Chapter 10 Mark of the Horn

The green wooden stick in Nan Luo's hand is a section broken off from a very hard tree in the mountains. It is heavy in the hand. If it doesn't look like a wooden stick on the outside, if you just hold it, you will definitely think it is an iron stick.

Nan Luo didn't have time to drag Daxian Yangli to the edge of the cliff to find a good location to defend. Because countless wolves have already pounced on them.

Sharp minions, cold eyes, and heather-gray fur. Except for the previous howl like an order, so many wolves were extremely quiet together, a kind of dead silence suppressed Nan Luo's heart.

The green wooden stick rotated and was almost turned into a phantom by Nan Luowu. The wolves rushed in like a tide, but they were not swept away by the green stick in Nan Luo's hand.

Immortal Yangli is not big in size, no different from ordinary goats, now he is lying on the ground, trembling all over, deaf to Nan Luo's loud reprimand while resisting the attack of wolves, there is a cunning in the cowardice in his eyes The light is gone, only panic and timidity.

Nan Luo straddled Immortal Yangli's body. It was a step that he had practiced since he was a child. Now that he used it like this, he had the aura of being one man and one man.

The wolf's attack was in all directions, but Nan Luocao stood there without moving his body, but he seemed to have eyes all over his body. No matter where he came from, he would always be swept or tapped by the green stick in his hand. Repulse, although every wolf that was hit would not die immediately, but it would not be able to get up for a while.

It wasn't that Nan Luo didn't want to kill them with one blow, but that he couldn't. These wolves looked ordinary, but their bodies were extremely strong.

The entrance and exit on both sides are full of wolves. Nan Luo knew in his heart that if he continued like this, he would die here. Because the aura in his body is rapidly passing away.

He bowed his head to the gazelle who had been walking with him for more than a month, and saw that his eyes were full of fear and pleading.

"Get up! As soon as you use the ground escape technique, all dangers will be gone." Nan Luo's eyes were red, and he roared loudly, his throat felt a pain.

It seemed that Nanluo's words had an effect. The panic in Yangli Daxian's eyes lessened slightly, and his body was also struggling, trying to stand up, but his limbs were still trembling, as if he was not under control.

"You can retreat calmly in front of so many powerful monsters. What are these wolves? None of the wolves we have encountered before are not ten or a hundred times stronger than these wolves..." Nan Luo waved the green stick in his hand, and threw the wolf The wolves picked and swept them out one by one. While talking loudly, I hope that Immortal Yangli can get rid of the fear of wolves in his heart.

Click...

Nan Luo was terrified, the green stick in his hand broke from the middle because of the heavy load.

Aw... Aw...

The wolf king seemed to realize that the weapon in Nan Luo's hand had been broken, and excitedly issued the command to advance quickly again.

Wolves are like a sea tide, carrying the breath of bloody death. Instantly submerged Nan Luo and Immortal Yang Li under him.

At this moment, a cloud of earthy yellow smoke flashed through the void.

Nan Luo and the Immortal Yang Li disappeared in the tide-like pack of wolves. Only a group of gray wolves with eyes full of blood-red light were left howling vigorously.

On a hillside more than one mile away from the mountain road, Nan Luo rode on the body of Immortal Yang Li.

One person and one sheep looked at the deep valley mountain road that almost killed them. The warm sunshine slowly dispelled the cold air on their bodies. The cold air was not cold, but the fear when facing death.

At that time, Nan Luo really thought that he was going to die. This kind of death was different from dying in a cage. Unwilling, only unwilling. Because he was already on his way back to the tribe, full of hope, but he was desperate when he was in the cage.

Life and death are only a matter of thought. Priests and elders once said that what you think about when you are facing death is what you most desire and want to do most in your heart.

Nan Luo looked to the east, that was the direction he wanted to go, and there were still countless mountains there.

"I really want to go back to the tribe quickly, I really want to..." Nan Luo thought to himself.

Aftertaste is a wonderful word. Men and women will have aftertaste after rolling on the bed, and the same is true for battles, especially the kind that have wandered on the death line for a while, and it is worth the aftertaste. It doesn't matter if you have lingering fears or absorb experience, but this small hillside, which is only miles away from the cliff road, is obviously not a suitable place.

Therefore, Nanluo and Yangli Daxian walked a little hurriedly, afraid that those wolves who could smell the smell of strangers a few miles away along the wind would come after them again. The scariest thing was the wolf king who never showed his face.

Nan Luo didn't know how long the Bigu Pill could keep him from being hungry. He had been out of the cage for more than a month, and he didn't feel hungry even if he didn't eat fruit or something for a few days.

This is exactly what makes Nanluo happy. He can eat when he wants to eat, and he won't be hungry when he doesn't want to eat. He can use his time to cultivate, which is great.

But now Nan Luo was on a big rock facing the sun, but he hadn't practiced yet. Immortal Yang Li was standing beside him, looking into the distance, the direction was impressively the wolf pack canyon.

"Great Immortal, Immortal Yangli, tsk tsk, what a mighty name! But why did you get so frightened when you saw some wolves who haven't yet opened their minds?" Nan Luo didn't have the understanding and awareness of the so-called beating people but not their faces. .

However, Immortal Yang Li is not a regular sheep, he still looks at the distance without moving, his yellow beard moves with the wind, if it is a human body, it will definitely look like a master.

"The technique of escaping from the ground is very powerful. I just feel that the yellow mist flashed in front of my eyes, and people suddenly appeared on the hillside. It would be great if I could do it. If I can do it, even if you can't use it at the last critical moment, I will I can take you away. Hey..."

Nan Luo didn't directly ask Immortal Yangli to learn the technique of escaping from the ground, but the meaning revealed in those words can be understood even if Immortal Yangli is a pig. But he just blinked his eyes and didn't speak, and didn't answer Nanluo at all. This made Nan Luo's stomach full of words unable to speak.

"We're already so familiar..." Nan Luo spoke again in order to learn the earth-escaping technique. The feeling this time made him so envious of the earth-escaping technique that his eyebrows were almost on fire.

Immortal Yang Li didn't speak.

"I saved your life..." Nan Luo finally couldn't help but brought it up.

"When I go back to the tribe, I will choose two of the smartest and cutest boys for you..."

Immortal Yang Li remained the same, not saying a word.

Nan Luo once again decided not to talk to Immortal Yangli anymore, and not to save him when he was in danger.

Immortal Yangli is talkative, Immortal Yangli is timid, Immortal Yangli is stingy, and Immortal Yangli likes to be praised by others. Nanluo has already understood this, so Nanluo decided not to be with Yangli The oath of Daxian's words has come to naught, but Daxian Yangli has another thing in Nanluo's heart, Daxian Yangli is shameless.

But no matter what he did, no matter what method Nan Luo used, no matter what words he said, he couldn't learn the technique of escaping from the ground.

Thousands of mountains and twilight fog, only mottled shadows.

Immortal Yang Li can take Nan Luo to choose a place that is relatively full of aura every time, but it's just a place that is relatively full. Those places with strong aura of real geomantic treasures have their own owners.

Here is sunny, leeward, and there is a Wang Xiaoquan flowing by. When a ray of sunlight shines on Nan Luo's face through the branches in the morning, Nan Luo slowly collects his skills. Meditation practice every night is a compulsory homework for Nan Luo. Although he has not made much progress now, Nan Luo can feel it. Every time the aura in the dantian moves, it becomes more pure. This is where Nanluo's motivation lies.

Suddenly, Nan Luo felt a sense of danger, and Immortal Yang Li who was standing next to him seemed to feel it too, and a yellow mist suddenly appeared on his body.

A black shadow descended from the opening, as fast as lightning.

Before Nan Luo could see what it was, he instinctively stepped back. When he took a closer look, he saw a huge eagle grabbing Immortal Yangli under his feet.

I saw this giant eagle was as big as a tiger, with pitch-black feathers and a halo of light. The feathers on the top of its head were like a black crown. It just stared at Nanluo like a king.

Nan Luo was flustered. Can't help but touch the word "Nineteen" on his forehead with his hand.

Nan Luo knew that this was the person who arrested him.

"Are you Yingjiu?" Nan Luo calmed down and asked in a low voice. Of course he hoped that the huge black eagle would say no. If not, he would probably be killed, but Nan Luo didn't want to be captured even more.

The feeling of losing freedom and the feeling of being manipulated by others is worse than death.

But the icy eyes of this giant eagle made Nanluo believe that he was Yingjiu. Jiu's eyes are different, this kind of coldness is not the kind of cruel and merciless coldness, it is different from the coldness of the third prince who caught Nanluo and went to the Cangmang cliff to look at life lonely.

"Are you here to arrest me?" Nan Luo asked cautiously. "Can you let him go?"

Repressed, silent. The vitality in the forest and the warmth of the sun seemed to have disappeared because of the arrival of the giant eagle.

Only Immortal Yangli was still struggling hard under the black claws of the giant eagle, and the yellow light flashed and flashed, but he couldn't escape the black eagle claws.

The giant eagle looked down at Immortal Yangli, seeming to be in deep thought, and after a while, let go of its giant claws.

With a flash of yellow mist, Immortal Yangli disappeared without a trace.

Nanluo knew the character of Immortal Yiyangli, so she must be several miles away now. Sighed lightly, it has been more than a month since we met each other, but we couldn't even say a word of farewell when we parted.

Inexplicably melancholy.

Nan Luo saw a mockery in the giant eagle's eyes, as if to say, you saved him, but he ran away alone without even saying hello.

"Let's go!" Nan Luo looked into the distance, there was the mountain that he was going to climb today, and there were blank clouds on the mountain, and some birds spread their wings and hovered freely in the sky from time to time.

Suddenly, there was a flash of yellow mist around Nan Luo, and Immortal Yang Li appeared.

"Why is the Great Immortal back?" Nan Luo quickly asked, and at the same time nervously glanced at the giant eagle, fearing that he would repent and kill Immortal Yangli with one claw.

But Immortal Yangli did not speak, only to see that the tangled horns above his head that were tangled like coral suddenly rose into a yellow mist, from light to thick, and slowly formed a shape like the horns of Immortal Yangli in the sky above his head.

"This is..."

The horns formed by the yellow mist slowly floated to the south, illusory and misty, as if they would be scattered by the wind at any time. Immortal Yangli seemed to be in extreme pain, his whole body trembling.

Amidst Nan Luo's doubts, the horns formed by the yellow mist flowed towards Nan Luo's forehead like flowing water, and he only felt a thick and vast avenue pouring into his heart. Inexplicably, there are some mysterious things in my thoughts, I can't explain clearly, I don't know the way, I can't see clearly, but I know what it means in my heart.

A mark suddenly appeared on his forehead under the word nineteen, in the shape of a khaki horn.

Nan Luo was falling into the artistic conception of the great avenue, and when he felt his shoulders tighten, he flew up from the ground. Opening his eyes, he was already in the sky, and saw where he was standing, a Gazelle was sitting on the ground, looking up at the sky.