The Great Wild God Chapter 4: Make a lot of money
Zongsang took Zongya and three barbarians from the clan out of the village, and walked down the mountain stream **** valley. He also wanted to see if there were any good things rushing out of the deep mountains from yesterday’s mountain torrents. Chen Xun, who hadn't returned all night, had the greatest gain.
This black-scaled alien beast is afraid that it weighs three thousand catties. It is inconvenient to carry it and walk after it is out of the water. Not to mention that it has to go over several ridges to return to the village. Zongsang asked a brute to rush back to the village and call for some manpower. come.
"You didn't see anyone this night, just to drag this thing back? Wouldn't you rush back to report a letter?" Zong Ya saw that Chen Xun hadn't returned all night, and worried all night. He didn't expect him to do it. A dead beast, staying out all night.
"This thing caused the mountain torrent to rush to the side of the Wild Horse Creek." Chen Xun eased slightly, and struggled to sit up.
"..." Zong Ya slapped her lips for a long time, and then said, "You really want to die."
He also knows that the shores of the Wild Horse Creek are the range of activities of the Black Mountain. Chen Xun has to rush back to report the letter. This black-scaled monster may have been discovered by the people of the Black Mountain, but he is still unimaginable and thin. Chen Xun, how could he drag this black scale monster into the water twenty or thirty miles?
The people of the Wumang tribe lived in the mountains when they were young, and the skilled martial artists traveled through the mountains and ridges, and they were faster than the apes.
After a while, the Man Wu who had just reported back to him brought six or seven people over.
Zong Ya saw that the people who came with Grandpa Zong were important figures in the village, and he became more and more sure that the black scale alien beast that Chen Xun dragged back was not a mortal species.
"Oh my God, it's really cunning. Wu Mang is blessing us first!"
Different from the arrogant Wumang tribe, Zongtu, who is a tribal wizard, is just a skinny and shriveled old man. He was always calm, and when he saw the black-scaled alien beast on the Hengshi River Beach, his voice was a little out of shape, and he was trembling with excitement, with the withered hand of the black-bone chicken paw, holding a bone stick that had paved the way.
Black scale cunning?
There are very few terrestrial animals of the Earth scaly, but there are a lot of alien animals in the sky.
Chen Xun even saw a giant scaly bird in Mangyaling, tearing a savage bull weighing four to five kilograms into pieces with one claw.
However, Chen Xun never thought that dragging this black scale monster back, was actually a cunning one!
The "Western Wilderness Classic" records that the cunning beast only has the simple figures of "a cow with a horse and a body, blue and gray scales, and as powerful as a dragon".
The cunning beast's baby scale beast is blue. As it grows, the color of the scale beast gets darker, but almost no one has ever seen a cunning beast with black scales. I really don’t know how much it has lived in the depths of Mangyaling. year.
Who would have thought that this black scale cunning would be killed by lightning in the depths of Tushan Mountain, causing the flood to wash down the mountain.
It's so unpredictable and unpredictable of heaven and power!
"Really black scale cunning?" Zongsang just guessed that it might be a cunning beast, but when he heard what Abba Zongtu said, he hesitated and asked, "Is it possible that we can open a beast feast in the black python department? , Sacrifice to the ancestor soul?"
Zong Tu calmed down a bit from his shocked mood, grinned, revealing several missing black teeth, and smiled and said to his son Zongsang:
"Thirty years ago, you were still young, and you can’t remember. Back then, when the black pythons opened a beast feast to lift their souls, they hunted a young cunning head with blue scales. This cunning head is half gone, but this hoof and teeth And the scale armor with natural patterns, do you think I would read it wrong?"
Zong Tu turned his head again, took out two Wu Mang Dan from his arms and stuffed them into Chen Xun's hand, saying,
"Chen Xun, you have done a great job for the Wumeng Tribe this time, how can I thank you grandpa?"
Chen Xun touched his head embarrassedly, smiled and waved the two Wu Mang Dan in his hand: "This is enough!"
Although the Wu Mang Division is not a man-eating barbaric, it does not take in outsiders of unknown origin at will.
The harsh living environment and the endless killings of the tribes for many years have made them sufficiently vigilant about alien personnel.
Even three years ago, Chen Xun seemed to be only about ten years old and harmless to humans and animals, but even the sons of his clan were hungry in the Wumeng tribe, how could there be spare energy to adopt outsiders?
At that time, most of the Wumang tribes advocated driving Chen Xun away and letting him fend for himself. It was the Wu Gongzong who tried to reject all opinions and accept him.
This kindness, what should I use to repay and thank?
In the past three years, Zongtu has been confined to his ancestral training and has not taught him how to martial arts, but he has taught him how to read Manwen and how to recognize herbs.
Chen Xun, like Zong Ya, both called Grandpa Zongtu, but in fact, he has long regarded Zongtu, Zongsang, and Zongya's family as relatives in this life.
Even though he is extremely eager to practice the brutal martial arts of the Wumeng Division, he will not rely on merit to make Zongtu embarrassed.
"It's really a cunning beast!"
The other leader-level figures of the Wumeng tribe who rushed over with Zongtu still have an impression of the situation of capturing the cunning and holding the soul sacrifice. Although the black scales on the beach were cunning, and half of their head was cut off by the sky thunder, it was still confirmed that the cunning beasts were undoubtedly, and they were all unquenchable ecstasy.
Zongtu knew that Chen Xun wanted to learn the brutal martial arts of the Wu Mang tribe, but looking at the leader-level brutal martial arts, he did not hope to pass the brutal martial arts of Wu Mang to outsiders. He sighed slightly in his heart. How could a black mang pill be comparable to this black cunning beast?
It's just that as a witch, it is difficult for him to go against the will of the people, thinking that he still has to find a way to compensate Ah Xun with other things.
Nan Li is a patriarch elected by the Wumang tribe, and is a giant man slightly taller than Zongsang.
His cheeks are covered with black snake head totems, showing his sturdy arms, which are three points thicker than the black python, and his right arm is covered with blue blood veins, extending to the bare, black-haired chest, far away It looked like it was covered with snake scales.
Nan Li holds a black stainless steel spear in his hand, full of power, and seems to be able to shoot the stainless steel spear in his hand like lightning at any time.
He glanced at Chen Xun, did not make a sound, but with uncontrollable ecstasy, pondering the cause of the death of this cunning black scale:
"How could this cunning be killed by the sky thunder? Does this beast think it can fight the sky thunder, and ran to the ridge to find death in a rainstorm?"
"Bless you first, but don't be disrespectful to the cunning," Zongtu said solemnly. "It is said that the wild beasts can live for thousands of years, swallow the spiritual energy of the world, and become a demon pill. This cunning is afraid of three to five in the forest. A hundred years old, perhaps the most critical step in training. He wanted to induce thunder to quench his body, so he didn't intend to be killed by the sky lightning. If it weren't for the protection of the ancestor spirit, Beiling might be a cunning demon..."
Listening to Zongtu's words, everyone is feeling lingering.
Although a sly beast is tyrannical, it dared to go out of the mountain. The upper-level barbarians of the left and right tribes and even the barbarians can combine to destroy it, but there is really a cunning demon in the depths of Mangyaling. Can't live anymore.
But then again, the flesh and blood of the wild alien species are all treasures. If this black scale is so cunning that it can induce thunder and quench its body, how pure the flesh and blood will be?
"It would be even better if you could hunt a live cunning. Thirty years ago, the black python caught a live cunning, right?" Zong Sang felt that there was still some deficiency, and said, licking his fat lips.
"I want to hunt and be cunning, wait until you become a Tianman." Zongtu saw that Zongsang was not greedy, and grinned ugly.
"Around Mangyaling, there are hundreds of tribes large and small, how many Tianbarians are there?" Nan Li said with deep emotion, "This time I really bless you."
Zongtu said: "This black cunning has just died a day, and there is still a remnant soul in the body that has not disappeared. You should guard the surroundings first, and wait for me to seal the remnant soul in the black cunning body. After three days, the soul sacrifice beast feast. More miraculous..."
Listening to what the witch Zongtu said, Zongsang, Nan Liao and other powerful and brutal warriors scattered and guarded the Quartet.
Zongtu asked his grandson Zongya to carry Chen Xun farther away before he raised the bone stick in his hand and chanted strange syllables in his mouth.
Most of the brutal martial arts of the Wu Mang Division are powerful physical brutes, while the Wu Gongzong map is unique in a hundred.
Chen Xun has been taken in by Zongtu in the past three years, but it is difficult to see Zongtu perform a witchcraft secret technique.
At this time, he told Zong Ya to go back to the beach in the distance. Of course, he didn't let this opportunity go. Regardless of the cuts and bruises on his body, he lay down in the grass to see how Zongtu used the witchcraft secret technique.
But seeing the bone stick that usually looks ordinary, in the chanting of Zongtu's voice, there seems to be a mysterious force gathering the light of the morning sun that envelopes the earth in the early morning, weak in Zongtu A faint python-shaped light and shadow formed behind him.
The python-shaped light and shadow are huge and without friends, nearly ten meters high, revealing a terrifying breath.
With the singing of Zongtu, the python-shaped light and shadow became more and more condensed, the snake scales exuding the cold light were also clearly seen, and the exuding aura became stronger and stronger, rolling around, and soon formed a wind roaring loudly. .
This is the enlightened Wumang soul of Wu Gongzong?
Under the oppression of Zongtuwu python savage soul, Chen Xun's consciousness was violently impacted, setting off a monstrous raging wave, but when the python-shaped light and shadow rushed like lightning on the black scale cunning~IndoMTL. com~ The long-dead black scales trembled violently.
Although it is silent, in the depths of Chen Xun's mind, he can hear the cunning remnant of Wulin roaring unyieldingly.
The roar and howling quickly formed a huge impulsive wave, which hit Chen Xun's consciousness.
Chen Xun seemed to be under infinite pressure, and his brain was about to expand, almost fainted by the waves of continuous shocks.
Zong Ya beside him was also tense, silently bearing the impact of the screaming black cunning soul.
Chen Xun gritted his teeth and persisted hard. I don’t know how long it took before he saw the cunning beast’s body slowly recovering from its calmness, and the remnant soul screaming in the depths of his mind just now There was no sound, as if nothing had happened.
Is the remnant soul sealed?
Is the remnant soul sealed for the soul sacrifice?
Chen Xun's heart was full of too many questions, and at the same time, he didn't think of the Qi Jue beast. Only the remnant soul still has such a great power, and the witch Zongtu must use all his strength to seal it. If he were alive, what would it be? Shocking?
The picture of Wugongzong's forehead is full of pleats, and sweat beads the size of soybeans are falling straight down, thinking that he is really old, and he instructs several martial artists to take out huge woods and ropes, and prepare to make this head weigh nearly three thousand catties. The behemoth was carried over the mountains and ridges back to the stockade.