Camp of the Yamabu Division.

Tens of thousands of horned bulls lay quietly on the periphery of the camp, and the horns that were as heavy as battering rams were neatly facing the outside, firmly encircling the entire camp.

The bonfire was raging in the camp, and the tribesmen of the Wushan tribe huddled around the bonfire, struggling to survive the long night. From time to time, a few long howls of unknown beasts sounded in the distance, often causing some people to get up and look around.

Yu Mu sat on a small dirt bag outside the camp, his eyes shining slightly, and he looked around vigilantly. Out of nowhere, a few suspended peaks floated right above the camp, and the starlight was obscured, and the thick night shrouded all directions.

But Yu Mu also seemed to have cultivated some kind of wonderful pupil technique, an extremely small rune flickered in the middle of his pupil, and the night could not block his vision, and he was very cautious to glance at all the places where the wind and grass were blowing from time to time.

Although he was on vigilant vigil, Yu Mu still carried a piece of fatty animal meat in his hand, cut off a piece of meat with a dagger from time to time, stuffed the meat slice into his mouth with great satisfaction, and chewed slowly with 100,000 points of devotion and sacredness.

"Eat enough...... Well, what do you eat at dawn? What do you eat at lunch? What about dinner?" Yu Mu muttered, babbling all the way to the question of whether to eat barbecue or stew for dinner in a month's time.

"Dead fatty, eat, eat, eat, sooner or later one day will eat you to death!" Feng Xing squatted in a small bush dozens of feet away, and suddenly scolded in a low voice: "I think about eating all day long, hey, do you eat people?"

Yu Mu frowned very seriously, thought for a long time, and said slowly: "I don't eat the native human race, cannibalism of the same kind, that's something that beasts can't do." But those three-eyed, four-eyed, five-eyed demons, I really want to try them. ”

There was a glint in his eyes. Glancing at a small dirt bag that was blowing in the wind and grass a few miles away, Yu Mu said indifferently: "They are not the creatures of our world, and to us, they are no different from chickens, ducks, geese and fish. They can eat our people, so why can't I?"

Fengxing was silent, and he looked up at the sky. Suddenly, he scolded in a low voice: "Where did these dirt bags come from? I smashed them? I hate the dark sky." I don't like dark nights at all. ”

In the camp, Taiji slept on all fours by a campfire.

The night breeze brought a hint of coolness, Taiji's body twitched, and subconsciously crawled in the direction of the bonfire. He was weak, and even in his dreams, he instinctively wanted to find a warm place to continue to sleep.

Seeing that Taisi's whole person was about to get into the bonfire, and a strand of his long hair was about to be scorched, the young priest who was sitting on the side of the cultivation frowned, pinching Taisi's neck like a chicken. Throw him back in place.

Taiji, who was tossed like this, still didn't wake up, he snored, and slowly crawled towards the campfire again. As he got closer and closer to the campfire, a smile appeared on the sleeping Taiji's pale face.

Shaoji shook his head, grabbed Taiji's neck again and threw him back into place.

But when Taiji crawled towards the bonfire for the third time in his dream, Shaoji neatly grabbed a stone beside him and slammed it on the back of Taiji's head. The stones shattered, and Taiji didn't even snort. Straight from deep sleep to fainting.

He grabbed Taiji and threw him back to where he was sleeping. Taisi took out a rope made of animal tendons, tied Taisi up strongly, and then nodded reassuringly, and continued to sit by the campfire and practice quietly.

In the night, strange forces that are invisible to the naked eye, but perceptible to those with keen inspiration, come from the infinite sky. Slowly, slowly injected into the body of the young division. Her aura became extraordinarily strange, as if she existed in this world, but it seemed to be beyond this world. Gradually, her figure became hazy. If you don't pay attention, you won't be able to find out where she is.

Thirty miles away, on a small hill, a tall and thin figure suddenly appeared.

Wearing a feather armor woven of black and white feathers, a bird-shaped helmet made of the skull of the Dapeng bird, a strange-shaped longbow on his back, and two giant eagle tail feathers that emitted a faint light on his sideburns, the tall and thin young man looked at the camp in Wushan from afar and sneered disdainfully.

"These tribes in the Middle Continent have really lived in peace for too long. The young man sneered in a low voice, "A migration team of 30,000 people, what is it like to camp at night? Any beast witch driving a group of beasts can leave them with no bones. ”

Another breeze blew, and five young men dressed in the same way as the youth, but with only a giant eagle's tail feather stuck in their sideburns, quietly appeared.

One of them chuckled and said, "What did the eldest brother say? Where can these soft bags of the Middle Continent be compared to our heroes of Dongyi? The warriors of our Gale Sect can easily kill more than ten times the enemies of the same rank as themselves. Sooner or later, one day ......"

The young man who appeared first smiled proudly and said indifferently: "Sooner or later, the position of the king of people will have to let the heroes of Dongyi sit on it." Kasuma, Kasuma, you said that if Kasuma is ours, how strong will our Gale Department be?"

There was a faint sound of breaking wind, and twenty young archers wearing black feather armor but no feathers on their sideburns hurriedly swept over. Hearing the young man's arrogant words, a young man said in a low voice, "Brother Ling, you still have to be cautious. The two eldest brothers, Qing Harrier and Qing He, are big witches, they are still in the witch hall, and they have become dry corpses so inexplicably, these people are not necessarily easy to mess with. ”

Brother Ling snorted coldly, and glared at the young man who opened his mouth fiercely: "Scared, if you're afraid, go back to find your Eminem to breastfeed." Do you know that although killing is strictly forbidden in the Witch Temple, how many apprentices die in the Witch Temple every year? At least thousands of apprentices die inexplicably in a year!"

Senior Brother Ling raised his head proudly: "Do you know what Elder Yun Peng said? The Witch Hall is a Gu Cultivation Pot, just to select the most powerful, strong, and highly poisonous Gu worms. We, the mighty bugs, can wipe out those weak ants at will...... This is the right given to us by the Witch Temple!"

A young man whispered, "How are they, the ...... that Lord Xi Wenming brought back to the Witch Palace"

Brother Ling's face turned cold, and he said with pity: "Ji Wenming? His method is the same as that of women, which is not suitable for the Witch Palace! Such a big Witch Palace, what to do, what to do, in the end, it depends on us people! Sooner or later, he will be cleaned up, sooner or later." ”

Grabbing the longbow on his back, Brother Ling said coldly: "Rush up and kill those guys." Incidentally...... These people in the Wushan Department can be sold for a good price. ”

After a pause, Brother Ling said fiercely: "I am in charge, whoever has made the greatest contribution today, the most watery little lady among these people is who!"

In the night, dozens of arrows came silently with the wind, instantly enveloping Yumu and Fengxing's whole body. (To be continued......)