Chapter 30

When the wolves were passing by, Chen Xun came out of the snow and touched the South with the marks of the wolves' trampling.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun is scattered on the ice and snow. Chen Xun passes through a dense forest swept by wolves. A lonely mountain stands on the ice field. The rich blood from the top of the mountain goes straight to the cloud for a long time.

The isolated mountain is only three or four hundred meters high, surrounded by seven or eight Li.

When he went north to the snow plain of HuZe, Chen Xun walked around and knew that there was a tribe of more than 1000 people living in the village on this isolated mountain.

Looking at the footprints of the wolves, Chen Xunshi worries about the tribes in this isolated mountain.

When he felt it in the dark, he could see from a distance that the stockade on the hillside was broken. He could see that the huge trees in the valley were broken and the ice and snow were dyed dark brown. It could be seen that the tribe fought fiercely with the wolf.

The wolves have been missing for a long time. There are gaps everywhere. The walls of the stronghold are full of broken limbs and bones. The bitten heads are rolling all over the valley. The flesh and brain in the skull have already been eaten

There are not many bones and bones left by the wolves.

The sound of wolf teeth gnawing human bones is like a grindstone filing on the bone.

Looking at all this, Chen Xun's blood was almost frozen.

In my heart, I can't say whether it's anger, sadness or surprise. I just feel that there is a dead silence above the spirit. The golden soul has turned into a desert with no grass growing, and my hands and feet are shaking uncontrollably.

The old wolves found that the living people were coming from the valley. Their eyes were shining, their teeth were bared, and they were crying in a low voice. In the next moment, they were divided into three parts, and they came around chenxun along the ridge.

These green wolves look old and disabled, but they jump among the rocks and run like flies.

The old wolf, who was the leader, was huge. His thin and sunken back was like an angry bow. When he jumped down from the boulder, his back suddenly opened and accelerated in the air. He separated several shadows and rushed to Chen Xun's throat.

He almost bit the wolf's teeth dripping with human blood into his throat. Chen Xun's angry, sad, and frightened spirit suddenly burst out of the flames and burst into the bones, which made his whole blood boil.

The spirit of the barbarian had a form in an instant, and then it turned into countless dark gods. Chen Xun suddenly turned into a bottle of nine dark gods burning with dark fire, standing between heaven and earth.

That green Wolf seems to call the invisible hand to grasp the throat, so thin that the wolf body can no longer enter the scale, but horizontal in the air for a few seconds.

The long sword in Chen Xun's hand came out of its sheath and turned into a black sword gas. He cut the green Wolf in half from the beginning to the end.

The hot wolf blood sprayed all over Chen Xun's face.

Chen Xun's fierce breath suddenly made the other green wolves who came from the encirclement stop their bodies, whimpering and running to the outside of the mountain.

Chen Xun reached out to wipe the wolf's blood off his face, stood under the rocks, put the knife back in its sheath, took out the bronze vial from his arms, and swallowed a mouthful of Juyuan ointment to restore his nearly drained Qi and blood.

Entering the stockade, Chen found that more than 1000 people, almost all of them, had fallen near the stockade wall in the north.

Some bones of the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled are scattered in the stockade, and they are not as good as they look.

In the stone hall in the middle of the stockade, the stone slabs were smashed to reveal the deep black cellar, which was even more miserable.

In the cellar, there were mutilated limbs and bones everywhere, and plasma sprayed everywhere. There was little room for them.

Looking at the tiny skulls that have been gnawed away without any flesh and blood, we can also know that when the wolves hit, it was all the young children in this village who hid in the cellar, but they were not lucky

Chen Xun didn't know what he could do at this time.

Even if Tianman is brave and trapped in tens of millions of wolves, it's hard to find the whole body.

Don't say that he can't catch up with the wolves now. Even if he can catch up with the black Python in time, what can he do in the face of the turbulent wolves?

Perhaps this is the most cruel and true side of the wilderness.

Chen Xun picked up the scattered walls and bones of the stockade and piled them in the valley below. Then he took out the firewood stored in the stockade for the winter and piled it on the bones to light it.

The whimpering mountain wind sounds like countless souls crying in the dark night; the blood on the valley is more and more rich, and it is very cold at night, piercing the skin and penetrating the bones.

Even standing in front of the fire, Chen Xun felt that his blood was frozen into ice.

As the fire grew, it began to burn. Chen Xun suddenly found a figure standing on the East Cliff.

Although the distance is more than 1000 meters, the fire in the valley is blazing, shining through the cliff.

The man was wrapped in thick white clothes, with long hair in a bun, a long black gold sword without sheath on his back, and a blade higher than his shoulder, scattering cold light and penetrating the muscles and bones.

That person's face is not true, but the soft cheek jaw, can see is a young beautiful girl.

Even thousands of meters away, the man's eyes were like stars shining in the dark, which gave Chen Xun a sense of clarity and suppressed the cold light of the magic sword.

Chen Xun didn't know that the man was standing on the cliff and looked this way for a long time.Seeing Chen Xun's discovery, the girl turned and went down the cliff. In the dark night, her figure turned into a blue rainbow. She swept away into the distance with amazing speed and soon disappeared into the night.

In the past, Chen Xun was full of awe for the strong man who entered the Tianman realm. However, at this time, he just looked at the girl's disappearing direction for a few eyes, and then fell into meditation.

The essence of the cultivation of Manwu is that it can not only absorb the spirit from Qi and blood, but also harden the muscles, bones, skin and flesh. It can also penetrate the body and has great power.

However, the spirit of man in the body must be guided by the skills of man in the soul war, which are in accordance with the Tao and the body. Only in this way can he emerge from the body and form a powerful man in the soul war.

This is the real killing move and strength of Wu Mang's Manwu for thousands of years.

Chen Xun hasn't practiced the martial arts of the long sword type, but when he was in the valley, the moment that the old thin green Wolf attacked him, he cut out the black Sha Hua with his sword, and really integrated into the huge amount of the spirit of the wild soul. He would be able to split the green Wolf, whose skeleton was as hard as divine iron, and frighten the rest of the old wolves away.

Chen Xun thought about it carefully. He unconsciously integrated the fourth power of Mirs' secret fist into the long sword.

If not, Chen Xun and those old wolves would have a hard fight.

Does it mean that the five movements of Mirs secret boxing can be combined with Dao skills to form a unique sword?

Is it true that the five movements of Mirs, which seem superficial and easy to learn, are the foundation of all martial arts?

Chen Xun stood in the valley, facing the burning corpses of manzhai, thinking hard all night.

In the early morning, the snow drifted like flocs. Half of Chen Xun's body was buried in the snow, and his blood almost froze.

Seeing the cold red sun rising in the East, he stood up, stepped out of the snow, straightened his bow, and then went down the mountain to the north.

Under the cold wave, large-scale herds moved south.

Thousands and tens of thousands of green wolves like this move in groups, which clan stockade in the north mountain of mangyaling can resist alone.

Even if there are one or two Tianman guardians in the stockade, if they are in the herd, they will not escape the end of the stockade.

Can the black boa survive this cold wave? Can he escape this disaster? To put it bluntly, it's only up to fate.

At this time, staying in the HuZe snow plain was not more dangerous than Huiwu python. Chen Xun decided to go north against the cold wind, to the extremely cold ice and snow plain, to accept the more mysterious and cold air between heaven and earth.

Only stronger, stronger, can we guard everything we want to guard.

In this way, Chen Xun decided to go north.

During the day, he was on his way, carefully avoiding the herds going south and the fierce birds and beasts that might come out of the primitive dense forest for food at any time. He had to explore the terrain, dig up the ice and snow, and look for the elixir growing in the depth of the lake.

At night, he was in the deep snow, digging snow holes to hide in, refining medicine, training manhun, further refining muscles, bones, skin and flesh, and constantly hammering sword and boxing skills.

Chen Xun's speed to the North was not fast either. He walked thirty or fifty miles a day. But after two months, he also went deep into the HuZe plain for more than two thousand miles. He saw once again a huge mountain, which was beyond the reach of the snow.

It's already Xi Jun!

Different from the isolated peaks in HuZe District, Xiling mountain stretches for thousands of miles and is not as steep as Mangya mountain. The ridges of the peaks are like spear blades. They go straight into the cloud night and look up at the sky. But at this time, they are covered with ice and snow. From a distance, they are the world of ice and snow, without vegetation, cliffs and stones.

At this time, when the cold wave was at its peak, Chen Xun looked up and could see the blue clouds and cold current passing through the peaks of Xi Jun.

There are a few shadows on the top of Xiling mountain, circling through the blue sky and cold wave.

It's hard to imagine how strong the dark and cold air will be when you climb to the height of one or two thousand feet in Xiling and are in the cold wave.

It's hard to imagine how strong the exotic birds, who are flying in the sky under the extremely cold wind and snow, dare to enter such a strong cold atmosphere to refine their flesh.

The cold air at the foot of the mountain was very heavy. Chen Xun also wore thick fur and wrapped himself tightly. Otherwise, he had to think about the wild soul all the time, so that he could use the spirit of the wild soul to resist the attack of the dark cold air on the internal organs.

According to canglan zalu, Xiling is the birthplace of Bai Xi barbarians.

Guixi tribe, a powerful and powerful group of tens of thousands of people, is also a branch of Baixi. A hundred years ago, it moved southward from Xiling and came back to canglan Su family. Only when it won the habitat of Wu mang at the south foot of Mangya ridge 30 years ago, can it be considered as taking root in canglan completely.

At one time, there were nearly 20000 people of Wu mang. In 30 years, because of the hand of Xi Qiang, the last generation of Tian man who died, Wu mang was broken.

They died, captured, descended, moved to the West or fled to the north. Wu mang had nearly 20000 people. In the end, only Wu Gong Zongtu and others led a group of people to settle down in the stone village in the north mountain of Mangya mountain.

Although the living environment of Xiling is even worse, although the Baixi tribe is of the same clan, and even legend has it that Baixi Manwu originated from an ancient Xiwu classic, the Baixi tribes around Xiling fight and kill each other far more than Mangya.www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!