The bloody battle ended abruptly.
As soon as Ji Hao was seriously injured, Si Wenming directly crushed Aluozhai's neck, a touch of yellow gas spurted out from his palm, and Aluozhai's head and soul collapsed together. The blood-colored mist in the air suddenly dissipated, and all the Jia warriors and servants shook at the same time. Large pieces of blood mist spurted out from their bodies. Their bodies shrank rapidly, and each of them fell weakly to the ground.
The soldiers of the Golden Eyed Lion Division rushed forward one after another, wielding their weapons, and chopped off the heads of these enemies.
The Jia warriors who were like crazy demons just now can only scream and curse in despair. They don't even have the strength to wield their weapons.
Aluozhai's secret method gave them several times more power, but the biggest flaw in this secret method was obviously Aluozhai himself. Once he was killed, these warriors who had been stimulated by the secret method to become extremely powerful would all become soft-footed shrimps.
The warriors of the Golden Eyed Lion Division piled all the enemy's heads together into a small altar. They raised their weapons and cheered loudly, but when the witch priests and elders wanted to find Si Wenming to express their thanks, they could no longer find the three of them.
Tens of thousands of miles away, Si Wenming carried the seriously injured Ji Hao, holding Manman with his left hand, walking step by step in the wilderness.
With a seemingly slow pace, Si Wenming's feet were shrouded in yellow light. Every step he took caused the response of the earth's energy veins underground. A low "dong dong" sound like a heartbeat came from the underground. Si Wenming's feet were shrouded in yellow light. Each step spans thousands of miles and crosses vast tracts of mountains and rivers.
Ji Hao lay on Si Wenming's shoulder and looked at the armor shrunk into a ball with a little heartache.
This is a gift from Abao, a powerful treasure that can withstand ordinary witch attacks. This armor saved Ji Hao countless times when he was in the Southern Wilderness. Without this set of armor to protect their lives, he and Manman would have been chopped into pieces by the Blood Fang Group.
But the two Jia warriors frantically used their own bodies as weapons, used their own blood to release powerful curses that weakened the armor's defense, and used their own bones to turn into flesh-and-blood demon soldiers. Their instantaneous attack power was almost beyond what the great witches should have. He reached his limit and broke through the armor with one blow, seriously injuring Ji Hao.
Looking at the transparent holes clearly visible on the armor, Ji Hao bared his teeth and let out a cry of pain.
More than a dozen thick bones penetrated the body. Ji Hao suffered fractures in seven or eight places, and his internal organs were seriously injured. Now that he took a breath, he was so painful that he wanted to cut off his head.
"The warriors of the Chiri lineage are different from Kang Yue." Si Wenming took out a pill and stuffed it into Ji Hao's mouth, and said calmly as he strode away: "The warriors of the Kangyue lineage are the most powerful. Excellent warriors. But those lunatics of Chiyue's lineage, they are just lunatics born purely for killing and destruction."
"Of course, that's not the point I want to say." Si Wenming lowered his head and walked quickly: "What I want to say is that you two were almost not beaten to death this time. You should be able to understand that Zhonglu is a mess. It’s a place that’s ten or a hundred times more dangerous than the Southern Wilderness.”
"In Zhonglu, you can't be impulsive. Any mistake you make may cost you your life." Si Wenming glanced at Manman and taught him a serious lesson: "Especially Manman, you have your The armor made by Amu myself is for protection, but not to mention those alien evil spirits, even I have a thousand ways to subdue you and take off the armor from your body."
Manman's little face suddenly turned white, he looked at Si Wenming and shouted: "Uncle, how can you take off Manman's clothes? Eminem said that Manman's clothes can only be taken off by one man in this life. Miles!"
Si Wenming and Ji Hao rolled their eyes at the same time, especially Si Wenming. He wanted to bang his head on the ground and knock himself down.
After laughing a few times, Si Wenming said helplessly: "Hey, I'm just making an analogy... Okay, let's forget about this topic. When you get to Pusaka, there will be someone special who will teach you some things. It's so barbaric, and your mother-in-law is too... "
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Si Wenming looked at Ji Hao and said, "Hao, you have had such a smooth life in the Southern Wilderness. Therefore, I deliberately want to make you suffer a little this time."
Ji Hao snorted feebly. He reluctantly raised his upper body, pointed at the two large transparent holes on his chest and said with a sad smile, "Uncle, is this a little pain?"
Si Wenming smiled disapprovingly and said: "Okay, what's this pain? The ancient god Xingtian had his head chopped off, and he still lived well? Our great witch has a very tenacious vitality. How can we die so easily?"
Ji Hao gritted his teeth and said, "But uncle, I am..."
Si Wenming slapped a wound near Ji Hao's pelvic bone hard, causing Ji Hao to wail again in pain.
"You brat, your witchcraft cultivation is only at the elementary level of a little witch. That's true. But your physical body, hum. Most of the great witches who have just broken through are not as good as you. I don't know what you ate in the southern wasteland. Thing, what does this injury mean to you?"
Ji Hao continued to laugh dryly, and took a deep breath. The vitality of heaven and earth surged from all directions. The flesh and blood near the wounds squirmed rapidly, and he began to slowly repair the wounds on his body that made people feel pain all over.
"Remember what happened today. In the Central Continent, an insignificant small family of the Yu clan, an unappreciated collateral descendant, left the family with a group of private army slaves who were not very powerful to develop their own territory. Such a weak The power will cause you such harm."
"Zhonglu is a good place, and Kasaka is an even better place, but it is also a place full of risks, and people can die at any time."
"I can't be with you all the time, I have a lot of things to do. So, you remember today's lesson."
Ji Hao touched the healing wound on his body, took a deep breath and asked his question.
"Uncle Wenming, we have arrived in the Central Continent. I really want to know... who are these evil spirits of the Yu and Jia tribes? Why do the patterns on the jade coins you use are their coats of arms? Guiling Caravan , why do you have to pay taxes to the Jia clan’s fleet? How can that Aluozhai confidently declare that he has occupied a territory that does not originally belong to him?”
Man Man raised his head in surprise: "Yeah? Uncle, is the pattern on your jade coin the same as the coat of arms used by those evil spirits?"
Si Wenming smiled and nodded to Manman, sighing leisurely: "You will know these things when you get to Pusaka. Manman, I will send you to find your father, and then see how he arranges for you. As for Ji Hao, there is a good place that suits you best. I brought you to Pusaka just to take you to that place."
Patting Ji Hao's head lightly with his palm, Si Wenming smiled and said: "Young man, it's always right to learn more. Your injury is not serious, but it's not light either. Take a rest and you'll be there when you wake up."
Ji Hao's head sank, his vision went dark, and he fell asleep immediately.
Vaguely, he felt that Si Wenming had stuffed a lot of pills into his mouth again.
(End of chapter)