On the contrary, Wen Yang advised Liu Yu to say, "Liu Xiong, as you can see, killing people in southern Xinjiang is just a common practice. You should not go to such a fierce place with your hands tied."
Liu Yu is with the wave a face or said, "Brother Yang, don’t worry that although it is a humble student, it’s not that I know how to read pedantic swordsmanship." Then I patted my waist sword. At this time, two other disciples found that Liu Yu’s waist was actually wearing a sword, but it looked simple and could not see the spiritual light. Guess it was an ordinary sword.
Hearing Lu Yu’s words, Mochow laughed and said, "You are really brave to survive. You dare to go to that scene just now."
However, before her words were finished, she was rewarded with a chestnut by her brother. Seeing Wen Yang, she said majestically, "How can I teach you how to speak on weekdays? If you don’t ask Brother Liu to open his mouth, you will be born."
Say that finish, regardless of the sad face clutching his forehead, Mochow turned to Lu Yu and said apologetically, "My school sister is still young and spoiled by us. I still hope that Lu Brothers will forgive me, but this southern Xinjiang mountain is high and the road is far away, and Lu Brothers may be in danger. It is better to take care of it with my brother and sister."
Liu Yu forgot to take a look at Wen Yang. I didn’t expect this young man to be chivalrous, so he didn’t refuse.
After a full meal, the people in the inn scattered and headed for southern Xinjiang. They had their own goals, but at this moment their faces were not easy. After all, entering such a place with a sense of milliampere, especially what happened in front of them, cast a shadow over their trip.
Lu Yu followed Wen Yang’s brothers and sisters slowly, feeling the mystery in people’s mouths in southern Xinjiang.
Everyone says that southern Xinjiang is a mysterious place, but most people think it is psychological. After all, it is an uncultivated land, and people outside know little about this land, but the tribes in southern Xinjiang seldom like to communicate with the outside world, which makes the smell mysterious.
However, Lu Yu can clearly feel that this land is really a mysterious force, and the vastness seems to dominate the fate of this world.
"This feeling is very similar to the evolution of the law!" Lu Yu’s heart is dark lining
There has always been a lot of rain in southern Xinjiang, and there are many poisonous insects lurking in this mountain forest. Even the most horrible killers in the world wait for medicinal materials to cure many stubborn diseases. Many businessmen enter southern Xinjiang just to buy the corpses of these poisonous insects and make huge profits.
However, for people walking in the mountains, this feeling is a bit bad. The elusive poisonous insect is the biggest headache for all adventurers. After all, no one can say how toxic the poisonous insect is here. It is very likely that a small insect will easily kill an adult with one bite.
But for Lu Yu and his party, there seems to be no such worry. Wen Yang and Mochow’s clothes will emit a faint white light. Once a poisonous insect approaches, it will be cut into several sections by this white light. Lu Yu squinted at the white light and knew that it was a faint sword light.
Since he set foot on this land, Yu Yu himself has been constantly sensing the mysterious power of this land, so his body is contaminated with a strange smell, as if he were in harmony with this land. If he didn’t feel it carefully, he wouldn’t notice his breath. Those poisonous insects turned a blind eye to him, as if he were angry.
Wen Yang looked at Liu Yu in surprise. He felt that this creature had a special temperament, especially when he set foot on this land. He could clearly feel that Liu Yu seemed to have an inexplicable connection with this land, and he was very surprised by the feeling that it seemed to be a part of southern Xinjiang.
"Do the Lu brothers have any special feelings when they arrive in southern Xinjiang?" Wen Yang asked tentatively.
"I feel very familiar with a strange smell," Liu Yu said with a smile.
"Really? I also found that the Lu brothers seem to fit in with this land." Wen Yang said with a smile.
Mochow, on the other hand, looked at the conversation with a puzzled face. The two people didn’t know what charades they were playing.
At this moment, there was a sudden flurry of footsteps, and a girl covered in blood ran out of the dense jungle. Looking closely, it was actually the provocative girl in the inn.
At this time, the girl had a face of embarrassment and never left her side. The black man disappeared and saw that her dress had been scratched with holes, showing white skin and fear. There was no more momentum when she was in the former inn.
When she saw Lu Yu and his party, there was a hopeful look in her eyes. However, before she could speak, a gloomy voice came from the depths of the forest.
"Little girl, don’t run away. Your destiny is to offer sacrifices to the great gods." An old man dressed in strange ornaments walked out of the jungle.
He is holding a wooden stick inlaid with a skull and an accessory like the skull of an elk on his head, with gorgeous feathers on both sides. Half of his face is covered with strange patterns, but his face is slightly old, but it is not as lifeless as the old man, but it has a chilly momentum.
When he saw Lu Yu and his party, his eyes lit up, especially after seeing Lu Yu, his eyes showed a look of fanaticism. When he suddenly fell to his knees, he shouted enthusiastically, "Great God, is this what you inspired me? Send the best things in the world to me."
Chapter one hundred and forty-three Shushan brother
The mysterious old man looked at Liu Yu and his party carefully, and the more he saw it, the more happy he became. He couldn’t help laughing and said, "What a powerful spirit! This is my Lord’s favorite sacrifice."
Then he said to Liu Yu with a look of fanaticism, "It’s so perfect. It’s just that my Lord specializes in building a body."
Wen Yang’s brothers and sisters looked at the old man Mochow in disgust and even said, "Evil spirits are heretics!"
This sentence made the old man’s face suddenly change. He looked at Mochow and said savagely, "How can you understand the greatness of our Lord? He is the master of fate, the origin of all things, and the master of this land, but he will naturally be great before you can see my Lord."
"Come and accept your fate, and my Lord will be in a good mood." The old man raised his hand and looked feverish but strangely solemn.
"It was Baal believers" Wen Yang gently spit out this sentence, but his heart will be the most vigilant. He now suspects that his missing classmates and elders in southern Xinjiang are involved in this kind of incident.
The fanatical old man suddenly jumped into a special dance and said that it was difficult to understand Gu Yan. It looked a bit funny.
But a few people didn’t smile, because with these words, there seems to be a special power coming to them.
Black stripes with the appearance of several people’s faces slowly climb like Parthenocissus, it seems to occupy the whole face, and the biting chill goes deep into the bone marrow, which makes people feel a chill.
Inexplicable forces seem to control their bodies and make them unable to move. The escaped girl’s face has been desperate to protect him. That’s how the black man was killed. He also hoped that the mysterious brother and sister could save her. However, at this time, she had no hope of seeing this strange scene.
"It’s really a strange means to be unaware that power is like entering the body." At this moment, the woman discovered that Wen Yang’s face did not have any panic and fear, but it was unusually calm and had the ability to evaluate the elderly.
"But this means just want to deal with our shushan brother is too naive" The words sound just fell a foaming at the mouth firm but gentle since his body broke out that strange black spots wrapped around his face like snow met fierce Yang, a speed that can be seen by the naked eye dissipated.
At this time, Wen Yang’s sharp-edged sword is like a beautiful sword, and a sword with blue light falls on his hand.
Girls in southern Xinjiang have seen such means and were stunned by the scene of Wen Yang.
And his school sister Mochow also burst into sword light, but it was much smaller than Yang Wenyi’s. At this time, she smiled and said with a fairy sword in her hand, "I didn’t expect to see a good-natured big brother make a move in southern Xinjiang this time."