In the camp, the women of the Wushan Department were busy with resolute faces.

The last three arrows fired by Da Feng Ling killed 377 warriors of the Wushan Division, seriously wounded 785 people, and slightly injured 1,253 people. If it weren't for Yu Mu's voodoo, which caused him to lose more than ninety percent of his magic power, the damage he caused would have increased at least tenfold.

In the face of ordinary people, the killing of the Great Witch is really like a god, a demon and a demon, and it is impossible to resist.

The fallen warriors were scrubbed clean and lay neatly on the firewood and grass piles, and Tie Yan led several old witch priests to stand aside, chanting requiem incantations in a low voice.

'O dead warriors, this is not far from Mount Wu, and you are so lucky that you will be able to return home when you die!'

'Shelter the living people and bless them with a safe journey, and shelter the children who are still alive and bless them with a safe journey.'

'Wushan is not far from here, go back quickly, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the people have erected a banner for you, go back the way you came, Wushan is our hometown!'

Occasionally, there were several children in the crowd crying, relatives of the slain warriors. But there were only a few crying children, and more children gathered around the old man, silently taking over the armor left by their elders and grabbing the weapons they left behind.

The seriously wounded and lightly wounded warriors lay on the backs of the Panjiao bulls, and the young and taisi took a group of women to wash their wounds and feed them healing witchcraft. A strong smell of herbs echoed in the air, and from time to time the injured person coughed violently and spurted a large amount of blood foam from his mouth.

Yu Mu sat shirtless on the side, looking at the busy camp with an expressionless face.

In these damn years, everyone has become accustomed to the sudden death of a loved one. Survival is so hard, death is like a dark cloud, hanging over everyone's head at all times.

Fengxing gritted his teeth. Pull out the arrows on Yu Mu's body one by one. Many arrows pierced more than two feet deep into Yu Mu's fat, and some arrows even penetrated his bones and pierced into his bone marrow.

The arrows were pulled out one by one, and a large amount of blood continued to emerge from Yu Mu's body, and then his skin and flesh squirmed violently, and the wound healed quickly. When the arrow tears open the skin and the flesh is torn out. Yu Mu was still expressionless, as if the flesh and skin were not on his body.

But those arrows that pierced the bones were densely covered with barbs, and when Fengxing gritted his teeth and pulled out these arrows, the arrows and bones rubbed against each other and made a piercing sound, and Yu Mu's skin and flesh suddenly tightened, his face distorted, and he gritted his teeth and kept making a muffled snort.

Sticky sweat continued to seep out of Yu Mu's skin, he swallowed the cool air in a big gulp, and suddenly laughed: "Hey, the guy that Shaosi let go used the escape talisman to escape...... Should. You've already arrived in Kamasaka, right?"

'Ka Ka' screamed, Yu Mu smiled dryly: "I really want to eat meat! It's a pity that my pot is not strong enough, hey!"

He squatted aside, holding the long handle of the hammer in both hands, and stared blankly at the busy people in the camp. It was the first time she had seen such a scene, a woman and a child in a ruined camp after being attacked and killed, and grief but holding back tears. And those whose eyes were red, but whose faces were resolute. A young man who took over the armor and weapons left behind by his father and uncles from the hands of the elders.

Inexplicably, the eyes of the barbarian who had been grinning all the time were full of tears, and two lines of clear tears flowed silently.

She dropped her sledgehammer and walked slowly over to a woman, took the clay pot in her hand, and helped her wipe the wound of a warrior whose chest had been cut out of a large hole.

"Hmm. Brute!" Ji Hao looked at the barbarian, only to feel a depression in his heart.

He remembered the words that Da Fengling had just said when he was desperately begging for mercy after he was captured alive. A vicious aura rushed to the top of his head, Ji Hao patted the crow standing on his shoulder, and the crow man screamed towards the sky and flew into the air. The wings rotated and the body swelled to the size of a hundred zhang, Ji Hao jumped on the back of the crow man, and the crow man turned into a long rainbow and instantly rushed into the air at a height of a hundred miles.

The hundred-foot-long streamer fire rainbow tore through the clouds and shot forward, but it flew hundreds of miles in a single tea time.

hovering in the air for a while, Ji Hao, who was shining with light in his eyes, suddenly let out a long roar and jumped directly off the back of the crow father. Falling rapidly from a height of 100 miles, Ji Hao even opened his streamer fire wings to push his body to fall faster.

Like a meteor falling, Ji Hao frantically smashed into a small valley.

Camping in the valley was a small group of dozens of warriors and hundreds of servants, who did not raise a bonfire, but sat around an ornate tent.

Ji Hao fell from the sky with a strong light, and several of the strongest Jia warriors roared in anger, jumped up for the first time, and two Jia warriors rushed straight up more than ten miles high, and crashed into Ji Hao arrogantly.

Ji Hao flew down, and he could even see the fine beards on the faces of the two Jia warriors who rushed forward.

"Give me, die!" Ji Hao roared, and the huge magic power in the dantian witch cave turned into a fire dragon and rushed out, instantly swallowed by the fire spear on his right arm.

A flame of light erupted from Ji Hao's palm, and the magic power of the Great Witch level could only briefly stimulate a small part of the power of the Yi Gun, about a snap of the fingers. Such a short period of time is insignificant, but it is enough for the current Ji Hao.

The whole body was golden red, completely disembodied, just a spear-shaped flame of fire emitted a terrifying high temperature, and the void within a radius of more than ten miles was suddenly shrouded in flames, raging flames swept the sky, and the armor on the two Jia warriors suddenly burned.

Holding the Yi spear a little harder, Ji Hao scolded angrily, the tip of the spear touched the bodies of the two Jia warriors slightly, and the Yi spear that had just been activated returned to his right arm. But the two warriors of the Ga tribe didn't even let out a miserable howl, and a flash of fire erupted from the inside out, instantly burning them into a puff of green smoke.

Ji Hao fell to the ground fiercely, and the small valley that was three or four miles long was shrouded in a burst of fire in the loud bang.

Ji Hao, who had exhausted all his magic power in an instant, urged the Zifu Jindan, and the huge Danyuan mana rolled out, and the three flying knives and two flying swords in the waist pouch shot out with a cold glow, and more than a dozen Jia warriors who were swept away by the fire splashed by Ji Hao on the ground were swept over their heads by the sword light and sword light, and their heads were cut off.

Compared with the Jia warriors of the Blood Fang Regiment, these Jia warriors in front of him were just weak birds at the level of a small witch, and Ji Hao easily crushed them all.

"Dafeng Ling told you to come and buy slaves? Are you from the Black Lock Regiment?"

Ji Hao smiled at the stunned servants around: "I'm sorry, you are all my slaves now!" (to be continued......)