I Have a City in a Different World

These barbarians had clearly traveled long distances and were now exhausted, staggering between the walks.

But even so, no one stopped to rest, but continued to grit their teeth.

Whether it was the order issued by the Yaman tribe or the sense of crisis brought by the monks in Loucheng, they dared not stay for a moment, and just wanted to rush to the valley where the Yaman tribe was located in the shortest possible time.

If there is any change during this period, it may lead to the annihilation of the family.

An old-faced priest with a monster skull on his head was panting. With the help of a barbarian girl, he raised his head and glanced at the surrounding woods.

I don't know why, since he entered this dense forest, he felt a little upset, as if something was going to happen.

However, after careful observation, there was no abnormal situation, which made the old priest mistakenly think that he was too tired, so this illusion appeared.

"Patriarch, we have been gone for five days, how long will it take to arrive?"

The priest had a hoarse voice and asked a barbarian monk beside him.

This barbarian monk is the patriarch of the tribe. His cheeks are painted with white paint, and he wears a helmet made of monster teeth and bone fragments on his forehead, exuding a sturdy aura.

After hearing the question from the old priest, the patriarch of the barbarian tribe thought for a while, and said in an uncertain tone: "It should take four or five days, I remember it like this!"

The old priest nodded, then turned his head to glance at the followers behind him, and sighed slightly.

"Hey, when I was a teenager, I encountered an invasion by the Loucheng cultivator once, but the Yaman tribe did not issue a summoning order at that time, but ordered us to protect our respective tribes and kill the Loucheng cultivator with all our strength. "

The old priest said this with a look of recollection: "At that time, all the warriors of our tribe were dispatched and ambushed a group of monks in Loucheng by a big river. After a big battle, all the monks in the city were beheaded. The warriors also died nearly half!

Although the casualties were heavy, the loot that was harvested was also extremely large. Coupled with the rewards of the Yaman tribe, our tribe quickly regained its former strength.

It didn't take long for the news that the Loucheng cultivator was defeated. It is said that there were more than 200,000 Loucheng cultivators at that time, and they were all ambushed and killed by the Yaman tribe!

That time our barbarians won the victory, and only then did we have a peaceful time for the next hundred years.

Unexpectedly, just after a hundred years, these damned building cultivators are making a comeback. It seems that they didn't kill enough at the beginning! "

When the old priest said this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the old body seemed to stand up suddenly, vaguely showing the demeanor of the past.

When the barbarian patriarch next to him heard the words, he nodded slightly, and there was also a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

However, he soon showed doubts and said to the old priest: "Since the Yaman tribe has defeated those Loucheng cultivators last time, it means that these Loucheng cultivators are nothing more than this, but why do they want to do this this time? In a hurry for all the tribes to get together?

In this way, those Loucheng cultivators can easily occupy our land without hindrance, and I don't know what the Yaman tribe thinks. "

The old priest heard the words, with a worried look on his face, and shook his head slightly: "This is also what I am most worried about, I am afraid that this time the Loucheng monks are very powerful, otherwise the Yaman tribe will not be in these Loucheng monks just now. Appear, issue such an order!"

Glancing at the tribal monks around him, the old priest felt sore in his heart, fearing that after this battle, many young people in the tribe would not be able to return.

Just as these barbarians were walking and talking, their team had entered the ambush area of ​​the monks of the Holy Dragon City.

The old priest, who had a worried expression before, suddenly stopped at this moment, and then twitched his nose a few times, but his face became more and more ugly.

Seeing this, everyone on the side looked at the old priest curiously and wanted to ask what happened.

But when they saw the change in the old priest's expression, all of them were heartbroken, and they couldn't help clenching the weapons in their hands.

At this moment, the black skin of the old priest suddenly became pale and twisted, and his arms were swiftly waving.

"I smelled the smell of the monks in Loucheng. This is their ambush circle, everyone quickly retreat!"

With the roar of the old priest, all the barbarian tribes immediately changed their expressions, and turned around to escape.

It's just that before they could take their steps, they heard a "crackling" sound in their ears, and then countless bullets passed through the branches and leaves and fell on the bodies of these barbarians.

The screams sounded one after another, and before those barbarians could figure out what happened, they began to fall to the ground in pieces, and the forest path was instantly covered with blood.

At first, the old priest, who found the abnormality, showed a look of grief and anger. He looked at the corpses of his followers on the ground, and finally understood why the Yaman tribe issued a summoning order so hastily.

Compared to the Loucheng monks a hundred years ago, the enemies this time are really powerful. Until now, they have not seen their shadows, and hundreds of their own people have died!

Such a killing speed is unheard of!

Hiding behind a big tree, the old priest's veins popped out. After a few strong sniffs with the probe, he suddenly pointed in one direction.

Looking at the corpse of the girl who was supporting him, the old priest was full of hatred, and could not wait to rush forward to kill the enemy!

"Where, where are they, go and kill them..."

As soon as he said this, everyone vaguely heard a particularly dull gunshot, and the old priest said half of the words, and suddenly stopped.

The barbarian cultivator next to him couldn't hear the following, and when he looked at him in a conditioned reflex, his eyes suddenly burst and blood rushed to his brain.

I saw that the old priest had collapsed to the ground at this moment, but half of his head was thrown out, leaving only the lower half of the gums and the soft hanging tongue.

It turned out that at the moment when he probed just now, he was directly killed by a headshot!

But even though he was dead, the old priest's hand still pointed forward, as firm as a javelin.

"what!"

When the barbarian patriarch on the side saw this, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, and at the same time as he roared, countless black spikes appeared on the surface of his body.

At the same time, at the corner of his mouth, two sharp long teeth suddenly grew, more than a foot long.

"I'm going to kill you all, these damned beasts!"

The patriarch who had turned into a monster roared, and he fell to the ground like a wild boar, dashing in the direction of the bullet.

Behind him, the tribal monks also activated their bloodline talents one after another, turning into a wild boar-like appearance, and rushing up behind him.

It's just their bravery, but it can't help them resist the bullets.

At this time, the barbarian patriarch who rushed in front was already dripping with blood, and the blood that kept pouring out covered his sprinting path.

Countless bullets landed on him, then drilled into his body, hitting him like a rag doll.

After running a few more steps, he could no longer move forward, but after swaying a few times, his huge body slammed to the ground.

Glancing at the tribal cultivator who was also lying in a pool of blood behind him, his angry eyes were full of unwillingness, and finally dimmed quickly.

After another roar and fierce gunshots, the remaining barbarians had all fallen to the ground, and ten hidden figures began to shuttle through the forest, chasing and killing those fish that slipped through the net.

Some barbarian tribes who had escaped bullets before were fleeing in the woods at the moment, and their hearts were full of pain and fear.

Seeing that his clansmen fell in a pool of blood, but he could do nothing, which made those barbarians hate the Holy Dragon City very much while blaming themselves.

They swear in their hearts that if there is a chance, they must pay the bloody debts of these damned monks.

At this moment, a gust of wind flashed by, and then these barbarians saw a flash of sword light in front of them.

Looking at the black armored cultivators with blood-stained swords, they knew very well that they had no chance of revenge anymore...

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