Qing Shisan is a mandrill.
The so-called mandrill is human-like, with a red face and hair of red, blue, white and black colors. It runs like the wind in the mountains and can break solid rocks and tear apart tigers and leopards. Older psychics can fight dragons without losing.
In the world of Yuanlu, humans have a lifespan of one thousand years, and mandrills have a lifespan of 10,000 years.
The older the mandrill is, the stronger it becomes. A mandrill with a lifespan of eight to nine thousand years can fight head-on with a Qi Refiner who has achieved spiritual mastery. The mandrill cannot practice and does not understand secret magic and magical powers, but he is gifted with the ability to ride on the wind, and his body is extremely strong and can block spells and magic weapons.
In ancient times, mandrills were one of the great disasters for the human race. The mandrill tribe often rushed out of the mountains and massacred human cities, killing countless people.
In today's world, the mandrill clan has completely declined. Qing Shisan is now a dead soldier raised by an unknown force.
Wearing a piece of human skin made with a secret method, the 800-year-old Qing Shisan huddled in the crowd. A bonfire was swaying in front of him, and a whole lamb was roasting on the fire, and the aroma was filled with aroma. But Qing Shisan's attention was entirely focused on the crowd around him.
Saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth. The majestic man next to him looked solid and should be a good prey.
If you could dig open his head and gnaw on his fragrant and hot brains, it would be such a happiness for a mandrill.
But with the mission in hand, Qing Shisan did not dare to act rashly.
He sniffed, and there was a faint fishy smell spreading in the air. This smell was very familiar to him. It was the smell of Qing Eleven and Qing Twelve. The three of them have been assigned to a group since childhood and received rigorous training. No matter whether they kill people, set fires, or slaughter families, they are effective partners.
Suddenly there was a hint of uneasiness in my heart.
Qing Shisan stood up and looked towards the dark mountains and forests around him.
Mandrills are elves formed from the mountains. They are born with the ability to ride on the wind, and their familiarity with the mountains and forests is far superior to other intelligent creatures. On weekdays, Qing Shisan can feel the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of those big trees and grass. Hidden in the mountains and forests, he can have a sense of security as if he had returned to his mother's womb.
But tonight, those big trees suddenly felt alienated from them.
Just like a man and woman in love, as long as any one of them suddenly undergoes some subtle changes, the other will immediately have some subtle feelings. This is how Qing Shisan feels now. The atmosphere of the mountain forest has become very strange and unpredictable.
He even had a strange feeling that the forest, which usually gave him an infinite sense of security, had betrayed him and his companions.
He puffed hard through his nose, surrounded by the fragrant and delicious smell of human flesh. Those big men with surging energy and greedy hunters, Qing Shisan really wanted to kill them all and eat their brains.
These big men smelled of sweat, foot odor, and the strong smell of people who had eaten a lot of garlic and green onions. The combination of these complex flavors made Qing Shisan enjoy it. This is the taste of people, the taste of hot and delicious people.
But in this pungent, turbid smell, there was suddenly a trace of clear breath.
Qing Shisan turned around and looked at several men walking by a bonfire more than thirty feet away. Their appearance is very ordinary, the kind of ordinary faces that cannot be found in a crowd.
Their body type…
Qing Shisan stared intently at an astonishingly fat man. That guy was two heads taller than everyone around him, and his body was surprisingly tall and strong. His waistline, his hips, his arms, and his legs all vividly interpret the essence of the word 'fat man'.
"Fat man!"
Qing Shisan muttered softly.
"Yin Feifei, big fat man."
Qing Shiyi whispered to himself.
That trace of clear breath came from the two petite men next to the fat man. Their faces looked like ordinary men, and their clothes were ordinary coarse cloth, but the smell on them was clear and soft. They were two women.
As a tribe of mandrills that have eaten humans as their staple food for generations, their sensitivity to human scent has reached a certain perverted level.
Give Qing Shisan a hair, and he can tell from a distance of more than ten miles whether the hair belongs to a man or a woman, an old man or a child, and whether it is hair on the top of his head or on his crotch.
The human skin made of secret techniques suddenly expanded and exploded. Qing Thirteen and the others roared in a low voice, and their original bodies jumped out of the small and suffocating human skin. The three heads are covered in red hair, and are about one to two feet tall. Their bodies are as strong as stone statues carved from rock, and their muscles and bones are gnarled like ghostly mandrills looking up to the sky and roaring.
Countless hunters all around who were tempted by serious injuries and rushed into the forest to hunt down Yin Xuuge and his party screamed. Have they ever seen such a terrifying alien race
Qing Shisan grabbed the majestic man he had been eyeing with his claws, opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth, bit him hard on the head, and sucked out the hot brains in his head.
"Yin Xuege, I found you! Don't run!"
The three-headed mandrill leaped into the air and rushed towards the changed Yin Xuege with a gust of wind. They locked onto Yin Feifei, the big fat man with the most obvious goals, and clawed hard at Yin Feifei's head with their long and powerful claws.
By killing Yin Xuuge, as the dead warriors raised by the unknown power, their status would be promoted to one level.
Now they can only eat one meal of human flesh per month, but after being promoted to the first level, they can eat three meals of human flesh per month. For the mandrills, freedom and the like are bullshit. Being able to eat human flesh is the greatest happiness in the world.
Yin Feifei turned around in horror and stared blankly at three red-haired monsters rushing toward him.
Mandrills fly in the wind, and their flying speed is astonishingly fast. This is their innate magical power, and it is even much faster than the masters who can fly through the clouds and mist by breathing into thunder.
The three men of Qing Thirteen had a vicious attack. They flew into the air, clawing at everything they passed, and shattered the Tianling Caps of dozens of people. Their plasma and brains were scattered around randomly with their exertion, and the air was full of It had a thick smell of blood.
"Ranmusha!"
Yin Xuuge turned back and glanced at Qing Shisan and the others. The vegetation in the forest had given him a warning just now. The existence of Qing Shisan and the others had long been discovered by Yin Xuuge. That cold, sinister aura came from creatures similar to the three of them.
The three-headed mandrill jumped into the air and pounced, and Yin Xuege performed the Tree Killing without hesitation.
This time, he also mixed a little bit of Taoist charm into the chaotic wood killing. The vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth poured into the tree roots and grass stems that he mobilized, and quickly followed some mysterious method to transform the properties of these tree roots and grass stems.
Tree roots and grass stems become more flexible, many times more flexible than steel wire. Countless thick grass roots and slender grass stems shot out, like a big net trapping the three-headed mandrill.
With a wave of his sleeve, thirty-six flying knives struck the three-headed mandrill with a dazzling green light.
Running away all the way, these days, Yin Xuuge is not just running away. He also used certain weapon refining methods to transform these magical weapons. These flying knives have become heavier, sharper, and tougher, and their overall power has more than doubled.
The sword light roared and accurately hit the vital points of Qing Shisan and the others.
Amidst the miserable howl, the three-headed mandrill's eyes were pierced by Yin Xuuge's flying knife. But other than that, when the flying knives landed on the mandrills, they just made a dull impact sound, making them scream in pain, but they were unable to penetrate their thick fur.
"Mandrill?"
Yin Xuuge looked at the three big guys who tore open the painting and jumped out in shock. There was a vague impression of this creature in his memory. The darling of the mountains and forests, a creature formed from the mountains and earth. They cannot practice or live forever, but they are strong and powerful and have the innate ability to control the wind and fly.
In the extremely long-lasting ancient times, the world of Yuanlu was still full of flowers, and there were countless competing schools of cultivation. There were often powerful people raising mandrills to act as gatekeepers or mountain patrollers.
Unexpectedly, he could still deal with the mandrill clan today.
The eyes of Qing Thirteen and the others were destroyed, and their whole bodies were hit by heavy flying knives. Although their fur could not be broken, the violent collision still made them scream in pain. Their sharp and huge claws clawed at the ground, and soon they dug out several huge pits.
When their claws hit the hard rock underground, countless sparks shot out.
The thousands of hunters around were stunned for a moment. They were frightened by the mandrill at first, but soon they looked at Yin Xuuge and his group with strange eyes. The bounty of millions of gold and the endless wealth and splendor enjoyed by their descendants for ten generations all made these people's minds go crazy.
"Yin Xuege?"
"They don't look alike!"
"They must have changed their faces. I heard that there is a kind of human skin mask that can change people's faces."
"Whether it is or not, you will know once you catch them. It is better to kill ten thousand by mistake than let one go."
"Kill them, kill them!"
The people were whispering at first, but soon they were shouting loudly at the same time.
"Kill Yin Xuege and get the reward."
"Kill Yin Xuege and enjoy the glory and wealth."
"Kill Yin Xuege, kill Yin Xuege, kill Yin Xuege!"
The slogans finally converged into a terrifying sound, and no one knew who struck first. At least a thousand strong bows and crossbows were fired at Yin Xuuge and his group at the same time. Thousands of random arrows of varying quality whizzed in, turning into a black curtain that shrouded them firmly.
"idiot!"
Miao Tianjie has been feeling a little dizzy these days. He still doesn't understand why he has become a traitor to the Lu Sect inexplicably, and why he suddenly followed Yin Xuuge on this road of no return
He still couldn't figure out the twists and turns inside.
Aren’t the Lan family very kind to Yin Xuuge? Lan Lan was also very considerate towards Yin Xuuge. He had always thought that Yin Xuuge and Lan Lan would become a couple.
(End of chapter)