Chapter 889 888 I Managed to Hold It Back

Chapter 889 888. I managed to hold it back with great difficulty

Wuman is the collective name for the tribes that have not yet developed enough civilization and are located in the Jueming Mountains thousands of miles away from Nabai Ancient City.

The Jueming Mountains are filled with the turbid air of the underworld, poisonous smoke, poisons, and even ferocious beasts. From time to time, underground fire will surge up, burning the unlucky guy until even ashes are left.

If the people living here are ordinary people, they can't live for three days. Even if they are monks, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is extremely rare in the Jueming Mountains, and the turbid air of the underworld is constantly eroding the monks' cultivation. for.

If you stay in that place for a long time, even the monk's moral conduct will decline.

As for the Wuman who can still live tenaciously in a place that can be called a purgatory on earth, his body can even actively absorb the turbid energy of the underworld to strengthen himself. Although he does not have the ability of a monk to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as a means of combat, he has absorbed the turbid energy of the underworld. And the body that can still hold on can still resist the Tao method physically.

Wuman will attack nearby cities or even countries every once in a while. Sometimes it is because there are too many children among the Wuman tribe and there is not enough food source, so they can only compete for more food from the outside world and consume too much at the same time. population.

And for some, the living environment in the Jueming Mountains is getting worse and worse, and they have no choice but to compete for living space outside.

Tu Shancuo explained while leading the way, trying to return to the city before the large Wuman army landed.

"Since the witch barbarians are just trying to survive, wouldn't it be better to allocate a piece of land to them, or hire them with food and other goods?"

Mo Cheng didn't understand that if Wu Man just wanted to survive, there should be more ways to deal with it.

"I know what Brother Mo means, but no, we can't let the Wuman occupy the land outside the Jueming Mountains." Tu Shanzuo replied seriously, "The Wuman was born in the Jueming Mountains. It's okay to say that the number is small, but once the number is enough to form villages and towns, the world will be infected and alienated, becoming an environment no different from the Jueming Mountains."

"Although Wu Man is trying to survive, but..." Tu Shansuo's foxy face showed a bitter smile, "We are also trying to survive, and we were alienated into the Jueming Mountains. It is extremely difficult to recover. But Wu Man doesn't care How they think individually, when they go outside the Jueming Mountains, they actively and passively become the hands and feet of the Jueming Mountains to explore and infect the outside world."

Mo Cheng nodded, "I understand."

Yes, he completely understood what the scene was like now.

There is nothing wrong with the witch barbarians themselves, but for others, the witch barbarians who were born in the Jueming Mountains will infect the land and even the spiritual energy, turning an area into a ghost place that is no different from the Jueming Mountains.

To others, Wu Man is a walking dirty bomb.

Wherever it falls, that place becomes a place of death.

At this time, Qingqiu Minshu also added, "Three hundred years ago, the Jueming Mountain Range was just an inconspicuous hill. Now..."

She didn't say the next words, but it was enough to let people know the situation.

The Jueming Mountain Range was just a small mountain three hundred years ago, but three hundred years later it has become a mountain range, which means that a large area has been turned into the Jueming Mountain Range.

At this time, the flying boat in the sky slowly opened, and then countless Wuman jumped off the flying boat. Mo Cheng visually measured the distance and found that the height of the flying boat was probably not more than a thousand meters high.

But at this height, those Wu Barbarians actually fell straight up from the air. Even Mo Cheng could see clearly that many Wu Barbarians were riding mounts, which looked like cavalry.

They were free-falling at an altitude of 1,000 meters, including men and horses!

Boom! ! !

The Wuman and their mounts did not have any buffer or any auxiliary means. They just landed straight on the ground. Apart from making a big hole, the Wuman remained unscathed.

"Oh no, it's Wu Man's ghost cavalry."

Tu Shanzuo didn't explain why it was bad, but there was no need to explain because Mo Cheng had already seen it.

The first wave of free-falling Wuman cavalry numbered in the thousands. After landing, they immediately reorganized their formation and launched a charge.

It is worth mentioning that the lakeside where the poetry meeting was held was very flat, with almost no obstruction except for the Baigu City in the distance.

In other words, this kind of terrain is most suitable for cavalry to launch a devastating charge.

With just one face-to-face encounter, Wu Man's ghost cavalry crushed the guards of Bai Gucheng and smashed those guards who dared to resist them into pieces.

When the spell hit Wu Man's body, it did not cause much damage. There was an aura around them that blocked the spell.

After dispersing all the Shihui guards, the ghost cavalry focused on the people fleeing towards Baigu City. At the same time, strange and unpleasant sounds were coming from the flying boat in the sky, and the syllables of the language could not be identified.

Red mist began to fall from the sky and poured into the ghost cavalry. Even the war horses received a lot of red mist.

When the red mist entered their bodies, the blood of the Ghost Demon Cavalry suddenly boiled. Everyone was like a huge furnace, and their blood rose like wolf smoke.

"Not good!" Tu Shanzuo's face changed immediately after hearing this, "This is the witch sacrificial technique of the witch barbarians. The red mist is added to it. It is the [Lie Shan] tribe of the witch barbarians!"

When Tu Shan said this, it was no longer useful. The ghost cavalry launched another charge and chased the fleeing crowd with an overwhelming force.

When a small group of cavalry saw Mo Cheng and the others, they accelerated and rushed over with an arrow formation. The horses trampled on the ground, causing cracks with every step. The leading cavalry raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at Mo Cheng. come over.

Shen Xueqi summoned [Feng Xue] in order to intercept the spear, but the Ghost Cavalry was extremely fast. When she tried to intercept, the spear was less than three inches away from Mo Cheng's chest.

A distance where timely rescue is absolutely impossible.

It was foreseeable that in the next moment Mo Cheng would be pierced through the heart, blown away, and then die.

But the ghost cavalryman found that when his spear was less than three inches away from the opponent's heart, he could no longer move forward even half a step.

Even though there were galloping war horses and the blessing of witchcraft, the three-inch distance was like a chasm.

Mo Cheng's palm grabbed the spear without any protection. Facing the high-speed collision of the cavalry, his figure did not even sway at all.

"Alas, helpless."

After a sigh of helplessness, Mo Cheng smiled as he faced the Guisha Cavalry.

It was a bloodthirsty, crazy, ferocious smile, "Why are you forcing me?"

With a flick of his wrist, the spear came out of his hand. Without looking, Mo Cheng grabbed the spear and stabbed it. The spear instantly pierced the ghost cavalryman and he fell off his horse.

"I had a hard time holding it back."

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