"Swoosh swoosh!"
Seeing Wang Yin charging at him, the shaman's eyes revealed a rare look of panic as the bone whistle emitted an ear-piercing sound.
The formless sound waves in the air condensed into a poisonous arrow that could take away one's life!
However, Wang Yin darted forward like an agile snake, lowering his head and bending his body from time to time to avoid the formless poison. Suddenly, he arrived in front of the shaman and thrust his spear forward, intending to kill this foreign demon.
"Pfft!"
A flower of blood appeared on the shaman's right hand, and the bone whistle fell to the ground. Wu Ming had seized the opportunity to shoot an arrow that almost took his life.
"All of you … must die!!!"
The shaman looked at Wang Yin and Wu Ming with hatred, cursing in the rigid Great Xia language. Disregarding the injury on his right hand, he took out the Dharma Drum and hammered it with force!
"Dong!"
The sound of the drum was even more terrifying than the previous time. In an instant, Wu Ming felt his blood freeze, and he could hear the cries of vengeful spirits. He saw stars and almost fainted.
And Wang Yin's performance was even worse.
The spear that was about to pierce out fell limply to the ground. Blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and two lines of blood flowed down from his ears!
This strike actually injured two martial artists at the same time!
However, this didn't seem to be a common move. Wu Ming saw the shaman stagger and almost fall to the ground.
He sneered, took out a black scorpion from his waist pouch, and flicked it at Wang Yin's face.
"Ah!"
Amidst the screams, Wang Yin couldn't dodge in time and was stung by the scorpion. In an instant, he fell to the ground without making any other sounds.
"What a poisonous creature!"
Wu Ming felt as though he was carrying a heavy burden and was in a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. He saw the sinister eyes of the shaman staring at him, and the fire behind him gradually died down. Then, the figures of the Hu cavalrymen appeared and shouted.
"Move! Move! "
Wu Ming screamed desperately in his heart. At this moment, his qi and blood reached the peak. Suddenly, with a crack, as though something was broken, a wisp of pure vital energy appeared in his Dantian and rapidly circulated throughout his body.
"Zhenqi realm!"
Feeling that he had regained his ability to move and that his physical body had become even stronger, Wu Ming immediately knew that he had made a breakthrough in his martial path.
"Looks like what the shaman used just now was an area-of-effect attack. Furthermore, the closer the distance, the greater the damage. Even though Wang Yin is at zhenqi realm, if he gets too close to him, he will bleed from his seven apertures. On the other hand, my blood flow will only be disrupted for a moment, and I will be able to suppress it after reaching zhenqi realm..."
Wu Ming's mind raced. On the surface, he looked at the Shaman walking over slowly with a sinister smile, but his face was filled with panic as he watched the Shaman take out another Twin-tailed Centipede.
"Han … You will die a miserable death …"
The shaman reluctantly put away the drum and walked forward with the centipede. He grinned hideously and said, "I'm going to peel off your skin and use it as material for the drum …"
"I'd better peel yours!"
Wu Ming suddenly raised his head and smiled brightly. He nocked an arrow on his bow and shot it.
After shooting the arrow, he did not hesitate and shot another arrow.
The two wolf fangs came almost at the same time. The Shaman did not expect Wu Ming to still be able to move. He turned around and retreated. A layer of blood appeared on his body and he deflected the first wolf fang arrow, but he could not dodge the second one!
Pu!
A flower of blood appeared on his neck. The Shaman fell to the ground and his mask fell off, revealing a cold and sinister face. "No … Impossible …"
"Ji ji!"
At this moment, he was filled with grief. His breath weakened and the poison in his hand immediately counterattacked. The Twin-tailed Centipede hissed and bit his thumb, killing him instantly.
【Killed a Shaman, 300 merit points awarded!】
"What a pity …"
Wu Ming, who was listening to the prompts from the Main Temple, looked at the cavalry charging not far away and the shaman corpses on the ground that were crawling with insects. He retreated unwillingly and quickly disappeared into the alley.
Although the Shaman's blood drum and whistle looked good, and he might even have some secret witchcraft manuals on him, the layer of black insects made Wu Ming's hair stand on end.
It was not easy to kill the other party. If he were to die while looting the corpse, wouldn't it be a waste?
Amidst the chaos, Wu Ming easily moved through the village. Suddenly, he came to the back of a gorgeous courtyard. He pushed aside the soil and lifted a stone slab.
"You're here!"
In the light, the beautiful woman's eyes were like stars.
"Mm!"
Wu Ming looked around and suddenly pushed out with both palms, pushing down the brick wall. He then flashed in and covered the stone slab.
Rumble!
A loud sound came from the ground. It was obvious that the entrance had been sealed.
In the darkness, only Oriole's fragrant scent could be heard, causing Wu Ming to let out a long sigh.
"The leader of the Hu people is dead?"
Oriole asked.
"Of course he's dead … Let's wait here until the time is up!"
Wu Ming worked hard to regulate his breathing and recover the strength he had expended. His ears were constantly listening to the sounds of the outside world.
Amidst the slight heat waves, voices like "The Hu people are gone!", "Water on fire!", "Save the people!", and so on, but Wu Ming's mind was as calm as an ancient well.
He had not been fooling around with Oriole for the past few nights, as Qin Hu had imagined. Instead, he had been inspecting the terrain and digging the cellar.
As for the fire outside, he had secretly set it.
The periphery of the Great Azure Village was similar to the slums. The houses were made of grass and trees, and naturally caught fire with just a light touch. The place Wu Ming had chosen was the rich area of the village. Like the ancestral hall and the main residence, it was located in the center and was made of bricks and tiles. It was not easy to catch fire, and most of the villagers gathered here. In order to survive, they naturally worked hard to put out the fire, so they were the least affected.
Oriole was silent. She did not ask why he had to hide.
After all, Qin Hu had betrayed them first, and then Wu Ming had set the fire. Even if it was for the good of the villagers, if word got out, the villagers would definitely be agitated, and they might even be beaten to death.
But it was even more impossible not to set the fire.
Once the Hu people won, they would definitely kill even more.
Moreover, Wu Ming was also quite clear that if he could simply bury his head and hide, he could be a cowardly tortoise from the beginning.
Thus, the shamans of the Hu people definitely had the ability to search for living beings. He had to set up a trap and get rid of them. Otherwise, he would be like a turtle in a jar.
In the current chaos, whether the Hu people or the villagers won, they would not be able to do anything to him.
The chaos continued for the entire night.
On the second day, through the air vent, Wu Ming still heard a lot of crying, mixed with cries of "Catch that adulterous couple!", "Burn the foreigners!", and so on. It was clear that Qin Hu's matter had been exposed together with him, and he had become the target of the villagers' anger.
"Aren't you angry?"
Oriole's voice came over. "If you hadn't cut your losses, the entire Great Green Manor might not have survived today!"
"Since you've already predicted this, why bother wasting so much effort?"
However, Wu Ming closed his eyes. "Miss Oriole still has some strength. Why don't you rest more? After all, there's still some time to go!"
Naturally, he had prepared some dry rations and water in the cellar, so it would not be a problem for him to get through the rest of the time. However, Wu Ming was used to conserving his strength in case of any major changes.
At this moment, he focused his mind and could feel traces of zhenqi forming in his dantian and flowing through his limbs and bones.
'What a blessing in disguise … I didn't expect that even though I've already overestimated the shamans, their strength is still beyond my imagination …'
Wu Ming thought to himself.
This time, he had considered almost everything. The only thing he had missed was the shamans' astonishing strength, as well as their long-range attacks!
If not for the king's seal and his breakthrough, he would have most likely died.
"But … I've finally reached the zhenqi stage!"
Wu Ming sank his qi into his dantian, feeling a strength that was several times stronger than before. He felt gratified.
In this world of martial arts, there were nine levels to the physical body stage: Calm, Flesh and Skin, Tendons and Bones, Internal Strength, Zhenqi, Innate, Physical Invulnerability, Internal Invulnerability, and Extreme Change.
Calm was the beginning of Daoism. After that, Flesh and Skin, Tendons and Internal Strength were all the basic processes of polishing one's physical orifices, training one's Qi and blood, tendons and bones, muscles, and even internal organs.
The previous dandy was rich in resources and had already completed the basics. It was just that he lacked experience and temperament, which was why he was stuck at Internal Strength and could not manifest zhenqi.
Now that it was Wu Ming, breaking through in the bloodbath was a matter of course.
In the darkness, he did not know how much time had passed. It was quite difficult.
Wu Ming, on the other hand, found joy in the pain and studied the progress of his martial arts.
"After manifesting zhenqi, a martial artist's every move will have extraordinary strength. The next step is to continuously cultivate and strengthen the zhenqi, filling the dantian, acupoints, meridians, and cleansing the whole body. This is called Acquired Returning to Innate!
"But … do I have to walk the path of martial arts? There's no future for tank warriors. Should I go back and get in touch with the Taoists and Qi Refinement cultivators … No! With the main temple here, won't I be able to walk any path I want? As long as I have enough reward points! No, merit points! "
"Young Master Nameless?!"
Just as Wu Ming was deep in thought, Oriole's soft voice came from beside him. Her voice was gentle and quivering. There was an indescribable feeling to it.
"What's wrong?"
Wu Ming was slightly stunned. Then, he felt an extremely hot and fragrant body sink into his arms. He heard the beauty's whisper, "I really can't repay you for saving my life. I can only …"
As someone who had lived two lives, Wu Ming was no longer a gentleman who followed etiquette. Besides, it was the easiest for a man to be aroused when he was in a life and death situation.
He did not reject her, and his hands began to explore her body in an unruly manner …
Oriole tactfully agreed. Just as the two of them were about to take another step forward, a grand and loud voice rang out at an inopportune time.
"Main quest completed! The Reincarnators have returned! "
In that instant, he felt the world spin. Wu Ming could only silently give the main temple the middle finger in his heart. Then, his vision turned black.
"Where … is this?"
Wu Ming stood in the void and looked around at the primordial beginning of the world. It was a scene of chaos. His heart stirred again. "There's no Oriole. It seems like we've returned to our own personal space?"
"Quest completed! Beginning settlement! "
A soul-stirring voice rang out, and a light screen instantly appeared in front of Wu Ming.
However, he suddenly raised his head and saw that above the primordial chaos, there was a magnificent palace that could not be described with words. It stood proudly, as if it had existed for eternity and surpassed the universe!
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