The Great Wild God - Chapter 29
Chapter 29 Wolf Calamity
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After the pack of wolves passed, Chen Xun crawled out of the snow and touched the ground south with traces of wolves trampling on it.
Late in the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun scattered across the ice and snow. Chen Xun passed through a dense forest called Wolf Pack, and a lonely mountain stood on the ice plains. The dense blood energy condensed on the summit of the mountain soared straight towards Yun Xiao, not dissipating for a long time.
Lonely Mountain was only three to four hundred meters tall, and it was around seven to eight kilometers.
When he entered the snowy plains of the lake to the north, Chen Xun circled around nearby. He knew that there was a tribe of more than a thousand people living on this lonely mountain.
Looking at the traces of the wolves trampling, Chen Xun was actually worried about the tribes in this lonely mountain.
He took advantage of the darkness to touch it and saw that the stockade halfway up the mountain was already broken. Looking at the huge trees in the valley that were broken to the ground, the snow and ice were dyed dark brown. It could be seen how fierce the battle between the tribesmen and the pack of wolves was.
The pack of wolves had long since disappeared. The walls of the village were filled with broken limbs and bones. The head that was bitten off rolled all over the valley. The flesh and brain fluid in the skull had long since been eaten up …
There were also a few skinny old wolves that were like abandoned wolves, gnawing on the broken bones of these limbs that didn’t have much flesh and blood outside the stronghold walls.
The sound of wolf fangs gnawing on human bones was like a grindstone filing on a bone.
Looking at all of this in front of him, Chen Xun’s blood was almost frozen.
He couldn’t say whether it was anger, sorrow, or shock. He felt a deathly silence on his soul. The golden soul sea turned into a ten thousand mile desert, not a single blade of grass growing, and his hands and feet couldn’t help but tremble.
The old wolves noticed that the living people were coming from outside the valley. Their eyes flickered with rays of light, their teeth revealing ferocious flames as they whispered. In the next instant, they split into three groups and surrounded Chen Xun along the ridge of the mountain.
These green wolves seemed to be old and disabled, but they jumped up and down between the rocks as fast as they could fly.
The old wolf in the lead had a large body, and its thin and sunken back was like an enraged bow. When it jumped down from a boulder, its back suddenly opened and accelerated in the air, splitting out several afterimages and pouncing straight at Chen Xun’s throat.
The wolf fangs, which were almost dripping with human blood, bit into his throat. Chen Xun’s furious, sad, and frightened deathly lonely soul suddenly burst forth with a fierce flame divine brilliance, piercing into the hundred bones, causing the blood in his entire body to boil in an instant.
The barbarian soul instantly manifested itself and instantly transformed into countless dark divine splendors that pierced through his body. Chen Xun froze into a bottle of Nine Nether Barbarian Gods that were covered in black Nether Flames and stood between heaven and earth.
The green wolf seemed to be grabbing onto its throat with an invisible hand. Its skinny body couldn’t move any further, and it actually stagnated in midair for a few moments.
The long saber in Chen Xun’s hand unsheathed and turned into a streak of black saber qi, splitting the green wolf in half from beginning to end.
Hot wolf blood sprayed out all over Chen Xun’s face.
The ferocious aura that Chen Xun instantly revealed caused the other wolves that had surrounded him to stop in shock, and they sobbed as they rushed out of the mountain.
Chen Xun wiped the wolf blood off his face. He stood under the rocks, sheathed his saber, took out a small bronze bottle from his bosom, and swallowed a mouthful of Origin Gathering Paste to recover his nearly dried blood.
Entering the stronghold, Chen Xun discovered that almost all of the thousands of people were lying near the northern stronghold wall.
Some of the corpses of the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled were scattered in the stronghold, and they were eaten in an unpleasant manner.
Inside the stone hall in the middle of the stronghold, the floor-paved stone slab was shattered, revealing a deep black cellar. The inside was even more horrible.
Incomplete broken limbs and bones were everywhere in the cellar, and blood sprayed everywhere, leaving little room for them to stand.
And looking at the skulls that had been eaten to the point of no flesh left, it could be seen that when the pack of wolves attacked, the ones hiding in the cellar were all the cubs in the village, but none of them were fortunate enough to be in trouble …
Chen Xun didn’t know what he could do at this moment.
Even if the Heavenly Barbarians were brave enough to be trapped in tens of millions of green wolves, it would still be difficult for them
Not to mention that he couldn’t catch up with the pack of wolves, even if he could return to the black python in time, what could he do in the face of the surging pack of wolves?
Perhaps this was the cruelest and truest side of the Wilderness.
Chen Xun picked up the broken limbs and bones scattered on the walls of the stronghold and piled them up in the valley below. He then picked up the firewood stored in the stronghold for the winter and piled it on the bones to ignite.
The sobbing mountain breeze sounded like countless undead souls weeping in the darkness of the night. The blood energy in the valley became denser and denser, and it was extremely cold in the middle of the night, piercing through the skin and bones.
Even as he stood in front of the fire, Chen Xun felt as if his blood had frozen into ice.
The fire grew bigger and bigger, and soon it began to burn. Only then did Chen Xun suddenly discover that there was a beautiful figure standing on the cliff to the east.
Even though it was more than a thousand meters away, at this moment, the valley was burning brightly, illuminating the cliff.
The man was wrapped in a thick white robe. His hair was tied up in a bun, and he carried a black-gold sheathless sword on his back. A sword blade that was higher than his shoulder emitted a cold light that pierced through his muscles and bones.
The man’s face was not clear, but his soft cheeks could tell that she was an extremely beautiful young girl.
Even though it was more than a thousand meters away, that person’s eyes were like stars that flickered in the darkness of the night, giving Chen Xun an unusually clear feeling, suppressing the cold light of the divine sword.
Chen Xun didn’t know that the man stood on the cliff and looked over for a long time.
Seeing that Chen Xun had discovered her, the young girl turned around and descended the cliff. Her figure turned into a long azure light in the dense night, and she flew into the distance at an astonishing speed. Soon, she disappeared into the night.
In the past, Chen Xun was filled with reverence for experts who had advanced to the Heavenly Barbarian Realm. However, at this moment, he only looked in the direction where the young girl had disappeared for a few moments before sinking into deep thought.
Barbarian Soul Equipment Form was the foundation of Barbarian Martial Cultivation. It could not only absorb divine essence from Qi and blood, temper muscles, bones, skin, and flesh, but also penetrate the body. It was extremely powerful.
However, the Barbarian Soul Divine Splendor in his body had to be pulled out by a Barbarian Soul Combat Skill that contained a hidden Dao Connotation, a perfect combination of body and mind, or a Barbarian Soul Combat Skill that could enter the Minute Realm to form a Barbarian Soul Combat Martial Arts that could kill enemies with extraordinary power.
This was the true killing move and strength of the Black Python Barbarian Martial Succession that lasted for a thousand years.
Chen Xun hadn’t cultivated the Savage Soul Absolute Martial Arts of the Long Saber type before, but when he thought about it, the moment the old thin wolf pounced towards him in the valley, he brandished his saber and chopped out that black spectacular brilliance. It also merged with a huge amount of Savage Soul Divine Radiance. It was able to split the skeleton that was as hard as a divine Iron into two, and frightening the rest of the old wolves away.
Chen Xun thought about it carefully. He had unconsciously fused the fourth force of the Great Roc Secret Fist into the long saber he had sliced out.
Otherwise, Chen Xun would have fought against those old wolves.
Could it be that the five powers of the Great Roc Secret Fist could fuse with the saber technique to form a peerless saber?
Could it be that the seemingly shallow and easy-to-learn Great Roc Secret Fist’s five moves were the foundation of all martial cultivators?
Chen Xun stood in the valley, facing the burning corpses of the village, and thought hard for a night.
In the early morning, the snow was like floating cloth. Half of Chen Xun’s body was buried under the snow, and his blood almost froze.
Seeing the desolate red sun rise in the east, he stood up and walked out of the snow. He adjusted his saber and bow, then leapt down the mountain and headed towards the northern snowy plains.
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Under the cold wave, large-scale herds of beasts moved southward.
Thousands, tens of thousands of Azure Wolves were moving in groups. It was simply a tribal village in the northern mountain of Python Fang Ridge that could resist alone.
Even if there were one or two Heavenly Barbarians guarding the stronghold who had advanced into the Reincarnation Realm, if they were a proper herd of beasts, they would not be able to escape the end of the stronghold’s destruction.
Whether the Black Python could survive this cold wave and escape this calamity, to put it bluntly, it could only depend on the fate of the heavens, and could only resign itself to the fate of the heavens.
At this moment, staying in the Lake Snow Plains was not necessarily more dangerous than returning to the Black Python. Chen Xun was determined to continue northward against the cold wind, arriving at the extremely cold snowy plains, and undergoing the tempering of the stronger Profound Cold Qi between heaven and earth.
Only stronger, stronger, could protect everything he wanted to protect.
Just like that, Chen Xun decided to head north.
During the day, he traveled carefully to avoid the beasts that were heading south, as well as the ferocious birds and ferocious beasts that could come out of the primeval dense forest at any time to search for food. He also wanted to explore the terrain, dig through the ice and snow, and search for the spiritual herbs that grew in the depths of the lake.
At night, he was deep in the snow, digging a snowhole to hide. He refined medicine, cultivated his savage soul, further tempered his muscles, bones, skin, and flesh, and continuously practiced his saber, fist, and battle techniques.
Chen Xun’s speed towards the north wasn’t fast either. He only traveled thirty to fifty li a day, but after two months, he also went deeper into the lake plains for more than two thousand li. He saw once again a huge mountain range that stretched out horizontally above the lake plains. It was boundless.
So it was already Xi Jun!
It was different from the lonely mountain peaks that were intermittently distributed in the lake region. The Xi Ridge stretched for thousands of kilometers and was no less dangerous than the Python Fang Ridge. The ridges of the peaks were like spear blades that pierced straight into the clouds. They looked up at it without knowing how high it was. However, it was already covered with snow. From afar, they could see the world of ice and snow. There were no vegetation or rocks.
At this moment, when the cold wave was at its peak, Chen Xun raised his head and saw the azure cold clouds flowing through Xi Jun’s mountain peak.
There were several black shadows circling the summit of Xi Ling Mountain, circling through the azure clouds and cold waves.
It was hard to imagine how dense the Profound Frost Qi would be when one climbed to a height of ten to twenty thousand feet above Xi Ling and was in the midst of a cold wave.
It was hard to imagine how powerful those strange birds were to enter such a powerful Profound Frost Qi to temper their fleshly bodies.
The cold energy at the foot of the mountain was already extremely heavy. Chen Xun was also wearing thick fur, wrapping himself tightly. Otherwise, he would have to visualize the Barbarian Soul at all times in order to use the Barbarian Soul Divine Splendor to resist the erosion of the profound cold energy on his internal organs.
Cang Lan Za Lu recorded that Xi Ling was the birthplace of the Baixi barbarians.
The Gui Xi Tribe, which had tens of thousands of races, was also one of Bai Xi’s tribes. They moved south from the Xi Ridge a hundred years ago to join the Cang Lan Su Clan. Thirty years ago, they seized the Black Python’s habitat at at the southern foot of the Python Fang Ridge, and finally settled down in Cang Lan.
At one time, nearly 20,000 Black Pythons had been killed in thirty years because of the last generation of Heavenly Barbarians in the clan, and the hands of Ghost Xi had been shattered ever since.
Either dead or captured or surrendered, or moving west or fleeing north, the black python had nearly 20,000 clansmen. In the end, only Wu Gong Zong Tu and the others led a clan to temporarily settle down in the stone village in the northern mountain of Python Fang Ridge.
Although the living environment of Xi Ling was even worse. Although the Baixi tribe was of the same sect as the Python Fang Tribe, and it was even rumored that the Baixi tribe’s martial arts originated from the Ancient Xi Martial Scripture, the killing and maiming of the Baixi tribe around Xi Ling was far greater than that of the Python Fang Tribe.