The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 86: Suzaku (1)

Qing Shisan is a mandrill.

The so-called mandrill is humanoid, with a red face, red, blue, white, and black hair, running in the mountains like the wind, capable of breaking solid rocks, and tearing tigers and leopards. Older psychics can fight dragons without falling behind.

In the Yuanlu world, the human lifespan is 1,000 years, and the lifespan of a mandrill is 10,000 years.

The older the mandrill, the stronger its strength. A mandrill with a thousand-year lifespan can fight head-to-head with a qi refiner who has achieved great spiritual success. The mandrill cannot be cultivated and does not know the secret magic and supernatural powers, but its talent can walk against the wind, and its body is extremely strong, which can block spells and magic weapons.

In ancient times, mandrills were one of the greatest disasters for the human race. The mandrill tribe often rushed out of the mountains, massacred human cities, and killed countless people.

In today's world, the mandrill family has completely declined, Qing Shisan, he is now a dead man supported by an unknown force.

Wrapped in a human skin made by a secret method, Qing Shisan, who was only 800 years old, curled up in the crowd. The bonfire in front of us was swaying, and a whole sheep was roasted on the fire, which was full of fragrance. But Qing Shisan's attention was all on the crowd around her.

Drool was dripping from the corner of his mouth. The tall man beside him seemed to have solid muscles and bones, so he should be a good prey.

For a mandrill, it would be such a blessing to dig out his brain and eat his deliciously hot brain.

But with a mission in hand, Qing Shisan did not dare to act rashly.

He sniffed, and there was a faint stench spreading in the air. He is very familiar with this stench, it is the smell of Qing Shili and Qing Shier. The three of them were assigned as a group since childhood and received rigorous training. Regardless of killing and arson, slaughtering families, they are capable partners.

Suddenly, there was a trace of uneasiness in my heart.

Qing Shisan stood up and looked towards the dark mountains and forests around him.

Mandrills are elves made of mountains. They are born with the ability to ride the wind, and their familiarity with mountains and forests is far superior to other intelligent creatures. On weekdays, Qing Shisan can feel the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of those big trees and vegetation. Hiding in the mountains and forests, he can have a sense of security when he returns to his mother's womb.

But tonight, those big trees suddenly felt alienated from them.

It's like a pair of men and women in love, as long as any one of them suddenly undergoes some slight changes. The other party will immediately have some kind of subtle induction. This is how Qing Shisan feels now. The breath of the mountains became very strange and unpredictable.

He even had a weird feeling that the mountains and forests that usually brought him an infinite sense of security had betrayed him and his companions.

He sniffed hard. Surrounded by a fragrant, pleasant smell of human flesh. Those big men with surging blood. Those greedy hunters. Qing Shisan really wanted to kill them all and eat their brains.

These big men smell of sweat and foot odor. There are also people who eat a lot of garlic and scallions, and the strong breath is expelled. Qing Shisan enjoys these complex flavors mixed together. This is the taste of people, the taste of hot and delicious people.

But amidst this pungent, turbid smell, there was suddenly a trace of clear breath.

Qing Shisan turned around and looked at several men who were walking by a campfire thirty meters away. Their appearance is very ordinary, belonging to the kind of ordinary faces that cannot be found in the crowd.

Their body types...

Qing Shisan fixed her eyes on a fat man who was astonishingly fat. That guy was two heads taller than the people around him, and his body was surprisingly tall and strong. His waistline, his hips, his arms, and his legs are all vividly interpreting the essence of the word 'dead fat man'.

"Fatty!"

Qing Shisan muttered in a low voice.

"Yin Feifei, fat man."

Qing Shishi whispered to herself.

That trace of clear breath came from the two petite men beside the fat man. Their faces look like ordinary men, and their clothes are also ordinary coarse cloth, but the smell on them is clear and soft, they are two women.

As a family of mandrills whose staple food has been humans for generations, their sensitivity to human breath has reached a certain level of abnormality.

Give Qing Shisan a hair, and he can tell whether the hair belongs to a man or a woman, an old man or a child, whether it is the hair on the top of the head or the hair on the crotch from a distance of more than ten miles.

The human skin made by the secret method suddenly swelled and exploded, Qing Shisan and the others roared in a low voice, their original figures jumped out from the narrow and aggrieved human skin. The three are covered with red hair, one foot and two feet tall, and the body is as strong as a stone statue carved from a mountain rock. The mandrill, whose muscles and bones are knotted like ghosts, looks up to the sky and screams.

Countless hunters around were seriously injured and tempted to break into the forest to chase and kill Yin Xuege and his group. They screamed. Have they ever seen such a terrifying alien race?

Qing Shisanyi grabbed the majestic man he was staring at just now with his claws, opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit his head hard, sucking the hot brain in his skull dry clean.

"Yin Xuege, I found you! Don't run away!"

The three-headed mandrill leaped into the air, and rushed towards the changed Yin Xuege with a gust of wind. They fixed on Yin Feifei, the big fat man with the clearest goal, and grabbed Yin Feifei's head with their long and powerful claws.

Killing Yin Xuege, as dead warriors raised by that unknown force, their status will be promoted to one level.

Now they only eat one meal of human flesh every month, but after being promoted to one level, they can eat three meals of human flesh every month. For the mandrill family, freedom and the like are bullshit, and being able to be eaten by others is the greatest happiness in the world.

Yin Feifei turned her head in horror, and stared blankly at the three red-haired monsters rushing towards her.

Mandrills fly against the wind, and their flying speed is astonishingly fast. This is their innate supernatural power, and it is even faster than the masters who breathe into thunder and fly through the clouds and fog.

Qing Shisan and the other three had a ferocious attack. They flew into the air, clawing at everything they passed, smashing the sky caps of dozens of people, blood and brains scattered randomly around with their force , There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

"Chaotic wood kill!"

Yin Xuege looked back at Qing Shisan and the others, the vegetation in the forest had already given him an early warning. The existence of Qing Shisan and the others had long been discovered by Yin Xuege. That cold, sinister aura came from creatures similar to the three of them.

The three-headed mandrill jumped into the air, and Yin Xuege unleashed Luanmu Kill without hesitation.

In the chaotic wood killing this time, he also mixed in a little Taoism charm. The vitality of the surrounding world poured into the tree roots and grass stems mobilized by him, and quickly followed some mysterious method to transform the attributes of these tree roots and grass stems.

Tree roots and grass stems become more flexible, many times more flexible than steel wire. Countless thick grass roots and slender grass stems shot out, as if a big net had trapped the three-headed mandrill inside.

With a wave of his sleeve, thirty-six flying knives slashed at the three-headed mandrill with a dazzling blue light.

Fleeing all the way, these days, Yin Xuege is not just running away. He also used some refining methods to transform these magic weapons. These throwing knives have become heavier, sharper, and tougher, and their overall power has more than doubled.

The sword light roared, and it shot accurately at Qing Shisan and the others' vital points.

Amidst the miserable howl, the eyeballs of the three-headed mandrill were pierced by Yin Xuege's flying knife. But other than that, when the flying knives landed on the mandrills, they only made a dull impact sound, making them scream in pain, but they couldn't penetrate their thick fur.

"Mandrill?"

Yin Xuege stared in amazement at the three big guys who tore off their painted skins and jumped out. In his memory, there is a faint impression of this kind of creature. The darling of the mountains and forests, the creatures formed by the mountains and the terrain. They can't cultivate and can't live forever, but they are strong and powerful, and they have the natural ability to fly against the wind.

In the extremely long time ago, the Yuanlu world was still full of flowers, and there were countless schools of cultivation contending. There were often powerful people raising mandrills to serve as gatekeeper boys or mountain patrolling warriors.

Unexpectedly, today, he can still deal with the mandrill clan.

The eyes of Qing Shisan and the others were destroyed, and their bodies were hit by heavy flying knives. Although their fur could not be broken, the violent collision still made them hiss and howl in pain. Their sharp and huge claws scratched the ground, and quickly grabbed several huge pits.

When their claws collided with the hard rocks underground, countless sparks shot out.

The thousands of hunters around were stunned for a moment. They were startled by the mandrill at first, but soon they looked at Yin Xuege and his party strangely. The bounty of millions of gold, the endless glory and wealth enjoyed by the descendants of ten generations, all these make these people's minds go crazy.

"Yin Xue Song?"

"It doesn't look like it!"

"They should have changed their faces. I heard that there is a kind of human skin mask that can change people's faces."

"Whether it is or not, you will know if you catch them. It is better to kill ten thousand by mistake than to let one go."

"Kill them, kill them!"

These people were whispering at first ~IndoMTL.com~ but soon they were shouting loudly at the same time.

"Kill Yinxuege and win the reward money."

"Kill Yin Xuege, enjoy the glory and wealth."

"Kill Yinxuege, kill Yinxuege, kill Yinxuege!"

The sound of slogans finally converged into a terrifying wave of sound, and it was unknown who made the first move. At least a thousand strong bows and crossbows shot at Yin Xuege and his group at the same time. Thousands of messy arrows of different qualities roared towards them, turning into a black curtain and covering them firmly.

"Idiot!"

Miao Tianjie has been a little dizzy these days, he still can't figure out why he became a traitor to Lvzong for no reason, why did he suddenly follow Yin Xuege on this road of no return?

He has never been able to figure out the twists and turns inside.

Isn't the Lan family treating Yin Xuege very well? Lan Lan was also considerate of Yin Xuege, he even thought that Yin Xuege and Lan Lan would make a good pair. (to be continued...)()