Volume One If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Chapter 91 Montenegro Bitu!

Late night has already fallen, and now there is a faint white glow on the sky, and the faint moonlight falls on the snow in the jungle, giving off a cold light. With the chaotic sound of crunching, the migrating crowds of the Wushan tribe move in. Rushing on this pre-dawn night.

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

Several hours have passed since the previous battle. The cruelty of that war has been deeply engraved in the minds and souls of all the Wushan people, and they will never forget it in their lifetime.

Before leaving, not counting Grandpa, there were more than thirty barbarians in the Wushan tribe. Now, after the battle, only fourteen were left. All the blood on the bodies of these fourteen people was dry, showing sadness and a sense of killing, silently guarding the clan members as they walked forward.

More than ten people died, but the Black Mountain Tribe paid a higher price. This was related to their cultivation, but more importantly, the Black Mountain Tribe who invaded was far less powerful than the Wushan Tribe who had to leave their homeland. That persistence, that courage called guardianship, one self-destruction may have brought contempt to the Montenegro invaders, but two, three, four times... it gave those people of Montenegro a wave of self-destruction. The fear of the mind.

Wushanbe is weak, but within this weakness, there is a strength!

Su Ming walked silently. In the past few hours since the battle just now, he had not said a word. It seemed that he, who was originally very cheerful and had the impulsiveness of a young man, had finally learned to be silent. Not to rant.

It's just that the price of learning silence is so heavy that it makes people sad.

Su Ming knew that from this day on, his innocence shattered and left his body. From this day on, his happiness melted and disappeared into his blood. From this day on, his tears were slowly silenced. replace.

Time passed, and soon it was dawn. The tribesmen who had walked all night did not pause in the exhaustion. Everyone gritted their teeth, supported each other, and moved as fast as running.

The daylight hours gradually dissipated during this migration. The tribesmen on the way could not bear the fatigue. After resting for half an hour, they started on their way again.

Until late night fell on the second day, until the moonlight once again fell on the snow-covered land of the jungle, the people of the Wushan tribe walked quickly in silence.

"Brother Su Ming..." A timid and weak voice came to Su Ming's ears. He turned his head and saw the little girl being held by a member of the clan.

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

But the little girl did not feel scared. Instead, she looked at Su Ming with her big eyes open. After hesitating for a moment, she raised her dirty little hand and wiped the dry blood from Su Ming's face.

Feeling the little girl's delicate hands touching his face, Su Ming's heart felt warm in the pain of that drop of blood.

"Brother Su Ming is not afraid... Tongtong is not afraid either..." The little girl took back her little hand. There was some blood on her hand. She looked at Su Ming. There was something in her bright eyes that few children have. firm.

Su Ming touched the little girl's head and said nothing. Instead, he looked ahead. The road ahead was hidden in the jungle and it was difficult to 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, and the pain was ignored by him. There was bloodlust in his eyes, and even more grief. He would not forget the battle last night. If it weren't for an elder barbarian in the clan who blew himself up and saved himself before he was seriously injured and died, I am afraid that his body would be left in that battlefield now.

In front of him was Ula. This girl was pale and looked very tired. There was dried blood on her left arm and she seemed unable to lift it. There was a large area of ​​blood and flesh on her face that made her pretty. The good looks are gone now.

But in her eyes, she did not give up, and still had the persistence inherent in the Wushan tribe today.

Behind them, Bei Ling and Chen Xin, holding hands as if they never wanted to be separated, guarded the crowd and walked away.

Grandpa was still at the back. The white hair on his head and the wrinkles on his face made Su Ming's heart hurt even more when he saw it in his eyes. He could see Grandpa's fatigue.

On the night of the second day, the moon in the sky is not curved, but spreads towards the full moon, but today is obviously not a full moon night, maybe, it will be tomorrow, maybe, it will be the day after tomorrow.

As the tribe moved, sometimes tribesmen and barbarians came galloping from all around. There were not many of them, only four of them. These four people are explorers sent by the tribe. They risk their lives and death to report any changes in the surroundings within a fixed time.

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

Time passed, and soon it was another hour. In the darkness of the sky, there seemed to be a terrifying gaze, staring at the earth and watching the people of Wushan walking quickly there.

At this moment, only three of the four people who were supposed to return on time came back, and there was no trace of the people who were searching behind. The hair on Su Ming's body stood up, his eyes were sharp, he turned around and stopped, There were other people who also sensed something bad. Grandpa's eyes flashed and he tightened his grip on the bone stick in his hand.

Suddenly, a faint roaring sound came from behind. This sound reached the ears of all the Wushan tribe members, making Su Ming even more sad.

He knew that this was a bloodline self-destruction.

He knew that the enemy from Montenegro was coming again!

"Don't stop, speed up the migration, all the barbarians will protect you, and retreat while fighting!" Grandpa touched the bone staff to the ground, raised his left hand, and waved towards the tribe. Immediately, the sky and the earth above the tribe were distorted again, but he saw the appearance before The Wushan statue that had passed by was transformed again, floating above the tribal crowd, emitting a protective light.

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

Almost at the moment when the Wushan statue appeared, Grandpa raised his head sharply, his expression showing unprecedented solemnity in this battle, his eyes glowing, staring straight at the dark sky.

But he saw that the pitch-black sky suddenly changed drastically at this moment. A piece of red light came out of the air. After merging with the black, it looked as if it had turned purple. The red light spread like blood and spread over half of the sky in an instant.

A hoarse and gloomy voice swirled around the world and spread in all directions.

"Mo Sang..." As the voice echoed, a huge coercion suddenly descended from the sky. This coercive power was clearly felt by all the Wushan tribesmen on the ground the moment it scattered on the earth. , even the Wushan statue was shocked.

Su Ming's heart beat rapidly. He had only experienced this kind of pressure from the Barbarian Jing Nan of the Fengzhen tribe. This kind of pressure belonged to Kaichen! !

This is a natural pressure exerted by the Kaichen Realm on the Blood Coagulation Realm. Under this pressure, the Blood Coagulation Realm barbarians will have their whole body's energy and blood running uncontrollably.

However, as this coercion appeared, as the blood glow spread on the sky, and as the moon in the sky vaguely turned into a blood moon under the bloody color, Su Ming felt that there was no one but him at this moment. Besides, it is an indescribable feeling that no one has ever had.

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

This unbelievable illusion made Su Ming feel shocked. Then, he saw a person slowly walking out of the bloody glow on the curtain.

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

On the center of his eyebrows, there is a totem of moon wings. The totem is vivid, extremely lifelike, and glowing with a strange red light.

Bitu!

Montenegro barbarian, Bitu! !

"Mo Sang, you don't have to wait for Jing Nan and Wen Yan. They... can't protect themselves, and they have no time to care about the life and death of your Wushan tribe!" Bitu smiled gloomily and looked at his grandfather behind the crowd on the ground.

Grandpa was silent. He was indeed waiting for Jing Nan, but Jing Nan never showed up along the way. He vaguely understood in his heart that there might have been changes in the Fengzhen Department.

"Nan Song, you were second only to Mo Sang back then. You were so stunning that you were still a loser after escaping to Wushan. Over the years, I have always thought about the look on your father's face before he died. It was worth recalling. He begged I'll let you live, but it's a pity that I didn't want to satisfy him, but you still escaped. Nansong, my former barbarian in Montenegro, we... met again." Bitu smiled, but the smile soon widened. , and finally burst into laughter.

Outside the crowd, the white-haired Nan Song looked at Bitu in the sky. He was not angry at his words. Instead, he sighed softly as if he had seen through the things in the world.

"Compared to you who poisoned the previous generation of Black Mountain barbarians, hunted down the sons of the old Black Mountain barbarians, and contributed most of the people of the Montenegro tribe in exchange for evil and barbaric methods, I am not as good as..." Nan Song was always calm, but the wrinkles on his face were... It suddenly seemed like there were more.

"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 me together!" Bitu laughed, waved his right hand, and the heaven and earth immediately roared, but Seeing the endless blood light on the curtain behind him, it instantly turned into a thick and extremely dense blood mist. As the mist rolled, it actually turned into a huge moon wing!

The wings of the moon spread out, seeming to cover the sky and the moon.

"Nan Song, leave Bitu to me...I will hold him back, and the tribe...is left to you!" Grandpa Mo Sang took a deep breath, and glanced across the clan, looking at the silent clan members, as if wanting to He found the traitor, but in the end he sighed. Every tribesman was covered in blood and exhaustion. How could he doubt these people who fought for the tribe? He saw the sorrow on the head, and saw a deep line on the neck of the mountain mark. Deep wounds.

"Perhaps, there really are no traitors..." Grandpa took a deep look at Su Ming before looking away. He suddenly rose up, and a huge black python materialized out of thin air, and flew straight into the sky with him like a shooting star.

The roaring sound reverberated around the sky and the earth. As Grandpa approached, Nabitu laughed, and the sky was shrouded in red mist. The two of them could not see clearly what was inside, but the roaring sound was earth-shattering.

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