Holding a small piece of material cut from the intact bloodline token, he easily abducted the young iron-eating beast.

Riding a bear for the first time in his life, he was still a particularly precious iron-eating beast in later generations, and Zhang Ke inevitably felt some novelty in his heart.

Naturally, just with the speed of the big cat, the sun above the head gradually began to sink in the west, and the pair of one man and one bear failed to get out of the territory of this dense mountain forest.

Therefore, along the way, Zhang Ke also encountered some small troubles.

He, a young man who exuded freshness and luscious blood, naturally became a coveted sacrifice for some spirits in the mountains and forests.

Don't think the spirits are the Lower Ribas.

Although there are certain geographical restrictions on the circulation of information between them, it is not much slower than the Internet of Everything in later generations, and often what happens hundreds or thousands of miles away will not need to be obtained overnight by some well-informed and talented people.

Then, in one way or another, it is disseminated.

Naturally, Zhang Ke, a foreigner who had never sacrificed but swaggered, as if no one was in a no-man's land, slipped away from their territory, and was on the hunting list.

It doesn't matter if there is no offering, his fresh flesh and blood is the best tribute!

So, along the way, Zhang Ke met many people who were sent to the door.

Or suddenly jumped out of the bushes, and Wuyang Wuyang rushed towards him, or tried to use demonic magic to make him kill himself, or even turned into ragged, weak women, from afar, in a weeping tone to ask for help from him, hoping to get a strong man to take him on a journey out of the mountains and forests.

As for the remuneration? Although the other party took out a fist-sized piece of dog's head gold, he knew what the real price was by looking at the skirt that couldn't cover his legs!

It's a pity that she was in too much of a hurry.

Before anyone could relax his defense, he showed his fangs.

As a result, it naturally became the soul in the mouth of the iron-eating beast, and along with the spirits that jumped out of the road, most of them were casually bitten to death by the iron-eating beast and used as food, and the few who needed to bother Zhang Ke were finally stored and used as snacks for follow-up feeding.

It's a pity that later, the spirit in the mountain received the wind and never met it again.

And those little monsters who don't wake up, not only Zhang Ke has no interest, but even the iron-eating beasts have lost their appetite for them.

In the past, it would certainly not be so lazy.

Although the iron-eating beast is a little funny and cute, it is always a serious bear, and the bloodline also has the ferocity inherited from ancient times, and the recipe is mostly meat.

It's just that there is a gap between the ideal and the reality after all.

Although the iron-eating beast likes to eat meat, it can't stand its unfast running, and its temperament is naïve, and it is too lazy to move when it is hungry, unless it is hungry.

As a result, it is difficult for ordinary iron-eating beasts to carry out large-scale hunting in the wild, and at most they bully some bully gadgets like it, such as bamboo rats and the like.

And Zhang Ke's body, although he has become a spirit, has only expanded the recipe a little, and can reach the predation category of normal bears, and as for those demons who have also become spirits, they still can't catch up with others, and they will even be turned upside down and used some dazzling spells to play.

It's really worthy of the rolling that I almost played with myself.

And now, after Zhang Ke's feeding, it is even less likely to look down on ordinary food in the mountains and forests.

I can open my mouth and wait to be fed, why should I go hunting by myself? ~Plan to pass jpg

Fortunately, it is still more or less awake, and there is a truth that there is a reward for paying, otherwise it will be paralyzed halfway through, and Zhang Ke will really think about it, bring it into the trial, let its ancestors educate it, and send people to the truth under the fence.

In this way, the second half of the journey was calm.

Zhang Ke, who was able to leave his hands free, leaned on the warm fur and gradually closed his eyes.

In a trance, the iron-eating beast under him was faded, and the surrounding environment was also changing rapidly:

Under the volley of the sun, the mountains are stacked, the thin mist with different colors drifts among the lush vegetation, and the beasts and startled birds on the ground can be seen everywhere in the mountains and forests.

More subtlely, in the lush canopy of trees, in the fallen leaves of the ground, some poisonous insects with horns and horns can be faintly seen, and snakes are actively crawling around, either hunting or fleeing.

At the same time, the southern barbarian men wearing bows and arrows and scimitars marched through the mountains and forests, their faces were visibly panicked, and the dark coats they wore were also scratched, and the marks of lacerations, white, swollen scars squeezed through the scratches and exposed to the air.

Zhang Ke could see their mouths open and close, but he couldn't hear what these people were saying.

And behind the forest path they left in a hurry, some vague black shadows flashed away.

Just as he tried to see the shadows clearly, the environment around him suddenly turned, and in the next moment, he appeared in a temple again, turning into the clay sculpture on the offering table, looking down indifferently at the thin figure below.

Unlike in the past, I was imprisoned in CG and couldn't move.

Zhang Ke can clearly feel that there is a sense of almost no bondage, as long as he is willing, he can break the shackles of this idol in an instant and move in the outside world, but in the same way, this inexplicable dream will also be directly torn apart by him, and then the body in reality will naturally wake up.

Helpless, he could only continue to obey the dream and see what would happen next.

Moreover, Zhang Ke is also quite curious about the reason for this dream.

Before this, the oldest time he set foot in was the Warring States Period, but Zhang Ke's activity trajectory in the Warring States Period was almost none, and even the timeline there did not ripple, let alone the more ancient Shang and Zhou periods.

There is no source, so how did the other party guide him so clearly through some kind of sacrifice?

Then the screen continues to flow.

He saw a wizened old man dressed in a colorful costume and after putting a hideous ox-head mask on his face, he began the ancient dance.

It's just that he's too old.

The rotten body couldn't support the twisted movements required for the dance, and it didn't take long for it to start intermittently, and with his stiff movements, Zhang Ke also flickered frequently like a poorly connected circuit.

Fortunately, at this time, the loud drum sounded.

Outside the temple, there were voices of praise and earnest singing, and at the same time, dozens of young figures in Zhang Ke's eyes began to dance, and the connection that held him together was not severed.

At the same time, a large expanse of incense from outside the temple also surged towards the location of the temple, trying to blend into the idol through the index of sacrifices.

But it was denied!

And Zhang Ke deliberately, but the reason for these statues.

Although the materials are high, the craftsmen are skilled enough, each idol is lifelike, and there are many blessings of spells, but the most important link is missing: the spirit!

In later parlance, it is to pretend to be dirty!

Dirty refers to a newly made idol that is a step in which craftsmen usually leave an opening in the back, waiting for the priests/monks to put jewelry, gold and silver, scriptures, etc., into it, to equip the idol with symbolic internal organs and divine consciousness, and give life to it.

In this way, the idol can be complete and able to contain a little aura of the immortal god or the ancestor.

Without this step, the idol is like a human being with an empty body, without the drive of the soul is just a mass of flesh and blood, the difference is that the idol is made of clay and stone, which will not easily decay and decay, but it will also not play a role.

Of course, some mountain spirits and wild monsters who have achieved successful cultivation will also do this Li Dai Taozhi's thing, burrow into the idol by themselves, and use it as an organ to give spiritual light.

As a result, they will receive a trace of the personhood that the idol originally possessed, and if there is a steady stream of incense offerings at this time, as long as it is long enough, it is not an unrealistic dream to make the fake come true!

It's just that this kind of thing, which has not gone through the formal process, cannot be recognized by the heavenly court and the earth, and is recognized by the court of the world, is generally called the Silver Temple, and if it is found in the later generations, it will be the object of extermination!

However, in the era of this dungeon, there was no such thing.

Similarly, because of the sacrifices of various branches of the human race, a large number of acquired gods were able to rise, until the Qin and Han dynasties began to decline, and when Zhang Tianshi cut down mountains and destroyed temples, they completely declined and were included in the outer ways that everyone fights

In the same way, Zhang Ke, as a substitute, due to the weak connection, he did not dare to condense the meaning given to the idol itself, and naturally he could not do the ability to replace, and these incense would not be integrated into the idol to be obtained by him.

Just watching, the old man of the main priest, after his physical strength and mana were both exhausted, it was difficult to maintain the ceremony.

And just before the ceremony was about to break, Zhang Ke took the initiative to grab a handful of the incense scattered around, and the next moment, he also completely sobered up.

When I opened my eyes again, there were still temples and statues of gods, only the huge cat's head buried in his arms and searched everywhere.

Crying and laughing, he pushed the gluttonous man away from his arms, and the mana in his hand surged.

In the next moment, the iron-eating beast that looked like a small elephant shrank rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a small ball with a long arm, which was held in Zhang Ke's arms.

Looking at the blank little eyes, Zhang Ke divided the remaining part of the bloodline token he bought earlier into four, took out one of them and stuffed it into Tuanzi's arms.

Seeing this, the little guy suddenly stopped moving, and obediently held a red and green bamboo knot and gnawed it.

Listening to the sound of "click" in his arms, Zhang Ke squinted his eyes slightly: "This year, can there still be three seedlings to survive?" ”

Sanmiao, also known as Youmiao, was called Jiuli in ancient times, and was a branch of the Yan Department.

But with the defeat of the Battle of Zhuolu, Chi You followed the Feng Boyu Division and a group of Jiuli powerhouses died, and Jiuli was also forced to fall apart, the largest part of which was Youmiao.

As for why Zhang Ke was surprised, the reason has to be attributed to Youmiao's strong lethality.

Originally, the defeat of Chi You and Jiuli had already drawn an end to this battlefield, although Youmiao was driven out and exiled, he survived like the defeated tribes in the past, and was blessed by the human race.

But there are seedlings who are not convinced!

Then, when Yao, Youmiao rebelled, and Yao sent troops to conscript, fought in Danshui, and defeated Youmiao. When Yu, Youmiao was not convinced, Yu and Youmiao fought again, and since then Youmiao has disappeared in historical records. Since then, there are no longer any Miao activities in historical records.

And in order to commemorate Youmiao's tenacious character, "Historical Records Volume 1: Five Emperors Benji No. 1" is even more called the four sins together with Huandou, Gonggong, and Kun.

In this way, you should understand why Zhang Ke is amazed.

In the case of three times and two big deaths, there are seedlings that can still save one, and it is not too much to knock a few to the kings!

As for the young Miao and other clans that are called the ancestors of the later generations, they contain three Miao bloodlines, but they are not much different from nothing.

I can't say that, Shaomiao's side is not much better than the Central Plains.

In the Central Plains, there are five Hu, five dynasties, Yuan, and Qing, although there are many, but there are more times when they are always orthodox.

But on the Shaomiao side, there has never been a day of peace, not to mention, the Tubo, Qiang, and Southern Barbarians are constantly fighting, plus the so-called mountain gods, these can keep their own inheritance, instead of disappearing in the long river of history like other ancient countries, it is not easy, and you can't ask too much.

As for the bloodline. Anyway, Kyushu will be the same in the future, don't laugh at the second brother.

After understanding the reason for the other party and knowing the source of this sacrifice, Zhang Ke was a little silent for a while.

Although it is said that the Miao clan has fallen into such a fate, it is purely deserved, and it can be regarded as the benevolence of the king of the people to be able to extend the bloodline to Kyushu.

But, among the human race, it is a sin to have seedlings!

The king of people crusaded against the extermination of the clan, Zhang Ke would not say much, after all, before this, the teacher had repeatedly ordered him not to participate in the alternation of people and kings, let alone try to change his numerology.

But what are those treacherous gods?

How dare you!!

The camouflage of fetal transformation was torn apart in an instant, and those black eyes were filled with scarlet blood.

The surrounding mountains and forests, which were originally a little restless, suddenly became dead silent!

The twinkling stars in the sky also hurriedly pulled a large number of dark clouds to cover his figure, leaving only a bright moon, exuding a hazy light.

And in the more distant area, dozens of eyes came and went in a hurry.

"Aren't you here to seek revenge, how do you look at this posture, it seems that something is wrong!" ’

'You don't think that's right, do you?' ’

'Or do you want another wave?' Don't be beaten by juniors at that time, you really can't get over your face, right? ’

'Rise, rise, the body is also ready, in my opinion.'

At Zhang Ke's neck, dragon scales were gradually generated, and the bones in his body exploded, and there seemed to be thousands of rats galloping under the flesh.

He's not angry, there's really nothing to be angry about.

Isn't it the extinction of Jiuli, and he is being spied on again, what a big deal!

What's not to sit down and talk about?

As the information in the captured incense was fully digested, a second red thread of cause and effect emerged from between his fingers and pointed far behind him.

In the next moment, Zhang Ke's figure disappeared into the dense mountain forest.

At the same time, players who didn't know what was going on felt a chill in their backs as they looked at the scarlet warning that resurfaced on their retina.

Don't rise, big guy, if you go down, you will turn from virtual to real, and this tributary will replace the main line!

The Kyushu players who had the law of hope for qi looked desperately at the mottled and blood-colored sky, and the generals of Shang and Zhou who suddenly separated and led their troops back to the camp, swallowed their spit with difficulty.

Kim Ussy sinks.

With the arrival of twilight, the village, which is surrounded by mountains, is soon enveloped in deep and rich darkness, with only a faint light of fire, telling the outside that this place is not deserted.

The bonfire, which had been burning all day, was now only a small mass, and even if others kept filling it with dry wood, the flame was irreversibly shrinking.

The flickering light reflects the surrounding figures as if they were eerie.

The night in the mountains has always been bleak and biting, especially tonight, the different mountain wind is even colder, and the huge shadows that faintly flash outside the stockade, and the small murmurs, seem to urge people to leave the scene quickly and go back to the house to sleep with their heads covered.

Although the young children were carried back to the house by their mothers and eldest sisters early, most of the remaining children here were the young and strong people in the village, as well as the middle-aged and the elderly.

But in this grotesque and quiet environment, I still can't help but shiver.

To say not to be afraid, that is false.

But instead of going back to the house to sleep, they need to guard the bonfire in front of them, and it is also the last glimmer of hope in their hearts.

After all, Wu Qiang supported his broken body and held another big sacrifice during the day today!

The results were as disappointing as ever, but no one blamed Meng Zhou, because they had long been used to not responding.

The abandonment of the ancestors, the harsh rebuke of the gods, the seemingly well-intentioned acceptance of the surrounding villages, the scarce output in the fields, and the prey that the prophet escaped in advance every time. It's hard enough to survive, so what's there to blame?

What's more, after the toss of the great sacrifice, with the body of the witch, I don't know if I can still hold on to see the sun tomorrow.

And Wu is already their village, the only hope to survive in this harsh mountain.

Instead of waiting for the disaster to come in your sleep and scribbling to death, it is better to survive this night, even if it is unfortunate, when the village is breached, you can always wield a knife and arrow, and repay the kindness of the village and the witch with the last blood bravery!

And in this tense and decisive atmosphere, I don't know who it was, I suddenly noticed that the bonfire in front of me was lit for a moment, so I cried out.

The reckless and guilty man didn't wait for the leader's reprimand, but saw the brothers next to him approaching the bonfire sideways, looking at the flame that was gradually burning and getting bigger, and for a while countless voices sounded around him.

Then I heard someone ask:

"Like, I haven't heard those strange sounds of grinding teeth for a while?"

"The wind has also stopped for a while, but the witch is in a situation. How can they stop? ”

"Where did the fog come from?"

Hearing this, people turned their heads to look.

yes, where did the fog come from!

Even if the night in the mountain is cold, the water vapor condenses, and it is easy to rise fog, but how did the fog condense due to the violent mountain wind before?

Moreover, some clansmen who were far away from the bonfire clearly felt that the cold night had suddenly warmed up.

Hearing the sound of conversation outside, Meng Zhou, who was coldly shrunk into a ball in the temple, was suddenly startled.

The thin body suddenly lifted the quilt on its body, staggered to the door, and looked at the deep fog that enveloped the stockade through the silent night, and was slightly stunned for a moment.

Then he closed his eyes in disbelief, and the next moment he opened them again, and there were already tears surging in his cloudy eyes.

His eyes were sour, and his throat was choked.

How many years!

Only in the oral description of the witches in the village from generation to generation, he has heard of the strange fog in front of him in a few words, but now it is presented in front of his eyes.

Mengye? Really?

The old and decaying body straightened up for the first time in a long time.

The dying fire between his eyebrows suddenly burned a little, and his mouth, which had been glued together due to dryness and silence for a long time, was torn open, and his trembling vocal cords let out a subtle cry: "Ancestor—"

There was no answer in the fog, but the trembling earth beneath his feet replied.

"What are you looking at?"

The fog that filled the mountains suddenly tore apart, followed by a loud thunderous sound of a large hand falling from the sky.

The mountain monarch, who was originally standing on the top of the mountain and surrounded by a group of treacherous, looked at the falling clouds with a blank and helpless expression.

"I, I didn't look at you either!"

In the trembling sound, the thousands of people around them rushed up to the sky like crazy, but at the touch of it, they shattered and turned into a thin yin and disappeared into the air.

And in the next moment, the mountain monarch who had no way to hide was grabbed by a big hand, and the tyrannical wind blew its skin and flesh painfully, and the pair of blood days that were approaching in front of him, and the bottomless abyss made the big cat even more frightened: "God, God, the long worm of the left mountain drinks the spring and eats the gas, and the meat is delicate; The peach tree on the right mountain is sweet and fruitful; I'm unlucky, the flesh is sour, the hair stinks, and the belly is full of dirt, don't stain your mouth! ”

(End of chapter)