In the dense forest on the mountainside, Tu Ming revealed his figure.

He is about seven feet tall, with a strong build and well-defined muscles.

His skin color was like bronze, he was wearing animal skins, his feet were bare, and there was a big snake wrapped around his waist. The big snake was dead and only had its body, but it was still lifelike. The huge snake head was located just above Tu Ming's shoulders, which looked particularly terrifying.

As the high priest of the Hundred Poison Tribe, known as the Poison Belly, Tu Ming's accessories are mostly snake bones and viper scales, and snake fangs and poison sacs hang from his necklace.

At this moment, he stretched out his skinny fingers and gently pinched a small poison sac in the necklace.

He pulled off the poison sac and infused it with mana.

In an instant, the poison sac was restored, enlarged to the size of a palm, and held in the hand of the poison-belly high priest.

Tu Ming murmured in his mouth, used his mouth seals, and chanted spells.

At the same time, he pressed the poison sac with his five fingers and kept kneading it.

The five fingers are also bronze in color, but the wrinkles and finger gaps are as black as iron.

The kneading and squeezing of the fingers is not irregular, but like five poisonous snakes wrapped around the surface of the poisonous sac, constantly twisting and swimming, rubbing wetly.

The corners of Tu Ming's mouth were slightly raised, revealing a sinister smile. His eyes became colder and colder, showing a ruthless look.

Poison Technique - No Phase Poison!

The mouth prints and fingerprints were combined with each other, and he used the poison sac to perform this move.

Tu Ming is a great monk at the Nascent Soul level. It has been many years since he took his duties so seriously and went all out to cast spells.

The poison sac continues to be consumed, gradually collapses, and eventually turns into a thin bag film.

The invisible, odorless and soundless poisonous gas floated silently towards the foot of the mountain according to Tu Ming's spiritual guidance.

There, an army was marching across mountains and rivers, and it was the barbarian demon army from the two countries.

The poisonous gas drifted into the army, spreading quickly without any hindrance.

Many barbarians and demon cultivators who had inhaled the poisonous gas were still rushing along, discussing, laughing and cursing, and some even started shouting, without any awareness of the approaching death.

"Old Niu, how does that snake demon taste?"

"What snake demon, I don't understand what you are talking about!"

"Stop pretending. Many people saw you running to the female snake demon's camp late last night to practice dual cultivation. Look at the way you were on your way today. You look so obviously tired. Are you about to be sucked dry?"

"What are you talking about! I am a strong old cow. If I do double cultivation seventeen or eighteen times a night, I will still be vigorous, energetic, energetic, and energetic..."

thump.

Before he finished speaking, the bull-headed demon cultivator fell to the ground, expressionless.

dead.

The first reaction of the demon cultivator who just talked was to laugh out loud: "Old cow boasted so much that I fell down from exhaustion, uh..."

thump.

He also fell down, his face was calm, and he lost his life.

Thump, thump...

A series of monks fell down one after another, like wheat stalks blown by the rain and wind, one after another.

At this moment, the barbarian demon camp finally reacted.

The monk in charge of the alert sounded the alarm bell and shouted at the same time: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!"

thump.

The next moment, he was dead too.

But the alarm bell is a magic weapon, and it is still sending out a piercing alarm.

"It's bad, general, someone poisoned us! There are hundreds of casualties in our army." A subordinate came to report.

Xu Dali, who was sitting on the heavily armored rhinoceros, was shocked. He quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed the long-handled war hammer hanging on the mount, and shouted: "Array, array!"

His voice was very loud, causing a wave of noise and spreading. The soldiers in the inner circle knew the inside story, and the elite soldiers in the outer circle heard the noise, didn't know why, and cast doubtful glances.

The subordinates quickly asked: "General, what formation are you going to set up?"

"Iron barrel formation, set up the iron barrel formation first!" Xu Dali shouted.

The subordinates around him immediately dispatched, some holding military flags, some laying out weapons, and some giving orders.

The barbarian demon camp was like a bloated bear. After being bleeding and injured, it was awakened. The hairs on its hair immediately stood up and it became furious and alert.

Another mountainside.

Two Nascent Soul level barbarian monks stood side by side.

A Di Lu has black eyes, a bare upper body, painted with blood totems, and carries two huge crescent scimitars on his back.

A man with solitary teeth, blue hair, wolf claw lines on his cheeks, and a ferocious wolf fang stick in his hand.

Both of them are at the Nascent Soul level.

Gu Ya gave a hard blow and inserted the mace into the rock.

He raised his head slightly, puffed up his chest, took a deep breath, and then bit his finger and blood flowed out.

He dipped his fingers in blood and smeared it along the wolf claw lines on his cheeks and forehead.

At the same time, he activated his magic power and instilled it into the patterns of the wolf's claws.

The lines were stimulated by both blood and mana, as if they were alive, and began to grow rapidly, spreading on Gu Ya's cheeks and chest.

Eventually, it spread along the legs and feet into the surrounding mountains.

For a moment, the blood-blue lines formed a complex and simple pattern, placing the lone wolf and Di Lu at the center.

Storage array - Beast World·Langshan!

The blood-blue magic circle erupted with intense light, and large groups of wolves rushed out from the light.

These ferocious mountain wolves have hair that ranges from light gray to dark gray to gray-blue.

They are all carefully raised by Gu Ya and have good strength. Most of them are at the Qi Refining level, and the bosses are all at the Foundation Building level.

There were three Jindan level commanders, each one as big as a calf. They did not charge after walking out of the magic circle, but stood beside Gu Ya to protect the general.

Like a tidal wave, the wolves swooped down from the mountainside, forming a ferocious military force and covering the barbarian demon camp.

The poison-belly high priest Tu Ming finished using his poison technique and had been watching the barbarian demon camp from a distance.

Seeing that the barbarian demon camp was agitated and wanted to form an formation, they couldn't help but sneer: "Iron barrel formation? Lu Hongtu said it right. This level of strength is insufficient and I don't know how to adapt. How can a mere iron barrel formation withstand my phaseless poison?"

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Elsewhere, Guya also observed the movements of the barbarian demon camp, but frowned.

Once the iron barrel battle formation is formed, the defense of the barbarian demon camp will be greatly increased, which will bring great difficulties to his wolf attack.

"If our Cang Yue tribe loses to the Baidu tribe, how will we lose face?"

"God's decree requires us to go all out. My wolf pack will suffer too many losses. How will we face the main force of the two countries in the future?"

Thinking of this, Gu Ya immediately let out a loud roar, opened his arms, and danced a war dance on the spot.

The blood-blue lines on his body, along with every simple and primitive dance movement he made, left streaks of blood-blue light and shadow in the air.

Light and shadow intertwine and weave into the shape of an altar.

Guya climbed onto the altar and used his methods.

Beast Control - Wolf Running in the Wind!

The Wolf Running Technique takes effect immediately, greatly increasing the speed of the wolves and quickly shortening the charging distance.

Beast control is one of the hundreds of arts of cultivation.

In Qianfeng Forest, Gu Ya and Ju Bing are both known as the masters of pig and wolf beasts. They are well known for their profound attainments in beast control.

The barbarian demon camp was in panic.

"Oops, the wolves are speeding up!"

"We won't have time to form a formation, General, what should we do?"

Urgent report from subordinates.

In the past few days, Xu Dali has also been working hard. As a general, he has put in a full training load. However, there are too many people, which makes the training difficult, and the level of training is quite low.

At this time, the military situation was extremely urgent. Unexpectedly, the barbarian demon camp fell into disarray and was unable to form a formation quickly.

"Form me up!" Xu Dali shouted, and the aura on his body exploded, forming a wave of air.

The air wave expanded rapidly, and within a few breaths, it swept through the entire army.

The Art of War - Soldiers are valuable and quick!

As the commander-in-chief of an army, Xu Dali naturally also practiced the art of war.

The most classic concept in the art of war is the speed of soldiers, and he also makes it look stylish.
To be continued...