Chapter 42: Have You Ever Seen an Orange Tree Walking with Long Legs?
"Hanβ"
Insulting words, unspoken.
The mountain splitting knife had already slashed the neck of the leopard, and the blood gushed and sprinkled all over the ground, and before he died, he couldn't help but feel a little resentful:
"I worship the barbarian god, even more devout than I serve my parents, the great barbarian god, why do you send a lowly man to kill me?"
It's a pity that before he could think about this question, he lost his life and died completely.
"Zizi~"
At the moment when the leopard died, the originally broken vine snake rhizome, as if realizing the death of the host, frantically sucked the flesh and blood, and actually grew several inches of stem again.
"Huh?"
"It's not dead yet, is it so tenacious?"
Chen Che was amazed, and immediately found some dead branches and leaves, and lit them with a fire fold, and in a blink of an eye, the fire was blazing, cutting grass and burning roots, and burning everything.
It is a good habit to crush the enemy's bones and scatter ashes.
And as the vines were burned, the original ground actually cracked a small crack in the ground, revealing a slight stench.
The taste is a bit similar to "Zhu Shi".
"That's?"
Chen Che stretched out his hand and groped around the edge of the crack in the ground, and found three Zhuzhu stones, and couldn't help but be overjoyed.
The total weight of the three Zhuzhu stones, about nine taels, are all lilac luster and finger thickness.
There is still a lot of way to go before it is refined into a Folding Shou Treasure Knife, but fortunately, there are thousands of zhang in the radius of Evil Yang Mountain, and there should be more than one crack like this, and you can continue to search.
"Is the evil qi of the Evil Yang Mountain seeping out of these cracks? I always feel that there is a big secret hidden in the Evil Yang Mountain. "Lack of information and intelligence, too much thinking, is just a waste of time, Chen Che came back to his senses and continued to walk towards the depths of Evil Sun Mountain.
And at this time.
The young eagle soared high in the sky, but inadvertently, it found the trace of "Yaki", and sent Chen Che the picture it had detected.
The peak of the evil sun.
A tall orange tree with "long legs" was forced to the edge of the high place of Evil Sun Mountain by a red-eyed white-tailed canine spirit, and there was a cliff behind it, and it had no way to retreat.
"η i.e. ~ η i.e. ~"
On the edge of the cliff, the fox called happily.
It was not in a hurry to kill the legged orange tree, but wandered around the four fields, and from time to time it suddenly ran over, spewing flames from its mouth to scare it, and then it bit down on a citrus and swallowed it in its belly.
In just a few moments, the orange trees were already charred and black, and most of the citrus hanging from the canopy had been swallowed.
"The fox has broken into the Evil Yang Mountain twice, isn't it looking for the trace of this citrus treasure tree, the wood makes fire, and the fire attribute spirit feeds on the spirit of grass and trees?"
Chen Che thought in his heart, but he was not in a hurry to rush to the Evil Yang Peak.
Friends who often kill people know that they need to destroy their bodies afterwards.
Even if you are a barbarian, you need to deal with the tail of your hands.
Prudence is a necessary quality for home travel and killing.
He dragged the half-scorched corpse of the Nian Leopard, transported it all the way to the cliff, and then threw it down, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and hurried to the Evil Sun Peak.
The young eagle did the hard work, spreading his wings and blowing away some of the footprints, so as to prevent Chen Che from being tracked because of the footprints.
About a stick of incense after a while.
A tall barbarian male, with several barbarians, and an old witch with a red-bellied brood feather on his head, came to this stream.
This person is the Nian Wolf, whose most famous record is that when the sun sets, he shot and killed more than a dozen mountain people who crossed Xianniang Creek, including two people who practiced martial arts.
Years.
His hands were stained with the blood of many mountain people.
Because of his violent character of frequently killing Han people, he was appreciated by the leader of the Xiongxi Barbarians, and was given an ironwood bow, which is a hard bow made of ironwood for ten years, and the highest pulling force can reach ten stones.
The young wolf said with a respectful face:
"The granaries of the thirty-six major households in Hejian County have been explored, and I also ask Shangwu to keep his promise and use the blood of my brother to help me achieve blood barbarism."
In fact.
The cultivation methods of the barbarians are far less advanced than those of the Han people, and if they want to condense the blood of the barbarians and have otherworldly power, they must draw on the blood of their close relatives.
Therefore, as the elder brother, the young wolf conspired with Lao Wuzhu to secretly let his gifted younger brother make a big mistake and become a sacrifice.
"ζ‘ζ‘ζ‘~"
Old Wu Zhu stroked his beard and laughed:
"Although your brother is gifted, with his bloodline talent, he will hold on until tonight, when his life dies and turns into dry bones."
"At that time, the essence of the alien vine, the evil qi of the Evil Yang Mountain, and the essence and blood of your brother will be combined into one, and they can be transformed into the top-level alien vine red leaves, helping you condense the blood of the ancestors."
Saying that, the old witch Zhu couldn't help but feel complacent, he did not arrange any barbarian patrols, but ordered the alien vine to hide underground, leaving only a small piece of dead vine for breathing, no matter who passed by here, it was impossible to care about a piece of non-existent rattan.
It was like a soul stone that stored his soul, and it was thrown into the depths of the Great Snow Mountain, and no one has found it yet.
Even if one day the body is destroyed, it can still be resurrected.
As soon as the words fell.
Several barbarians were stunned, and pointed to the stream in the distance: "Shangwu, the alien vine is gone, it seems to have been burned clean......"
"What?"
The young wolf was stunned for a moment, then his face was frightened, and he quickly rushed to the place where the original vines had grown, only to see a small seam.
Ito's turn to ashes, the blood on the ground, and the traces of battle all prove that someone once came to this place, and killed Ito and his brother Nian Leopard.
Even more hateful.
The body of the younger brother is also missing.
The young wolf turned around, grabbed the collar of the old witch Zhu suddenly, and said angrily: "Old thing, aren't you playing tricks on me? β
"No, it wasn't Ben Wu who did it...... old witch Zhu was half paralyzed with fright, and when it came to frontal fighting, he couldn't fight the brave and fierce young wolf.
He hurriedly pointed to the shoe prints on the ground and cried out in horror:
"Mango shoes, there are traces of mango shoes on the ground, it must be a good thing done by Han dogs, only Han dogs have the habit of wearing shoes!"
A Humpty Dumpty Barbarian also said:
"Two adults, the traces of battle on the ground have not been completely cleared, if it is an innate martial artist, I am afraid that with just a slight move, he can solve the alien vine in an instant."
"Since I have fought several times, it seems very likely that this person's own strength is not high, but his ancestors have produced innate martial artists, his bloodline has changed, and he has the talent of night eating miasma."
"The footprints are still very fresh, they are going in the direction of the cliff", the young wolf calmed down, looked at the direction of the footprints, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go and have a look." β
However, when they walked to the cliff, they found that the footprints were chaotic, and a large part of them had been cleared, and there was no possibility of continuing to track, and the scene fell silent for a while.
"This Han dog is cautious, and he actually threw the corpse off the cliff", the old witch Zhu thought for a while and gave a suggestion: "Ben Wu took the two of them to the bottom of the cliff to have a look, maybe they can also pick up some of your brother's remains, as for the Han dog who doesn't know the origin, maybe he is still in the Evil Yang Mountain, maybe he has fled back to the Han town." β
When the young wolf heard this, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, turned his head, and commanded the other two barbarians in a cold voice:
"You two, go to the top of the Evil Sun Mountain and look around, and I'll go to the Xianniang Creek to keep guard."
"Yes."
The two barbarians were good brothers, one tall and thin, the other short and fat, the latter was called Nian Shiro, he hammered his chest, and said confidently:
"Most of the Han dogs who enter the mountains are soft eggs who are greedy for mountain goods, and their strength is average, and they dare not fight head-on with us Xiongxi warriors."
"The barbarian god is above, if you meet that Han dog who doesn't know the origin, if you don't make a move, my two brothers can kill him!"