He was about seven feet tall, with a strong physique and well-defined muscles.

His skin was like bronze, he was wearing animal skin, barefoot, and a big snake was wrapped around his waist and back. The snake was dead, only its shell remained, but it was still lifelike. The huge snake head was located just above Tu Ming's shoulder, which looked particularly terrifying.

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

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

He pulled off the poison sac and infused it with magic power.

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 softly, performed oral seals, and chanted spells.

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

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

The kneading and squeezing of the fingers were not without pattern, but like five poisonous snakes entwined around the surface of the venom sac, constantly twisting and moving, rubbing in a wet and cold manner.

Tu Ming's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sinister smile. His eyes became increasingly cold, revealing a ruthless look.

Poison technique - formless poison!

He used the combination of oral prints and fingerprints and the poison sac to perform this move.

Tu Ming is a great cultivator at the Nascent Soul level. It has been many years since we have seen him cast a spell so solemnly and with such full effort.

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

The invisible, odorless and silent poisonous gas, guided by Tu Ming's spiritual sense, floated silently towards the foot of the mountain.

There, an army was traveling through mountains and rivers, marching rapidly all the way. They were none other than the barbarian demon army from the two countries.

The poisonous gas drifted into the army and spread rapidly without any hindrance.

The many barbarians and demon cultivators who inhaled the poisonous gas were still on their way, discussing, laughing and cursing, some even quarreling, without realizing that death was approaching.

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

"What snake demon? I don't understand what you are saying!"

"Don't pretend. Many people saw you going to the female snake demon's tent to practice dual cultivation late last night. Look at how tired you are after traveling so fast today. Are you almost drained dry?"

"What are you talking about! I am strong and healthy. I can practice dual cultivation 17 or 18 times a night and still be full of energy and vigor..."

thump.

Before he could finish his words, the bull-headed demon cultivator fell to the ground with an expressionless face.

Dead.

The first reaction of the demon cultivator who had just talked was to laugh out loud: "Old Bull, you are just bragging. I am so tired that I am almost lying down. Uh..."

thump.

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

Plop, plop...

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

At this moment, the Barbarian Demon Camp finally reacted.

The monk in charge of the alert rang 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 magical instrument and it is still sounding a shrill alarm.

"Something terrible has happened, General. Someone has poisoned our army! Hundreds of our soldiers have been killed or wounded." The subordinate came to report.

Xu Dali, who was sitting on the heavily armored rhino, was shocked. He quickly reached out and grabbed the long-handled war hammer hanging on his mount, and shouted, "Form a formation, form a formation!"

His voice was so loud that it caused a storm and spread out. The personal soldiers in the inner circle knew the inside story, and the elite soldiers in the outer circle heard the noise and didn't know what was going on, so they all cast doubtful looks at him.

The subordinates hurriedly asked: "General, what formation do you want to deploy?"

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

His subordinates immediately set out, some holding military flags, some arranging weapons, and some giving orders.

The Barbarian Demon Camp was like a bloated bear. After being bloodied and injured, it was awakened. Immediately, its hair stood on end and it became alert with an angry look.

Another mountainside.

Two Yuanying-level barbarian monks stood side by side.

A Di Lu, with black eyes, naked upper body, blood totems painted on him, and two huge crescent-shaped scimitars on his back.

A Lone Fang with blue hair, wolf claw patterns on his cheeks, and holding a ferocious wolf-tooth club.

Both of them are at the Nascent Soul level.

Gu Ya exerted force and inserted the mace into the rock.

He raised his head slightly, puffed out his chest, took a deep breath, then bit his finger, causing blood to flow.

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

At the same time, he mobilized his magic power and infused it into the wolf claw patterns.

The lines were stimulated by both blood and magic power, and seemed to come to life. They began to grow rapidly and spread across Gu Ya's cheeks and chest.

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

In a moment, the blood-blue lines formed a complex and ancient pattern, placing Lone Wolf and Di Lu in the center.

Storage array - Beast Realm·Wolf Mountain! The blood-blue array burst out with a strong glow, and a large group of wolves rushed out from the glow.

These ferocious mountain wolves have light gray, dark gray, and gray-blue fur.

They were all carefully raised by Gu Ya and were quite powerful. Most of them were at the Qi Refining level, and the leaders were all at the Foundation Establishment level.

There were three Jindan-level commanders, each as big as a calf. After walking out of the magic circle, they did not charge forward, but stood beside Gu Ya to guard the main general.

The wolves swooped down from the mountainside like a tide, forming a ferocious army and heading towards the Barbarian Demon Camp.

After the Poison-Bellied High Priest Tu Ming had performed his poison technique, he had been watching the Barbarian Demon Camp from afar.

Seeing the Barbarian Demon Camp getting agitated and trying to form a formation, he couldn't help but sneer, "Iron barrel formation? Lu Hongtu is right. This Xu Dali lacks talent and doesn't know how to adapt. How can a mere iron barrel formation resist my formless poison?"

Elsewhere, Gu Ya 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 enhanced, making it extremely difficult for his wolf pack to attack.

"If my Cang Yue tribe loses to the Bai Du tribe, how can we save our dignity?"

"The will of God requires us to go all out. My wolf pack will lose too many people. How can we face the main forces of the two countries in the future?"

Thinking of this, Gu Ya immediately let out a long howl, opened his arms, and started a war dance on the spot.

The blood-blue lines on his body left behind streaks of blood-blue light and shadows in the air with every simple and primitive dance move he made.

Light and shadow interweave, weaving into the appearance of an altar.

Gu Ya climbed onto the altar and performed his trick.

Beast Taming Technique - Wolf Run in the Wind! The Wolf Run Technique took effect immediately, increasing the speed of the wolves by a large margin and quickly shortening the charging distance.

Taming beasts is one of the hundred arts of cultivation.

In the Thousand Peaks Forest, Gu Ya and Ju Bing are known as the Pig-Wolf Beast Masters. It is well known that both of them have profound attainments in the art of taming beasts.

The Barbarian Demon Camp was in a panic.

"Oh no, the wolves are speeding up!"

"We are too late to form a battle formation. General, what should we do?"

In the past few days, Xu Dali has been working diligently. As the commander, he has done his best in training. However, there are too many people, which makes training very difficult and the training level is quite low.

The military situation was extremely urgent at this time, and as expected, the Barbarian Demon Camp failed to form a formation quickly.

"Form a formation for me!" Xu Dali shouted, and the aura on his body burst out, forming a wave of air.

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

Art of War - Speed ​​is the essence of war! As the commander of an army, Xu Dali naturally also studied the art of war.

The most classic military strategy of speed is the essence of war, and he also executed it in a very capable manner.

The wolves attacked faster, and with the help of military tactics, the Barbarian Demon Camp also formed a formation faster.

"Come on, hold on, we won't retreat in this battle!" Xu Dali roared.

The personal soldiers and elite troops around him quickened their actions, and the iron bucket formation with them as the core had taken shape.

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The deputy general checked for Xu Dali's shortcomings and asked, "Sir, should we ask for help from the friendly forces?"

After being reminded, Xu Dali nodded quickly: "Of course I need help, quickly ask for help!"

Oooooh!

The wolf pack officially clashed with the barbarian demon camp.

The roughly organized battle line of the Barbarian Demon Camp was like tofu dregs and was easily killed and smashed by the wolves.

The monks of the Barbarian Demon Camp screamed in agony. After the battle, hundreds of them were killed or injured!

The front line was twisted and could not hold up, with several gaps appearing.

The wolves rushed into the inner circle through the gap like a flood.

But here, they hit a wall and their offensive was immediately curbed.

Surrounding Xu Dali, his personal soldiers and elite troops have formed a small iron barrel formation.

The battle formation brought a huge increase in defense to every monk involved, as if they had skin of iron and bones of bronze, making it difficult for mountain wolves to bite and tear them apart.

On the mountainside, Tu Ming's expression became a little serious.

The resilience of the Barbarian Demon Camp was a little beyond his expectations.

He saw that the core of the Savage Demon Camp had been stabilized, and the vast majority of cultivators outside the core, although retreating, were only restrained by the fierce attack of the wolves.

Few of them were panicking; most of them were angry after being attacked and wanted to fight back.

"The morale of the Barbarian Demon Camp is still there!"

"Guya is too impatient, delaying my efforts to disrupt their morale."

Tu Ming became dissatisfied with Gu Ya.

His formless poison is invisible, colorless and odorless, which can cause tremendous terror to the barbaric monsters, shocking and shaking their morale.

However, the wolf pack's attack followed closely, which prevented the Barbarian Demon Camp from savoring the terrifying atmosphere brought by the formless poison and plunged them into a fierce fighting mood.

The formless poison was still taking effect, but the attention of the Barbarian Demon Camp was attracted by the wolves. Even if a cultivator around them died mysteriously, most people didn't care.

Gu Ya frowned.

His wolf pack crashed into the small iron barrel formation and suffered heavy blows. More than seventy mountain wolves were killed in a short period of time.

"Xu Dali's core has not been shaken, and the influence he brought is taking effect. The monks near the core circle are all relying on him. If we don't stop it, a larger iron bucket formation will soon take shape!"

"By then, my wolf pack will have suffered even greater casualties."

Gu Ya felt impulsive and looked at Di Lu, wanting him to charge into the formation and cooperate with him.

But when Di Lu noticed Gu Ya's gaze, he shook his head decisively.

Di Lu can understand that Gu Ya loves wolves so much, but Di Lu will never lose the big picture for the small. His most important task here is to protect Gu Ya.

Di Lu said: "The Hundred Poisons Tribe and my Cang Yue Tribe have both taken action one after another. Don't forget, there is also the Ancient Vine Tribe."

Bound by divine will, he was not worried at all that the people of the Ancient Vine Tribe would be lazy.

Another hilltop.

The Nascent Soul cultivator of the Ancient Vine Tribe, Doctor Bi Teng, and her husband, the Golden Core cultivator Cang Teng Wang, both turned their attention to the battlefield.

On the battlefield, the barbarian demon camp and the wolf pack were fighting each other, creating a bloody storm with broken corpses.

Seeing that Xu Dali's iron barrel formation was expanding, King Cang Teng took out the huge black bow behind him.

The black bow seemed to be made of dead wood, naturally curved, but without a string.

King Cang Teng stretched out his hand, twisted his white hair and beard, and then pulled it hard.

He pulled out his own hair and held it close to the black bow.

As he cast the spell, the white hair in his hand expanded violently and turned into pale vines.

The white vine is small but tough and has strong elasticity. It automatically climbs up and tightly wraps around the upper and lower ends of the black bow, then automatically tightens and pulls the black bow further.

King Cang Teng held the black bow in his left hand, pulled the empty string with his right hand, and aimed at the battlefield.

He pulled back suddenly, and as he moved, the muscles in his right arm bulged, exuding a strong masculine aura.

He pulled the bowstring to its limit and then let it go.

Bang.

With a dull sound, the bowstring straightened again and trembled violently.

There were clearly no arrows, but on the battlefield, a white mark suddenly appeared where King Cang Teng's eyes were locked.

The white marks immediately solidified and turned into pale vines, crushing the monk's heart and drilling through his body, causing vines and thorns to sprout from all over his body, turning him into a bloody and broken corpse.

Bang, bang, bang…

King Cang Teng kept pulling the string and letting it go.

His black bow was not a weapon, but a magical tool. With his strange magic, he could make vines grow out of thin air in the bodies of monks, taking their lives one by one.

Many key figures in the Barbarian Demon Camp died in unclear circumstances.

These people either hold the formation flags, or hold military orders, or even carry small formation plates.

As these people died, the expansion of the Barbarian Demon Camp's iron barrel formation suddenly came to a halt.

Seeing this change, Gu Ya laughed out loud and started dancing wildly again.

Essentially, this is spellcasting through body mudra.

Beast Taming Technique—The wolf’s howl is heart-shaking.

Beast Taming Technique - Wolf Claws Like Weapons! After releasing two spells, Gu Ya was extremely exhausted. He half-knelt on the spot, panting heavily.

He alone was blessing the entire wolf pack, even if he was at the Nascent Soul stage, it was very strenuous. Especially since the wolf pack had already clashed with the Barbarian Demon Camp, and was affected by the military spirit of the Barbarian Demon Camp, the difficulty and consumption of casting spells increased sharply.

The wolves were blessed and began to howl one by one, powerfully shaking the defenses of the monks in the Barbarian Demon Camp.

The wolf's claws were covered with a layer of metallic luster, becoming sharp like weapons.

The wolves' offensive power increased significantly, killing and knocking down the barbarian demon camp.

"The damn guy who controls the wolf pack must be Gu Ya. I'm going to kill him!" Seeing that his side had suffered heavy losses, Xu Dali was furious and his eyes were bloodshot. He was about to go alone to cause trouble for Gu Ya.

"General, don't be impulsive."

The deputy general hurriedly persuaded Xu Dali to stay. Without Xu Dali, the iron barrel formation that had just stabilized would be in danger.

(End of this chapter)