A very happy bonfire meeting, a very simple potato man, if the corpse on the grill did not belong to a cultivator, maybe Xu Zirong would have to sigh with emotion.
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Cannibals or something, really broke his bottom line a bit. Even if he knew that even in modern times, there are still some cannibals in the Amazon jungle, but there is still a big gap between hearing and seeing with his own eyes.
It was strange to say that Xu Ziyan had never seen a scene where humans were eaten by monsters. Back then, when he defended the city from the siege of monsters in Wuti City, he didn't know how many people were killed by monsters on the spot. Xu Zirong didn't feel anything about such a bloody scene, but it was the current situation that made him feel sick.
Xu Ziyan was very contradictory. He felt that those scenes of people eating people were disgusting, but he had no reason to stop them. After all, this matter had nothing to do with him at all.
"Cough, let's look elsewhere first." No matter what, Xu Ziyan couldn't stand it any longer. He plans to go to other places to look for it first. If he can't find the door, he will come back.
However, Xu Zirong gently shook his brother's sleeve: "Brother, isn't there something wrong with that tree?"
Xu Ziyan raised his eyes and glanced at it, and then he was surprised to find that the group of potato people kept breaking apart the fruit of the giant tree and scattered the seeds inside on the cultivator's body during the barbecue.
If there were no other changes, Xu Ziyan must have thought that the fruit of the giant tree was some kind of seasoning, but what shocked him was that the corpse started to take root after being sown with seeds.
That's right, it really took root.
I saw that some wicker-like branches continued to emerge from the monk's body. These branches continued to extend towards the giant tree, and then merged into the huge root system of the giant tree.
Led by an old potato man with a cane, these potato people knelt down toward the giant tree and prayed eloquently.
Of course, Xu Ziyan didn't know what they were praying. All he knew was that after the giant tree had absorbed the branches that were born from the corpse, it began to sprinkle pieces of green light from the canopy, and he witnessed it with his own eyes. A dramatic drama that changes lives.
Xu Ziyan: Damn it! x2
I saw that among the group of potato men, a relatively tall potato man began to rise continuously under the illumination of the green light. After he changed, all the green light falling from the giant tree began to hit him. .
There were more and more green lights, and the size of the potato man was getting closer and closer to a real human. When the green light completely disappeared, the people standing there were exactly the same as the monks they had just put on the grill, even the clothes. There's no half-point difference.
Neither Xu Ziyan nor the two Snake Essences would have expected such a change. The cultivator who had just grown up (in the true sense of the word 'adult') respectfully saluted the giant tree, and then He left in a hurry. The rest of the Potato Man began to feast on each other and ate all the remaining monks' corpses, and then started the next sacrificial activity.
"Let me go, is this a monster?" Xu Ziyan felt bad. Damn, they are still defending against the demons, who knows that there are still such a group of potatoes that can use the secret method to become human.
"Brother, don't worry, didn't you realize that there are not many potato people here? The tree that can play such a big role is mainly that tree. Moreover, if they want to become human, they must have the corpse of a monk. These people are not a problem." Xu Zirong observed more carefully, and soon found the key point.
Xu Ziyan thought about it, but that's what happened, not to mention that this continent is hidden in the world of Shattered Continent, how many people can enter here, even if all the potato people here become monks, just throw in a cultivator In the domain, I am afraid that there will be no waves.
Without him, there are too few people.
Think about it too, most of the primitive tribes are short-lived and have low fertility. It is purely a dream to want to rule the world with so many people.
He was really a little worried just now.
Xu Zirong squeezed his brother's fingers lightly and smiled at him: "Brother is a good person, that's why I'm worried."
Xu Ziyan was not happy at all when he was issued a good person card. He glanced at Xu Zirong suspiciously. He wondered if it was his delusion. He always felt that compared with that funny snake spirit disease, his own little snake spirit disease looked much normal. .
(Xu Zirong's proud face: This is the power of contrast!)
(Tianle: = = It seems that my knee hurts a little.)
Regarding this potato group, Xu Ziyan had no intention of slaughtering everyone else. Even if the cannibalistic scene was a little disgusting, he was not qualified to interfere in the evolution of a new group because of natural selection.
He quietly pinched Xu Zirong and motioned him to leave together. Unexpectedly, Tianle suddenly pointed at the big tree and said, "Eh? Look, is there a light curtain above it?"
Xu Ziyan looked in the direction he pointed, and suddenly changed to =mouth=.
Damn it's real! The light curtain door of this continent is actually on the canopy of the giant tree, how do they get there
Yujian flying is not good, they tried it at the beginning, once they fly, a huge force will be generated on the ground, pulling them off the flying sword.
Tian Le, the unwilling one, tried several times, but unfortunately he didn't fly in the end.
"Is this... forcing us to climb a tree?" Xu Ziyan smiled helplessly as he looked at the looming light curtain door on the tree canopy.
The group of potato people below were ugly, but Xu Ziyan didn't underestimate their attack power at all.
Not to mention, when the sacrifice was performed later, he saw one of the monks they had met before. He was able to chase so many monks. This potato man must have some trump card.
"Then what should we do? We can't help but go." Tian Le said lazily.
Xu Ziyan pondered for a long time, and finally agreed to Xu Zirong's plan. First, he sent the blood beasts to test it out to see what they could do.
In this way, a very small blood mouse quietly and silently leaned towards the giant tree.
Not long after, Xu Zirong's expression suddenly changed: "My blood beast has collapsed."
"What? Dead?" Xu Ziyan asked in surprise.
"It's not dead, it's broken." Xu Zirong shook his head with a confused expression.
He looked up in the direction of the giant tree, flicked his fingers slightly, and soon a drop of red blood essence burst into the air, directly merging into his body.
He waved his hand, and an identical blood rat jumped out from his side. If he hadn't known that Xu Zirong didn't like to collect blood beasts of the same kind, Xu Ziyan would definitely think that this rat and the previous one were just twins.
"What's going on?" Xu Ziyan asked in surprise.
It stands to reason that if Xu Zirong's blood beast dies, he can only go to get the blood of another monster to recoagulate, but he has never heard that the blood of the dead blood beast can run back.
Xu Zirong narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression full of playfulness: "It seems... it's not that he's dead, but that the spell that holds this blood beast has collapsed."
Xu Ziyan:…
What's the matter with suddenly feeling like I've become a scumbag
"The spell is broken? It sounds like it's very interesting." Tian Le's eyes lit up, and he took out from his arms, and took out a rat.
This organ mouse is very simple, the camouflage hair on the outer skin has been bald, and I don't know how many years it has been used.
Tianle opened the rat's stomach, stuffed a small piece of spiritual stone in it, and then released the rat's belly.
After a while...
Tianle said blankly, "My mouse has lost contact."
"You can't even use a rat?" Xu Ziyan asked in surprise.
Tian Le nodded solemnly: "Fortunately, I still have back-up means, otherwise my Xiaobei will not be able to come back."
Xu Ziyan: = = This guy even named a rat...
Sure enough, just as Tianle said, the mechanic mouse emerged from the grass after a while.
Tian Le poked Xu Ziyan with his finger.
"What?" Xu Ziyan looked at him.
Tianle said with a wooden face, "you go and ask it."
"Who?" Xu Ziyan was at a loss.
Tian Le's expression showed a ferocious look for a moment, and then he turned his face hard and pointed at the organ mouse.
Xu Ziyan walked over in confusion and asked the wooden rattle, "What happened just now?"
I saw a dim shadow rising from the rat, and the shadow replied: "As soon as the rat gets close to those villains, the magic circle inside will fail, so I brought him back."
Xu Ziyan: Damn it! Isn't this a ghost? Although the color is a little lighter, no matter how you look at it, it is still a real ghost! ! !
Tianle, aren't you afraid of ghosts? What's the point of carrying a ghost with you? ? ! !
After the ghost answered, he quickly retracted into the mechanism mouse, and seemed to understand that Tian Le didn't want to see himself at all.
Xu Ziyan touched his chin and looked at the sky: "Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"
Tian Le glanced at his face angrily: "My master said, either bring him, or let more than a dozen ghosts - or the super ugly ones - follow me, if you were me, which one would you choose?"
Xu Ziyan: . . . , huh, a master who can teach a snake essence disease is really a snake essence disease...
Wiping his face vigorously, Xu Ziyan decided to forget about the topic of snake essence disease.
He picked up the ratchet and returned it to Tianle, who immediately put the thing in his pocket.
"So, as long as you get close to those potato people, your own magic will be invalid, and even the magic circle will not work?" Xu Ziyan concluded.
Xu Zirong thought for a while and nodded in agreement.
"Then if we want to fight them, we must rely on physical strength?" Xu Ziyan asked suddenly.
Xu Zirong was stunned for a moment. Generally speaking, most of the duels between monks relied on magic. Although there were a few cultivators who were known for their strength, most cultivators were relatively fragile.
Although he despised the ignorance of those potato people, he would not despise their strength. Don't look at their short size, but judging from their size, the strength of their arms must be very amazing.