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The mountain wind blew through the hunting, and the withered grass fluttered and scattered in this somewhat desolate mountain recess, and in front of those rough holes and dilapidated grass houses, four slender figures suddenly appeared.

Standing behind Iron Scale, Cinnabar couldn't bear to look directly at the miserable scene in front of him.

He never thought that within the scope of the Spirit Beast Clan's Beast God Temple, there were such a poor Life Spirit Beast Clan.

Standing in front of them, the overall form is mostly a beast-shaped complete body, with a green face and fangs, and a body covered with heavy hair, only a few are half-beasts and half-humans, and even many spirit beasts have not yet had any transformation phenomenon.

The total number of them is only a few dozen orc families, and they live in this wild area in an extremely depressed manner.

This may be the reason for the difference in bloodline, and the inferior spirit beast clan will naturally not be valued by the Beast God Temple.

But even these spirit beast clansmen who were put on hold and stocked still suffered such tragic injuries because they were in the border area.

Because, they are now having a mass funeral!

There were a total of seven spirit beasts that died violently for no reason, and in addition to an old man and four prime-aged spirit beasts here, there were two spirit beast cubs that moved him the most.

Perhaps because of the harsh environment, their funeral rites were not complicated, it was nothing more than the many spirit beast clansmen who were still alive, surrounding the corpses of the seven victims, and placing some mountain grass and wild flowers on their corpses.

Most of their eyes have no tears, or even red eyes, which is not because they have no feelings, but because they have long been smoothed out by life and environment to a state of numbness.

For them, whether it is birth, old age, sickness or death, or even sudden death, it is also destiny!

If it were normal, the cinnabar face would naturally not have any emotions and resonance for these sad scenes, especially in the alien area.

But now his identity is very different, he is already a closed disciple of the "Beast Saint" Qiu Master of the Spirit Beast Race, and during the period of studying with him, he has the idea of being one with the common people in the world, and naturally there is no racial distinction.

When he saw those young spirit beast clan cubs, he couldn't help but sigh and feel sad.

Although life is so small in the face of nature and fate, they are also fresh lives after all.

Although living such a humble life, it should never be reduced to the point of being left to the limit!

Xuan Leopard has lived in the melee group for a long time, and he is used to seeing life and death scenes, but at this moment, he can't control his anger, and he is indignant:

"What kind of eight lambs are these, even the cubs refuse to let go, if they are caught by Lao Tzu, they must be broken into pieces!"

As the deputy head of the group, Iron Scale was relatively calm, and after a moment of silence, he bent down and carefully examined these corpses, obviously intending to find out the cause of death of these spirit beast clansmen.

And many Spirit Beast Clansmen, seeing these Shape-Changing Beast Clans, immediately understood that they in front of them, who were only afraid that they were from the Beast God Temple, were extremely cautious at the moment and retreated to the side, watching their movements.

"It's strange that these bodies didn't have any obvious injuries, but for what reason they died violently?" Iron Scale thought as he flipped the corpses, examining their mouths, teeth, and eyelids.

Xuanbao has been killed for a long time, and he also bent down to check at the moment, but no matter how he observed, he didn't find any clues, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "If someone in the demon clan makes a move, isn't it using any demon art?"

"Don't speculate," Cinnabar shook his head beside him and said, "No matter what kind of clan's cultivation skills, even if it is the same as the demon race, even if it looks weird and mysterious on the surface, in the final analysis, you must use the life attribute of the personality. ”

"Cinnabar is right, the demon magic method is also driven by the life force. Iron Scale also agreed: "It's just that there is no trace of the death of these spirit beast clansmen, which is really strange. ”

The cockscomb, which had not been born for a long time on the side, jumped out at this moment: "Could it be poison?"

Iron Scale shook his head and sighed: "But whoever uses poison must also have some superficial characteristics, the corners of their mouths have seven orifices, there is no trace of blood, and there is no blackening on the surface of the body, look at this situation is not very similar." ”

Hearing this, Rooster Cob smiled coldly and said, "Yes or no, you will know if you try it." ”

When his words landed, he had already bent down to pick up the arm of a violent clansman, and his hand was like lightning, directly breaking a wound and puffing it down with his mouth.

Seeing the cockscomb's action, Xuan Leopard was afraid that he would be too eager and would cause himself to be poisoned, so he hurriedly waved his hand and reminded: "Don't be reckless!"

But before his words could be settled, he was directly stopped by Cinnabar, and smiled at him with blazing eyes: "Have you forgotten how the gray eagle was defeated by him in the first place?"

Xuan Leopard couldn't help but be stunned, and then suddenly realized, isn't this cockscomb a good hand at using poison? It seems that his worries are still superfluous.

After the cockscomb absorbed the blood beads from the wound on the corpse's arm, he squinted and tasted it, but after a while, his face changed greatly, and he sat directly cross-legged, crossed his palms in front of his chest, and urged downward.

His face also changed with his movements, and his face, which was originally a little pale, suddenly burst into colorful colors, and suddenly disappeared completely.

And with the urging of his strength, about half a cup of tea, his face finally returned to normal, and he slowly opened his eyes.

And the cinnabar people suddenly discovered that about half a meter around their bodies, those mountains and green grasses directly withered and died.

"It's so poisonous!" he said with a wry smile: "I almost had to be hit, you must know that the toxicity in my body is particularly violent, unless it surpasses my own toxicity, it will never hurt me at all." ”

Cinnabar, Iron Scale and Xuan Leopard couldn't help but be shocked when they heard this, the meaning of this cockscomb was already very obvious, the reason for the violent death of these spirit beast clansmen was indeed poisoned!

Iron Scale said thoughtfully: "If the demon clan characters want to kill them, it obviously doesn't take much trouble, but why do they choose to kill them with poison?"

The cinnabar Xuan Leopard and a few people also thought it was true, it was said that dealing with a few spirit beast clansmen who had no signs of transformation could be easily solved with a gesture, but if they wanted to use the trick of poisoning, was it a little too troublesome?

"This question is not complicated!" Rooster Crown said coldly: "The reason why the other party chooses to use poison is naturally because of the benefits of using poison." ”

Cinnabar's heart moved, knowing that this cockscomb was used to poison, and he must have a unique opinion, so he immediately said loudly: "Cockscomb, you go on." ”

"Anyone who kills people with poison has many benefits," Cockscomb explained in a beaming manner: "The severity of the poison can control the time of the other party's death, for example, it can be faster, and the throat can be sealed with blood, and he will be killed on the spot, and there is also a possibility that it is ......."

Cinnabar seemed to think of something, and said, "Let them die more slowly, it's better to go back to their place of residence and die violently, right?"