The heavy rain was still falling, and Yan Jiu's careful cat was on the treetops, hiding behind the dense branches and leaves, only showing a pair of eyes, carefully watching under the trees. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The group of monkeys dancing and jumping like crazy demons in front of him, Yan Jiu had been watching it for two days. The reason why she spent two days in the treetops was definitely not because of the depth of her love for this weird-looking primate.

The reason why Yan Jiu didn't leave was only because he was "blocked" in the tree by this group of monkeys.

Originally, Yan Jiu planned to take advantage of the rain and the demon beasts to rest, and come into this forest to observe one or two, so that he could be prepared.

As soon as I arrived here, I was "blocked" in a tree by this group of big monkeys that came out of nowhere.

The group of demon beasts in front of him was a black-faced mandrill.

I saw that their faces were black, with long white hair on their faces and abdomen, and their backs were covered with greenish-brown hair that was hard like armor.

They can walk upright in the mountains and forests, and their strong forelimbs with claws allow them to walk freely in the trees. Coupled with the extremely sharp teeth in the mouth and the defense of the back, it is simply the "gold/gang/wolf" in the demon beast world!

What's more, there is also a dish of "human cultivation sashimi" on their recipe.

Just one of them looks tough and hard to mess with, not to mention that Yan Jiu met a group.

Therefore, Yan Jiu can only be a quiet cat and be a quiet "weakling". Although I am very anxious and impatient, when I encounter this kind of ferocious demon beast, I can only become a "sashimi", or the kind that does not need to be dipped in mustard.

As long as he thought of facing up to a group of black-faced mandrills and being torn to pieces by their sharp fangs, Yan Jiu felt that the whole person was not good.

Forget it, I'd better stay quiet.

It's just that when will this group of black-faced mandrills stop dancing like a group of demons? It's been two days of dancing, you don't feel tired, my eyes hurt!

"Suzu"! "Suzu"!

I only heard two crisp bells, and the monkey who had been crazy for two days in front of him finally quieted down.

Shaking off the droplets of water on his body one by one, he stood there with his head bowed, his humble and respectful appearance was more like a student who was afraid of the teacher's punishment.

Yan Jiu quietly stepped back, covering himself more tightly with branches, this kind of "big man" appeared in the style, it was better to hide by himself.

The sound of "bell" and "bell" slowly came from far and near in the dense jungle. Yan Jiu's eyes widened, but he saw that from behind the shadowy woods, an old purple and black-faced mandrill walked out.

And the sound of "bell" and "bell" came from the wooden staff he held in his hand. I saw that on the ordinary wooden staff, there was a small octagonal jade bell.

Seeing that as soon as the old mandrill with a wooden staff came out, the group of black-faced mandrills with teeth and claws were silent one by one, and they looked very frightened.

Soon Yan Jiu knew the reason why this group of black-faced mandrills were afraid.

A young black-faced mandrill was gently touched on the forehead by the old mandrill with the wooden staff in his hand because it was blocking the old monkey's path.

In a moment, the young, ignorant black-faced mandrill fell to the ground and never got up again.

Yan Jiu saw a trace of gray mist rising from the body of this black-faced mandrill, and was quietly inhaled by the jade bell hanging on the wooden staff.

Yan Jiu smacked his tongue secretly, this is the rhythm of taking your life if you don't agree with a word.

Seeing this, the other black-faced mandrills trembled even more, and did not dare to say a word, for fear of angering the old mandrill.

Yan Jiu, who was standing on a high place, saw it clearly.

The black-faced mandrill, which was killed by the old mandrill with a wooden staff, was clearly the octagonal jade bell hanging on it.

What was sucked into the jade bell was nothing else, it should be the spirit of the black-faced mandrill.

At this glance, you can see that this jade bell is not an ordinary thing, where is this a delicate object that a black-faced mandrill can make.

I don't know where this old monkey got it, but he used the jade bell to fulfill the prestige of this old mandrill.

The old purple mandrill stood on a high place, with its purple stiff haired arm, holding aloft the wooden staff with an octagonal jade bell.

The old mandrill roared at the black-faced mandrill below, and the black-faced mandrill below also raised their arms in unison and echoed loudly!

For a while, in addition to the sound of rain, the entire Shaolin was the loud roar of this group of black-faced mandrills.

Yan Jiu felt a sense of joy, why did there be a sense of immediacy in "Rise of the Ape X"?

Yan Jiu contemplated, and then looked down, but saw that the purple old mandrill was holding a wooden staff, taking the lead in front like a king, leading this group of black-faced mandrills towards the depths of the jungle.

Yan Jiu hesitated, but decided to follow and see, always feeling that something great would happen.

Yan Jiu fell lightly to the ground, trying to restrain his breath, taking advantage of the sound of the rain, and followed the team of black-faced mandrills from a distance.

The old mandrill led the team in front, and although the black-faced mandrill in front did not dare to squeak, there was obvious joy on his face. The black-faced mandrills that followed behind all looked dejected and loveless.

There are quirks!

Yan Jiu, who was attached to the back, frowned secretly, and this group of mandrills was as happy as hearing that there were gorillas with bananas to eat.

What attracts them in this rain-pouring forest?

Yan Jiu followed quietly, keeping a considerable distance from this group of mandrills, but saw that this group of mandrills went farther and farther, deeper and deeper, until they came to a cliff and disappeared.

I saw that the cliff protruded into the shape of an eaves, and the knife and axe were all in one, there was no secret passage, and there was no cave, how could it be possible for a large group of black-faced mandrills to disappear without a trace?

Yan Jiu approached the cliff closely, carefully approaching the place where the group of black-faced mandrills had disappeared......

As far as the eye can see, there are large rocks protruding from the edges and corners, where have these monkeys gone? Yan Jiu looked along the rock inch by inch, but saw that his arm was inserted into a rock full of edges and corners.

"This is? Distraction! ”

It seems that this group of monkeys disappeared from here.

Yan Jiu sat down cross-legged and quietly performed the "sand melting" ......

Inside the seemingly ordinary cliff, there is another world, only to see the passage in the cave twists and turns, full of stalactites and dark rivers of different shapes.

From time to time, water slowly dripped from the glowing stalactites, fell on the shallow pit on the ground, and flowed down into the dark river.

A few sturdy "big guys" with a body that was significantly larger than the other black-faced mandrills were lying on the edge of the dark river, licking and drinking water.

When they finished drinking, the remaining black-faced mandrills dared to step forward in turn and lick the remaining droplets of water from others.

The mandrills who have drunk the water are very happy, they gather in groups of three or five, happily tickle and comb their hair, and the big mandrill will throw the lice into the mouth of the little mandrill, looking happy.

The spiritless mandrills also gathered together, and contrary to the heat elsewhere, there was no mandrill between them to speak, and they were always immersed in an eerie silence.

The old monkey with a wooden staff in his hand saw that everyone had finished drinking the water, so he commanded the sturdy mandrills who were the first to drink the water, and led the listless mandrills towards the deeper part of the cave.

A handful of white sand followed, followed by the group of black-faced mandrills, and walked inside......

After only a few steps, Yan Jiu found that the dark river around him had disappeared, the stalactites had gradually decreased, and the entire cave had begun to dry out. Not only that, Yan Jiu could also feel a faint wind flowing in the cave.

It seems that there is a hidden exit in this cave, but I don't know, is this the place where this group of mandrills is going?

Yan Jiu followed closely behind this group of mandrills, elated as if he was celebrating the New Year, and did not notice the sand following behind him.

But just because they don't know doesn't mean that no "people" know.

The cave twisted and turned, and finally, the old monkey with the staff waved his hand to signal the mandrill behind him to stop.

Yan Jiu also quietly stopped, hid behind a rock, watched carefully, and took the time to take a low-grade Gathering Spirit Pill and swallow it.

This feeling of eating "snacks" and watching dramas is really a long time coming.

"Squeak... Gah..."

A cacophony of wood, stone, and metal grinding against each other came faintly from behind the cave. The sound was like the sound of a robot that had not been lubricated for 8,000 years, dragging its rusty legs and walking strongly.

Soon, Yan Jiu found that he had once again unfortunately guessed correctly.

That's a war puppet!

Whether it's the naked/exposed metal gears on his cheeks, the metal skeleton exposed to the air, or the socket with only one eye left, there is no doubt that he is a war puppet.

Is this really not a "scrap" brought back at a garbage collection station? Is it the legendary war puppet with one block ten?

"The Chronicles of the Central Continent", you are really a pirated book!

I saw the war puppet, moving slowly and with difficulty, out of the belly of the mountain. That's where the tooth sore sound of sawing iron comes from.

The war puppet turned its head sluggishly, I don't know if it was Yan Jiu's illusion, she always felt that the war puppet paused when looking in her direction.

Did he find out?

The puppet turned its head again and walked in the direction of the old mandrill.

Seeing this puppet come out, the old mandrill hurriedly used the wooden staff in his hand to point at the mandrill that he had brought.

Those mandrills that were hit by the point fell down softly without resistance, and the gray spirits that rose up from their bodies were all absorbed by the octagonal jade bells on the wooden staff.

And the old purple mandrill, who also lost the appearance of the majestic leader before, handed the wooden staff in his hand to the war puppet with a funny appearance and respectful expression.

The war puppet took it, slowly took off the jade bell, and pinched a complicated finger trick in his broken and mutilated right hand. I saw the spirit in the octagonal jade bell turn into white smoke and rise, until it disappeared into the center of the war puppet's eyebrows.

The war puppet hung the jade bell back on the wooden staff, and then out of nowhere he found a bottle of elixir and put it into the palm of the old mandrill.

When the other mandrills saw that the old mandrill received the elixir, they all smiled and danced happily.

The old mandrill skillfully poured out a few pills from the bottle and distributed them to the hands of the mandrills who came with him, and then swallowed the whole bottle of the pill in the bottle.

When Yan Jiu saw this, he couldn't help but be even more amazed.

I have always felt that my life is big, but I have not had the good life of this old mandrill. The monk's elixir is something that demon beasts can eat, not to mention this kind of "whole bottle blowing" posture.

It's just that this old mandrill is really lucky, and the color of the elixir should be an "expired medicine" with little aura left, which can make this group of mandrills safe, and the old mandrill that eats the most seems to have mutated because of this.

Look at that wash! Cut! Blow! 's luxurious purple hair, at first glance, it is a black-faced mandrill that likes to "kill Matt" style.

It's really worthy of being the head of the mandrill, that is, there is a pursuit!

When the old mandrill saw that the "deal" had been completed, he raised his lips and shouted to the several mandrills who came here together.

The mandrills nodded quietly, pulled the corpse of the dead mandrill, and exited the cave with the old mandrill.

Yan Jiu swallowed a Gathering Spirit Pill again, and secretly muttered in his heart: This kind of inferior Gathering Spirit Pill is really not durable!

It's only strange that Yan Qing's medium-grade Juling Pill was used to repair bones, and the only few bottles left were still used to save his life at a critical moment, and he was really miserable.

Yan Jiu blinked, now that the play is over, don't you need to move this "big brother of war puppets"? Hurry up and get busy with you, I'll get out when you're gone.

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Why are you leaning over!

Don't, I'm just a bunch of "sand" that likes to watch the excitement!!