Sword Saints Should Go Tank

As the fog continued to advance, the figures in the fog became clearer and clearer.

At this time, Wu Zhu also shouted.

"Men of the middle-aged people, go around and protect the evil spirits, don't let them rush in. Others, kneel down and pray with me."

Under Wu Zhu's order, Huang Xing led some people to defend the perimeter.

Wu Zhu, on the other hand, brought the women and children in the village to pray on his knees.

At the same time, it also lit the totem pole with a special torch.

Yes, directly ignite the totem pole that stores the souls of the ancestors.

As the flame ignited, a ray of fire appeared from the top of the totem pole.

The flames didn't look very bright, but it gave people a sense of peace of mind.

Along with the prayers of the tribesmen nearby, the sounds of the tribesmen hunting and celebrating came from those flames.

"That voice... Could it be that the souls of the barbarians really exist in the totem pole?"

The voice in the totem pole gave Huang Xing an idea.

But, now is not the time to explore.

Looking around, Huang Xing found that with the totem pole being ignited, the effect was still obvious.

After the voice from the totem pole sounded, the pervasive black mist finally stopped.

However, although the fog stopped, it didn't mean to retreat in the slightest.

At the same time, the phantom in the fog is also constantly solidifying.

And soon, there was a figure, completely solidified, and rushed out of the fog.

"Chila!!!"

As soon as the figure rushed into the range illuminated by the totem flame, there was a scoffing sound from his body. It was the sound of the foggy shadow being melted.

And when the fog and shadow melted, Huang Xing could clearly feel that in the flames burning on the totem pole in the village, the fighting voice of the barbarian man was a little louder.

"After the totem pole is ignited, it can suppress or even melt evil spirits. This is the trump card of the barbarians. However, if it burns like this, the totem pole should not be used a few times."

Such thoughts came to mind, but Huang Xing himself did not stop, but rushed towards the shadow quickly.

In the direction where the shadow appeared, there were also barbarians stationed there.

Because there were tribesmen behind him, and even his own wife and children there, the barbarians stationed there were not repelled by fear, but rushed up fiercely holding wooden spears.

"Die to me."

In an instant, a dozen or so spears were aimed at that evil spirit, and among them was a brutal warrior.

Under the efforts of those people, especially under the illumination of the totem flame, the evil creature's reaction was too slow, and its body continued to melt.

Therefore, before Huang Xing passed by, the evil spirit was wiped out.

And this made Huang Xing heave a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, the barbarians here are not all useless. After all, they have lived here for a long time, and they still have a hand in dealing with evil spirits. If it is not for the existence of the strange world, they will not end up in the end of destroying the village."

A large number of strong and strong barbarians finally relieved Huang Xing of the pressure a little.

At the same time, paying attention to the burning speed of the totem pole, Huang Xing also found that the burning speed was not fast.

"It looks like we can make it through today."

Such an idea appeared in Huang Xing's mind, but just as it appeared, vocal music came in from the mist.

The vocal music in the mist is a very common rural leisure musical instrument, including drums, gongs, horns, and flutes.

The combination of these things is not very exquisite, but hearing that voice made Huang Xing feel at ease.

Especially the sound of the flute seemed to ring in Huang Xing's heart. Hearing it, he felt like returning home. In that sense of security, Huang Xing's consciousness wanted to fall asleep completely.

However, the next moment, a sword cry sounded in Huang Xing's mind. Such a sound made Huang Xing wake up in an instant.

"That voice, there is a problem, don't listen."

After waking up, Huang Xing found that there were nearly a hundred people in the square, and they were all about to stand up in a daze.

Looking at them, they seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping, as if they were sleepwalking.

But it won't happen at all, hundreds of people sleepwalking at the same time.

The problem in front of him clearly showed that there was something wrong with those sounds, especially the sound of the flute.

It's just that Huang Xing can wake up with the will of a master-level swordsmanship blessing, but other people don't have such a strong will of Huang Xing.

Among them, the middle-aged men were alright. Years of hunting made them quite tenacious. Although they were sleepwalking, many of them just stood up and didn't move.

But the women and children in the clan did not have such a will. Many stood up, with reassuring smiles on their faces, and walked towards the fog beyond the flames.

And their actions made Huang Xing hesitate.

"What should I do? Do you want to use the domineering aura of the king's color? But I can't use it a few times a day. If I use it now, wait a minute, it will be troublesome in the face of danger."

"Also, the coverage area of ​​my domineering is still too small to wake up everyone at all."

When Huang Xing was hesitating with a headache, suddenly, there was the sound of roaring and killing, coming from the center of the totem pole.

"Fight, fight, fight..."

"Drink, ha..."

"kill……"

That voice seemed to be the last brilliance of will from the barbarian warriors before they died in battle, and the gathering of a large number of shouts made Huang Xing's blood boil.

For Huang Xing, it just made people's blood boil, but for other barbarians, it was the sound of life-saving.

The roar of a large number of soldiers made some women wake up, and the hard life all year round made these women's will not low.

However, there are still some children, especially some orphans, who still have reassuring smiles on their faces and want to walk into the mist.

Compared with adults, children's will is somewhat weak.

Fortunately, the adults who came to their senses immediately grabbed the children beside them and stopped their movements.

But at this time, there were still a few children who walked before the mist, and in the mist, they also stretched out their palms and grabbed those children.

"Save people."

Without being called by others, Huang Xing quickly stepped forward.

Nearby was a child who was about to be caught in the mist.

However, when Huang Xing arrived next to him, he happened to see a barbarian, and before he arrived, he controlled the child.

But in the mist, there was a palm, grabbing the barbarian.

Without trying to pull the barbarian, Huang Xing grabbed the palm protruding from the mist with one hand.

"Come here for me."

Huang Xing, whose temperament is bursting, is planning to pull out the evil creature in the mist and kill him directly.

However, with his right hand stretched forward, Huang Xing's palm went straight through without touching the palm at all.

"Fuck"

With a roar, Huang Xing did not give up, but pulled back with his right hand, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the palm.

Regarding Huang Xing's movements, the palm in the mist suddenly didn't change at all, and it still maintained the posture of reaching forward to grab someone. That evil spirit didn't seem to think that anyone could catch it.

It's just that Huang Xing's left hand is special. It's a palm infected by the power of ghosts and gods. If such a hand can't catch ghosts, it will make people laugh.

Just like that, when the palm in the mist did not hide, Huang Xing's outstretched left hand quickly touched the ghost hand stretched out in the mist.

But this time, he didn't miss out, the cold touch spread to Huang Xing's nerves.

"I got you, come out for me."