Chapter 38 Action Begins

In the direction of the silver wolf behind him, Mu Chen came to a small lake. The lake was particularly clear. This is the peculiarity of this mysterious forest. There is no pure mixture here, and the magnificent energy-filled gas wrapped the whole forest. Because of this, every scene in the forest is obvious. Like a paradise, it has always maintained this simple beauty without the influence of the outside world.

Turning over and jumping, Mu Chen entered the clear lake. The pure andzaless lake kept washing every piece of mud and blood on Mu Chen's body. He swam at a high speed in the water. With such an amazing speed hitting the current, the original color gradually appeared on his clothes.

After rolling in the water for a while, he finally jumped out of the water and rushed out of the water. The black hair hanging down to his ear only stuck to his head. His skin was not very white, his body was not strong, and he could not see the developed muscles. His clothes on his body were only wrapped in his body because they were soaked in water. His body shape was all displayed, and his figure seemed a little weak. Thin.

There are drops of crystal water rolling on his not handsome face, and the hair hanging from the corners of his eyes to the end of his neck. The thin body even has a weak feeling compared with the burly silver werewolf beside him, but the silver wolf knows the explosive power of this figure and the energy contained in this weak body. Terrible.

Shake his head, and the hair hanging down to his ear immediately became messy. Mu Chen didn't care. He took out his mask from his arms, slowly put it on, walked straight forward, looked at the motionless silver wolf beside him, and said, "Xiao Yin, let's go."

"Master... The direction we came at that time. Silver Wolf said respectfully, and rolled his eyes from time to time when Mu Chen was not paying attention. Even if he was a road idiot, it was too serious...

Although he was a little blind, under the leadership and amazing speed of the silver wolf, he soon arrived on yesterday's rocky land. Mu Chen's clothes and hair also became dry at such a crazy speed. Of course, the silver wolf had already been taken back by Mu Chen, and Mu Chen did not want to reveal his cards to others casually.

Like the number of people yesterday, including Mu Chen, a total of six masked people are obviously tribal warriors, and in addition to these six people, only the spiritual patriarch was present.

"Cough!"

After coughing twice, the old man glanced at the crowd: "The war between the spirit tribe and the mountain tribe is about to begin. Due to the monster, the mountain tribe has gradually become stronger, while the spirit tribe is struggling. Now the two sides are on the verge of breaking out, and the frontal battle elders will fight to the death. In the end, your task is to secretly sneak in and kill the mountain tribe chief while the center of the other tribe is empty.

The resolute face is full of wrinkles: "Now the enemy's power is significantly higher than that of our spirit clan, so there is only one way, that is to say, you dominate the key to this war. The rise and fall of the spirit tribe are all on your shoulders, and this battle will be won!"

After hearing this, everyone nodded and didn't say anything. Even the face behind the white tooth mask was full of solemnity. Everyone here understood the importance of this war.

"Also, the battle can't be dragged too long. Qingyuan has long been staring at us. If he comes, our battle will definitely be defeated." The old man said firmly.

Wu Yan still said in that iconic voice: "The patriarch can rest assured that we will fight to the death, and even if all of them are killed, there will be news of victory."

The old man nodded slightly and raised his wrinkled right hand: "Life and death are at this moment. Go ahead and kill all the beasts of the mountain tribe. We are the masters of this mountain."

As soon as the voice fell, the six people turned into six remnants and disappeared here. However, at that moment, the old man took a deep look at Mu Chen, who also understood the meaning of the other party. His task was different from others.

Wu Yan's work efficiency was very high, and he quickly left the tribe with several people. However, he stopped not far away and said to the crowd, "Wait here first. As soon as the battle between the two sides starts, we will act."

After staying for a while, as expected, the sound of fighting in the distance and the buzzing sound of real qi collision came faintly. Action!" Wu Yan looked into the distance and said in a low voice.

The six figures left here quickly. Several people moved very quickly and quietly walked forward in the mountains. The killing sound that could be heard by the original music was gradually clear. It was extremely tragic. People roared sadly and moaned weakly. Life was the most worthless thing on the battlefield, and it could be lost at every moment.

Wu Yan, who took the lead in the front, shouted in low: "The front is the battlefield. You can't be found by the enemy and bypass it." The voice still has no tone.

After Mu Chen and several people nodded, as Wu Yan's speed suddenly accelerated, they stayed away from the clearer and clearer fighting sound.

On the battlefield, almost all the elders of the spirit clan participated in this battle. The elders are all masters of the real world. All kinds of moves are unmatched on the battlefield for a while, but the other party's people are several times that of the spirit tribe. Most of the people of the mountain tribe are not practitioners, but their natural height , power and speed are far less than ordinary people, just like the most cruel beasts fighting in the field, regardless of pain and life and death.

It seems to be evenly matched, but in fact it is far more than that. The strong men of the mountain tribe are watching the battle with a smile in the rear, playing with the weapons in their hands, and their breath is calm. If all of them participate in the war, it is only a matter of time before the spiritual tribe is defeated.

Bypassing the battlefield, Mu Chen's six people came to the jurisdiction controlled by the mountain tribe. The poisonous fog here became thicker, and even strange dark colors could be seen in the air. If ordinary people lived here for less than five minutes.

Poisons are rampant here. Countless fierce and brutal giant scorpions and 100-meter giant snakes are hiding in the dark, but these six people also went well. Some powerful poisons dare not come forward rashly. Only some weak poisons dare to attack several people, but they will be killed in an instant.

After six people walked forward for a few hours, Wu Yan suddenly stopped: "Everyone should be careful on the next road. There are often patrols by mountain tribes, which is not far from the old nest."

Along the way, Mu Chen had a sense of familiarity. On that day, he went up the mountain with everyone and planned to kill the monsters in the mountain. But after that, he finally felt his invisibility. This is not the rock and Xuanguo, but a larger world outside. On that day, in addition to himself and Ling Xing, The rest of the team died in the mountains, and now Mu Chen's strength has been improved, but more importantly, he is not frivolous.

Several people slowed down and moved forward slowly in the mountains. Sure enough, they saw several waves of patrolling mountain people, holding long guns in their arms more than one meter long and looking around.

Forming the nest close to the mountain tribe, the actions of several people are still very smooth and unimpeded, but this is expected, and the key to victory or defeat is not here. The real dangerous place is in the nest of the mountain tribe.

On the way, several people were only found by a wave of mountain patrols, but although the patrol of more than a dozen people had some strength, they died in surprise without even shouting in front of Mu Chen and others. They never thought that they would be killed so easily and unscrupulously in the territory of their tribe.

Finally, several people came to the door of the mountain tribe. Sure enough, there were not many guards here. Most of the strong men in the tribe had gone to war, and there were only two guards at the entrance. These two did not fulfill their duty as guards, but chatted.

One of the guards held a weapon in his hand and squatted there: "We are really lucky. Those people went to the front line desperately. Let's be free here."

Another guard leaned against the fence of the tribe: "Don't flash your tongue when you speak. Be careful that those people come back from the war and beat you up, so that you can gloat here."

"I don't think they have a chance to beat you two, because you two will die faster."

Baiya walked forward with a smile, swinging his slender five fingers back and forth, playfully looking at the two mountain guards in front of him. In his eyes, the two were like lambs to be slaughtered, waiting weakly for the next second of death.