Chapter 91 Montenegro Bitu!

Late at night has already come. For example, there is a faint white light today, and the faint moonlight falls on the snow in the jungle, and there is a cold light. With the creaking sound of confusion, the people migrating from Wushan are in a hurry in the night before dawn.

It was very quiet around. Except for the sound of stepping on the snow, there was almost nothing else. Those Wushan people were silent. Whether it was the old man, the woman or the Rasu, they were all silent in the migration of the night.

Several hours have passed since the previous war. The tragic degree of the war has made all the Wushan people deeply remembered in their minds, engraved in their souls, and will not be forgotten for the rest of their lives.

Before leaving, there were more than 30 barbarians in the Wushan Department, not counting the grandfather. Now, under that war, there are only 14 people left. All the blood on these fourteen people was dry, revealing sadness. At the same time, with a Xiao Kill, silently guarding the clan and walking forward.

They died more than a dozen people, but the Ministry of Montenegro paid more, which is related to cultivation, but more importantly, the invading Ministry of Montenegro is far from the persistence of the Wushan people who had to leave their homes. That is called the courage of protection, a self-exploding, perhaps brought to the invaders of the Ministry of Montenegro. Contempt, but twice, three times, four times... were given to those people of Montenegro, a fear from the heart.

The Wushan Department is weak, but in this weak, there is a strong force!

Su Ming walked silently. After the war, he didn't say a word for a few hours. It seemed that he was very cheerful. He had the impulse of a young man. Now, he finally learned to be silent instead of roaring.

It's just the price of learning to be silent, and the heaviness of it makes people sad.

Su Ming knew that from this day on, his innocence broke and left his body. From this day on, his happiness melted and disappeared in the blood. From this day on, his tears were slowly replaced by silence.

As time went by, it was dawn soon. The clansmen who had walked all night did not stop in the fatigue. Everyone gritted their teeth and supported each other. They were almost running and moved quickly.

During the day, it gradually dissipated in this migration. On the way, the people of the tribe could not bear this fatigue. After resting for half an hour, they rushed on their way again.

Until the late night of the next day, until the moonlight fell on the snowy ground of the jungle again, and the people of the Wushan tribe walked quickly in the silence.

"Brother Su Ming..." Su Ming's ear came a timid and weak voice. He turned his head and saw the little girl beside him being held by the people of the clan.

Looking at the child's clean eyes, Su Ming squeezed out a smile on his face, but the smile was against the blood on his face, which seemed to be terrible.

But the little girl did not feel terrible, but opened her big eyes and looked at Su Ming. After hesitating for a moment, she raised her dirty little hand and wiped the dry blood off Su Ming's face.

Feeling the little girl's delicate hand touching her face, Su Ming's heart was warm in the pain of the blood.

"Brother Su Ming is not afraid... Tong Tong is not afraid..." The little girl withdrew her little hand and stained her hand with some blood. She looked at Su Ming. In her bright eyes, there was the firmness that children rarely had.

Su Ming touched the little girl's head and didn't say anything, but looked ahead. The road ahead was hidden in the jungle and he couldn't see where the future was.

Lei Chen always clenched his fist on the other side of the crowd in the distance. The blood behind him was dry, and the pain was ignored by him. There was bloodthirsty in his eyes, and there was even more grief. He would not forget that in the battle last night, if it hadn't been for an elder barbarian in the His body will be left in that battlefield.

In front of him, it was Ula. The girl's face was pale and her expression was full of fatigue. There was dry blood on her left arm, which seemed to be impossible to lift. There was a large amount of blood on her face, which made her beautiful face no longer.

But in her eyes, she did not give up, and still carried the inherent persistence of the Wushan tribe now.

In the rear, Beiling and Chenxin, they held hands, as if they never wanted to separate, guarding the crowd and walking away.

Grandpa is still at the end. The white hair on his head and wrinkles on his face made Su Ming's heart hurt even more. He can see Grandpa's fatigue.

On the night of the next 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 tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow.

With the migration of the tribe, sometimes there are barbarians galloping around. There are not many people, only four people. These four people are explorers sent by the tribe. At the risk of life and death, they want to rush back to inform them of any changes around them within a fixed time.

If they don't come back, it means that something has changed.

Time passed, and soon another hour, the sky was dark, as if there was a terrible look, staring at the earth, looking at the people of Wushan, walking there quickly.

At this time, only three of the four people who should have returned on time came back, but the person who explored in the rear was nowhere to be seen. Su Ming's hair stood up all over his body, and his eyes showed fierce. He turned around and stopped his footsteps. He also noticed that it was not good. There were other people. Grandpa's .

Suddenly, a faint roar came from the rear, which came to the ears of all the Wushan clans, making Su Ming sad again.

He knew that this was a blood line self-exploding.

He knows that the pursuit of the enemy of Montenegro is coming again!

"Don't stop, speed up the migration, guard all barbarians, retreat while fighting!" The bone stick in the father-in-law's hand touched the earth, raised his left hand and waved over the tribe. Immediately, the sky and the sky and the sky above the tribe were twisted again, but he saw the statue of Wushan that had appeared before, which was transformed again, floating on the tribal crowd, emitting the light of protection.

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

It was almost the moment when the Wushan statue appeared. Grandpa looked up fiercely, and his expression showed the unprecedented solemnity of the battle. His eyes were clear, and he stared straight at the dark sky.

But seeing the dark sky, it suddenly changed dramatically at this moment, and a red light came out of thin air. After merging with the black, it seemed to become purple. The red light spread, and spread more than half of the sky like blood in an instant.

A hoarse and gloomy voice swirling up between heaven and earth, coming out in all directions.

"Mosang..." With the echo of the sound, a great pressure came from the sky. The power of this pressure immediately made all the Wushan tribes on the ground feel clearly at the moment of scattering the earth, and even the Wushan statue was shocked.

Su Ming's heart beats faster. This pressure is so strong that he has only felt it in the barbarian Jingnan of the Fengzhen Department. This pressure belongs to Kaichen!!

This is a natural pressure from the dust to the coagulation state. Under this pressure, the coagulation barbarians will run their whole body without control of qi and blood.

However, with the emergence of this pressure, with the spread of blood on the curtain, and with the moon in the sky faintly becoming a blood moon under the blood color, in Su Ming's feelings, there was an indespeakable feeling that no one had at this moment except him.

That feeling, such as the blood moon he saw when the blood fire was burning, there was even an illusion that he was very familiar with, as if it was a huge moon wing hidden in the sky at this moment.

This unbelievable illusion shocked Su Ming. Then, he saw a man slowly walking out of the curtain, in the blood.

This man was dressed in a black robe, his body was dry and thin, and his appearance was very gloomy. He walked out step by step with his hands behind his back, standing on the sky and overlooking the earth.

On his eyebrows, there is a moon-winged totem, which is vivid and extremely realistic, lifelike, shining with a strange red light.

Bitu!

The barbarian of the Ministry of Montenegro, Bitu!!

"Mo Sang, you don't have to wait for Jing Nan and Wen Yan. They... can't protect themselves, and they don't have time to pay attention to your life and death in Wushan!" Bitu smiled gloomily and looked at the grandfather behind the crowd on the earth.

Grandpa was silent. He was indeed waiting for Jingnan, but Jingnan never appeared along the way. He vaguely understood in his heart that the wind department might have changed.

"Nansong, second only to Mosang, was amazing. After you escaped to the Wushan Department, you were still a waste. For so many years, I have been thinking that before your father died, the look was very memorable. He begged me to let you live. Unfortunately, I didn't want to satisfy him, but you escaped, Nan I was a barbarian in the Ministry of Montenegro, and we... met again. Bitu smiled, but the smile quickly expanded and finally laughed wildly.

Outside the crowd, the white-haired Nansong looked at Bitu in the sky. He was not moved by his words, but saw through the world and sighed.

"Compared with poisoning the previous generation of Black Mountain barbarians, chasing and killing the son of the old Black Mountain barbarians, and contributing to most of the people of the Black Mountain in exchange for the evil barbarian method, I'm not..." Nansong was always calm, but the wrinkles on his face suddenly seemed to be more.

"It's time to understand the kindness and resentment of those years today, Mo Sang, Nan Song, I'll give you two a chance to fight with me!" Bitu laughed, waved his right hand, and immediately roared, but he saw the infinite blood light on the curtain behind him, which instantly turned into a thick blood fog. When the fog rolled, it turned into a huge moon wing!

The wings of the moon are open, as if covering the sky and the moon.

"Nantong, Bitu, give it to me... I'll hold him back, tribe... I'll leave it to you!" Agong Mosang took a deep breath and glanced through the clan. He looked at the silent clansmen one by one, as if to find the traitor, but in the end it was a sigh. Every clan was full of blood and fatigue. How could he doubt these people who fought for the tribe? He saw the sadness of the head and a deep wound on the neck of Mouth.

"Maybe, there is really no traitor..." Grandpa withdrew his eyes and took a deep look at Su Ming. His body suddenly rose, and a huge black python transformed out of thin air and went straight to the sky like a meteor with him.

The roar swirled around the world. As the old man approached, in Bitu's laughter, the sky was shrouded in red fog, which filled the two of them. He couldn't see what was going on inside, but the roar was earth-shaking.

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