In this dreamy, bizarre and bizarre world, the intelligent beings are definitely not human beings. Some beast monsters who have developed spiritual wisdom also possess high wisdom. Among the beast monsters, the most spiritual and wise ones are naturally
They are the white fox clan.
In addition to the beast monsters, there are also some alien races, such as the forty-seven alien races in the northern border, the thirty-six alien races in the southern border, and the mysterious deep sea tribe.
The foreign ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang and the foreign ethnic groups in northern Xinjiang actually have many similarities, but they just live in different regions.
For example, the common werewolf tribe, tiger tribe, leopard tribe, etc.
Kelsang has been leading the righteous cultivators in circles in the Shiwan Mountains, in fact, to avoid the areas where foreigners are active in southern Xinjiang.
But in the depths of Shiwanda Mountain, the Miao people did not dare to go too deep, and the map drawn was not accurate. It took three days, just to bypass the area where the fish people lived, but they plunged into the lives of other alien races.
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As usual, Naosuke Yamashita had a brief discussion with his junior brother Momotaro and Kiyo Yamamura, and then they each jumped off in different directions, and soon disappeared into the thick night.
The three members of the Five Elements Sect have the lowest status in this mountaineering team. They have no right to speak and act as watchdogs.
Therefore, every night, the three of them are the secret sentries at the outermost edge of the camp.
As usual, Yamashita Zhishu chose a piece of soft soil and used his escape technique to get into the ground.
He could hear every move on the ground while he was underground. He hardly had to crawl around underground throughout the night, and no disturbance around him could escape his ears.
There are many animals in the mountains, and from time to time you can hear the sound of shuttles on the ground. Most of them are wild animals that come out to look for food at night.
Regarding wild beasts, Yamashita Zhishu would not come out to warn people. He and the other two junior brothers mainly wanted to prevent some large beast monsters from approaching the camp and hurting people.
Ordinary beasts are completely out of his sight.
Time passed little by little, and Yamashita was tied to the ground, fighting back his tiredness.
Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. There were many animals passing by above his head, and he could clearly hear the footsteps of every animal passing nearby.
However, it seemed that there was no sound of ropes for a while, and even the sound of chirping insects at night disappeared for a while, so that I felt a little sleepy.
What quietness brings to Yamashita Zhisu is not a sense of security, but a sense of crisis.
The unusual silence startled him.
When he was about to emerge from the ground to see the situation, a scream pierced the night sky. The sound came from a distance, at least two or three miles away. The sound reached Zhizhu's ears at the foot of the mountain. It was still sharp and shrill, like hell.
The wail of a hungry ghost as he gets off the frying pan.
This is the cry of a person before death.
Yamashita Naoshu immediately heard that the owner of the screams was Momotaro, who was in charge of security in the south of the camp.
Just as this scream sounded, another scream suddenly came from the other direction, and then I heard Yamamura Keifo roaring in Fuso language: "What a monster!"
Yamashita was shocked. In an instant, he felt a sharp pain in his arm. When he looked back, he was suddenly frightened to death.
I didn't know when a monster with a huge mouth appeared in the underground soil layer and bit my arm.
Yamashita Zhishu emerged from the ground in an instant, and the monster actually bit his arm and refused to let go. At this time, Yamashita Zhishu also saw the monster's appearance clearly.
It turned out to be a small humanoid beast about four feet long, with arms and legs, colorful skin, but an extremely ferocious head, a huge mouth, and eyes hanging on its forehead, which actually looked like the head of a frog.
In the hands of this monster, there is actually a short knife, raised high, as if to chop off Yamashita Zhizhu's arm. Yamashita Zhishu is indeed a master who has participated in the Duantian Cliff Fight and advanced to the third round.
He reacted quickly, raised the knife and lowered it with his hand, only to hear a puff sound. Before the monster's short blade came down, the long knife chopped off the head of the frog-headed monster. Blood spurted out, and then, it bit him in fear.
The horrible mouth also slowly slipped from his arm.
Suddenly there was a swishing sound all around him, and streaks of light shot towards him.
Before he had time to check the injury on his arm, Yamashita turned the long knife in his hand quickly to block all the rays of light. Only then did he see clearly that they were two-foot-long bamboo arrows, all covered with paint.
Aconitum poison will seal your throat when you see blood.
"Quack..."
There was a weird cry, and dozens of shadows rushed toward him, all of them turned out to be the kind of monsters that Yamashita had just slashed at him.
These green-skinned monsters with frog heads on their heads are not tall, but their movements are extremely fast, and their legs are very long. They can jump very high, bounce up, and chop down the mountain from above.
Yamashita's left arm was tied up and he had lost consciousness due to the severe pain. At this moment, he could not care whether the other two junior brothers were alive or dead, so he held a long knife to resist.
Fortunately, although these monsters are extremely fast and powerful, they are not cultivators after all, so Yamashita Zhisu can still handle them.
At this moment, there was also an explosion in the camp not far away, and screams could not be heard.
When Ye Xiaochuan heard the first scream, he already had the divine sword in hand and rushed out of the tent, knowing that something was going on outside.
Just as he was about to direct everyone to defend, countless green-skinned monsters suddenly appeared from the ground, from the trees, and from mid-air, attacking the righteous cultivators in the camp.
In the blink of an eye, the entire camp was ablaze with swords, magic weapons, and screams.
Ye Xiaochuan saw a green-skinned frog-headed monster jump two feet high, and raised a short blade to slash at his head with a squeaking sound. He used his backhand as a sword.
The sword energy was swept out, and the monster was swept dozens of feet away, and it was unknown whether it was cut into two pieces by the edgeless sword energy.
Gesang's voice rang out and he shouted: "They are the frogmen, one of the thirty-six alien races in southern Xinjiang!"
"Frogmen?"
Ye Xiaochuan was shocked.
I thought that the beasts that attacked me and others were from southern Xinjiang, but I didn't expect that they were aliens.
He knows the concept of aliens. They have their own language, tribe, thoughts, and wisdom.
In a sense, they are no different from humans, they are just different from humans.
Ye Xiaochuan felt no psychological pressure from killing a wild beast.
But when facing these alien races, he always felt like he was killing people.
The three hundred elite disciples of the Righteous Path were a force powerful enough to sweep through everything. The chaotic scene was under control in a moment. The frog tribesmen failed to make a sneak attack, and in the blink of an eye they suffered heavy losses under the magical swords of these evil stars.
With a few sharp croaking sounds, the frog tribesmen dropped hundreds of corpses in the camp, and then jumped and scattered around. Some frog tribesmen actually got into the ground and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
