New White Snake Asking Immortals

It was rare to go down the mountain, Bai Yujun wandered around.

There is a tiger and a big monster as a mount, and I have never met a blind person who actively seeks relief. I have encountered many evil cultivators and demon cultivators along the way. A certain white only cares about the landscape and does not pay much attention.

Even so, those evil cultivators who were destined to meet the dragon soul seemed to be in good health, but their fate suddenly changed, and they died tragically due to various reasons within three to five days.

Obviously, their horoscopes were not strong enough, and they were inadvertently killed by a certain dragon.

Along the way, I don't know how many evil cultivators and demon cultivators have been plagued by bad luck.

There is no order in this world, it is too chaotic, you often encounter killing and fighting for treasure, and occasionally you can watch the fun with the fat tiger, or finally jump out to pick up the cheap and make a fortune.

After walking for two days, I hardly saw any normal monks. It is really rare for female monks who were destined to obtain the Pure Yang Jue before.

In addition to demons who purely practiced evil arts and magic arts, seemingly normal monks also practiced some evil arts. They only considered whether the exercises were useful, did not care about the consequences, and pursued pragmatism, which was a characteristic of the barbaric era.

One day, I came to a large market town with a strong smell of blood.

The market town has no walls and no planning. It is centered on a low mountain about tens of feet high. The dilapidated shacks are disorderly and disorderly, and many ordinary people live there.

Most of the monks who haunted the market town practiced skills related to blood.

It is estimated that such as the Blood Sea Meridian and Blood River Gong, one by one walks with light red blood, the whites of the eyes are red, and even the hair and beard are stained with blood red. , looking at people is like a monster that chooses and devours people.

Fat Tiger's blood was surging and exuberant, attracting countless eyes.

The beast with golden fur and black stripes has a thick and monstrous aura, and when the tiger's eyes look around, it scares the blood cultivators almost to retaliate.

The fat tiger walks slowly, domineering among the messy shacks, searching for butcher shops according to the smell, hunting in the wild, although the ingredients are fresh, but not as clean as humans, and the dexterous hands of the cattle do not waste any parts, so it is easy to eat.

Bai Yujun was bored thinking about things.

Fat Tiger finally found the butcher shop, carefully checked whether the meat was spoiled, nodded in satisfaction after reading it, stretched out his tongue and licked his mouth under the horrified gaze of the butcher, spit out a piece of silver, and then raised his big front paw to point to the mutton .

The butcher trembled and nodded in understanding, put away the money and picked the mutton.

He swallowed the bones and meat whole, smacking his lips, barely satisfying his craving.

The dazed Bai Yujun suddenly turned his head and looked outside the market town.

A team of about 300 people came weeping. They were all boys and girls aged fifteen or sixteen. Run to the center of the dwarf mountain.

Not long after, the **** team passed the butcher shop.

The blood cultivator in charge of the **** looked at Juhu in fear, and directed the team to pass by the other side of the road.

Bai Yujun frowned.

"What is this doing?"

Hearing this, the butcher bowed his head and answered cautiously.

"The fairy may come for the first time, and this is an offering for the monthly sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?"

It is worthy of being a remote and chaotic small world, where evil spirits are rampant. No wonder Ge Qianhu used a mortal body to fight against the evil spirits.

Bai Yujun glanced at the butcher, but he didn't see any fear on his face, and there was even a calmness that he was used to.

"Aren't you and others afraid of living sacrifices?"

Like the butcher, other people in the market town had no fear and gathered on both sides of the street to watch the excitement.

The butcher puffed out his chest proudly.

"Of course I'm not afraid. They are all aliens from other places. The ancestors of the blood gods have boundless mana and supernatural powers. They have blessed our tribe for hundreds of years. It is their honor for the hateful foreigners to become sacrifices to the ancestors of the blood gods. The sacrifice will begin soon. The little one still has to kneel down to worship the blood god, fairy, you can do whatever you want."

After speaking, the butcher and other civilians followed the team to the central short hill.

"..."

Bai Yujun didn't know what to say for a moment.

After tossing and tossing, isn't it all the low-level ants like him who are the scourge?

As for the so-called blood gods, they didn't care. All heavens and myriad worlds claim that there are eight billion blood gods, if not tens of billions.

Fat Tiger looked back at the shop owner on his back, wondering if he wanted to follow up to see the excitement.

A certain white nodded, and the fat tiger walked towards the dwarf mountain with domineering steps.

No wonder the market town is full of blood, and blood sacrifices are held every month. If the power of cultivation base increases, more blood is needed for cultivation or to spy on the blood of the strong, and the cultivation method cannot be overthrown.

Recalling carefully, there is indeed no such blood repairer in the prehistoric fairylands, only seen in the Demon Race.

Counting carefully, starting from the time when the female guard Ying Tianjiang, I can't count how many blood cultivator monsters I have killed, and I am too lazy to count.

But Xuexiu has a very famous supernatural power, Xuedun, and the speed of burning essence and blood soars.

At that time, I was still a heavenly general, and I beat several blood cultivators with broken tendons and bones, howled and burned their blood to escape, and only the blood cultivators didn't feel bad when they squandered their blood.

There are advantages, but there are more disadvantages.

Bai Yujun was thinking wildly, and Fat Tiger followed the team slowly.

After about an hour, we walked to the top of the short hill.

The ground on the top of the mountain was strengthened with mana and a complex formation was drawn. The runes of the formation like a canal were dark red, and the strong smell of blood wafted from the nostrils. I don't know how many blood of living beings could infect this appearance. Thousands of people around watched, hundreds of During the Qi refining period, low-level blood cultivators maintain order.

More than three hundred men and women aged fifteen or sixteen were brought to the center of the formation.

The **** low-level monks bowed their heads in the middle of the formation and shouted in unison.

"Welcome to the Patriarch of the Blood God!"

The civilians in the market town who watched the excitement around knelt down one after another, looking at the blood-red humanoid monster slowly rising from the middle of the formation with different expressions.

Bai Yujun and Fat Tiger watched curiously, but the monks and commoners present unconsciously ignored Bai and Tiger.

There is a passage in the middle of the formation, and the place below should be a place for monsters to practice. Walk out of the cave and go to that station. The shape is bluffing enough, with four arms, and the blood-red robe is full of weird patterns, long red hair, and a bumpy face. ugly face.

In the later stage of foundation establishment, the typical strength is not enough to make up the shape.

A certain white felt that if he guessed correctly, it should be time to brag about it, such as promoting how powerful he is, or bluffing people by using the name of a strong person, which is a common routine in the world.

Sure enough, after Pilipala boasted, he began to step on well-known strong men, and even made a certain person disgusted.

"Ancestor, I am just a clone of the Blood God of the Upper Realm! My main body has boundless mana and might shake the prehistoric world! So what about divine beasts and fierce beasts! My ancestor, I have to eat three dragons every full moon..."

Before he could finish speaking, the four-armed blood repairer knelt down with a snap, and his kneecap shattered!

Before he could let out a scream and howl, Peng kowtowed heavily, smashing the foundation of the formation with his head, and then kowtowed again and again, and the ground became inexplicably hard. Every time he kowtowed, blood and flesh would splatter, and his head quickly deformed...

It's fine to brag secretly on weekdays. It's very common to step on the name of the strong to make fools of husbands and women. Anyway, you can brag casually with two skins. I didn't expect to want to step on the beast to become famous in front of the beast.

The strange scene stunned the blood cultivator disciples and the onlookers.

When the head was smashed, it was like being stepped on by an invisible giant beast, stepping on human-shaped mud.

Fat Tiger was frightened and motionless...

A certain dragon has an indifferent expression, thinking whether he is too kind, and there are always ignorant and stupid troublemakers.

Turned over and landed, walked towards the hole in the middle of the formation, and ordered Fat Tiger to work.

"Take care of the rest, it's best to make them feel sorry, just kill them, there won't be any entanglement of cause and effect."

When passing by the human-shaped mud, he waved his hand and put away the storage bag. The soul floating in the mud was burned into ashes by the flames, completely annihilated.

Fat Tiger first showed the aura of a big monster, and then severely injured all the low-level blood cultivators present at the fastest speed, and did not dare to kill them immediately, because the boss said that he would make them regret it, and felt that he probably regretted his birth. Well, don't rush to kill.

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After solving the blood cultivator on the top of the mountain, they swept around for dozens of miles, stirring up the town's demonic aura.

Bai Yujun walked into the cave along the steps.

About ten feet down, the cave is like an upside-down bowl, with a blood pool in the middle, and a mess of sundries on the shelves around it.

Close your eyes and open them again, your eyes become deep and vertical, scanning the cave.

Lord Bai Yu was inexplicably surprised that this small world was remote and even barbarous, and had almost no communication with the world of the Great Desolate Lord. Besides, apart from the old immortal family of the Great Desolation, few people remembered the prestige of the gods and beasts. I always feel that something is wrong.

Using talent to look at the past, the experience screen of the blood repair monster quickly reversed, and the short life repeated itself.

Rewind, fast forward, rewind again...

Filtering over and over again, even things that he doesn't remember are retrieved by Bai Yujun.

First rule out the connection with the upper realm, and then search for any adventures. The short-lived life past screen was checked again and again by Bai Yujun. Something strange happened, and I couldn't find any abnormalities after looking through it several times.

There are only two possibilities.

Maybe my guess is wrong, or it may involve some existence that interferes with the talent.

Bai Yujun thinks the second possibility is more likely.

His life is very short. Read the lip language on the screen, find out the time when he first said the words "beast and beast", and confirm that he has not left the vicinity before that, and then read other people's lip language from the past screen. The words "divine beast and fierce beast" are also known to the people of the market town through him.

Since he didn't hear it from someone else, then he learned it himself through a certain item.

Being able to avoid looking at the past and the future talent must be some kind of miraculous thing.

Life is short, and the collected precious treasures are likely to stay in the cave, just look at all the items in the cave and the storage bag~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The things that cannot be seen are definitely the answers you want to find, some Sometimes, talent failure can also find problems.

The first is the messy resource materials in the storage bag.

Then there are all kinds of sundries in the cave.

After checking the items placed on the surrounding shelves, no problems were found. Bai Yujun was not in a hurry, and after scanning around, he looked at the pool of blood in the middle of the cave.

Looking at the screen seen in the past, the blood cultivator monster lay in the blood pool most of the time to practice.

Throwing a spell casually to evaporate the blood, the pretty face smiled slightly, there was a brick on which the blood pool was laid, like a fragment of an inscription, looking at it, you could see the placement of every brick when laying the blood pool, only the one that resembled the inscription Fragment of gravel screen.

Stretching out his small hand, the bricks and stones of the blood pool disintegrated, and the invisible and mysterious stones floated into his hand.

"The feeling of familiarity, as if someone traveled through the long river of time to arrange in advance."

I can't help but think of the graceful and luxurious figure...