Wu Sheng: I can adapt to evolution

Chapter 121 The Strength of Dingyuan Hou
[Bird Lord] grasped the power and was promoted to [Ten Thousand Feathers] Great Lord. This was the limit he could reach at present.

However, up to now, he has swallowed up nothing more, not only because he will have to face large tribal natural spirits such as [Black Sky] and [Doomsday] next, but more importantly, those small and medium-sized tribes also know how to seek benefits and avoid harm.

Lu Ming swept across the grassland, scaring other small and medium-sized tribes into fleeing towards the large tribe, praying for shelter.

And Heitian and Doomsday also sensed the gradually changing atmosphere on the grassland, so they took the initiative to unite and continuously absorbed various tribes, large and small, to form a huge alliance.

Lu Ming narrowed his eyes. The entire sky of the grassland was filled with long, thin rays of light. Except for a few scattered rays spreading in all directions, most of them gathered in one place.

Hundreds of natural spirits gathered in one place, and with the power of the mysterious spring water, it seemed extraordinary.

Lu Ming originally wanted to devour these natural spirits one by one, but now that they have united, it is difficult for him to do so.

If he were to reveal his strength, he might be able to fight for a few points, but then he might not get Quanshui's recognition, and his efforts for more than half a month would be wasted.

"Crash."

In the sky, at regular intervals, there are birds flying across the void. These birds fly back and forth among each other, monitoring the entire northern grassland.

In Lu Ming's vision, starting from half a month ago, masters from the Daqian Dynasty began to enter the grassland one after another.

The first group of people should be Dingyuan Hou. This old guy should have the strength of the seventh level of martial arts. He brought more than 30 warriors who had condensed their true energy and headed straight into the depths of the grassland.

Although warriors cannot carry out large-scale attacks like natural spirits, they can deal a dimensionality reduction blow to any tribe at close range.

Each of them is not only fierce in attack and fast in running, but also has extremely strong survivability. Without the burden of the army, the power of natural spirits cannot control them at all.

Then ten days ago, another group of people entered the grassland.

This group of people must have come here illegally, because Lu Ming found that they did not enter or exit through the city gate, but came from the mountain connected to the Great Wall.

Their strength is equally strong. The leader is particularly mysterious, with hidden aura. It is impossible to tell his strength simply from the bird's sight, but the others should all have the strength of the True Qi realm.

But the number of people is half that of Dingyuan Hou.

The last people to enter the grassland were the Martial Temple's troops. Lu Ming spotted Gu Chen, the chief priest of Bingzhou Martial Temple, among the crowd.

But what surprised him was that although Gu Chen was at least at the seventh level of martial arts, he was not the leader of this group of people. He was actually quite respectful to the other guys in gray robes.

“It’s a real mess.”

Lu Ming still didn't know what the spring water was, but seeing how seriously these people took it, he became even more interested.

……

"You evil bastards, why can't you just stay here on the northern grasslands? You have to come out and stir up trouble, forcing me, an old man at my age, to come out and run around."

A white-haired old man stood on a low slope. He looked at the densely packed tents of all sizes in front of him and shook his head.

Every time the Hu people united, it was not a good thing for the Daqian Dynasty.

These Hu people are like rats that can never be killed or beaten. Even if you kill them until rivers of blood flow on the grassland, they will still thrive and continue to reproduce every once in a while.

The Daqian Dynasty spent countless amounts of money every year on this northwestern border.

"Everyone, prepare to follow me into the camp. Let's kill to our heart's content today."

The old man's gaze fell upon the branches of light that extended from the spring in the sky. Although he didn't know what they were, he knew that if he killed more barbarians and more natural spirits, the border troops would be less stressed in the future. "Yes!"

The thirty-odd people behind him, although only wearing light leather armor, had resolute faces and it was obvious that they came from military backgrounds.

"Old buddy, it's been a long time since we fought side by side."

A hint of nostalgia appeared in the old man's eyes, and the next moment, an astonishingly large halberd appeared in his hand.

The entire halberd is two meters long, with crescent-shaped sides and a straight middle like a spear, and the whole body is red.

It is the peerless magic weapon [Canglong Ji] that has been passed down from generation to generation in Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.

Every successor to the throne of Marquis Dingyuan would be promoted to the seventh level of martial arts in a very short period of time, all because of the existence of this magical weapon.

This Canglong Halberd has a great reputation throughout the world and has long had its own "name". It ranks seventh in the list of magical weapons of the Daqian Dynasty. The three previous generations of Dingyuan Hou used their fame to forge the authority of the magical weapon, and used blood as a connection to pass the magical weapon down from generation to generation.

However, the only pity is that this halberd is so powerful and cruel that it can cause great damage to the body. Throughout the dynasties, few Dingyuan Marquises lived past eighty years.

But it is precisely because of this peerless magical weapon that the status of Dingyuan Marquis Mansion is as stable as Mount Tai.

"boom."

The old man held the Canglong Halberd in one hand and slammed it heavily on the ground. The blood-red divine weapon light spread over his body and turned into a blood-red armor in an instant, covering his entire body.

"It's spread everywhere!"

The power within the magic weapon began to turn, and in an instant, a clear and low horn sound rang out in the air all around.

All the enemies who heard the horn were initially a little frightened, but the troops under Dingyuan Hou felt excited and filled with endless fighting spirit.

"Orders are strictly enforced and the troops are under control!"

The old man swung his Azure Dragon Halberd, and a tall horse suddenly condensed from the surrounding void. He rode on it. The warriors behind him also immediately appeared in armor, and they also had horses under their crotch.

"rush!"

Thirty riders rushed directly towards the camp. Although there was thick snow on the ground, these riders were like ghosts, stepping directly on the snow, leaving only shallow footprints less than an inch.

The red smoke and dust around surged, turning into countless shadows, as if at this moment, thousands of troops were charging into battle.

"Who can stop me?"

The old man hadn't taken action himself for ten years. At this moment, when he was waving the Canglong Halberd, he felt a surge of heroic spirit in his heart. With both hands, he swung the Canglong Halberd into a shadow, and everything in front of him was instantly destroyed.

The team of more than 30 people instantly opened up a wide path in the densely populated tribe.

As the blood-red mist rolled in, the sound of the horn grew stronger and stronger, spreading throughout the entire tribal alliance, making everyone's hearts shaken and their livers and gallbladders burst.

"Om."

A long and slender illusory figure appeared out of thin air, with nine ferocious heads and eighteen huge eyes, all looking at the army of only thirty people.

(End of this chapter)