dead child, ghost carrying coffin

As the spell was launched, a large amount of thick fog gushed out in an instant.

When the dense fog cleared...but nothing happened, Hua Jiunan and the others kept their original postures and stood there awkwardly.

Facts have proved that Ba Ye Chang's loyalty need not be questioned.

He was worried that Hua Jiunan would be too embarrassed, so he hurriedly spoke.

"Small, Mr. Xiao, if it doesn't work, do it again, we are not tired at all in this posture."

"I don't feel tired even if I stand for half a day!"

"Besides, the fog just now was quite fun..."

......

In fact, it's not that the return of the secret technique failed, but that it was transferred to another person.

Just when the deaf mother-in-law was crying, a person suddenly appeared in front of him.

Even though he was wearing a golden imperial costume, the old man still recognized him at a glance.

"Xiao Jiu, you are finally back... Wait, you are not my Xiao Jiu, who are you?!"

That's right, what appeared in front of the old man was Hua Jiunan's first life, the mysterious resurrected existence.

The "first life" obviously didn't understand why he suddenly appeared here, and he didn't speak, but looked around slowly.

Seeing this, the people of the Kuteng tribe immediately stood up for battle, to be precise, to protect the deaf mother-in-law and retreat slowly.

However, facing a person exactly like Hua Jiunan, how could the old man leave easily before he figured it out.

"Who the hell are you? Where's my Xiaojiu?!"

The first life seemed to be "woke up" by the words of the deaf mother-in-law, and her face was full of impatience.

Then he gently raised his hand and pointed at the old man's eyebrows.

This is exactly the starting method of Emperor Tingmeng's unique secret technique - "Destroy".

However, just as the "first life" was about to kill, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, and then he froze in place thinking.

A moment later, with a cold snort, he stepped out and disappeared into the Kuteng tribe...

On the other side, on the east hill behind the courtyard.

The wicked cocoon who was the main force suddenly disappeared, making the situation even more difficult.

Although the champion Hou Huo Qubing and Wu Mourning Heavenly King led an army to block it, they were still defeated by Wu Luo.

Especially the combination of Wu Luo and the ancient evil insect, the nephew, its effect is far beyond what it can be compared alone.

"Hehehe, that barbarian escaped, you just wait to die!"

At this critical moment, the ground suddenly began to shake, and then the sound of shouting and killing came from behind Wu Luo.

"No one in my Kuteng tribe will abandon their comrades-in-arms, let alone the second warrior!"

It was a group of primitive people who came running wildly, because the speed was not as fast as that of the wicked cocoon, so the Kuteng people who "arrived late"!

Seeing this, the clan elders sighed and were relieved, and walked out from the protection of the Sirius cavalry and the begging army.

At the same time, he said to the champion Hou Huo Qubing.

"General, the enemy is too powerful to fight against."

"After a while, I will take the clansmen to the end, and you protect the nobles and leave first."

Before Huo Qubing and Ran Min objected, the clan elder resolutely joined his clansmen and began to chant aloud.

"Great Mother Earth, please have mercy on your children and give them blessings!"

"O great spirit of the wind, bestow your lightness upon these brave warriors!"

"Great ancestors, your descendants are fighting against evil, please lower your bravery!"

Three consecutive shaman blessings are all the clan elders can do.

The blessed bitter vine primitive people suddenly became more brave, and Qi Qi rushed towards Wu Luo with red eyes.

Seeing this, Wu Luo sneered.

"It's actually a celestial shaman...do you know the origin of the phrase 'a little witch sees a big witch' in front of this witch?"

Yan Bi just waved his hand lightly and spit out two words: "Dispel."

In an instant, the blessing technique that the clan elder had used with all his strength disappeared in smoke.

Under the backlash, the clan elder himself spat out a mouthful of blood with a puff.

Wu Luode was so powerful that he put one hand on the head of the ancient nephew's nephew, grinning grinningly.

"Kill!"

The already ferocious nephew suddenly became more violent, and rushed towards the Kuteng tribe with a sharp cry.

Even though the situation was so dangerous, these primitive people did not flinch in the slightest, instead they all roared and took the initiative to meet them!

"All for the tribe!"

Courage, however, cannot bridge the "gap" of strength:

In just one face-to-face meeting, more than a dozen big Kuteng men were "severed in two" by the sharp claws of the strange insect.

The giants are strong, because they are afraid of affecting their morale, so they still hold back their screams even after suffering such pain, but they can't hide their steaming blood.

It seemed that bursts of red mist were scattered in all directions.

You must know that although half of the adult men were dispatched by the Kuteng tribe this time, there were only more than 100 people.

Nephew's blow cost them one-tenth of their losses!

Although the elders of the clan have long been prepared for the annihilation of the entire army, who can face the death of their own family members indifferently!

Overwhelmed with grief, he raised his head to the sky and spat out a mouthful of reverse blood again.

"God bless my bitter vine!!"