Zong Sang took Zong Ya and three of the clan's men out of the village and walked downstream along the mountain stream valley. He also wanted to see if there was any good thing coming out of the deep mountains yesterday. Unexpectedly, Chen Xun, who had not returned overnight, gained the most.

This black-scaled beast is afraid that it will weigh three thousand pounds, so it will be inconvenient to carry it on and walk after it comes out of the water, not to mention that it will have to cross several ridges before returning to the village. Zongsang asked a man Wu to rush back to the village first and call for some people to come over.

"You didn't see anyone this night, just to drag this thing back? Wouldn't you come back first to report a letter?" Zong Ya was worried all night when he saw Chen Xun had not returned overnight, but unexpectedly he delayed the dead beast for a night.

"This thing is called Shanhong and rushed to the Wild Horse Creek." Chen Xun recovered a little and struggled to sit up.

"..." Zong Ya smacked his lips for a long time, and said, "You really want to die."

He also knew that the banks of Wild Horse Creek were the area of ​​activities of the Heishan tribe. Chen Xun wanted to rush back to report the news first. This black-scaled beast might have been discovered by the people of the Heishan tribe, but he still couldn't imagine how the thin Chen Xun could drag the black-scaled beast into the water for twenty or thirty miles?

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The Wumang tribe members have lived among mountains since childhood. The successful training of the Manwu crosses mountains and rivers is faster than that of the monkeys.

After a while, Man Wu, who had just returned to report the news, brought six or seven people over.

When Zong Ya saw that those who came with Grandpa Zongtu were all important figures in the village, he became more and more sure that the black-scaled beast that Chen Xun dragged back was not an ordinary species.

"Oh my God, you are so cunning. The black python is blessing us first!"

Unlike the man Wushu, who is tall and big, the clan of Wumang, who is the tribe Wu Gong, he is just a thin and shriveled old man. He was always calm and sounded a little distorted when he saw the black scale beast on the river bank. His voice was a bit distorted, and he grabbed a bone staff that took out patina with his corpse and trembled slightly excitedly.

Wulin cunning?

There are very few terrestrial animals on Earth, but there are many terrestrial animals in this heavenly realm.

Chen Xun even saw a giant scale bird in Python Ya Ridge, tearing a bull weighing four or five thousand pounds into pieces with one claw.

However, Chen Xun never expected that the black scale beast would be a cunning person when dragged back!

The "Western Wilderness Classic" records that cunning beasts only have simple numbers such as "the head of a cow, the body of a horse, the blue and gray scales, and the strength is as strong as a dragon."

The cunning beast is blue in color when it grows older, and the scaled beasts are getting darker in color. However, almost no one has seen the cunning beast with black scales. I really don’t know how many years it has lived in the depths of the Python Ya Ridge.

Who would have thought that this black-sin cunning would be killed by lightning in the depths of Tushan, allowing the flood to rush down the mountain.

It’s really hard to predict the will of heaven, and the power of heaven is hard to predict!

"Is it really a cunning black scale?" Zong Sang just guessed that it might be a cunning beast, but when he heard what his father Zongtu said, he hesitated and asked, "Can our Black Python tribe hold another beast banquet to sacrifice his ancestor's soul?"

Zong Tu calmed down a little from the shocked mood, grinned, revealing several black teeth missing, and said to his son Zong Sang with a smile:

"Thirty years ago, you were still young and I can't remember. When the Black Python tribe held a beast banquet to raise a soul sacrifice, they hunted a green scale. The cunning head was gone, but the hooves, teeth, and scales with natural strange patterns, would you say I read it wrong?"

Zong Tu turned his head again, took out two black python pills from his arms and stuffed them into Chen Xun's hand, and said,

"Chen Xun, you have made great contributions to the Black Python Tribe this time. How can you thank you for Grandpa?"

Chen Xun touched his head embarrassedly, smiled and raised his hand and waved the two black python pills in his hand: "This is enough!"

Although the Black Python tribe is not a vicious man who cannibalizes people, it will not take in outsiders of unknown origin at will.

The harsh living environment and the tribe's repeated murders made them wary enough of foreign people and affairs.

Even though Chen Xun looked only ten years old and was harmless three years ago, the Wumang tribe even hungry for its descendants, so how could he have the spare time to adopt outsiders?

At that time, most of the people of the Wumang tribe advocated driving Chen Xun away and letting him die. Wu Gongzong tried his best to avoid public opinion and took him in.

What should I use to repay this kind of kindness and thank you?

In the past three years, in addition to being limited to the ancestral teachings and not teaching him the Martial Arts, Zongtu has taught him to read Man's articles and identify herbs, and has done all the time.

Like Zong Ya, Chen Xun called Zong Tu Grandpa, but in fact he had long regarded Zong Tu, Zong Sang and Zong Ya's family were relatives of this life.

Even though he was extremely eager to practice the barbarian martial arts of the Black Python tribe, he would not seek it with his merits, which would make the Zongtu feel embarrassed.

"It's indeed a cunning beast!"

Other leaders of the Black Python tribe who came with Zong Tu still had an impression of the situation of capturing young cunning and holding a soul sacrifice. Although the black scales on the beach had half of the head cut off by heavenly thunder, it was still possible to confirm that the cunning beast was undoubtedly, and they could not suppress their ecstasy.

Zong Tu knew that Chen Xun wanted to learn the unique skills of the Martial Martial Arts of the Black Python tribe, but looking at the Martial Arts at the left and right leaders, he didn't really want to pass the Martial Arts of the Martial Arts to outsiders. He sighed softly in his heart, how could two Martial Arts of the Martial Arts of the Martial Arts of the Martial Arts of the Martial Arts of the Martial Arts of the Martial Arts of the Martial Arts of the Martial Arts of the Martial Arts to outsiders?

But as Wu Gong, he couldn't go against the will of the public. He thought to himself that he would find a way to get other things and compensate Ah Xun.

Nan Liao was the patriarch elected by the Wumang tribe, and he was a giant man slightly taller than Zongsang.

His cheeks were covered with black-green python head totem, revealing his thick arms, three points thicker than the black python. His right arm was wrapped in green blood tendons, extending to his exposed chest, covered with black hair, and it looked like a layer of snake scales from a distance.

Nan Liao held a black and soft-sparkled spear in his hand, full of strength, and seemed to be able to shoot out the steel spear in his hand like lightning at any time.

He glanced at Chen Xun, without saying a word, but with uncontrollable ecstasy, he thought about the cause of the death of this Wulin Ji:

"How could this Wu Ji be killed by heavenly thunder? Could it be that this beast thought he could beat heavenly thunder and ran to the ridge to seek death on heavy rain?"

"Bless you first, but don't be disrespectful to Wu Ji," Zong Tu said solemnly, "It is said that the wild beasts have been raised for thousands of years, swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and can become demon pills. This Wu Ji Xiaoyao Mountain Forest is probably three or five hundred years old. Perhaps it has been the most critical step in practicing. If it were to attract thunder and temper the body, it would be unexpectedly killed by the thunder. If it weren't for the protection of the ancestor spirit, Beiling might have a cunning demon..."

After hearing what Zongtu said, everyone was still scared.

Although a cunning beast is powerful, it dares to come out of the mountain. The upper-level barbarians and even the Tianman of the left and right tribes can be destroyed. However, if a cunning demon really appears deep in the Python Ya Ridge, people will probably no longer be able to live around the Python Ya Ridge.

But then again, the flesh and blood of the wild alien species are all great treasures. If this black scale has reached the level of thunder and quenching the body, how pure will the muscles, bones, blood and flesh of that body be?

"It would be even better if I could hunt one head for a living. Thirty years ago, the black python was catching a living young head, right?" Zong Sang felt that it was still a bit inadequate and said, licking his thick lips.

"I want to hunt and cunning, so I'll talk about it when you become a genius." Seeing Zong Sang's greed, Zong Tu smiled ugly with a grin.

"There are only a few gentry around Python Ya Ridge, and only a few geniuses are there?" Nan Liao said with great emotion, "This time I really bless you first."

Zong Tu said: "This Wu Ji has just died for a day, and there are still residual souls in his body that have not dissipated. You should stay by the surroundings first and wait for me to seal the residual souls in Hei Ji's body. In three days, you will have a soul sacrifice banquet, which will be even more effective..."

After hearing what Wu Gong Zongtu said, Zong Sang, Nan Liao and others were so powerful and powerful, and they were separated and guarded the four directions.

Zongtu asked his grandson Zongya to keep Chen Xun away, so he raised the bone staff in his hand and sang strange and weird syllables in his mouth.

Most of the barbarians in the Black Python tribe are strong-bodied maniacs, while the Wu Gongzong map is the Wu Man who is in the past.

Chen Xun received Zongtu in the past three years, but it was difficult to see Zongtu use the secret technique of Wuman.

At this time, he asked Zong Ya to go to the shore in the distance, and of course he didn't miss this opportunity. He ignored the bruises on his body and lay in the grass to see how Zong Tao used the secret technique of Wuman.

But seeing the bone staff that usually looks ordinary, a mysterious force seemed to be gathering the morning glow that covered the earth in the early morning, forming a faint python-shaped light behind Zongtu's thin body.

The python-shaped light and shadow are huge, nearly ten meters high, revealing a hideous and terrifying aura.

As Zong Tu chanted, the python-shaped light and shadow became more solid, and the snake scales emitting cold and cold light were also clearly visible, and the aura was stronger and stronger. It rolled around and soon formed a strong wind howling sound.

Is this the black python barbarian soul that Wu Gongzong has enlightened?

Under the oppression of the wild python soul of Zongtu, Chen Xun's consciousness was violently impacted, causing a huge wave of turbulent waves. However, just as the python-shaped lightning and shadow pounced on the wild python cunning, the wild python cunning, which had already died, began to tremble violently.

Although it was silent, deep in Chen Xun's mind, he could hear Wu Lin Ji's remnant soul roaring unyieldingly.

The roar and roar quickly formed huge waves of impulse, and waves hit Chen Xun's consciousness.

Chen Xun seemed to be under endless pressure, his mind was about to swell, almost fainting from the continuous impact.

Zong Ya around him was also tense all over his muscles, silently enduring the impact of the roar of the black cunning soul.

Chen Xun gritted his teeth and persisted hard. He didn't know how long it took to see the corpse of the cunning beast slowly recovering to calm. The residual soul formed in the depths of his mind just now was silent at this time, as if nothing had happened.

The remnant soul is sealed?

Is it necessary to seal the residual soul for soul sacrifice?

Chen Xun was filled with too many questions, and at the same time he did not expect that the cunning beast, only the remnant soul had such great power, and it was necessary for Wu Gongzong to use all his strength to seal it. How shocking would it be if he was alive?
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