hiss!

The moment he saw clearly, Jiang Cheng took a breath of air conditioning!

Flying in the sky, this is flying in the sky.

Even a powerful existence in the Spirit-Devouring Realm cannot fly in the sky.

Under normal circumstances, if a soul warrior wants to fly long distances in the sky, his cultivation must reach the soul opening realm, and his fighting soul must also be the fighting soul of a bird.

In other words, the four powerful soul-opening realms in the sky.

The existence of the Soul-Opening Realm can be comparable to the existence of Linggong, the Zhenguo of Biyuan Kingdom.

In other words, if everyone above comes down, they can sweep the entire Baihun Eight Division in minutes.

But now, the four soul-opening realm are just four sedan chairmen.

This discovery made Jiang Cheng's scalp numb, and the four soul-opening realms were all present. Who would be sitting on the soft collapse? What kind of person would be?

Will it be the existence of the manifest virtual realm?

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng's scalp suddenly became cold, and it suddenly felt like falling into an ice cellar.

Jiang Cheng saw a girl lying down in the sky, and glanced slightly lowered her eyes, which made Jiang Cheng feel like he was being targeted by a peerless beast. His whole body was instantly stiff and he didn't dare to move, allowing the wine to overflow from both sides of his mouth.

Fortunately, the girl who was raising her collapse just glanced at him. The flying figure in the sky did not stop at all. In a blink of an eye, she flew over Jiang Cheng's head.

Cough cough cough cough cough!

After the four women flew over the air, Jiang Cheng started to cough violently, because he was so scared that he could not swallow it and was choked by a burning knife.

"What kind of existence can actually make four powerful soul-opening realm people become sedan chairmen?" Even though the four figures collapsed and disappeared into the night sky, Jiang Cheng was still in fear.

The power of the Soul Opening Realm and the look at that moment made Jiang Cheng's heart feel like it stopped beating.

call!

"I don't know when I can fly in the sky like them?" After a long breath, Jiang Cheng stomped his numb feet, and Jiang Cheng's eyes immediately focused on his eyes.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Cheng plundered all the dry food and meat jerky brought by the patrol team of Baihun's troops that he had killed and hung it on a horse.

For example, the hunters who were on patrol missions in Baihun's troops would be given two days of food. For Jiang Cheng now, even a ration is extremely precious.

Perhaps a bit of food represents the life of the tribe members.

Looking at the tribe without shadows in the distance, Jiang Cheng was extremely anxious. It had been five days since the heavy snow had been blocking the mountain. Perhaps the tragic scene in the tribe was about to take place a few years ago.

Actually, it’s not possible, Jiang Cheng knew that according to this year’s situation, that scene was destined to be staged, and it might be the most tragic scene in the history of the Geshan tribe!

Jumping onto the Dulei Ji, the horse whip exploded, and Jiang Cheng led the six riders Dulei Ji to run wildly towards the tribe.

Less than ten miles away, a specially made whistle arrow flashing with red light roared out of Jiang Cheng's hand, and it was very eye-catching in the dark night sky.

Not long after, six riders and thunder horses rushed towards the place where the whistle and sounded arrows had just been shot.

Another patrol team of Baihun's troops arrived. As they approached the six cavalry's empty Du Lei Ji, a figure suddenly rose from the snow.

In a blink of an eye, five patrol teams of six people were killed by Jiang Cheng. One of them fell to the ground early and turned around and fled early. However, before he ran far, Jiang Cheng fired two spiritual arrows in a row, and they exploded into pieces with his men and horses.

The patrol team of Baihun's troops is equipped with Jiang Cheng, with six people in groups led by a soul warrior. Basically, as long as the soul warrior is solved, there will be no threat to others at all!

As before, Jiang Cheng began to plunder food and brought together the five newly captured thunder horses. If it weren't for the insurmountable bottom line in his heart, Jiang Cheng wouldn't even let these corpses go.

If you have not experienced it personally, you will not be able to experience the tragic tragedy of the tribe in the year of great disaster.

That is the sorrow of the small tribe and the honor of the small tribe!

What disappointed Jiang Cheng extremely was that even if he shot all the whistle arrows, he would not wait for the third patrol team of Baihun's troops to come.

If two or three patrol teams come to Jiang Cheng and fight hard, perhaps that kind of tragedy can be really avoided! The kind of tragedy that Jiang Cheng would never want to see again if possible!

Taking advantage of the night, Jiang Cheng rode a muffled thunder horse, strung with ten other muffled thunder horses, and ran wildly on the snow-covered grassland. In order to save time, Jiang Cheng even urged his spiritual power to relieve the cold.

Jiang Cheng ran wildly all night, and the heavy snow fell like goose feathers all night, and the messy horse hooves were stamped tightly without a trace.

When the sky was just shining and Jiang Cheng was trembling with coldness, Jiang Cheng finally saw the tall watchtower of the Geshan tribe and the open village gate.

There were also dense figures outside the village gate, and grandpa who was standing on the village gate holding an ancient mysterious ceremony, and grandpa who looked thin in the cold wind.

The moment he saw the dense figures, Jiang Cheng's tears flowed down instantly, and when the cold wind blew, it instantly turned into two lines of ice tears.

Jiang Cheng knew very well that those people were not welcoming him back. The tribesmen did not have the ability to predict the future. They were saying goodbye to their relatives...

Standing outside the village gate are the old, weak and disabled people in the tribe, and the old, weak and disabled people who spontaneously gather together.

In this cold winter, they will leave their tribe and go to the snow-covered mountains and ice to find life, save more food, so that the young and young people in the tribe can survive.

The one inside the village gate is their relatives.

Grandpa, who was standing at the gate of the village, was holding an ancient ceremony to bless them and pray for them!

Jiang Cheng experienced it once in the second year of coming to Geshan tribe. That time, nearly thirty old men with white hair stepped into Geshan with a smile.

That time, it was also the time when Jiang Cheng completely integrated into the Geshan tribe.

Jiang Cheng will never forget the bright smiles on his face when he walked to the deep mountains in the snow.

But this time, there were nearly a hundred people!

The roar of eleven muffled thunder horses did not disturb the ceremony.

Even though more than a thousand people from the Geshan tribe knew that Mon Leiji was unique to the Baihun tribe, no one was paying attention to it or fearing anyone.

This moment is the most sacred moment for every tribe. Even if the Great Linggong of Baihun tribe comes, he dare not interrupt him.

Otherwise, they will be attacked from head to toe and even teeth by every member of the Geshan tribe.

The eleven riders who ran wildly in the storm finally attracted the attention of the Geshan tribe.

Because no one dared to rush towards the village gate of the Geshan tribe at this moment, even the most noble person in the Baihun tribe could not do it.

No protest, no words, only actions!

All the men who could draw bows in the village gate gathered into the village wall as fast as possible. The bow strings of the bows kept ringing, and hundreds of hunting bows instantly aimed at the Eleven Riders.

At this moment, even if the Heavenly King is exterminated, the bows and arrows of the Geshan tribe will shoot over without hesitation.

This is honor!

This is dignity!

"It's me, grandpa, patriarch, it's me! I'm Jiang Cheng, don't shoot the bow!"

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng suddenly jumped out of the Duleiji and drifted towards the village gate like a big bird.

Seeing that it was Jiang Cheng, the patriarch Ge Xiong grinned: "Why did this guy get so many thiefs?" With a wave of his hand, the men of Geshan tribe immediately withdrew their hunting bows. However, Jiang Cheng's arrival did not make any joy surge on the faces of the tribe.

Including Shi Tie, who stood in the village wall and tied his bow, had no smile on his face, only two lines of ice hangers turned into.

"Grandpa Liu..."

"Grandpa Niu..."

“Grandma….”

"Grandpa Sledgehammer..."

"Dad Shi, you too..."

Looking at the familiar faces with white hair and familiar faces outside the village wall, with sacred smiles, when he saw Shi Daliye, his father with a broken arm, Jiang Cheng's eyes turned red and tears could no longer help but surged out.

"Ha, Ah Cheng, why are you crying?" Shi Dali hugged Jiang Cheng with his one arm, allowing Jiang Cheng's tears to wet his shoulders.

"Child, this is the most glorious time in my uncle's life. Why are you crying?" Old Dad Shi slapped Jiang Cheng's back vigorously, and comforted Jiang Cheng in turn.

Inside the village wall, tears from the young and strong men of the Geshan tribe gushed out silently at this moment, including Song Yue, whose pretty faces were red with cold, were covered with ice tears, but no one cried at this moment.

"But...but...but..." Jiang Cheng didn't know what to say at this moment.

"The man from Geshan tribe doesn't cry!

Jiang Cheng, remember, protecting the tribe is the honor of the men of the Geshan tribe.

Remember, you are all the hopes of the Geshan tribe, and everything is for the tribe!"

Just as Shi Dali slapped Jiang Cheng on the back to comfort Jiang Cheng, Shi Dali suddenly shook his one-arm and roared in a hoarse voice: "For the tribe!"

"For the tribe!"

As the cries and thunder were heard, ancient songs sounded in the sad voices of the tribe members. The most sacred expressions were blooming on the faces of nearly a hundred tribe members outside the village gate.

At this moment, their faces covered with gullies were like blooming snow lotus flowers, full of holiness...

Amid the ancient songs, they turned around and stepped into the mountains in the distance...

"Help me enlighten me..."

The inauspicious voice penetrated Jiang Cheng's ears as Dad Shi turned around, making Jiang Cheng unable to hold back any longer. He almost roared like a madman: "Wait, you wait!"

The next moment, Jiang Cheng suddenly rushed to the gate of the village, and with a thump, he knelt down at the grandfather who was dancing in the cold wind at the gate.

"Grandpa, please send me a message and let them come back!"

"Grandpa, I snatched back those eleven thunder horses. Just kill them as food rations. Just let them come back!"

Jiang Cheng wanted to stop this suicide-like entry into the mountain, but Jiang Cheng knew very well that he would never be able to stop him. If he had to pull himself in a stubborn manner, these tribe members might jump into Hunjiang directly.

Only grandpa, only Linggong, who exists like gods in a tribe, can stop them!

Seeing that the grandfather's dancing figure in the village gate stopped suddenly, Jiang Cheng even screamed and said sadly: "Grandpa, please tell me, eleven muffled thunder horses have been able to hold on for a few days!

Grandpa, just send a message!"

On the snow, Jiang Chengchang couldn't kneel down.

At the village gate, the cold wind blew up the grandfather's scattered white hair, and the grandfather's old face, which was full of ice tears, had already been covered with ice!

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PS: Maybe there are brothers who don’t like recent chapters, but it doesn’t matter, Zhu San wrote what he wanted to write.

I am not afraid of my brothers making jokes when I say this. When I wrote this chapter, Zhu San himself was a little choked and his throat was blocked. Maybe his writing style was limited, so you couldn't read that feeling, but this was the feeling that Zhu San had been looking for.
Chapter completed!