Chapter 132 - Xiao Hu

The boy was not used to touching the bow and arrow in his hand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even after years of studying, he was still used to using a gun or a knife. It's just this world...... Naturally, there was no gun, and his thoughts were myriad, and he came to this world for twelve years in the blink of an eye. I never thought that the crossing that appeared in the story of the novel would happen to me.

In their last life, it was a modern world. That world, with maglev cars, mobile phones, ...... And the one that can enter the world of a game through brain waves. And he died in that game.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would be reborn in a backward world.

Just like the movies he watched, the tribes like savages made him at a loss at first. But he is also very human after all, and gradually he grew up. He pulled out a feathered arrow from the quiver at his waist, and his eyes flashed with murder.

This murderous aura swept through the entire forest in an instant.

And at this moment, not far from the young man in the woods, there was a figure sitting cross-legged. The figure opened its eyes suddenly, and there was a burst of anger in the depths of its pupils, as if it had a Devil May Cry phantom: "What a powerful murderous aura...... However, the grain force fluctuates...... Very weak, who is it?" he muttered to himself, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

At the same time, the stag in the distance was frightened and immediately fled.

It was just a feathered arrow that broke through the wind and pierced its head with precision.

The young man's figure came, and his eyes calmly began to hunt for deer skins and cut their flesh.

And the next moment, the black shadow appeared not far from the young man.

At a glance, the face of the black shadow changed drastically, and it was all shocked. He couldn't help but sit on the ground, looking at the young man in front of him like a ghost!

"Huh?" the boy turned his head to look. I saw a middle-aged man who looked eerie and scary, but looked at him with an incredulous gaze.

In the eyes of the middle-aged man, there was not a teenager in front of him.

It's a mountain.

A ...... made of flesh and bones. Mountain of Corpses.

The legend instantly flashed through the middle-aged man's mind: "A corpse pattern is a son." Born in the mountain of corpses, bathed in a sea of blood. The anger is shocking and murderous. It's a bloodline descendant of the corpse pattern!"

That corpse mountain is famous, but this corpse mountain can only be seen by their lineage, and that name can only be passed down from generation to generation by their lineage - the Blood Mountain Icon.

Holding the Statue of the Blood Mountain, the Descendants of the Rise of the Corpse Pattern!

Gradually, the horror on the middle-aged man's face turned into fanaticism.

His eyes flashed, and the powerful force swept through the young man's body in an instant without the young man noticing.

Well?

Such a low-level exercise, how dare you bestow our Holy Son with a corpse pattern!?

His eyes became violent, but his face was pleasant: "This ...... Little brother, can you have a tattooed master?" The young man felt strange, but after all, he was a human being in two lives, and the city was extremely deep, so his face was silent: "Well, no one around dares to touch my master's idea, I advise you to leave quickly." 」

In his eyes, the person in front of him had his own idea. His mind was racing, but he was thinking about how to inform Rat Three.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "That's good, I just wanted to pay a visit to your master. Please lead the way. 」

The young man was alert in his heart, but he did not suspect him. Although he was a human being in two lives, he didn't know much about the path of cultivation in this life, and among the people he had seen, Rat San was the strongest. So he didn't know that there were many strong people in the world, and the middle-aged man was doing what he liked, so he took the person in front of him back to the bloodthirsty tribe to find Rat San.

The boy didn't go far, but in a moment he returned to the bloodthirsty tribe: "I'm back. 」

The figure of Rat San appeared in an instant, and he cursed: "Where did you stinky boy go? 」

The boy laughed, "Hit the deer." 」

"Deer?" Rat San's eyes lit up, but when he looked at the figure standing behind the young man, his complexion changed drastically. The middle-aged man laughed instead, his eyes were blood-red, and there was a dark black ghost in it: "You dare to scold my Dao Holy Son, you are so bold. 」

Just as he laughed, the people of the bloodthirsty tribe around him screamed, and the seven holes bled and fell to the ground. And the three rats are like being hit hard, and their bodies are like being hit hard and fly backwards!

The young man's heart moved, but he knew that the three of them had been hit hard by the power of each other's smile, and this kind of strength was not something he could compete with. So he didn't move, just waiting. But there was a strange feeling in his heart: "Holy Son...... You're talking about me?"

Rat San struggled to his feet, his face showing horror: "Who are you! Little Mouse, who have you met?"

It's just that the young man didn't speak, and the middle-aged man behind him was even more angry: "Little mouse, you actually call the Holy Son of my clan by this name...... There's no need for you to exist. 」

With a wave of his hand, a cloud of black gas shot out.

The mouse's face was full of disbelief, and his gaze looked at the boy.

Until the moment of his death, there was a worried color on his face, thick but not dispersed, and he did not blink his eyes.

The screams of the entire bloodthirsty tribe exclaimed, the middle-aged man laughed, and the black qi spread outward around him. Anyone who was shrouded in black qi turned into a dried corpse and died almost instantly. The entire tribe died in just a few breaths.

Only the boy and the middle-aged man remained.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man, but found that the young man's face was Gujing Wubo, even if he saw such a scene of killing Shura, there was no change on his face, and the middle-aged man's eyes showed fanaticism.

He is worthy of being the Holy Son of my Dao! At such an age, he is so peaceful in the face of blood!

I'm going to be happy!

The middle-aged man respectfully knelt down on one knee: "Rosen, I have seen the Holy Son. 」

"May I ask what is the name of the Son......

The boy didn't know what was going on, but he had a vague sense that it had something to do with his own background.

According to Rat San, he was picked up from the mountain of corpses......

"I'm Xiao Hu. 」

The middle-aged man Rosen said respectfully, "I've seen the Holy Son of Xiao Hu, maybe the Holy Son doesn't quite understand what is going on at the moment. Please come back with me, and we will explain everything to the Son. Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and he looked south.

Even if they are separated by more than 10,000 miles, their family has a unique way of sensing.

"Is it the Huangquan Dao woman...... ...... died."

The strength of the Huangquan Dao woman is not weak, and she is also a corpse pattern Dao powerhouse who has broken through the four palaces. Coupled with the strange treasure that she had been refining for many years, it made sense...... Except for the powerhouses of the Five Palace Realm or the Thousand Pattern Realm, no one in the world can keep her.

What the hell is going on?

Soon, he forcibly restrained his thoughts: "Holy Son, please come with me. 」

The black smoke enveloped the figures of Lawson and Xiao Hu, and they quickly disappeared when they flew into the air. There were only the countless dried corpses on the ground, and the rat three who had been taken a deep look by Xiao Hu before leaving.