Chapter 402: Witchcraft

At some point, many people suddenly appeared in front, behind, and around the convoy, about a dozen of them, lurking in the woods.

They must have used some concealment method, otherwise Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er would not have noticed it now!

These people were crouching and tiptoeing towards the convoy, and as the convoy stopped, their movements also paused.

They knew they were exposed.

"Open the protective formation and ask everyone to hide in the middle." Ning Wuxie ordered, and a spiritual flying sword appeared in his hand.

In order to hide his strength, he only used this kind of magic weapon.

Shi Jun nodded nervously, jumped off the first car and ran to the middle of the team, where the formation was located. The formations that dispel miasma and have defensive power were all opened here.

However, as he moved to the middle, a shrill and sharp whistle suddenly sounded from the jungle in front of the left!

The sound of something rushing through the branches and bushes sounded from all directions.

A small man with dark skin and black tattoos on his face suddenly jumped out of the bushes in front of Ning Wuxie.

He screamed and rushed towards Ning Wuxie, raised the rough bone axe in his hand, and jumped towards Ning Wuxie's head. At the same time, on the left and right, a total of three people jumped towards Ning Wuxie from various angles.

Not to mention the rest of the caravan, all the Wu Gu tribe rushed towards the entire section of the caravan at the same time, killing people first, and those who couldn't touch anyone were splashed with a kind of burnt yellow oil on the carriage.

Ning Wuxie first raised his long sword to the upper left, and the center of gravity of his body shifted to his left foot, using his right foot to kick the Wu Gu tribe that was rushing towards him. The Wu Gu tribe that jumped in front of the left was instantly split into two halves, and the one that rushed from the right was also kicked away by Ning Wuxie, hitting the tree with a muffled sound, and died immediately.

The third little man hadn't reacted yet, and the momentum of rushing towards Ning Wuxie could no longer be stopped. Ning Wuxie didn't adjust his body shape, but just slightly extended a finger, and a starlight flashed, instantly piercing the third person's forehead.

Ning Wuxie turned around and jumped up, standing on the carriage. The man was still rushing forward, but he had lost control and fell to the ground, being trampled by the frightened horse.

Ning Wuxie looked around and saw that more than a dozen Wu Gu tribe members had already rushed to the caravan, chasing and killing the porters of the caravan. Xuan'er had killed several people at the end of the team and was jumping to the middle of the caravan.

These Wu Gu tribe members were not all short. Although they all had black tattoos on their faces, the patterns on some of their faces were obviously more advanced and complex. These people wore more clothes and were taller, almost the same as those outside the Ten Thousand Mountains.

They should be a class with a higher status in the Wu Gu tribe.

Xuan'er flew in front of the Wu Gu tribe like a green arc of light, her arms swirling, her body turning lightly, and streams of blood splashed from behind the Wu Gu tribe members who rushed over, directly cutting through their bodies. Ning Wuxie did not hesitate, protecting the other side of the caravan and knocking down several Wu Gu tribe members.

"Swish!" A sharp sound of breaking the wind sounded, and Ning Wuxie, who had already put down his sword, suddenly raised it. With a ding, a poison needle was blocked by him, and under the sword was a trembling caravan boy.

"Quickly start the defensive formation!" Ning Wuxie shouted to Shi Jun. Shi Jun pushed away the Wu Gu tribe who died on him, his face was extremely tight, and he ran to the carriage where the formation was set with a look of horror.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

A few more blows!

The Wu Gu tribe is not like monsters. They have many means to fight in groups. Seeing that they can't take them down by force, the remaining people hid in the jungle and blew poison arrows at the caravan!

Seeing that several porters were about to be pierced by poison arrows, Ning Wuxie's spiritual power in Dantian suddenly shook, releasing his true energy, and instantly lifted the poison arrows still in the air.

The next second, the defensive array was opened. There was an array arrangement on each carriage. At this time, the connection was opened, covering the entire convoy. The porters leaned against the carriages to ensure that their bodies were also in it.

A scream broke out in the jungle, and the sound of rustling sounded. The Wu Gu tribe seemed to be retreating.

"Xian, Xianshi, are they gone?" Shi Jun said tremblingly, and it seemed that he had seen such a scene for the first time.

"I don't know." Ning Wuxie looked into the depths of the jungle. The breath of the retreating Wu Gu tribe suddenly disappeared again, as if they had hidden themselves in the same way as when they were used.

The only people guarding were him and Xuan'er. Anyone who went to investigate might be lured away.

"Open the defensive array and continue to move forward. There is not much road left. We can hold on until the disciples of the Renzong come to pick us up." He made a decision.

Shi Jun nodded repeatedly, and he had already followed Ning Wuxie's lead. He immediately climbed onto the head car and ordered the convoy to continue moving forward.

The porters hurriedly drove their horses, and the convoy slowly moved again after a while.

Not knowing what was going on deep in the woods on both sides, or whether the Wu Gu tribe had retreated, Ning Wuxie could only respond to the changing circumstances with the same attitude. If the Wu Gu tribe organized an attack again, he would stop the convoy again and again and kill them all.

"Why were they attacked by the Wu Gu tribe? Aren't they fighting with the Yuchi army in Chouyun River? How did they come to this side of the mountain!" A porter in the convoy shouted.

"Oh my God, I almost died just now. Fortunately, there is the Immortal Master."

"The Wu Gu tribe came over the mountain to attack us. Why didn't the Human Sect know about it! If it weren't for Immortal Master Lin, we don't know how many of us would have died!"

Someone cursed angrily.

The intelligence given by the Human Sect was obviously wrong. If the Wu Gu tribe would organize a team to attack the convoy, the two cultivators in the Condensation Realm would definitely not be enough.

Fortunately, Shi Jun and his group ran into Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er.

Although he claimed to be in the Concentrated Spirit Realm, no one in the entire Ba City could surpass him in terms of actual cultivation.

Ning Wuxie is now 33 years old, at the peak of the Earthly Immortal Realm.

Even in the ancient times when the Heavenly Dao was not sealed, this age and this cultivation level were unprecedented.

Ning Wuxie knew that this was all because he saved Xuan'er, received the grace of the Immortal Spirit Dao Body, unlocked the Heavenly Fragrance Charm Body under her rescue, and a series of subsequent adventures and opportunities.

Similarly, he worked hard to reach this realm, and struggled on the line of life and death many times, all for Xuan'er.

This cultivation level can already defeat most of the strong men in Tianxu in a one-on-one fight, and should be able to sweep through Ba City and the entire Shiwan Mountains.

Except for Yuchi Songxu, and the huge human clan forces behind him, especially Ye Qingxuan.

The convoy continued to move forward, and Ning Wuxie did not take the Wu Gu Clan too seriously.

But at this moment, Xuan'er behind him suddenly exclaimed:

"Brother... Husband! Come here quickly!"