In the camp, the women of the Wushan tribe were busy with determined expressions.
The last three arrows fired by Dafeng Ling killed 377 Wushan tribe warriors, seriously injured 785 people, and slightly injured 1,253 people. If Yu Mu's voodoo hadn't consumed more than 90% of his witchcraft power, the damage he caused would have been at least ten times greater.
In the face of ordinary people, the killings of the great witch are really like gods, demons and demons, which cannot be resisted.
The fallen soldiers were scrubbed clean and laid neatly on the pile of firewood. Tie Yan led several old witch priests to stand aside and recited requiem incantations in a low voice.
'Dead warriors, this is not far from Mount Wu; you are so lucky, you can go home after death'!
'Protect the tribesmen who are still alive and bless them to have a safe journey; protect the children who are still alive and bless them to grow up safely'!
'Wushan is not far from here, you should go back quickly; don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the tribe has erected flags and flags for you to summon souls, go back along the way you came, Wushan is our hometown'!
Occasionally there were the cries of a few children in the crowd, which were the relatives of the killed soldiers. But there were only a few crying children. More children gathered around the old man, silently taking over the armor left by their elders and grabbing the weapons they left behind.
The soldiers who were seriously injured or lightly injured lay on the back of the Pan-horned Bull. The Shaosi and Taisi led a group of women to clean their wounds and feed them witchcraft medicine to heal their wounds. There was a strong smell of herbs in the air, and from time to time the injured would cough violently, with large amounts of blood spraying from their mouths.
Yu Mu sat shirtless and looked at the busy camp with an expressionless face.
In this damn age, everyone has become accustomed to the sudden death of their loved ones. Survival is so difficult, and death is like a dark cloud, always hanging over everyone's head.
Feng Xing gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrows from Yu Mu one by one. Many arrows pierced Yu Mu's fat meat more than two feet deep, and some arrows even penetrated his bones and penetrated his marrow.
The arrows were pulled out one by one, and large amounts of blood continued to appear on Yu Mu's body. Then his skin and flesh squirmed violently, and the wounds healed quickly. When the arrow tore open the flesh and ripped it out, Yu Mu's face remained expressionless, as if the flesh was not his.
But those arrowheads that pierced the bones were densely covered with barbs. When Fengxing gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrows, the arrowheads and the bones rubbed against each other, making a harsh sound. The muffled sound of 'HangHang'.
Thick sweat continued to seep out from Yu Mu's skin. He swallowed big mouthfuls of cold air and suddenly laughed: "Well, the guy Shao Si let go used the escape talisman to escape... It should be, Have you arrived at Kamusaka?"
With a cry of 'kaka', Yu Mu smiled and said, "I really want to eat meat! Unfortunately, my pot is not strong enough, hehe!"
Manman squatted aside obediently, holding the long handle of the hammer with both hands, and stared blankly at the busy people in the camp. This was the first time she had seen such a scene, a camp that was in ruins after being attacked and killed, women and children who were sad but holding back tears, and those whose eyes were red but whose faces were extremely determined, taking over their father and children from the hands of the elders. A boy who left behind armor and weapons from his uncles.
Inexplicably, the eyes of Manman, who had always been carefree, were filled with tears, and two lines of clear tears flowed down silently.
She dropped the big hammer, walked slowly to a woman, took the clay pot in her hand, and helped her wipe the wound of a soldier who had a big hole in his chest.
"Well, Manman!" Ji Hao looked at Manman and felt a heavy suffocation in his heart.
He remembered the words that Dafeng Ling had just said when he was begging for mercy without any choice of words after being captured alive. A wave of evil energy rushed directly to the top of his head. Ji Hao slapped Crow Crow standing on his shoulder. Crow Crow screamed and flew into the sky. His wings rotated and his body expanded to a hundred feet in size. Ji Hao jumped on Crow Crow's back. Lord Crow transformed into a rainbow and instantly rushed hundreds of miles into the sky.
The hundred-foot-long stream of fire rainbow tore through the clouds and shot forward, flying hundreds of miles away in just one cup of tea.
Ji Hao, who hovered in the air for a while, his eyes shining brightly, suddenly let out a loud roar and jumped off Duke Crow's back. Falling rapidly from an altitude of hundreds of miles, Ji Hao even opened his flowing fire wings to push his body down faster.
Like a meteor falling, Ji Hao crazily crashed into a small valley.
Camping in the valley was a small team composed of dozens of Jia warriors and hundreds of servants. They did not raise a bonfire, but sat on the ground around a gorgeous tent.
Ji Hao fell from the sky with a bright light. Several of the most powerful Jia Clan warriors roared in fear and anger, and immediately jumped up. Two more Jia Clan warriors rushed up to a height of more than ten miles, arrogantly He bumped towards Ji Hao extremely hard.
Ji Hao flew down, and he could even clearly see the fine beards on the faces of the two Jia warriors who were rushing towards him.
"Give me, die!" Ji Hao shouted, and the huge witch power in the Dantian witch cave turned into a fire dragon and rushed out, and was instantly swallowed by the burning spear on his right arm.
A beam of fire that was eight feet long erupted from Ji Hao's palm. The great witch-level witchcraft power could only briefly stimulate a small part of the power of the incineration spear for about a snap of a finger. Such a short time is insignificant, but it is enough for Ji Hao now.
The whole body was golden red, completely insubstantial. It was just a spear-shaped fire. The incinerated spear emitted terrible heat. The void with a radius of more than ten miles was suddenly enveloped in fire. The raging flames swept across the sky. The armor on the two Jia warriors suddenly burned. stand up.
Holding the burning spear in his hand, Ji Hao yelled angrily. The tip of the spear touched the two Jia warriors slightly, and the newly activated burning spear returned to his right arm. But the two Jia warriors didn't even let out a miserable cry. A burst of fire erupted from the inside out, instantly burning them into a puff of smoke.
Ji Hao fell hard to the ground, and the small valley three or four miles long was enveloped in a burst of fire with a loud bang.
Ji Hao, who had exhausted all his witchcraft power in an instant, activated the Zifu Golden Pill, and the huge magic power of the pill rolled out. Three flying knives and two flying swords in the pouch on his waist shot out with a cold light of ten feet. Several Jia warriors who were thrown away by the fire splashed by Ji Hao's landing were violently swept over their heads by the light of swords and knives before they could get up, and their heads were chopped off.
Compared with the Jia warriors of the Blood Fang Regiment, these Jia warriors in front of him were just weak little witch-level birds, and Ji Hao easily crushed them all.
"Dafeng Ling asked you to come here to buy slaves? Are you from the Black Lock Group?"
Ji Hao smiled ferociously at the stunned servants around him: "I'm sorry, you are all my slaves now!"
(End of chapter)