As soon as Shi Houzhong died, the barbarians of the Yuban tribe were suddenly in chaos.

After burning the blood of the true demon, Mu Yang did not stop.

The grief of Hammer's tragic death almost made him lose his mind, and in less than half a cup of tea, more than thirty members of the Yubeng tribe died at his hands.

Seeing that his companion was knocked to the ground by Mu Yang without even having a chance to fight back, the remaining barbarians were all frightened, and they began to flee in all directions, while the Tieshan people took the opportunity to start chasing and killing.

The hatred of relatives being killed and the death of the steel hammer made the battle axes in the hands of Gangwa and others all become the sickles of death, the lives of the ruthless reapers, for a while, the scene that happened in the Tieshan tribe the night before yesterday was re-staged in the rain collapse tribe, roars, shouts and killings one after another, screams, wails endlessly, the emerald green slopes were stained red with blood, and the stumps and broken arms were scattered in every corner of the mountain.

It's dawn.

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The red sun hangs high, and the spring breeze blows by, blowing away the coolness of the cold night.

If it weren't for last night's blood and death, it would have been another pleasantly good weather for the barbarians of the Iron Mountain Tribe.

The battle is over.

The dead are buried in peace.

Even after experiencing countless wars and being accustomed to seeing life and death, Mu Yang's heart is still like a mountain pressing, and his hatred for the demon clan has become stronger and stronger.

According to the customs of the barbarians, the dead were buried in the mountains, and only the bodies of the steel hammer and several elders were moved into the ancestral cave in the east mountain.

The statue of the ancestral god was also carried back and enshrined in the depths of the cave, but Mu Yang knew that the Tieshan tribe would no longer be able to get the oracle and protection of the ancestral god, and this heavy responsibility fell on his shoulders.

Regarding the ancestral statue, Mu Yang didn't plan to say it.

He was afraid that these upright and rude barbarians would not be able to face it, and perhaps after the grief had passed, he would one day return to the mountain and confess this secret that no one knew.

Grief will always pass.

Even though he had been worried about the Gu Eagles he encountered that day, Muyang still patiently accompanied the Gangwa people and held a ceremony to honor the dead according to the customs of the barbarians.

There was mourning in the tribe.

No one wept bitterly, but the sadness on everyone's face was more poignant than tears.

Mu Yang climbed a big tree and looked at the air vigilantly, after using the blood of the true demon last night, there were bursts of sharp pain in his chest, and three meridians were supported by the power of the true blood Dozens of cracks, if it wasn't for the timely termination of the burning of the true blood, he would probably explode and die on the spot.

A muffled cat meow, and half a catty climbed up the trunk of the tree.

Muyang held it in his arms, touched the soft black hair on its body lovingly, and said, "You seem to have saved me again yesterday." ”

Half a catty rubbed Muyang's hand, opened his mouth, and spit out a red bead from his mouth.

The bead fell into Mu Yang's hand, and he remembered that it was left after the death of the blue-robed wizard last night.

Half a catty bared out his little white teeth, and bit the horn a few times, which means that the bead is too hard to bite.

Mu Yang held the bead in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully, and found nothing abnormal, he tried to input some star elements, but the bead did not react, but when the bead was close to his chest, the demon head totem on his body suddenly lit up, and then there was a powerful force to suck it into his body.

"It's the Dark Gate of the Blood Demon!"

The beads entered his body, and Mu Yang's consciousness appeared in a trance for a moment, and countless fragments of memories that had never been before frantically poured into his soul, and finally turned into a group of clear and complex information microcosms that were fixed in his mind.

After reading these fragments of information, Mu Yang's eyes gradually lit up. He finally understood why the blue-robed wizard could keep summoning the puppet demon ape.

This seemingly ordinary red bead is actually one of the most powerful summoning weapons in the Demon Sanctuary, the Dark Gate.

It is said that this artifact was crafted by the three red-robed high priests of the Templar millennium ago, and it can give wizards who have received a special inheritance the ability to summon puppet beasts from the dark realm of the Templar.

Regarding the Dark Demon Domain, Mu Yang had heard from the senior brother.

It was the Templar's secret base for cultivating demonized battle golems.

Hidden deep in the snowy mountains of the Far North, no one knows its exact location, but legends about it are spread across the continent.

Legend has it that there are hundreds of battle puppets in the Dark Demon Domain, which are refined by the secret method of the demon wizards, and these puppets have demonic beasts, demon beasts, and humans, and the demonic giant is the most powerful of them.

In the Dark Demon Domain, the puppets are also strong and weak, their appearance seems to be no different from normal life, but in fact they are a group of combat tools that only know how to kill, after being soaked in the blood pool of the Holy Temple, the secret methods of the wizards can even be copied indefinitely.

The Demon Ape is only the lowest of the puppets.

In the information transmitted by the 'Dark Gate' after entering the body, Mu Yang saw the methods and limitations of the puppet's summoning.

Each type of puppet has a specific means of summoning, and the number and level of summoning will change depending on the wizard's ability.

With Jin Damu's strength, he could summon up to two seventh-level giant apes with the strength of a three-realm one-grade star master at the same time, and if he changed to a third-level demon ape, he could summon sixty, but in terms of casting speed, there was a huge difference between the two.

Getting the 'Dark Gate' made Muyang overjoyed, even though his heart was still full of sadness because of the death of the steel hammer, his eyes showed a look of shock and joy uncontrollably.

Mu Yang is not a demon wizard, but after absorbing the power of the demon god and awakening the new natural ability 'Summoning Demons', he already has the ability to use witchcraft, as for whether the use of witchcraft will bring danger to himself with the repulsion of the gods, Mu Yang is still uncertain, in order to verify this result, he tried it according to the new summoning method in his consciousness.

A black mist emerged, and a gray mouse the size of a fist suddenly appeared on the branch, and a faint point of light appeared in the depths of his soul at the same time.

This is the projection of the puppet's soul in the summoner's consciousness.

The sudden appearance of the mouse made Banjin's eyes round in an instant, and it wanted to pounce forward as soon as it bowed, but Mu Yang hurriedly pressed it in his arms.

"Don't move, your own people. ”

Half a catty looked up at Mu Yang suspiciously, but Mu Yang's face turned red with excitement, and his heartbeat began to speed up rapidly.

When summoning the rats, he didn't feel any signs of God-given rejection in his body, which meant that the newly acquired sorcery and the innate abilities awakened from the demon's blood were not the same, and they would not be restrained by the gods.

In other words, from today onwards, the countless battle puppets in the Demon Sanctuary Dark Demon Domain are likely to become the most powerful weapons in Mu Yang's hands.

As long as he has a strong enough summoning ability.