The so-called mandrill is human-like, with a red face and covered in red, blue, white, and black hair. It runs like the wind in the mountains. It has the power to break solid rocks and tear apart tigers and leopards. Older psychics can fight with dragons.
Without falling behind.
In the world of Yuanlu, humans have a life span of one thousand years, and mandrills have a life span of 10,000 years.
The older the mandrill is, the stronger it becomes. A mandrill with a lifespan of a thousand years can fight head-on with a spiritual master who has perfected his spiritual soul. The mandrill cannot practice and does not understand secret magic, but he is gifted with the ability to ride the wind and has an unusually strong body.
A magic weapon that can block spells.
In ancient times, mandrills were one of the great disasters for the human race. The mandrill tribe often rushed out of the mountains and massacred human cities, killing countless people.
In today's world, the mandrill clan has completely declined. Qing Shisan is now a dead soldier raised by an unknown force.
Wearing a piece of human skin made with a secret method, the 800-year-old Qing Shisan huddled in the crowd. A bonfire was swaying in front of him, and a whole lamb was roasting on the fire, and the aroma was filled with fragrance. But Qing Shisan's attention,
All placed in the surrounding crowd.
Saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth. The majestic man next to him looked solid and should be a good prey.
If you could dig open his head and eat his fragrant and hot brains, it would be such a happiness for a mandrill.
But with the mission in hand, Qing Shisan did not dare to act rashly.
He sniffed, and there was a faint fishy smell spreading in the air. He was very familiar with this smell, it was the smell of Qing Eleven and Qing Twelve. The three of them had been assigned to a group since they were young, and received
Rigorous training. No matter whether they kill people, set fire, or massacre families, they are effective partners.
Suddenly there was a feeling of uneasiness in my heart.
Qing Shisan stood up and looked towards the dark mountains and forests around him.
Mandrills are elves formed from mountains. They are born with the ability to ride on the wind, and their familiarity with mountains and forests is far better than other intelligent creatures. On weekdays, Qing Shisan can feel the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of those big trees and grass, hidden in the mountains and forests.
, he can have a sense of security that he has returned to his mother's womb.
But tonight, those big trees suddenly felt alienated from them.
Just like a man and woman in love, as long as either one of them suddenly undergoes some subtle changes, the other will immediately have some kind of subtle reaction. This is how Qing Shisan feels now. The atmosphere of the mountain forest becomes very strange, very strange.
Unpredictable.
He even had a strange feeling that the forest, which usually gave him an infinite sense of security, had betrayed him and his companions.
He gasped hard through his nose. He was surrounded by the fragrant and delicious 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 smelled of sweat and smelly feet. There were also strong smells coming out after eating a lot of garlic and green onions. The mixture of these complex flavors made Qing Shisan enjoy it very much. This is the smell of people.
, hot and delicious human taste.
But in this pungent, turbid smell, suddenly there was a trace of clear breath.
Qing Shisan turned around and looked at a few men walking by a bonfire more than thirty feet away. Their appearance was very ordinary, the kind of ordinary faces that would not be found if thrown into the crowd.
Their body type…
Qing Shisan stared intently at an astonishingly fat man. The guy was two heads taller than the people around him, and his body was surprisingly tall and strong. His waistline, his hips, his
His arms and legs are all vividly interpreting the essence of the word "fat man".
"Fat man!"
Qing Shisan murmured in a low voice.
"Yin Feifei, big fat man."
Qing Shiyi whispered to himself.
That trace of clear breath came from the two petite men next to the fat man. Their faces looked like ordinary men, and their clothes were ordinary coarse cloth, but the smell on their bodies was clear and soft, that
It's two women.
As a tribe of mandrills that have eaten humans as their staple food for generations, their sensitivity to human scent has reached a certain perverted state.
Give Qing Shisan a hair, and he can tell from a distance of more than ten miles whether the hair belongs to a man or a woman, an old man or a child, and whether it is hair on the top of his head or on his crotch.
The human skin made of secret techniques suddenly expanded and exploded. Qing Thirteen and the others roared in a low voice. Their original bodies jumped out from the small and suffocating human skin. Three heads were covered in red hair.
, one or two feet tall, his body is as strong as a stone statue carved from the rock, and his muscles and bones are knotted like a ghostly mandrill looking up to the sky and roaring.
Countless hunters all around who were seriously injured and tempted, rushed into the forest to chase Yin Xuege and his party, screaming. Have they ever seen such a terrifying alien race?
Qing Shisan grabbed the majestic man he had been eyeing with his claws, opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth, bit him hard on the head, and sucked the hot brains out of his head.
"Yin Xuege, I found you! Don't run!"
The three-headed mandrills leaped into the air and rushed towards the reformed Yin Xuege with a gust of wind. They locked on Yin Feifei, the big fat man with the most obvious goal, and fiercely attacked Yin Feifei with their long and powerful claws.
The head was scratched off.
By killing Yin Xuuge, as the dead warriors raised by the unknown power, their status will be promoted to one level.
Now they can only eat one meal of human flesh per month, but after being promoted to the first level, they can eat three meals of human flesh per month. For the mandrill clan, freedom and the like are bullshit. Being able to eat human flesh is
The greatest happiness in the world.
Yin Feifei turned around in horror and stared blankly at three red-haired monsters rushing towards him.
The mandrills fly in the wind, and their flying speed is astonishingly fast. This is their innate magical power, and they are even faster than the masters who can fly through the clouds and mist with their breath turned into thunder.
Qing Thirteen and the others had a vicious attack. They flew into the air, clawing at everything they passed, and shattered the Tianling Caps of dozens of people. Their plasma and brains were scattered around randomly with their exertion, and the air was full of
It had a strong smell of blood.
"Ranmusha!"
Yin Xuuge looked back at Qing Shisan and the others. The vegetation in the forest had given him a warning just now. The existence of Qing Shisan and the others had long been discovered by Yin Xuuge. That cold, sinister aura,
It came from creatures similar to the three of them.
The three-headed mandrill leaped into the air and pounced, and Yin Xuuge performed the Tree Killing without hesitation.
This time, he also mixed a little Taoist charm into the random tree killing. The vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth poured into the tree roots and grass stems that he mobilized, and quickly followed some mysterious method to transform these
Properties of tree roots and grass stems.
Tree roots and grass stems became more flexible, many times more flexible than steel wires. Countless thick grass roots and slender grass stems shot out, like a big net trapping the three-headed mandrill.
With a wave of his sleeve, thirty-six flying knives struck the three-headed mandrill with a dazzling blue light.
Running away all the way, these days, Yin Xuege is not just running away. He also uses certain weapon refining methods to transform these magical weapons. These flying knives have become heavier, sharper, and tougher in texture.
The power has more than doubled.
The sword light roared and accurately hit the vital points of Qing Shisan and the others.
Amidst the miserable roar, the eyes of the three mandrills were pierced by Yin Xuege's flying knives. But in addition, the flying knives fell on the mandrills, making only a dull impact sound, making them scream in pain, but they were unable to do anything.
Penetrate their thick fur.
"Mandrill?"
Yin Xuege looked at the three big guys who tore open the painting and jumped out in shock. In his memory, there was a vague impression of this kind of creature. The darling of the mountain forest, the creature formed from the mountains and earth. They cannot practice or live forever, but
They are physically strong and powerful, and have the natural ability to fly in the wind.
In the extremely long-lasting ancient times, the world of Yuanlu was still full of flowers, and there were numerous competing schools of cultivation. There were often powerful people raising mandrills to act as gatekeepers or mountain patrollers.
Unexpectedly, he could still deal with the mandrill clan today.
The eyes of Qing Thirteen and the others were destroyed, and their whole bodies were hit by heavy flying knives. Although their fur could not be broken, the violent collision still made them scream in pain. Their sharp and huge claws were messing on the ground.
Grabbing, several huge pits were quickly found.
When their claws hit the hard rock underground, countless sparks shot out.
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 group with strange eyes. The reward of one million gold would not be enjoyed by generations of descendants.
All the glory and wealth, all this makes these people's minds go crazy.
"Yin Xue Ge?"
"They don't look alike!"
"They must 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 once you catch them. It is better to kill ten thousand by mistake than let one go."
"Kill them, kill them!"
These people were whispering at first, but soon they were shouting loudly at the same time.
"Kill Yin Xuege and get the reward."
"Kill Yin Xuege and enjoy the glory and wealth."
"Kill Yin Xuege, kill Yin Xuege, kill Yin Xuege!"
The slogans finally converged into a terrifying sound, and no one knew who struck first. At least a thousand strong bows and crossbows were fired at Yin Xuege and his group at the same time. Thousands of arrows of different qualities whizzed out,
A veil of darkness shrouded them tightly.
"idiot!"
Miao Tianjie has been feeling a little dizzy these days. He still doesn't understand why he has become a traitor to the Lu Sect inexplicably, and why he suddenly follows Yin Xuuge on this road of no return?
He still couldn't figure out the twists and turns inside.
Aren't the Lan family very kind to Yin Xuuge? Lan Lan is also very considerate to Yin Xuuge. He even always thought that Yin Xuuge and Lan Lan would become a couple. (To be continued...)