Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

"Who is it? Come out quickly, this is the hunting ground belonging to the Gaoling tribe!"

Sal climbed up from the grave in confusion. He swallowed, raised his hand to wipe his face, and looked around with vigilance, but found nothing.

Even the weird sound just now disappeared, and the surrounding forest returned to its original movement.

After a while, a bird flew from nowhere, landed on the banyan tree at the grave, and preened its feathers. It tilted its head and looked at Sal, chirping as if nothing had happened.

For some reason, when Sal saw this perfectly normal scene, he felt a huge sense of disappointment in his heart. He smiled bitterly and said:

"Is it an illusion? Yes, I'm such a loser. How can anyone be willing to help me? They just come to see my jokes!"

Sal shook his head. After being lost for a moment, he walked to his father's grave on the right. Looking at the majestic man on the tombstone, he no longer cried like before, but kowtowed silently a few times.

It is impossible to say that the young man does not have any resentment towards his father in his heart, but after all, his father took the risk to offend the gods in order to save his mother.

Sal had put himself in his shoes countless times. If he had to make this choice, he would still choose to hunt the white moose.

After all, it is good that the white moose is the beloved pet of the forest god, but there are many other beloved pets of the god, such as white rhino, white bear, etc., but Sal's mother only has this one.

Sal sighed and stood up. He suddenly frowned, as if he noticed something was wrong. He had been here countless times and was familiar with every plant and tree. At this moment, he also noticed something strange.

It wasn't until he looked up following his feeling that he discovered a tattered cowhide quiver and a well-maintained wooden longbow hanging high on a banyan tree branch about three to five feet high.

"Ah? It's my father's birch bow and arrow. Wasn't it already buried with my father when he passed away three years ago? Why is it hanging on the branch!"

Thrall looked at the set of bows and arrows carefully, but they looked more and more familiar. Cold sweat broke out on the floor. His first reaction was that the tomb had been robbed.

After all, my father used to be the hunter captain of the tribe and was a true transcendent. It is easy for outsiders to become greedy because of possible burial objects.

But when he dug behind the tomb and picked up a handful of soil, he didn't find anything strange.

Moreover, his family knew about his family affairs, and all his father's extraordinary items were taken away by the Gaoling tribe after his death.

Only this set of birch wood bows and arrows, even if they are enchanted magic weapons, are valuable.

But because of the sin of shooting the white moose, no one dared to touch it, so he was able to be buried with his father.

If the tomb robbers really came for wealth, they would never let go of the only valuable thing. This is contrary to common sense.

"Don't look at it, kid. I've been searching thousands of miles around to find such a magical item that I can barely see. I didn't expect it to be in the hands of a dead person. It's really unlucky!"

"If you don't want to be a waste all the time, then take down this throne and worship it in the future. Under my guidance, I will have my own way to help you change your destiny against the will of heaven!"

On the long bow of white birch, the previous voice that Thrall thought was an illusion sounded again.

Thrall's eyes gradually widened, but he was so frightened that he backed away and said in horror: "Evil God, you are the Evil God. This is the domain of the Forest God. How dare you compete for the Forest God's followers!"

"Jie Jie Jie, you are so miserable, and you still think you are a believer of the forest god? Is there a god who specifically destroys the families of believers and makes their descendants completely useless?"

"As for the God of the Forest in your mouth, hehe, he is just an ant in my eyes."

"Since you are so devout to this grass-headed god, I can't force you. There are many people in this world who want to change their fate against the will of heaven!"

After the white birch longbow finished speaking, a burst of strange light suddenly erupted, rising higher and higher, as if it was going directly away.

The god of the forest is just an ant!
Thrall was shaken by the domineering spirit contained in these words. In the tribe where he lived, he had never heard anyone dare to blaspheme like this in the past sixteen years.

He suddenly gritted his teeth, not knowing where he got the courage, and climbed up the big banyan tree hand and foot. Then he jumped up with the elasticity of the branches, grabbed the birch longbow in the air, and roared with a ferocious expression:
"This is my father's bow and arrow, I can't let you take it away like this!"

"If you really have a way to help me become stronger."

"It doesn't matter if you are the evil god. I have nothing left. If you like something, you might as well get it for yourself. I am willing to pay any price!"

The flying posture of the white birch longbow paused, and slowly fell from the mid-air with the young man. The mysterious voice in it chuckled and said:
"Very good, then I will teach you the concept of holy demons."

"As long as you can get started with it, hahaha, within a month, the so-called magic value in your body will easily break through the fifth level, let alone the fifth level, even the eighth or ninth level!"

Before Thrall could say anything after hearing this, a huge amount of unfamiliar knowledge instantly appeared in his mind, as if his head was about to explode, and he finally fainted completely after screaming.

"After all, you are a mortal, not even extraordinary. Your starting point is too low to be of any use. You cannot even afford the complete method. If it weren't for your luck, I wouldn't bother to waste time on you."

White Birch Longbow muttered something unhappily.

But at this moment, there was lightning and thunder, strange phenomena appeared in the sky, and a huge eye-like shadow glanced back and forth between the sky and the earth.

"Tsk, the Eye of Destiny is here again. It seems that the response of the indigenous gods here is pretty good."

"But this is the material world, the cornerstone of the three planes. As long as I merge with the Qi of some local creatures and cause trouble secretly, no one can find me!"

The white birch longbow sneered, and its divine light shrank, as if it had lost all its spirituality. It fell to Thrall's chest with a clatter, and there was no movement at all.

It wasn't until half a day later that Sal finally woke up. He held his forehead, which was slightly swollen and painful, but he was surprised to find a set of mysterious ideas appearing in his mind.

"I pray to visualize the supreme holy demon, plundering all the vitality of the heaven and earth, devouring the essence of all living beings, fighting against the heaven and the earth, and defeating the gods!"

Thrall instinctively followed the guidance of the magic door and started to operate, and strange phenomena appeared in front of his eyes.

A terrifying demonic figure rose infinitely high in his heart.

It was just an insignificant figure from behind, but it seemed to possess the power to open up the world and reverse time and space.

boom!
The extraordinary magic power around him trembled, gathered together, and manifested into various light green streams of light. All of them were swallowed by Sal in his breath, and the aura on his body suddenly changed.

Magic value, four levels!

"This set of ideas is true. The curse of the forest god on me is invalid!"

"I don't have to pray and summon the extraordinary magic power in the forest to respond. As long as I use this method, the extraordinary magic power will be controlled by me and controlled by me!"

Thrall's face looked ecstatic. Compared with the breathing method taught by the tribe, which requires slowly touching the magic power and slowly digesting it bit by bit, the idea of ​​​​the Holy Demon is completely enslaving the magic power, and then frantically extracting and plundering the magic power.

The cultivation efficiency of the two is completely incomparable. The Holy Demon Contemplation is simply hundreds of times faster, no, a thousand times, ten thousand times faster!
"Jie, Jie, Jie, kid, this is just a trivial benefit of this method."

"When you officially become a transcendent and can hunt those extraordinary beasts and other transcendent beings, you will have more surprises!"

"Even one day, if you can grow to the point of killing gods, hahaha, you can't even imagine the benefits now!"

The birch longbow that Sal subconsciously held tightly shook, and a rumbling sound resounded in the young man's heart.

"Slaying Gods..." Thrall took a deep look at the birch longbow in his hand.

He had an indescribable feeling that the existence residing in it was probably far more than just the so-called evil god. The ambition and courage were too great. (End of chapter)