had become purple, and the red light spread, like blood, and instantly spread most of the sky.

A hoarse and gloomy voice swirled between the heavens and the earth, coming out in all directions.

"Mosang ......" With the echo of that voice, a great coercion descended from the sky, and the power of this coercion, in the moment it was scattered on the earth, immediately made all the Wushan tribesmen on the ground feel it clearly, and even the statue of the Wushan barbarian was shocked.

Su Ming's heart was pounding and beating, this coercion was so strong, he had only felt it in Jing Nan, the barbarian prince of the Fengzhen Department, this coercion belonged to Kaichen!!

This is a natural pressure from the Dust Opening Realm to the Blood Condensation Realm, and under this pressure, the Blood Condensation Realm barbarians will operate as if their qi and blood are not being controlled.

However, with the emergence of this coercion, with the spread of blood on the canopy, and as the moon in the sky vaguely became a blood moon under this blood color, in Su Ming's feelings, there was an indescribable feeling that no one had at this moment except him.

That feeling, like the blood moon he saw when the blood and fire were burning together, even had an illusion that was extremely familiar to him, as if what was hidden in the sky at the moment was a huge moon wing.

This illusion that made him unbelievable made Su Ming's heart shocked. Immediately afterward, he saw a person slowly walking out of the canopy of the sky, in that blood.

This man was dressed in a black robe, his body was thin, and his appearance was very gloomy, and he walked out step by step with his hands behind his back, standing in the sky, looking down on the earth.

On the center of his eyebrows, there is a totem of moon wings, which is vivid, extremely realistic, lifelike, flashing with a strange red light.

Bitu!

Black Mountain Ministry Barbarian, Bitu!!

"Mo Sang, you don't have to wait for Jing Nan and Wen Yan, they ...... It's hard to protect yourself, and you don't have time to care about the life or death of your Wushan Division!" Bitu smiled gloomily and looked at the grandfather behind the crowd on the ground.

Ah Gong was silent, he was indeed waiting for Jing Nan, but Jing Nan never appeared along the way, and he faintly understood in his heart that there might be a change in the Fengzhen Department.

"Nan Song, second only to Mo Sang back then, amazing you, after escaping to the Wushan Department, you are still a waste, so many years, I have always been thinking, before your Abba died, that look is worth remembering, he begged me, let you live, unfortunately, I didn't want to satisfy him, but you still escaped, Nansong, I was a barbarian in the Black Mountain Department, we ...... Meet again. Beatu smiled, but the smile soon widened, and eventually burst into laughter.

Outside the crowd, the white-haired Nan Song looked at Bitu in the sky, and was not moved by his words, but saw through the things of the world, and sighed lightly.

"Compared with poisoning the previous generation of the Montenegrin barbarians, chasing and killing the sons of the old Montenegrin barbarians, and contributing to most of the people of the Montenegrin tribe back then, in exchange for the evil barbarian law, I might as well ......" Nan Song was always calm, but the wrinkles on his face seemed to be more all of a sudden.

"The grievances of the past should be understood today, Mo Sang, Nan Song, I will give you two a chance, give you a chance to fight with me together!" Bitu laughed, waved his right hand, and immediately the heavens and the earth roared, but he saw the infinite blood light on the canopy behind him, which instantly turned into an extremely rich blood mist, and when the mist rolled, it turned into a huge moon wing!

The wings of the moon spread out, as if covering the sky and the moon.

"Nansong, Bitu will give it to me...... I'll hold him back, Horde...... I'll leave it to you!" Ah Gong Mosang took a deep breath, his eyes swept among the clansmen, looking at the silent clansmen, as if he wanted to find the traitors, but in the end it was a sigh, everyone was covered in blood and exhaustion, how could he doubt these people who fought for the tribe, he saw the sorrow of the head, and saw a deep wound in the neck of the mountain scar.

"Perhaps, there really is no traitor...... Before Ah Gong retracted his gaze, he glanced at Su Ming deeply, and his body suddenly rose, and a huge black python transformed out of thin air, and together with him, it went straight to the sky like a meteor.

The roaring sound echoed the heavens and the earth, and as Ah Gong approached, Nabitu laughed, and the sky was shrouded in red mist, which filled the two of them, and they couldn't see what was inside, but the roaring sound was earth-shattering.

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