Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

In the barren mountains, the moon and stars disappeared, and only the shrill chirping of insects and birds in the wild could be heard from time to time.

at this time.

A dark corner of a mountain stream.

Suddenly a piece of fire lit up from far to near, illuminating the mountain wall in the distance.

The leader of the Horned Serpent Tribe, Scorpion Tail, was walking at the front of the team holding a torch and an astonishingly large stone hammer on his shoulder.

His face was now covered in some kind of reddish-brown paint.

This ferocious ghost-like makeup made it impossible for others to see his expression.

There are only a pair of beast-like eyes, showing cold blood and ferocity, making people intimidated.

Following this powerful totem warrior was a team of more than twenty people.

There is an experienced totem warrior in his prime at the beginning, end and both sides of this team.

In the middle of the team is a rough wooden chariot.

The huge wheels on both sides of this chariot cannot yet be perfectly round due to the primitive craftsmanship.

Instead, it is closer to a polygon, and the ride is very bumpy.

In addition, the people pulling the chariot forward were not animals such as oxen and horses, but two rows of young and strong tribal warriors.

But because these are muscular primitive humans.

Both endurance and explosive power are much better than ordinary oxen and horses, so the speed is not too slow.

The white-haired, stooped old priest was standing on the chariot with his hands tied.

He put on a white shaman robe painted with poisonous insects, birds and beasts, and wore a bright feather crown on his head.

After solemnly placing the blood stone the size of a human head into the silver-gray "witchcraft".

The old priest spread his legs, clapped his hands and danced a sacrificial dance around the "witchcraft" that slowly vibrated and glowed, and from time to time he sang in a low, vague and hoarse voice.

This dance is not pretty or pleasing to the eye, and the sound is as weird as the chirping of jackdaws.

It reflects the wild and unknown land.

But it made other tribal warriors in the field involuntarily feel a great sense of desolation and sadness.

After the vibration of the witchcraft and the luminous phenomenon dissipated, the old priest's sacrificial dance that did not dare to stop for a moment also ended.

At this moment, his whole body began to tremble and tremble, and if he hadn't been holding on to the crutches beside him, he would almost be unable to stand.

I saw that his whole body was already soaked with sweat.

Sweat dripped along the thin hem of the witch priest's robe, falling between the gaps in the chariot's wooden boards and seeping down.

"The High Priest..."

Because he was seriously injured, he was taken into the chariot by the old priest. Mandrill Yan, who was placed in the corner of the chariot, called out.

When he saw this scene, he struggled to get up and help the old priest, but the old priest waved his hand to stop him.

The old priest held his cane, closed his eyes and took a few breaths, finally regaining some strength.

He raised his skinny old palm and found a certain color block on the side of the witchcraft, and pressed it carefully.

Just listen to a "bah" sound.

A square block of luminous energy the size of a palm fell out from the gap at the bottom of the witchcraft.

"The ancestors bless you, and the sacrificial spirits bless you!!"

"The sacrificial materials dedicated to the Leichi spirit sacrifice this time are ready, and they can support us in holding a big sacrifice!"

A sickly flush appeared on the old priest's face.

You must know that witchcraft cannot successfully process blood stones every time.

If the sacrificial dance is not pious enough, or the degree of completion is not high enough.

The precious bloodstone may become a pile of waste, thus making all the efforts of the tribe in vain.

In the past, it was necessary to place the witchcraft smoothly deep in the cave after bathing, and then process the sacrificial materials.

This time I was forced to perform this process on a bumpy chariot, which actually increased the risk. Fortunately, it was successful.

The old priest held the luminous energy block in his hands and raised it high above his head.

He seemed not to feel at all the terrible burning sensation and vague burning smell coming from the place where the skin and the energy block came into contact, and all he felt in his heart was endless ecstasy.

"The Horned Serpent Tribe is saved!"

The other tribe warriors looked inspired, and only the strange light released by the energy blocks remained in their pious eyes.

"Go faster, we must get to the Thunder Pond Sacrifice Spirit in the shortest possible time!"

The leader of the tribe, Scorpion Tail, suppressed the throbbing in his heart and urged the team to move faster in a stern voice.

As an experienced hunter, he knew that the closer he was to success, the less he could relax his vigilance.

Every breath that a wild pheasant takes before it is eaten may be snatched away by a hyena!
The other people in the team responded in unison, then suppressed the fatigue in their bodies and increased the speed of their feet.

The group walked through the cold mountain streams, followed the mountains and climbed over the ridges, walking from night to dawn.

When the morning light first appeared, their torches had just burned out.

Mandrill Yan reluctantly stood up on the chariot and found that he was now in a hidden basin deep in the Heron Mountains.

I saw that this hidden basin was about hundreds of steps in radius.

There are no weeds, not even dust or fallen leaves.

The ground was eroded black and extremely smooth. The material was not soft soil, but something harder.

The surrounding peaks tilt toward the sky.

When everyone walked into this basin, it was like entering the claws of a giant beast.

There was sparse light shining through the gaps in the mountains, shining on a circular pool of water in the center of the basin.

The water surface looked sparkling and very quiet.

There is a white mist that cannot be dispersed over Tanshui, which seems to have a mysterious and distant atmosphere.

"Is this the Leichi Spirit Sacrifice..."

Mandrill murmured in a low voice, with instinctive awe in his eyes.

"Yes, this is where the ancestors of the Horned Snake Tribe discovered the Thunder Pond to worship the spirits."

"In this wilderness, only tribes with sacrificial spirits can give birth to totem warriors. The totem warriors transformed by different sacrificial spirits are also different. You will understand this later!"

The old priest coughed and got off the chariot, came to the pool in the center of the basin, and suddenly lay down on the ground and started groping.

"There are strange lines on the ground."

Mandrill's eyes condensed, and then he discovered that the flat ground had extremely complicated tiny ravines.

They spread out in all directions with the central pool as the center, forming a symmetrical and regular shape.

And the other side.

The old priest carefully placed the luminous energy block on a node with extremely densely intertwined lines.

Then he hurriedly backed away on his knees.

He retreated all the way out of the basin, and waited until the lines on the ground began to glow slightly before shouting:
"Okay, now is the time. Get into that pool of water."

"Remember, no matter how painful it is, you cannot escape in advance, otherwise you will offend the sacrificial spirit and you will definitely die!"

Because Mandrill Yan risked his life to bring back a large piece of blood stone.

The number of people participating in this sacrificial ceremony jumped from three to twelve.

The twelve young hunters, including Mandrill Yan, set off immediately without hesitation.

They stepped barefoot on the ground where the light became more and more dazzling, and jumped into the central pool one after another with "plop" and "plop".

Mandrill was injured, so he was the last one.

After he also entered the cold pool water, he began to find that the pool water he was soaking in began to heat up at an extremely fast speed.

The water in the pool, which originally looked like normal clear water, gradually turned emerald green, and as the water boiled, there were huge bubbles.

"It's so hot, the skin and flesh will be boiled off!"

There was unbearable pain on the face of a young hunter.

His originally dark skin was now as red as a steamed prawn.

"Hang on, this is just the beginning. If you dare to escape, I will skin you!"

At the edge of the basin, a totem warrior with an anxious face was about to get up when he saw his son trembling.

He immediately shouted loudly and was so frightened that the young man did not dare to move.

"Come on, in order to avenge my father, I am not afraid even if I die, some pain is nothing!"

Mandrill looked ferocious. This opportunity to be promoted to a totem warrior was obtained only after he almost lost his life at the hands of the Qiu Mu tribe.

So he won't give up no matter what.

And after getting through the initial pain that almost made people faint.

Gradually, Zhu Yan's expression calmed down.

He felt a vigorous vitality flowing from the pond water.

This vitality allowed his scarred body to heal quickly, and even the weakness caused by excessive blood loss was replenished.

"It's working, I can feel myself getting stronger!"

Mandrill Yan opened his eyes, and as soon as a hint of joy appeared on his face, he noticed a layer of terrifying lightning rising from the surrounding pool water.

He raised his head thoughtfully.

I saw that the white mist that originally floated above the pool water had turned pitch black and turned into a thundercloud with electric snakes dancing wildly.

Boom - The thunder clouds, pulled by the luminous lines on the ground, struck the thunder towards the pond at a uniform and dense level.

"Ugh!!!"

Mandrill Yan's eyes bulged, and he finally growled unbearably.

At this moment, he felt as if there were 1000 million poisonous needles piercing him at the same time.

Then an invisible force suddenly tore the tiny needle opening to the limit.

This kind of pain beyond the limits of his senses almost caused him to leave his body mentally, and he was teetering on the edge of collapse several times.

At this point, no one got up and escaped from the pool.

Because their bodies have fallen into paralysis.

Even moving a finger is a luxury, and there is no way to make other movements.

I don’t know how long this terrible torture has passed.

When Mandrill Yan opened his eyes vaguely, he found that the boiling water in the pool had gradually calmed down.

And on the ground not far away, the luminous energy block placed by the old priest also melted like an ice cube.

The phantom pain that filled my mind gradually dissipated.

Mandrill suddenly stood up from the pool. He raised his hand and squeezed it, feeling a force powerful enough to overturn the mountain.

Although he knew that this was an illusion caused by the surge in power.

But the silver lightning strike pattern that appears on the chest, like the veins of a leaf, cannot be faked.

This means that he has become a noble totem warrior.

"Children, you are already first-order totem warriors who can walk across the wilderness and fight one against a hundred."

"The ritual of sacrificing spirits in the thunder pond is painful."

"But once you get through it, you will gain more power than ordinary totem warriors, making you more explosive and faster than other totem warriors!"

The old priest was greatly comforted.

He looked at the twelve young totem warriors who stood up from the pool in unison, as if they were having a flashback, and their spirits were visibly lifted.

Just when the old priest was about to continue saying something.

Suddenly.

A slender black shadow suddenly flew over from a nearby mountain peak, passing through the old priest's neck and spilling a string of blood beads.

Do! !

It wasn't until the black shadow was nailed into the soil that everyone in the Horned Serpent tribe realized that they had been attacked by arrows.

And in this short period of time, arrows with a shrill sound of wind fell down like a heavy rain.

"Don't stand in the open!"

The leader of the tribe, Scorpion Tail, roared and told everyone to disperse.

Then he swooped forward and dragged the old priest, who was standing there, aside to hide temporarily.

As a result, when he checked the old priest's injuries, his eyes suddenly burst into tears.

It turned out that the old priest's throat had been shot through a big hole as thick as his thumb, and it looked like he would not survive!
The old priest had not completely expired yet.

Blood bubbles mixed with blood continued to flow out of his throat, making a weird "gurgling" sound, as if he was trying to express something.

"escape……"

Scorpion Tail understood this from the old priest's cloudy eyes.

When the tribal leader understood what he meant, the last light in the old priest's eyes disappeared, and he died.

"Qiu Mu Tribe!!"

Scorpion Tail was furious.

He raised his hand to grab an arrow that was shot at him, and broke the arrow shaft with the force of his fingers.

Looking at the stone triangular arrowhead with polished bleeding groove, I already recognized that this was the proud method of the old enemy.

Even the previous generation of tribal leaders fought against the third-level totem warrior Hei Gu, who was known to be invincible in close combat.

He also died aggrievedly under the random arrows of the Qiu Mu tribe.

"Idiots of the Horned Serpent Tribe."

"Why don't you have a long memory? I was ambushed once three years ago, but now I am ambushed again!!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's such a pity that all the totem warriors that I finally saved are all dead right now."

From the place where the old priest was shot dead, a rough-looking man in a tiger skin skirt emerged.

He laughed mercilessly.

What is worth noting is that the pupils of this strong man are like cats, bursting with green light.

At the same time, Qiu Mu warriors holding bows and arrows also stood up one after another on several nearby peaks. They raised their hands and slapped their mouths repeatedly, making weird sounds of "OoOoO", intimidating everyone in the Horned Snake tribe. .

"It turns out that the large blood stone was a flaw you deliberately sold, and you were really willing to let it go!"

Scorpion Tail took the time to take a look at the pool in the center of the basin, and his heart suddenly began to bleed, feeling like he had lost all hope.

Because the twelve new totem warriors just now did not have time to become familiar with their own powers.

And being in the middle of the basin, there is no danger to defend.

Suddenly, he was attacked by archers ambushing in multiple directions on the surrounding mountains.

At this moment, only Mandrill Yan managed to escape to a hiding place, while the others were all shot to death by random arrows.

Mandrill Yan was still in shock and a little confused. He didn't know why the arrows shot at him seemed to be several times less than others.

"I can't bear to bear children, but I can't hold on to wolves."

"You don't really think that a brat who is not even a totem warrior can escape under the nose of the sharpshooter of the Qiu Mu tribe, do you?"

"I'm really laughing to death. Thank you for believing me!"

The strong man in the tiger skin skirt slapped his thighs wildly. He was excited about talking and was happy to use this method to demoralize his opponent.

"what!!"

Mandrill listened dully to the conversation between tribe leader Xiewei and Qiumu tribe leader Huzhao, and was suddenly shocked.

He originally thought that he had brought back a large blood stone and was a great contributor to the tribe.

It turned out that this disaster turned out to be a conspiracy of the Qiu Mu tribe, and he was just treated as an idiot who was playing around.

I'm afraid that even surviving the arrows just now was just a bad joke by his opponent, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Mandrill came back to his senses, but he didn't dare to look up at the miserable corpses of his clansmen on the ground.

He even dared not face the gaze of the other living warriors of the Horned Serpent tribe, especially the tribe leader Scorpion Tail.

He just felt a ball of blood spurting out of his chest, melting all the calmness in his mind.

With the blood filling his pupils, everything he saw before his eyes looked covered in blood.

Mandrill Yan had only one thought in his mind at this moment.

That is to kill everyone in the Qiu Mu tribe, or simply be killed neatly, so that he no longer has to endure this hellish mental torture.

However, just when Mandrill Rock was about to rush out of the shadow area without knowing whether to live or die.

Scorpion Tail turned over and came to his side at some point.

With just one punch, Zhu Yan's eyes were filled with stars, he vomited a pool of saliva, and lost all ability to resist.

"Run away, Mandrill Yan, run away with all your strength like a mouse!"

"Their attention won't be on you."

"Don't make unnecessary sacrifices at this time. If you can walk away, one by one."

"Remember, I'm not doing this just to take special care of you, and you don't have to feel guilty."

"I just want to try my best to fulfill the old priest's last wish and preserve as much blood as possible for the tribe."

After Scorpion Tail finished speaking indifferently, he immediately grabbed Mandrill Yan tightly on his shoulders.

The next moment, his figure rushed out like a prime cheetah, and the speed of the explosion was so fast that even the arrows shot by the Qiu Mu tribe were left behind.

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"Why do you want to save a complete loser like me..."

Mandrill floated down the current with a dull expression, like a lifeless wooden stake.

At this moment, a scene was still flashing in his mind.

It was Scorpion Tail, the leader of the tribe, who threw him down from the Baizhang Waterfall, then turned back resolutely, facing the Qiu Mu Tribe's pursuers with his cold back.

Tears flowed silently from the corners of Mandrill Yan's eyes, but he soon felt his body suddenly become lighter.

The result was before he could make any move.

Hearing the sound of "clattering" water, an invisible force that was irresistible easily lifted him out of the river.

Then he took him all the way up into the air.

Liang Xiao touched his chin and looked at the street kid who fell into the water with the word "miserable" written all over his face.

His eyes suddenly shone, as if he had seen something interesting.

And he was not satisfied with watching alone, so he waved his hand and called Athena and Pandora out together.

"Athena, please record this piece of waste material. No, it's material."

"What kind of hell is this world? Primitive people actually have traces of biochemical transformation. It's really rare that we've been alive for a long time!" (End of this chapter)