After destroying the city lord's mansion, Wang Wu apologized without sincerity, and then began to look forward to the next round of opponents.

The four shamans, even in the Free Alliance, are first-class strong men. Any one of them can easily abuse Teacher Hua Yun without any pressure. The four of them join forces, and they may not even have the face to invite them out of the mountain.

Then... the people behind them are very obvious.

"Niu Meng, all his subordinates have retreated. It's time for you to appear next?"

Wang Wu sat in the ruins, his voice was not loud, but the whole city heard Wang Wu's challenge at this moment.

Wang Wu, actually officially challenged the patron saint of the north, the Great Shaman Niu Meng!

This is simply incredible to many northerners. Niu Meng's status in the northern world is even higher than that of Jin Zhengyang in the alliance, and even the idea of ​​challenging him seems absurd and ruthless.

Challenge Niu Meng? Just kidding!?

But Wang Wu is of course serious. Since he learned that Yinshuang was trapped by Niu Meng on the top of the snow-capped mountain, he knew that he would probably fight with this great shaman. Now that the minion in front has passed, it is considered to have eaten an appetizer. Next, the main meal should be on the stage, right?

Wang Wu's challenge was quickly answered. After the four shamans were defeated, although the Northland was large, only Niumeng could really suppress the situation. If Niumeng did not show up, the golden sign of the guardian god of the Northland would be shamed.

"Very good, it's a strong man worth my personal attack."

As soon as Niu Meng appeared, his words changed the color of the world. The rolling clouds that had been gathered by the rich dark divine power were dispersed in a blink of an eye, and the sky shone brightly.

The figure of the high priest fell from the sky with a golden light. The golden light fell into Storm City gradually became dense and wet, like golden raindrops, gentle and sacred.

"Great Shaman!"

"It's the Great Shaman!"

The city began to cheer for surprises, people were cheering and noisy, and enthusiasm was ignited in an instant. Golden raindrops filled the whole city without missing any corner. As long as you reach out to touch the raindrops, a warmth would spread along the skin to the mind, and then, there would be more intense cheers.

Wang Wu looked at all this expressionlessly, and the dark divine power rolled around him, but in front of this golden light, it looked like a candle in the wind.

It was not surprising. When Wang Wu saw the raindrops all over the sky, he knew that he had some miscalculations.

As my trump card, I was the power of faith provided by hundreds of thousands of believers in the Free League. However... the golden raindrops and the dazzling brilliance emitted by the sky are extremely clever applications of the power of faith. The great shaman Niu Meng was also fighting with me in the power of faith!

It is no wonder that since the Great Shaman became the patron saint of the North, he has enjoyed the same treatment as a god. People worship him and worship him every day. Isn’t this huge power of faith not to be wasted?

Although the use of the power of faith is a very high-end technique, and only gods can truly use their fingers as their arms, Niu Meng has been famous in the north for nearly a hundred years. Now this golden rain of light is the compromise method of the great shaman. The raindrops falling from the sky are actually like tiny tentacles inserted into the body of every believer. They directly seize the power of faith.

This usage has many disadvantages, such as the power of faith is difficult to preserve for a long time, and the formation of the golden light rain itself relies heavily on the power of local elements... But no matter what, during the time when the light rain exists, Niu Meng is a real real god on earth.

"No wonder, no wonder, whether Kim Jong-yang or Winston, never touched the Northland. It turns out that there is such a guy."

He stretched out his hand and touched the golden rain of light. Wang Wu went back through the suction force from his tentacles. In an instant, he also saw some of Niumeng's background. If we look at the strength of the body, Niumeng was about the level of Patton. He was considered a first-class strongman at the Grandmaster level, but compared with super-spec powerhouses like Winston and Jin Zhengyang, it was much inferior.

But if the power of faith is increased, Niumeng has a powerful strength that is no less than the two, or even more than that... Fortunately, this golden light rain can only be effective in the northern territory, where Niumeng's believers are based.

For more than a hundred years, no one dared to provoke the Great Shaman of the North, and Niu Meng himself would not leave the North and to get involved in the land of the empire and alliance. This is the case.

It’s a pity that the peace and stability of more than a hundred years has finally been broken.

"Wang Wu, your courage is more admirable than your strength."

While speaking, Niu Meng had already appeared in front of Wang Wu.

This is the first time that Wang Wu has met the guardian saint of the North, Yinshuang’s master.

He looked like an ordinary old man, with a gray beard, wrinkled face, and a slightly hunched figure. He was neither the domineering spirit of the top leader in the north nor the profound and intelligent eyes of the prophet shaman... When he saw him, Wang Wu suddenly remembered the old one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-

If the blind and lame old man had not shown his superb skills during training, who could have seen his true identity as a master-level golden finger? This Niu Meng is also of the same nature. He is restrained in his body and has no clues on his appearance, just like a continuous large intestine of pigs.

He is worthy of being an expert who formed a team with Lao One Eye to explore ancient ruins. Lao One Eye dug out Wang Wu from the ruins, while Niu Meng dug out Yinshuang, and then packed and hatched them and trained them to adults.

Wang Wu sighed, knowing that the next battle will be extremely difficult.

If you imagine your opponent as a strong man of Jin Zhengyang, Wang Wu feels that he still has the power to fight, but if you imagine your opponent as an old one-eyed... Even if Wang Wu is a hundred times stronger today than in the underground maze, he really has no confidence in winning.

But to this point, is there still a way out?

Even if I have dandruff, I can only take it!

"Niu Meng died!"

Wang Wu roared angrily, and then a dark arrow hit him in front of him.

To be honest, Wang Wu himself felt a little embarrassed by this aggressive slogan and this inferior and crude dark magic.

So after the first dark arrow, there were thousands of them immediately following. The quality was not enough, and the quantity was enough. A beautiful woman with 100 points could not sleep, and an aunt with 100 points would be the same!

Thousands of dark arrows form a crazy offensive like a heavy rain!

The arrow of darkness is the simplest dark energy. Ignoring any fancy skills, it is to defeat ten times with one force. Wang Wu started with the arrow of darkness, and its power was enough to overturn the entire Stormwind City, but this accurately captured one of Niu Meng's shortcomings.

Although the other party also knows how to use the power of faith and has more believers, he does not have the magical qualifications of Wang Wu after all. Using the body of a mortal, the load on his body will be quite heavy. Although Niu Meng has unparalleled explosive power, his endurance cannot be compared with Wang Wu.

Wang Wu could see this, and Niu Meng himself was naturally more clear. If the two fight, they would have to do it. Once they take action, they would definitely be a situation where the sky collapses and the earth splits. Wang Wu used the dark arrow to attack. As long as he could survive the first few rounds, he dragged the battle into a protracted battle... It was a chance!

Wang Wu was also crazy at this time. Even if he had only a little chance, he would not hesitate to put his entire warehouse on his entire warehouse!

Unfortunately, the result of the battle will not be biased because of the determination of the fighting will. Facing the heavy rain of Wang Wu's dark divine power, Niu Meng's face darkened and she roared out loud.

"O ancestors of the Xueyuan people! Please listen to my voice!"

With the call of the Great Shaman, thousands of blurred figures appeared behind Niu Meng. They were wearing simple animal skins and holding stone swords and axes. Although they were simple, their fierce temperament was daunting.

Summoned by the ancestor? Wang Wu's heart was thrilled.

"O ancestors, you have overcome all obstacles in the darkness and opened up light!"

"Ice and snow are your armor, rocks are your weapons, you are fearless, and wherever your swords and axes go, those who block them are invincible! Darkness trembles before you, and light blooms before you!"

"Ancestors! Please lend me the power of enlightenment!"

boom!

The countless figures acted at the same time, and the swords and axes in their hands waved forward together, but they cut the silk thread of the law, cutting open a vast and magnificent epic.

At this moment, the Great Shaman used the master's ability to control laws and used the summons of his ancestors to reenact the brilliant epic of the snow-land barbarians in the darkness thousands of years ago.

In the face of such a vast epic, the darkness summoned by Wang Wu seemed so small. Although there were thousands of arrows of darkness, what could it be compared with the bottomless despair from the snowfield nature that millions of years ago?

Countless generations of barbarian warriors fell in the dark night in the snowfield. The arrows of darkness are just children's tricks.

It seemed as if in just a moment, it seemed that after experiencing the thousands of years again, Wang Wu felt a trance, and the next moment he summoned all the rain of darkness he summoned... But after the darkness, Niu Meng's power jumped to the peak!

After darkness, there is light.

"Oh shit……"

Wang Wu gritted his teeth and knew that his plan was going to fail. This trick of simply accumulating quantity was simply ineffective in front of Niu Meng. A hundred aunts who were one point would only bring a hundred times the torture, while a hundred beauty could make people in heaven.

Unfortunately, I really don’t have more advanced magic skills.

At the critical moment, even though he was at a disadvantage, Wang Wu still did not give up resisting. He flipped his right hand and opened the Dark Bible in front of him. Wang Wu did not care about the pre-demand requirements of those magical techniques and turned to the last page, chanting the mantra loudly while flipping the book.

The Dark Bible was written in the language of ancient times. People who can interpret it in full on the mainland today can slap them with one slap. However, Wang Wu was not sluggish at all when he recited it. Mysterious mantras containing infinite power continued to flow, forming an unprecedented magic of destruction.

"The Doomsday Judgment!?"

Niu Meng was moved.
Chapter completed!