"10,000-year-old zombie king?" the short warrior frowned.

"Exactly, the zombie king is ferocious and devouring, there have been many passers-by who have died in its mouth before, our mountain lord is chivalrous, specially asked a friend to come here tonight to drop it, you hurry up, don't come forward, lose your life. The speaker wrinkled his nose and blinked, and his voice was colorful.

For this person's words, the short warrior believes it or not, Wu Zhongyuan doesn't know, but he doesn't believe it, even if he lies, he has to be a little more reliable, Fuxi Nuwa is just a few thousand years ago, where did he come from.

The short warrior arched his hand and said, "Three brothers, there is something important to do below, and we want to go south......"

Before he could finish speaking, someone interrupted him, "Tonight must be a must-go, no one is allowed to set foot in the southern area until dawn." ”

This person's tone of voice was already very hard, the short warrior was injured, and he was not sure to defeat these three people, even if he knew that the three of them were lying, he didn't break it, "May I ask the three, when did the mountain closure begin?"

"We were here before the change. Someone said.

"Have the three seen a young man with a bow and arrows on his back," the short man gestured with his hand, "about this tall, with a long sword hanging from his waist." ”

All three shook their heads.

Seeing the three of them shaking their heads, the short man looked around in confusion.

Not only was the short man puzzled, but Wu Zhongyuan was also puzzled, and the short man was puzzled by the inference of time, he should have rushed here first. And he wondered why the short man, since he wanted to report the news, did not go north, but went south.

Judging from the cloth that they had carried before, the two had just come out of the bear clan and were going to the south to change something. After discovering his whereabouts, the two of them did not go north, but went south, and there was only one plausible explanation, that is, they knew that there were people in the south who could help them.

This person who may help them may be the high-ranking warrior of the Bear Clan who rushed to the southern frontier before them, or it may be the connector who is easy to change before their trip. If this is the case, the question arises again, what are the high-level warriors of the bear clan doing in southern Xinjiang?

After hesitation, the short warrior turned over and dismounted, and with no force showing his leg wound, he led his horse to the side of the road, and sat down in the woods.

Seeing that he stopped, the three warriors ignored him and continued to go back to drinking.

Although it was spring and summer, the temperature was still very low at night, but the three of them did not light a bonfire, and they talked very little, even when they talked, their voices were very low.

Wu Zhongyuan hid in the forest, frowning and thinking, the three martial artists were obviously lying, and they stopped the passers-by heading south, undoubtedly worried that passers-by entering the area in front of them would affect and destroy what they were doing.

It's unknown what these guys are doing, but it's certain that the group isn't coming for him.

The short warrior could wait, but he didn't want to wait, the short warrior was blocked here, which just bought him a night to rush to the Goat Valley to meet Jiang Nan before the short man reported the news.

After a short period of silence, Wu Zhongyuan quickly made the decision to go west and bypass.

Carefully moving westward, away from the four of them, he began to speed up after performing light skills, and while heading westward, he looked south, and to the south was a mountain col, which was covered by mountain peaks on all sides, and he could not see the situation in the col.

Twenty miles to the west, we crossed the ravine from the narrow place and came to the southern area.

Since he didn't know what the people of Qixing Mountain were doing here, he didn't go straight south, but continued to circle to the west by sticking to the roots of the mountain.

Soon after walking forward, he suddenly smelled a smell of blood, sniffed and searched, and soon found a dead animal in the forest, this animal had no head, to be exact, the head was bitten off, look at the torso, it should be a raccoon, or a feline.

Worried that there were large beasts lurking in this vicinity, Wu Zhongyuan took a closer look at the neck of the dead cat, and found that the bite marks on the neck of the dead cat were not neat, which showed that the animal that bit off the cat's head was not very large, at least not very huge.

Not far away, I found the body of a tanuki, the head of the tanuki was still there, but the stomach was scratched open by some animal, the intestines were exposed, and the death was miserable.

Since the head was still there, Wu Zhongyuan found that this animal only looked like a cat, but it was not a cat, because it had a tuft of fluff on each of its two ears, which should be a close relative of the tanuki, the lynx.

The two dead lynx didn't make Wu Zhongyuan think much about it, but after walking dozens of steps, he found another one, which was also dead.

Just as he crouched down to examine the corpse of the third lynx, he suddenly noticed that the corpse of the lynx was tied with a very thin silk thread, which was tied to the waist of the lynx, one end was attached to a tree not far away, and the other end was hidden under the corpse.

Seeing this, Wu Zhongyuan was very curious, and reached out to turn the body of the lynx, but as soon as he touched the body of the lynx, he suddenly thought that this silk thread was likely to be connected to some mechanism.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly withdrew his hand and came back, and looked closely at the soil around the lynx's corpse, and soon found that the soil around the corpse had traces of turning, and the fallen leaves on it were all artificially sprinkled.

Could it be that the group of warriors in Qixing Mountain used lynx as bait to trap some animal?

But the lynx and the cat belong the same genus, and the meat of this thing is not delicious, what would like to eat the lynx?

Doubting in his heart, he took out the dagger, carefully removed the leaves around the corpse, and dug down with the dagger, and soon the dagger touched the hard object, and removed part of the soil, and the hard object revealed the tip of the iceberg, like a clay jar, which was not small.

Seeing this thing, Wu Zhongyuan's first reaction was that this thing can't be a *, right? But this thought was fleeting, where did it come from at this time.

If you want to determine what the group of martial artists from Qixing Mountain are doing here, you only need to determine what is in this jar, and you can deduce it.

The silk thread was tied around the waist of the lynx's carcass, hidden under its body hair, and carefully touched the silk thread with his hand, and found that the silk thread was very tough, somewhat like a modern transparent fishing line.

Tilting his head on the ground, he looked carefully, and found that the other end of the silk thread extended into the jar.

Just as he was engrossed in his gaze, a loud bang suddenly came, "Boom!"

The sudden loud noise frightened Wu Zhongyuan's soul, jumped seven feet, and went directly up the tree.

When he climbed the branch, he realized that the loud noise had not touched the mechanism under the lynx's corpse, but that it had come from the east.

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the distance, this time he was on a high place, and he could see it clearly, and there was a fire along with the loud noise, and it was really *.

"Where did you come from at this time?" Wu Zhongyuan was a little stunned when the incident happened suddenly, and the scene at this time reminded him of being attacked by artillery when he strayed into an artillery range in modern times.

"Boom!" was another loud bang.

The loud bang appeared three miles to the east, and the explosion produced a flash of fire that reflected the silhouette of an animal, some like a tiger, some like a leopard.

The animal triggered the trap and was blown to the ground, but it didn't die, and eagerly got up and continued to run.

It seems that there are a lot of traps buried in the forest, and the animal frequently triggers the traps to cause explosions while running, and I don't know if the power of * is too small, or that animal is not an ordinary beast, and it explodes repeatedly, and it will eventually not die.

At this time, the ambush soldiers hiding in the forest also came from all over the place, and shouted loudly while chasing, forcing the animal to flee westward, and the direction of the animal's escape happened to be towards his position.

As the so-called poor Kou Mo chased, the animal was chased by everyone in a hurry, no longer trying to escape, roared and turned around, and rushed towards the people who were shouting behind him, and the screams came immediately.

The animal was moving fast, screaming in one place, and someone was crying out for injury in another.

"Still not showing its original form?!" a black shadow flew in, and his palms came out together, attacking the animal that was being killed in a conflict.

The animal fell to the ground in the middle of the hand, rolled over, roared and roared at the same time, and gave birth to a vision, bursting into flames that haunted its body.

The flames together, the light was great, Wu Zhongyuan finally saw the true face of this thing, this is a big alien lynx like a tiger, with a huge body, a majestic head, the two dragon whiskers at the corners of the mouth and the dragon horns on the head clearly indicate its identity, this is not an ordinary lynx, this is a dragon-blooded beast transformed by psychic weapons.

The strange beast gave birth to the help of flames, arched its back and feet, roared and pounced, and rushed towards the pursuers not far away, the man saw the opportunity quickly, and hid sideways behind the tree, and the dragon-blooded beast turned around from the trunk of the tree, and pounced on another person.

The flames sparked by this thing were very hot, and there were flames left everywhere they went, rushing left and right, and the pursuers were panicked and dodged, and no one dared to take their edge.

"Don't dwell on it, lead it to the oak tree. Someone shouted.

"Patriarch Yoi, you said lightly, you lead it. "Someone answered not far away.

"In order to lure it over, the rat clan has killed and injured many people, and now you still let us fight that front battle?"

Hearing the words of the two, Wu Zhongyuan suddenly realized that he had gone to southern Xinjiang with Wu Dalie before, and on the way Wu Dalie had told him some anecdotes about southern Xinjiang, there was a clan in southern Xinjiang called the rat clan, and the rat clan would match saltpeter, *.

At this time, there were dozens of pursuers around the dragon-blooded beast, and the beast was aroused by the fire, and it no longer fled, rushing and devouring, driving everyone to flee everywhere.

While everyone was shouting, Wu Zhongyuan stared at the strange beast and frowned and recalled, of the eighteen psychic divine weapons, nine of them were induction dragon qi incarnation, looking at the body shape of this thing, there was no doubt that it was a lynx dragon stick.

Just as Wu Zhongyuan determined the origin of this object, someone led the dragon blood beast to run towards the big tree where he was.

The man in charge of seducing was a minion, who ran slower, and was thrown to the ground by the beast, and frantically bitten.

As the minions screamed, an old man with a sharp beak threw an egg-sized black ball at the lynx corpse under the tree.

Seeing this, Wu Zhongyuan suddenly remembered something, tilted his head and looked at the leaves of the big tree he was on, which were the leaves of the oak tree.

A muffled sound was followed by an earth-shattering bang, with smoke billowing and earth and rocks splashing.

When the dust settled, the dragon-blooded beast was gone, and everyone eagerly stepped forward, looking around, but there was nothing to see.

The old man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks screamed angrily, "Where is the stick......?