Wuling Xianyuan

Chapter 311 is late

In the endless Chiyue Grassland, the sky is blue, like a piece of natural jade, occasionally dotted with a few white clouds.

A gust of wind blew past high in the sky, as if something passed by above, but nothing was left behind.

Standing on the green leaf spirit weapon, Wang Chong couldn't see any joy or sorrow on his face. Looking down at the Chiyue Prairie from a height, he had no intention of admiring the free and different scenery. Instead, there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"The strong smell of blood came from Luanshi Village."

Luanshi Village is the place where Mr. Ma Jin lives. Although he is a nomadic family, villages are still very common, especially in areas with fertile water and grass.

However, there are many wild beasts on the grassland, especially the prairie wolves, which are almost inexhaustible. Whenever night falls, the village will light torches, and there will be young and strong men watching the night. However, because there is a warrior in the village, the nearby wolves Don't dare to approach easily.

In Wang Chong's view, the so-called warriors are just cultivators who have not yet mastered the real body of Faxiang. Although they have not yet mastered the true body, their physical bodies are ten times stronger than ordinary people. They are equivalent to cultivators in the middle stage of Yunling. It's at your fingertips.

But what's going on with the strong bloody smell right now?

Glancing down casually, Wang Chong's eyes couldn't help concentrating slightly. There was a small river below. Naturally, Wang Chong's memory would not be mistaken. This river should flow through Luanshi Village, but at this time the river was dyed Scarlet, Luanshi Village, something really happened!
Regardless of hiding his tracks, put away his camouflage, a huge leaf immediately appeared in the sky, and then turned into an afterimage at an astonishing speed, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

In Luanshi Village, there was originally a wall surrounded by huge stones outside the village, but at this moment, these walls have been punched with several gaps, and miserable wailing can be heard faintly from the village.

Wolves, prairie wolves!
It's just that the size of these prairie wolves is obviously much larger, each one is as big as a buffalo, and the fur on their body is also faintly bloody, looking extremely cruel.

And the only strongman in the village had already fallen in a pool of blood, his body was already cold.

Without this only warrior, it should have been a one-sided massacre, but these prairie wolves were not in a hurry to kill everyone. Although they kept biting these poor nomadic villagers, they were not fatal hurt.

It's just that this simple villager was on the verge of collapse in the face of such a bloody scene. Where could he stand such a toss and scream like crazy, the voice was no different from that of a beast.

At this moment, a figure appeared at the entrance of the village. It was a person sitting on a huge prairie wolf. This prairie wolf was no longer a beast, but a real monster.

The only thing worth noting was the figure sitting on the wolf's back. He was dressed like a nomad, but when he looked at the villagers lying in a pool of blood, his eyes were full of indifference.

This is a man around 50 to [-] years old. When he appeared, the prairie wolves along the way would take the initiative to give way, lowering their heads, as if seeing their leader.

Seeing the prairie wolves rushing towards him, the man's eyes flashed with excitement, and he stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips. The voice seemed to be squeezed out of the sand, and he said harshly: " What a wonderful village, I thought it would be guarded by a powerful priest, but I didn't expect it to be an ineffective warrior. In this case, I can only use the souls of you villagers as compensation."

As soon as the words fell, a slender bone banner appeared in this person's hand. Soul banners are very common in nomads. The method of making them has been handed down from a long time ago. Even when going to the Holy Land, a high-ranking priest must carry a soul banner in his hand. banner.

As soon as the soul banner came out, the surroundings suddenly became gloomy, with skinny grimaces screaming and struggling continuously on the banner, and there were nearly a thousand souls at a glance.

There are only about 100 people in a relatively large village, and these nearly a thousand souls are equivalent to people in more than a dozen villages.

"what!"

At this moment, a small voice suddenly came from the thatched hut not far away. Although the voice was very weak and was interrupted as soon as it came out, a grim smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth.

"The old man has some skills, but it's a pity that the girl next to you is a little timid."

A sigh came from the thatched cottage, and then an old figure came out from inside. It was Mr. Ma Jin, and behind him was Xiaojiao with a face of fear.

Drumming sounds came from the mouths of the surrounding prairie wolves, and the pairs of cold eyes were devouring, but the old man Ma Jin remained indifferent, as if he didn't see it.

But behind the two of them, the prairie wolf suddenly made a gesture to pounce on him. Although it was just a show, Xiaojiao was still so frightened that he let out an exclamation.

Seeing this, Mr. Ma Jin glared at him, shouted loudly, and said, "Beast, you still want to hurt people, get out!" Then he comforted the girl behind him, saying, "Don't be afraid of this beast, it will grow up too. Sharp claws, raw fangs, without these, it would be worse than a lamb."

Having said that, Xiaojiao really had some courage, and I don't know if she was influenced by the old man.

"Hey, the old man really answered that sentence. Jiang is still old and spicy, but what right do you have to say such a thing? An old and weak strongman doesn't even have the courage to protect others. After living this It's really pitiful to be so life-threatening all your life, I'm afraid even if you die, the Holy Lord will not bless your offspring." The man sitting on the wolf's back sneered, his eyes full of ridicule and teasing.

The Holy Lord has an extremely lofty status in the hearts of the nomads, and is the belief of all nomads. Of course, there are always some exceptions.

The man's words obviously stimulated the old man. Looking at the corpses on the ground and the inhuman screams from a distance, his eyes were full of guilt and remorse.

Yes, he hid, but he definitely didn't cherish his old life. What he really cared about was the granddaughter behind him, this child who had no blood relationship but had been with him for so many years.

"Heh, you don't need to say that. Although the old man is not your opponent, he will use his last breath. I can't kill you, but a free man can kill you. One day, you will get the punishment you deserve. Soul, will be thrown into endless hell, bitten by hundreds of ghosts, you..."

"You talk too much!"

Before the old man finished speaking, the man's face sank, and a bloody light shot out casually, easily changing and piercing through the old man's body, and the blood flowed profusely, but the old man did not retreat at all, and the dark color became more and more firm.

But what was waiting for him was another ray of blood, piercing his body once again, the old man took a step back slightly, but his eyes remained firm.

Rays of blood kept hitting his not-so-stalwart body. At some point, no more blood flowed out, but his body still didn't fall down.

The man's face finally changed when he saw this, but then he sneered and said with disdain: "It's just a mortal, but it's ridiculous that he still wants to be a hero."

"Really? But, why can't I laugh?" A cold voice suddenly sounded behind the man, like a ghost, but like a god, announcing the final death.

"Master, I'm late."

(PS: These two chapters were coded earlier, and I went out when I had something to do, I didn’t expect to come back now, sorry)

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