New White Snake Asking Immortals

It was rare to go down the mountain, so Bai Yujun wandered around.

With the tiger demon as his mount, he never met anyone who was blind and took the initiative to seek relief. Along the way, he met many evil cultivators and demonic cultivators. Bai Bai only cared about the landscape and did not pay much attention to it.

Even so, those evil cultivators who had the chance to meet the dragon soul seemed to be fine, but in fact, their fates and fortunes suddenly changed, and they died tragically due to various reasons within three to five days. Although they did not attack a certain dragon or made rude remarks, they were naturally incompatible with each other.

Obviously, their horoscopes were not strong enough and they were killed by a certain dragon inadvertently.

Along the way, countless evil cultivators and demon cultivators have been plagued by bad luck.

This world is disorderly and too chaotic. We often encounter killings and fights for treasures. Occasionally, we can watch the excitement with Fat Tiger, or finally jump out to pick up bargains and make a fortune. Egrets have semen on their legs, and copper coins are also money.

After walking for two days, I saw almost no normal monks. It was rare for a female cultivator to obtain the Pure Yang Art before.

In addition to demons who purely practice evil arts and demonic skills, seemingly normal monks also know how to use demonic skills. They only consider whether the skills are useful and do not care about the consequences. They pursue pragmatism, which is a characteristic of the barbaric era.

One day, I came to a large market town with a strong smell of blood.

The market town has no walls or any planning. It is centered on a low mountain about a few dozen feet high and is filled with dilapidated shacks and many ordinary people living there.

Most of the monks who haunt the market town practice blood-related techniques.

It is estimated that for example, such as the Blood Sea Meridian and Blood River Kung Fu, each person's body is exuding red blood energy while walking, the whites of the eyes are red, and even the hair and beard are dyed blood red. This type of Kung Fu is the most likely to affect the mind, so that few people with normal personality , looking at people like a monster that chooses people to eat.

Fat Tiger's blood was surging and strong, attracting countless eyes.

The golden-furred and black-striped ferocious beast had a strong demonic aura, and the sight of its tiger-like eyes scared the blood cultivators to the point where their skills almost backfired.

Fat Tiger takes a leisurely walk, roaming domineeringly among the messy shacks, searching for butcher shops by following the smell. Although the ingredients for hunting in the wild are fresh, they are not as clean as humans can handle them. His dexterous hands cook and cook the beef without wasting any parts, making it easy to eat.

Bai Yujun was bored and thinking about things.

Fat Tiger finally found the butcher's shop and carefully checked whether the meat was spoiled. After reading it, he nodded with satisfaction. Under the horrified gaze of the butcher, he stuck out his tongue and licked his mouth, spit out a piece of broken silver, then raised his front paws as big as a cattail leaf and pointed at the mutton. .

The butcher shook his head and nodded to show his understanding, put away his money and picked the mutton.

He swallowed all the bones and meat in his big mouth, smacking his lips, just to satisfy his craving.

Bai Yujun, who was in a daze, suddenly turned his head and looked outside the market town.

A team of about 300 people came crying. They were all boys and girls of fifteen or sixteen years old. They were tied around the necks with ropes and escorted by more than a dozen blood cultivators who were full of blood. They were all pointed and discussed by the civilians in the market town. Run towards the central low mountain.

Not long after, the escort team passed the butcher shop.

The blood cultivator in charge of the escort looked at the giant tiger in fear and directed the team to pass by on the other side of the road.

Bai Yujun frowned.

"What is this doing?"

Hearing this, the butcher lowered his head and replied cautiously.

"The fairies may be coming for the first time, as an offering for the monthly sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?"

It is indeed a remote and chaotic little world, where evil spirits are rampant. No wonder Ge Qianhu used his mortal body to fight off the evil spirits. He was really forced to a dead end, with a dead end behind him and no way to retreat.

Bai Yujun glanced at the butcher, but saw no fear on his face, and there was even a calmness that was familiar to him.

"Aren't you and others afraid of human sacrifice?"

Other people in the market town, like the butcher, had no fear and gathered on both sides of the street to watch the excitement.

The butcher puffed out his chest with pride.

"Of course I'm not afraid. They are all foreigners from other places. The Blood God Ancestor has boundless magical power and has protected our tribe for hundreds of years. It is their honor for the hateful foreigners to become the Blood God Ancestor's sacrifice. The sacrifice will begin soon. The younger one still wants to kneel down and worship the Blood God, Fairy, you can do whatever you want."

After that, the butcher and other civilians followed the team to the central short mountain.

"..."

Bai Yujun didn't know what to say for a moment.

After tossing and tossing, aren't the disasters caused by the same low-level ants like him?

As for the so-called blood gods, they don't care. There are not tens but eight billion people in the world who claim to be blood gods. They all like to have a famous name and pretend to be gods and fool the ignorant. There is no need to be serious, as long as they don't conflict with themselves.

Fat Tiger looked back at the shop owner on his back, wondering if he wanted to follow him to see the excitement.

Moubai nodded, and Fat Hu walked towards the short mountain with domineering steps.

No wonder the market town has a strong smell of blood, and blood sacrifices are required every month. If the power of cultivation expansion expands, and more blood is needed for cultivation or to spy on the blood of strong people, and the cultivation method cannot be overturned and rebuilt, the road will become narrower and narrower and will overturn sooner or later.

Recalling it carefully, there are indeed no such strong blood cultivators in the immortal realms of the prehistoric times. I have only seen them from the demon clan.

If I do the math carefully, I can't count how many blood monsters I have killed since the time when the female guard was the general.

But the blood cultivator has a very famous magical power, blood escape, which burns essence and blood at a soaring speed.

At that time, I was still a heavenly general. I beat several blood cultivator monsters to the point of breaking their muscles and bones. They howled and burned their essence and blood to escape with their lives. Only the blood cultivator didn't feel bad for squandering his essence and blood.

There are advantages, but actually more disadvantages.

Bai Yujun was thinking wildly, while Fat Tiger slowly followed the team.

After about an hour, we reached the top of the short mountain.

The ground on the top of the mountain was reinforced with mana and a complex formation was drawn. The formation runes like water channels were dark red, and the strong smell of blood assaulted the nostrils. I don’t know how many living creatures’ blood it takes to become like this. Thousands of people were watching, and hundreds of people were watching. During the Qi refining period, low-level blood cultivators maintain order.

More than three hundred men and women aged fifteen or sixteen were brought to the center of the formation.

The low-level monks who were full of blood bowed their heads to the center of the formation and shouted in unison.

"Welcome to the Blood God Ancestor!"

The civilians in the market town who were watching the excitement knelt down one after another, looking at the blood-red humanoid monster rising slowly in the middle of the formation with various expressions.

Bai Yujun and Fat Hu watched curiously, while the monks and civilians present unconsciously ignored Bai and Meng Hu.

There is a passage in the middle of the formation. It should be a training place for monsters. Walk out of the cave and go to that station. The shape is quite frightening. It has four arms, a blood-red robe full of strange patterns, long red hair, and a bumpy face. ugly face.

In the later stage of foundation building, the typical strength is not enough to make up for the shape.

Moubai felt that if he guessed correctly, the next step should be the time for bragging, such as announcing how powerful he is, or using the name of a strong person to bluff others, which is a common routine in the world.

Sure enough, after crackling the bragging, he began to step on the more famous and powerful people, which even disgusted Mou Bai.

"Ancestor, I am just a clone of the Blood God of the Upper Realm! My true power is boundless and powerful! So what about the mythical beasts and ferocious beasts! Ancestor, I eat three dragons every full moon..."

Before he could finish his words, the four-armed blood cultivator knelt down with a snap, his kneecaps shattered!

Before he could scream and wail, Peng kowtowed hard, smashing the foundation of the formation with his head. Then he kowtowed hard again and again, and the ground became inexplicably hard. Every time he kowtowed, blood and flesh would be scattered everywhere, and his head would quickly deform...

On weekdays, it is enough to brag secretly. It is very common to use the name of a strong person to make fools. Anyway, you can brag casually, but you didn't expect that you would want to make a name for yourself by stepping on a mythical beast in front of it.

The strange scene shocked the blood cultivator disciples and the onlookers.

After the head was smashed, it felt like it had been stepped on by an invisible giant beast, trampling it into human-shaped mud.

Fat Tiger was so scared that he couldn't move...

A certain dragon looked indifferent, thinking whether he was too kind, as there were always ignorant and stupid people causing trouble.

He turned over and landed on the ground, walked towards the hole in the middle of the formation, and told Fat Tiger to work.

"Take care of the rest. It's best to make them regret it. Just kill them and there won't be any entanglement of cause and effect."

When passing by the human-shaped mud, he waved his hand and put away the storage bag. The souls floating in the mud were burned to ashes by the flames, completely disappearing.

Fat Tiger first displayed the aura of a great demon, and then severely damaged all the low-level blood cultivators present as quickly as possible. He did not dare to kill them immediately because the boss said he would make them regret. He thought he probably regretted being born. Anyway, the worse it gets, the worse it will be. Okay, don’t rush to kill.

After solving the blood cultivator on the top of the mountain, he then swept dozens of miles around, stirring up the evil atmosphere in the market town.

Bai Yujun walked into the cave along the steps.

About ten feet deep, the cave looked like an upside-down bowl, with a pool of blood in the middle and messy objects placed on the surrounding shelves.

After closing his eyes and opening them again, his eyes became deep and vertical as he scanned the cave.

Bai Yujun found it strange for some reason. This small world was remote and even wild, with almost no communication with the main world of the prehistoric world. Moreover, except for the old immortal family in the prehistoric era, few people remembered the reputation of mythical beasts and ferocious beasts. Suddenly, there was a primitive rogue shouting about mythical beasts and ferocious beasts. I always feel like something is wrong.

Using his talent to look at the past, the experience of the blood-repairing monster quickly regresses, and his short life repeats itself.

Rewind, fast forward, rewind again...

Filtered over and over again, even things that he himself could not remember were retrieved by Bai Yujun.

First of all, it was ruled out that it was related to the upper world, and then it was searched for any adventures. Bai Yujun checked the short life history over and over again, and something strange happened. After reading it several times, he couldn't find any abnormalities.

There are only two possibilities.

Maybe my guess is wrong, or it may involve some existence that causes the talent to be interfered with.

Bai Yujun thinks the second possibility is more likely.

His life is very short. By reading lip reading on the screen, we can find the time when he first said the words "Ferocious Beast", confirming that he has not left the nearby area before that, and then read other people's lip reading from the past screen, but found nothing. The people in the market town also know the four words "divine beast and fierce beast" through him.

Since he didn't hear it from other people's mouths, he learned it himself through a certain item.

Being able to avoid looking at past and future talents must be some kind of miraculous thing.

Life is short, and there is a high probability that the precious treasures collected will be left in the cave. As long as you look at all the items in the cave and the storage bag, if you cannot look at the origin of the object, you are definitely looking for the answer. Sometimes, the talent failure can also be problem found.

The first is that the storage bag is littered with resource materials.

Then there are all kinds of debris in the cave.

After checking the items on the surrounding shelves, no problems were found. Bai Yujun was not in a hurry. He glanced around and then stared at the blood pool in the middle of the cave.

Looking at the scene I saw in the past, the blood cultivating monster spent most of its time lying in the blood pool cultivating.

Throwing a spell to evaporate the blood, he smiled slightly. One of the bricks laying the blood pool was abnormal, like a fragment of an inscription. Looking at it, he could see the placement of every brick when laying the blood pool, except for the one that looked like an inscription. Fragments of gravel footage.

Stretching out his little hand, the bricks and stones of the blood pool decomposed, and invisible mysterious stones floated into his hand.

"The familiar feeling, like someone arranged it in advance through the long river of time."

I can't help but think of the graceful, luxurious and beautiful figure...