Mao Xingjian felt a bit like the Tang monk who went to the West to obtain scriptures.

He was a master, responsible for chanting scriptures with his hands behind his back, a military groom was responsible for holding a cow with his luggage, and the remaining two were from the New World Expedition Team. One was wide and strong at a critical moment and the other was a meat shield, and the other was a pointed-mouthed monkey cheek. He was a full-time thug hitting people.

Fortunately, this is a new continent, and there is a legion beside him. If Chen Zao-nan and Gong Bingwen were still alive, I am afraid that this skill would definitely kneel down and persuade him not to take risks!

How great it would be if they were still alive!

Amid heavy thoughts, the four people, while seeing off the entire army, faced the rising sun and stepped on the frozen snow, embarked on a long journey of worship.

From the other end of the sea, the chief expelled by the Tianwu personally apologized for guilt and asked for forgiveness. In this era, no less sensation than any big star who got married, divorced and sued him. When he left Lakta, two pots of boiling water brought almost all the tribe to watch and see him off. Then, the originally empty Snake River Plain could see the warriors watching the Sioux almost every twenty miles. This farewell continued to the middle section of the Snake River, the bloodiest shallow ferry crossing.

The flow rate is extremely high, and the center of the speeding snake river does not freeze in winter, but in this shallow, in order to facilitate crossing the river, Mao Xingjian once ordered a rope to be used to throw a large amount of wood into the river to form a shallow floating bridge. The water here flows so shallow that it is already frozen firmly.

The cow's hooves that had been slapped with iron palms were slid on them step by step. Even if people were wearing leather boots, they would stagger at any time.

However, this is not the most challenging courage. On the other side of the Snake River, tens of thousands of warriors of the six tribes were carrying various weapons, drawing various war patterns on their faces with original pigments, and they were listed on both sides of the strait without any formation. They watched quietly. When they saw Mao Xingjian and others appearing in their eyes, they were like boiling, screaming and waving their weapons high. Some even kept whispering regularly with their hands, making rhythmic roars.

Before, these people slaughtered tens of thousands of immigrants in Snake City. Now they are alone and walking towards so many people with blood on their hands. Facing the other party's mighty military power, it really takes great courage.

Even the two elite knights of the New World Expedition Team who played Russian turntables with Death several times still had sweat in their palms. The horse uniform of the Ninth Corps who was responsible for the ox was even trembling violently.

It is impossible to say that you are not afraid or nervous. In the cold sky, drops of crystal sweat flowed out of your forehead, and your body was also shaking slightly, but Mao Xingjian still tried his best to straighten his waist, stepping heavily on the ice every step, and crossing the river in the noise of the sky.

The next part is even more difficult to walk.

"Aowoo!"

Suddenly, the warrior with a leopard-like nose-blazed face was biting, and the groom named Liu was so scared that his legs were soft on the ground. The two cavalrymen of the New World Expedition Team almost drew their guns directly, but seeing Mao Xingjian in front of him still walking forward in a hurry, hurriedly helping the groom up and pushing the groom, who was also trembling because of the frightened, the two followed nervously.

If Mao Xingjian obtained the understanding of the Heavenly Witch, the six clans would not attack the Sioux in the name of God. Moreover, for tradition, during the period when Mao Xingjian was traveling, he could not continue to fight with the Sioux on the sinner side. This is no longer a matter of faith, but also concerns political interests. Therefore, one tribal warrior after another approaches the ability to provoke and intimidate. As long as Mao Xingjian is scared and he is afraid and dare not move forward, he will fail to apologize.

As long as Mao Xingjian is a little afraid to turn around, everyone can rush over and chop him into meat sauce, and the situation will continue to move towards the way they expect.

With strange screams and even heavy axes swayed in front of him, Mao Xingjian also saw many old friends intimidation.

The head was cut and the head swayed behind the person hanging behind him. On it, there were a few more withered and shrunk warriors in Snake City. The big horn proudly played with the Longquan sword he threw on the battlefield. The giant rock beat his chest and didn't know which samurai's breastplate was pulled from. However, no matter the various bobcat beasts, Mao Xingjian just glanced past and then continued to move forward.

But even he couldn't help but stop hesitating in his eyes.

Su Yu was probably right. He was sorry for too many Chilu. The former female chief, the chief, even if he seized Zhao Conglong's head, was only slightly raised from the status of a cursed dishonest man. She had no qualifications on her head, and she was wearing the most ragged animal skin. Her strong shoulders, lower abdomen, and her thighs were exposed in the cold air, and she was red from the cold. Standing at the end of a group of feather crowns, she seemed so abrupt. She did not grimly and threaten her like the Apaches around her, but just looked at herself indifferently.

But the indifference in her eyes was the most hurtful thing. She stopped for a full second before she continued to embark on the road. But even so, his eyes remained on Chi Lu's face until his head could no longer turn, which made the female leader disappear in his sight little by little.

Ten thousand people, hundreds of meters, and a short distance seemed to have walked for more than a century. Finally, all the warriors of the six clans disappeared from their sight. Even Mao Xingjian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Their bodies were wet with nervous sweat. In a hurry, they even accelerated their pace and disappeared into the flat Snake River Plain.

If the dense rocky mountain jungle and the flat and fertile Snake River plain show the richness and peace of the New World, then the next journey is to reveal the change and cruelty of the New World. Through the plains, the next one is the broken and rugged hills on the edge of the Great Basin. This place belonged to the seabed of the Mediterranean Sea in North America 65 million years ago. The dry saline and alkali made the vegetation increasingly sparse. When moving forward, it is the Great Salt Desert, which is even more known as the Sea of ​​Death.

The gravel mixed with salt suddenly hit the body from the back with the cold wind and shaved on the face. The feeling was like a small knife cut into the flesh one by one. What was even more tormenting was thirst. Even if Song Yongzhong reminded everyone to bring two bags of water before entering the desert, they didn't know how long it took to make a difficult journey. Everyone could only save a few sips in the morning and evening, and the huge crack bloomed on Mao Xingjian's lips.

After trekking for thousands of kilometers, I don’t know how many days it took, but a large lake with rugged light suddenly appeared in front of me, and my head was dizzy. Mao Xingjian ran up excitedly and took a sip of it hard into his mouth. But then, his face changed drastically and suddenly spit out the water.

The water of the Great Salt Lake carries the last bit of wind and smoke in the Mediterranean Sea in North America, which is amazingly salty and bitter!

The last little water was consumed in this tragedy. What was even more frustrating is that halfway around the lake, the overwhelmed North American bull also whined and fell to the ground.

He looked at the lying ox helplessly and suddenly picked up a bag from the cow's back. Mao Xingjian walked staggeringly in front again.

After walking without water for two days, just when Mao Xingjian felt that he was about to die here, a towering distant mountain with snow fields all over the mountains finally appeared in front of him.

The fire licked the jar, and the rice soup was rolling in the snow water, making the prince, who was born with a golden spoon, feel that the rice porridge was so sweet for the first time in his life.

However, the road ahead was not much comfortable. After climbing up from the rugged rock walls, it took more than three days to reach the Western Indians' holy land in Black Feather's mouth, and the Solka Cliff on the Gannet Peak Mountainside, which later relied on by Salt Lake City.

The altitude here is more than three thousand meters. Every breath consumes human physical strength and will. In the mouth, white smoke is spitting out, and a mountain road finally came into view on the steep slope that is nearly ten degrees above the Sioux, Apache, etc. It is lifelikely carved into animals and stacked together totem poles with gorgeous pigments, standing on both sides of the road. This place contains almost all the totems of tribes in the North American continent.

On the Internet, it is a residential temple built on the rock wall like a beehive.

The North American Indians in history also had a brilliant civilization, built lush urban fortresses, and there may have been countries. The remains of the later great basins and the desolate Colorado Plateau recorded all this. But at the same time when the Northern and Southern Song ties were intersecting, the civilization of the North American Indians suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse, the cities were abandoned and the farmland was deserted. For some reason, the Indians forgot their technology and once again lived a life of hunting and slashing and burning.

This should record the glory of the North American Indians in that era. At the bottom of the cliff, a totem hat made of a mountain eagle made of a completely disappointed and dry mountain eagle. The leather sleeves on both arms were covered with feathers. The sky witch, like wings, received Mao Xingjian and his party.

Entering from the innermost hole, the temperature suddenly became more than ten degrees warmer than outside. Walking on the carpet made of dry velvet straw, we went up the various mud stairs that poured out. Along the way, various pottery totems and various patterns exuded a mysterious brilliance in the rock walls of the cave.

Here we fully display the image of God in the spiritual world of the North American Indians.

There are very few celestial witches, only a dozen, and after walking several layers in a row, I saw a few on the top floor, either meditating or drawing new pottery, continuing to splice the spiritual world of the Indians, which is different from the secularized Central Plains and repeatedly promoted by ambitious uprisings. These people devoted themselves to worshiping God, almost completely nothing to do with secular things, and their emergence is also particularly mysterious, from various tribes, the farthest and even farther to the east coast, and no one was selected. As long as the tribes suddenly felt the call of God, they would travel thousands of miles and travel to the holy mountain in revelation. During the journey, only one of the hundred people could live here alive.

The Heavenly Witch is a group of real hermits.

It is precisely because of this that the Tianwu has such influence in the North American Indian world, but this time, just because they rarely interfere in the secular world, and just a few words, Snake City suffered this catastrophe!

There are several holy places like this in North America, and this is the most important holy place on the West Coast.

Here, Mao Xingjian actually met an old acquaintance again, the chief of the Xiaoxiaoni clan wizard and chief of the Snake Eagle, who was tied into a staff with three cobra heads tied into a staff!

The old guy's face seemed particularly ugly. The staff was waving and loudly persuading something, while the old witch with a goshawk totem on her head and her beard was already left like a druid in the movie, shook her head constantly.
Chapter completed!