Chapter 96 Wind Plain!

Su Ming took a spear and walked in front of the crowd. After him, there were no people to protect, and there was no old man inside.

There is still more than half of the road ahead, but Su Ming's footsteps are getting more and more stable. In this jungle, there is too much blood of the Wushan tribe, leaving the souls of the dead.

Nowadays, except for Su Ming and Lei Chen, there are only mountain marks for the barbarians who can continue to fight. As for the patriarch and Nansong, with the support of the clan, they rushed on the road while constantly healing their wounds. They were anxious to recover as soon as possible.

And Bei Ling completely lost the qualification to fight. He lost an arm and a large amount of blood flowed out. At this moment, if it hadn't been for Chenxin, he would have fallen.

The mountain marks at this moment are also full of blood. In silence, at the end of the tribe, he looked sometimes in a trance. There was complexity in it, and there was an indescribable thought. Whenever this thought was revealed, he would hold his chest.

It seems that there is a force that can support him and continue to walk.

In the sky, the battle between Agong Mosang and Black Mountain Bitu turned into a roar, which lasted for a long time until late at night, and until the sky was bright, the battle was still going on, as if the two of them would not die.

Because of the gullies of the earth, because of the sky-like light curtain, because of the barbarians of Nansong's sacrifice of life, all of this kind of things have won a lot of time for the migration of the tribe.

At dawn that day, all the Wushan tribes are exhausted today. They have walked for two consecutive nights. In this cold, they don't seem to last long, but they still gritted their teeth and migrate at the fastest speed.

The sky is already bright, and the sun shines on the earth and falls on the people in the jungle. It is slightly warm, but the coldness of the snow on the earth is piercing.

"At our speed, we can reach the Fengzhen tribe at this time tomorrow!" Beside Su Ming, Lei Chen said softly.

"There is still the last day!" Lei Chen clenched his fist.

"Not one day, but half a day!" Su Ming was silent for a moment, and while walking, he opened his mouth hoarsely.

Hearing that Su Ming was finally no longer silent, Lei Chen was secretly relieved. He was very worried about Su Ming in that state of silence.

"This evening, you should be able to enter the sphere of influence of Fengzhenbudi. It will be much safer to leave this jungle." Su Ming said calmly.

"I hope this day can be safe..." Lei Chen looked back at the people of his clan, looked at their tired appearance, and sighed in his heart. He looked at Su Ming in front of him again. His thin back made him feel like a ridge at this moment.

After an hour of time slowly passed, a faint voice came from the crowd, which was firm and fluttered up.

"Su Ming, let me stay."

The speaker was the willow flute who had been seriously injured and played the funeral music before. He was taken away by the clan, but now, he can't continue and doesn't want to drag down the clan's footsteps.

Struggling to stand up, Liu Di looked at Su Ming, who stopped and looked at him with a smile on his face. He walked to the big tree beside him, leaned against it and sat down, touching the wound on his body, and the blood flowed out again.

"You... go..." Liu Di took out the bone and put it on his mouth, as if to play music, but he had no strength to watch the sky and wait for death.

Su Ming was silent. He also closed his eyes but soon opened his eyes. He did not say anything, but took a deep look at Liu Di, turned around and took the clansmen to continue to move forward.

Along the way, several clansmen smiled and stayed there, unwilling to drag down the clansmen. Among them, Bei Ling also thought so, but in Chen Xin's crying and forced backing, the words could not be said.

The gap head also woke up on the way. Although he lost his legs, he still barely had the power to fight. In the back of a clan, he did not stay, but was ready to self-explode the blood line of the eighth layer of his blood coagulation, leaving it to the enemy who could be chased at any time.

Su Ming has been silent. He didn't stop every member of the people who wanted to stay, but his hands were getting tighter and tighter. He knew that Grandpa handed over the Wushan Department to himself to let himself take them to safety, and he must complete it.

When the sky of the day slowly entered the dusk, Su Ming always held his heart and was faintly relaxed. They walked out of this vast jungle and walked to the vast plain belonging to the scope of the Fengzhen tribe. It was much safer than the jungle here. After all, this place is the scope of Fengzhen. If the Ministry of Montenegro is not called Under the premise of the order, the barbarians will never allow it.

After all the people in the Wushan tribe entered the plain, the patriarch and Nansong also recovered some cultivation, as if all disasters were about to pass.

But at this moment, suddenly the whole earth shook faintly. The center of the vibration should be far away, but its intensity, even if transmitted here, still makes people feel it clearly.

"The seal of the barbarian is broken..." Nan Song closed his eyes, opened it after a moment, and slowly opened his mouth.

With the spread of his words, the people of the Wushan Department became nervous again.

"According to the speed of the Ministry of Montenegro, it will take some time for them to chase the land... But we can definitely catch up before we reach the Fengzhen tribe.

If we bet that the Ministry of Montenegro does not dare to step into this windy plain, we will not take care of our fate..." Nansong said softly.

"We can't afford to gamble." Su Ming stopped, looked at the dark jungle behind him, turned his head to look at the patriarch who had recovered some cultivation, and looked at his face, which was dry and thin, as if he had lost a lot of flesh and blood. The patriarch left a lot of people all the way. I didn't lose it. That's their choice... Now, it's my turn to stay. Su Ming said and walked behind the crowd.

The patriarch of Wushan, this 40-year-old man, looked at Su Ming. Lasu, who he didn't care much about in the past, gave him a deep shock. He sighed and nodded.

"I'll stay too." Without hesitation, Lei Chen came out and stood beside Su Ming.

Su Ming looked at him, and he also looked at Su Ming with a smile.

"You said that I can't die first. It's also our brothers who close their eyes together."

"I'll stay too." Nan Song took a deep breath. His old face, now has more wrinkles and is in a piece of gray, but it is faintly morbid rosy.

"And me!" He lost his head and opened his mouth in a low voice at this moment.

"I'll stay too!" Bei Ling turned his head, looked at Su Ming without looking at Chen Xin's tears, and said firmly.

"Wow, you can't stay. The safety of the clan is in danger, and you still need you to help the patriarch save his life... And when you reach the Fengzhen tribe safely, you still have to teach those Lasu bow and arrow skills..." The one who speaks is Shanhen.

This always taciturn man came out of the crowd. He usually didn't say much, but at this moment, he was unquestionable and decisive.

"As for you, Beiling..." Shanhen walked to Beiling's side, and his expression became complicated again.

"Uncle Shanhen, I..." Bei Ling was about to open his mouth, when he saw Shanhen's right hand suddenly raised. As soon as he cut Bei Ling's neck, he immediately stopped Bei Ling's words, and he fell down and fell into a coma.

"You are the hope for the future of the tribe. You can't go... I'll stay." Shanhen said calmly, walked to Nansong, stood there and looked at the familiar faces in the tribe. After a long time, he lowered his head.

The patriarch of Wushan was silent. He stepped forward and took out a bone the size of a small baby's fist from his arms. The color of the bone was white and looked very ordinary and handed it to Su Ming.

"Take it, this bone is a pair, which has a wonderful effect. When its color turns red, it means that we have reached the wind and are safe."

Su Ming took it silently and put it in his arms.

The head of the Wushan clan took a deep look at the people left behind with a sigh and turned around with the clan. The ordinary clan members who firmly walked to the Wushan Department in the direction of Fengzhen did not lose much, but the scene they saw on the way made every clan look back at the people standing there. A figure, I can't stop crying.

I don't know who was the first to wave their hands. Soon, all the clansmen waved goodbye to Su Ming and the four in the tears. They knew that none of these four people could survive. Like the sacrificed clans, they were ready to use their lives to build the last barrier to protect the clan.

"Brother Su Ming." As the crowd was moving forward, a childish voice came out, but she saw the little girl named Tong Tong. She ran out and took a few steps forward, squatted down and touched the little dry hair of the little girl.

"Brother Su Ming, when everything is over, Grandpa will also come back. At that time, can you help Tongtong find Pipi back?"

Su Ming smiled, kissed the little girl's forehead and nodded.

The little girl smiled sweetly, looked at Su Ming, and suddenly whispered in her ear.

"Brother Su Ming, I have a secret. I don't even know my mother and father, and I don't know Pipi. You must come back. When you come back, I'll tell you this secret." The little girl said, bit her lip, couldn't let tears flow, and turned around and ran towards the crowd.

Su Ming watched her enter the crowd and waved to herself. Gradually, as the clansmen went away, the smile on her face slowly put away.

There is silence around, and the moon in the sky is slowly becoming clear. The moon, tonight, is a full moon... The round moon hangs high in the sky. After merging with the silence of the earth, it seems to be killed.

The moonlight is also much brighter than before. It falls on this plain and reflects the shadows of the four people. In loneliness, it is determined.

Su Ming sat down cross-legged. Next to him was Lei Chen, and in front of them was a closed-eyed Nansong. As for the mountain marks, it is not far away, sitting there alone, looking at the sky, not knowing what to write.

"Lei Chen, sitting behind me, your cultivation is not enough, and the war is not fierce. Let me borrow your qi and blood to keep you safe." Nan Song opened his mouth slowly.

Lei Chen did not hesitate. He immediately got up and came to Nansong and sat cross-legged behind him. He didn't know what Nansong had used, but he saw a piece of blood on the two of them, covering them.

After that, no one spoke again. They were waiting for the arrival of the Black Mountain Chasing. Su Ming sat silently, grabbed the snow on the ground with his left hand, and washed the palm of his left hand without a wound. After making his left hand very clean, he took out a small bottle from his arms, poured out a bloody elixir, held it in his left hand, and closed his eyes.

Time passed slowly. Two hours later, when the moon in the sky reached its thickest, Su Ming, who closed his eyes, had a feeling that the blood in his body was about to boil.

"They're coming!" Nan Song opened his mouth.

Su Ming suddenly opened his eyes.