The Great Wild God

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After a long period of heavy rain, the rain gradually decreased.

On the cliffs, rocks washed off by the rainstorm continued to roll down, causing the cliffs to bang and bang, which also made Chen Xun take back his mind from the memories of the past and return to the reality before him.

Chen Xun felt unlucky and delayed the rainstorm for so long. Today, there is not enough time to climb up the mountain in front to gather black bell grass.

The cliffs and rocks are slippery, bringing many unknown dangers, and Chen Xun thinks that the weather can only be better.

Although the rain stopped outside the mountain, there was still a faint sound of surging water coming from a distance.

With such a heavy rain, the mountain torrents formed between the slopes and valleys must be huge.

Chen Xun listened to the sound of the water, thinking that the flash flood should erupt not far away.

He was not reconciled to return to the stockade without any gain, thinking that maybe something good would be brought out of Mangyaling by the flash flood.

The grass and trees on the cliff were all wet. At this time, it was not as cold as it was when it was foggy in the early morning. Chen Xun took off the animal clothing and put it in the medicine basket, naked.

When climbing the mountain early in the morning, the exposed arms were scratched with blood from the rocks. At this time, the scars were already scarred, and the scars were removed, revealing faint marks, as if they had been healed for several days.

Indeed, Wu Mang, who is stronger than a bull, is quite martial, and his wounds heal far less quickly than Chen Xun. This is one reason why Chen Xun dares to walk alone into the mountains to find herbs.

Chen Xun thought to himself, this should be the drop of blood from the heart of the six-armed troll, the change caused by dripping into his body, right?

In addition to the easier healing of the wound, what made Chen Xun surprised, or dumbfounded, was that the drop of blood melted into his body, and it had the effect of rejuvenating.

He was taken by the troll into this unfamiliar realm, and after walking in the deep mountains and forests for more than two months, he finally met a tribe from the Black Python family who went hunting in the mountains. His appearance turned out to be about ten years old.

This is also the key reason why he, who pretended to have amnesia and appeared in the depths of Mang Ya Ling for some reason, finally let the Wu Mang tribes take him in.

In addition to rejuvenation and easier wound healing, Chen Xun's strength has also increased rapidly in the past three years.

He looks like he is only about thirteen years old now, but he can carry two or three hundred catties of heavy objects, and he doesn't feel tired after walking over the mountains and ridges for a long time. He is comparable to a beginner-level barbarian.

It seems that the blood of the six-armed troll was cheap before his death, which is really nothing ordinary. Chen Xun guessed that his body should have greater potential to develop, but he doesn’t know how. To develop.

The people of the Wumang tribe have not completely trusted him, so naturally it is impossible to easily pass on the savage martial arts secreted for thousands of years to outsiders.

This is what Chen Xun regretted for three years.

Wild and extinct territories, tribes slaughter, countless beasts and birds of prey, the mighty powers are rampant, if you can't practice brutal martial arts, ordinary people can't even survive, there is no way to go out into the mountains and see the outside world...

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Chen Xun tied the medicine basket firmly to his back, held the short handle in his hand, and slid down the steep cliff, following the sound of water, crossing a low ridge, and seeing the majestic mountain flood sweeping the stone valley.

The valley, which is usually only more than ten meters wide, has exploded more than 20 times at this time, and the turbid flood is like a galloping horse, and the raging rocks and broken wood rumbling against the rock walls on both banks.

Chen Xun lived in the Wumeng Department for three years, and he knew only 30 or 40 kinds of herbs in Mangyaling.

Even if Chen Xun did not recognize the many grass trees that floated and sinked in the muddy flood water, looking at the branches and leaves, he knew that there were many precious herbs.

Occasionally seeing dead beast corpses floating in the flood, Chen Xun wanted to catch one or two of them and bring them back to the village where he could eat for several days.

It's just that the terrain here is too dangerous. If you accidentally slide down a rocky **** and be washed away by a flash flood, even a beginner-level martial artist will lose your life nine out of ten.

Chen Xun walked downstream along the ridge with the flood, thinking of places where the terrain is open and the floods are not so rushing, there may be a chance to catch something good.

With bare ridges and rugged rocks, Chen Xun, like an ape, jumped and ran between the canine tooth and ginseng mountains. After walking north for a short time, he walked to the convergence of several mountains.

Going out from the mountain pass, there is a grassy slope. There are several natural mud ditch slopes crisscrossing each other. At this time, the flood is completely confused; the flood leaks from the mountain pass, overflows the grass slope, and flows into the Yema Creek to the north.

The swelling Yema Creek was more than three to five miles wide at this time. The water was overflowing everywhere along both banks. Some of the scattered earthen houses of the barbarians were washed away by the flood, and only some broken walls were faintly visible. Numerous trees fell down or rolled. The big water floated downstream with the bag.

Although he has lived in this world for three years, Chen Xun is shocked whenever he sees such a situation. Looking at the water potential of the Yema Creek, Chen Xun could also know that this torrential rain covered the entire area of ​​the Mangyaling North Mountain.

This is still a mountainous area at the northern foot of Mangyaling, where the wild people can choose to live in highlands.

Out of Mangya Ridge, to the north is the Huze Wasteland.

Chen Xun thought that this torrential rain and mountain torrents would burst, and the lakes and plains would probably be flooded. Thousands of miles of lakes might become an ocean overnight. I don't know when the floods will recede.

The grassy **** on the south bank of the Yema Creek is three to five hundred meters deep. There are many broken logs, boulders, and dead beast corpses that have been wrapped up in the deep mountains and old forests. They were washed ashore not far from the mountain pass, and even There is a roe deer corpse in it.

Roe deer sheep is a specialty of Tushan, the size is the same as that of a roe deer. It has a miraculous effect in treating knife wounds and arrows.

Although the roe deer is not a fierce animal and has a very mild temperament, it only appears in the deep ravines of Tushan cliffs, and its traces are hard to find. Mangyaling is only a branch of Tushan, which is even rarer.

Large tribes, or vendors who ventured through Mangyaling from Canglan City, are usually willing to pay a large price for the roe deer sheep that the tribes occasionally hunt.

Chen Xun has only seen pictures of roe deer sheep in the silk book "Western Wilderness Classic", but he did not expect that this torrential rain would drown a roe deer sheep and let the flood rush out of the mountain.

Chen Xun put down the medicine basket and picked up a big tree branch to explore the way. He waded from the deepest chin that flooded the rapids, shaking his body, and finally passed through two trenches and walked to the roe deer. Sheep.

The roe deer sheep died long ago, and went down with the mountain torrents. Except for the two corners above the head, the skin and flesh damage was not particularly serious.

Chen Xun tied the roe deer sheep to his back, when another beast corpse rushed down from the mountain pass.

The corpse of this beast was so huge that the flood rushed out of the mountain pass, like a small boat overturned, lay across the opening of a trench, and was soon pushed onto the beach by the torrent of water.

The huge ferocious head was cut in half from something, and it was burnt black. The entire body's jet black scales exudes a cold light, but it is not damaged. The two complete sharp long fangs are even more daunting. Knowing that it is definitely a wild alien species found in the deepest part of Mangyaling.

This kind of extremely tyrannical, wild and exotic species that can't be avoided by advanced martial artists, will never easily die from ordinary flash floods.

Chen Xun saw the head of the alien beast scorched and thought that perhaps he was killed by lightning in the mountains.

When Chen Xun was brought to this world by the trolls, he had seen countless exotic animals and birds of prey in the depths of Mangyaling, instantly being smashed into powder by the thunder and lightning, and he had always been in awe of thunder and lightning.

The black scale alien beast in front of him looked tyrannical, killed by thunder and lightning, it was not surprising.

If the black scale alien beast was alive, Chen Xun thought that it would not be enough to plug it between his teeth, but at this time the black scale alien beast was already dead, which made him happy with the hunt.

The more advanced the wild animal, in addition to the flesh and blood is a great medicine needed for the training of the wild martial arts, the skin, teeth, muscles and bones are all strange treasures.

Chen Xun walked over and tapped his fangs with a short spear, and there was a sound of gold and stone; each piece of the jet black scale armor was the size of a palm, and felt more metal-like cold. It was peeled off to become a body armor.

This made Chen Xun even more delighted: an extraordinary species!

This one strange beast alone is worth thousands of ordinary beasts!

However, Chen Xun looked at the huge black scale beast with worry.

He grabbed the front hooves of the black scale beast and carried it on his shoulders. The black scale beast remained motionless on the grass beach. After exhausting the strength of feeding on the grass, he dragged it about ten meters away on the grass beach.

Oh my god, how would he drag this black scale beast back?

There has been a hunting area of ​​the Wumeng Division along the Yema Creek, and the Black Mountain, where the northern shore gathers together, is definitely not a good crop.

Now that the rainstorm has just passed, the water in the Yema Creek is very urgent and the floods are flooding. But thinking with your toes, I also know that the people of the Black Mountain tribe will soon find a way to cross the Yema Creek and go to the south bank to find those from the depths of Mangyaling. Good things washed out by the flood.

Many wild tribes living in the Western Wilderness have always loved and hated torrential rains and torrents.

Chen Xun thought for a while, and immediately carried the roe deer in the medicine basket on his back, then took out a rope to tie the four hooves of the black scale beast, pushed it into the water, and dragged it against the current.

Chen Xun thought about dragging the giant beast across the mountain pass, hiding it in the hidden stone ditch, and then going back to lead the clan members of the Wu Mang tribe to quietly carry it away.

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The water released by the mountain torrent hasn't weakened yet, and the rope deeply tightens Chen Xun's shoulders. Every step taken seems to cut Chen Xun's thin shoulders at any time.

The black scale beast sinks far more than water, and sinks when it enters the water, but at any rate it can borrow the buoyancy of water to make Chen Xun move.

The four hooves of the black scale beast were tied with four thumb-thick grass ropes. At this time, they were stretched like a bowstring, but they were not broken by the flood.

The rope is woven with black bell grass. The black bell grass is a product of Mangyaling. It is a rope with strong toughness and thin fingers, comparable to a wire rope.

Chen Xun has been in this world for three years, and many things are not surprising.

He can lift five to six hundred catties now; he can carry two to three hundred catties, and he won't be tired after running all over the mountain for a long time.

He can be said to be a monster when he is placed on the earth, but he is still only a "weak and weak" young man compared with the middle-rank brutal martial artist of the enlightened brutal soul of the black python department.

Chen Xun's body arched up like a shrimp, his hands and feet were on the ground, and he grasped the rocks, as if every step he took, he had to squeeze the strength of his whole body.

The heart beats like a giant drum, almost jumping out of his chest.

He just clenched his teeth and moved forward step by step.

After going over the stone beams that flooded from the mountain pass, Chen Xun was already exhausted with blood and blood. Not only was his strength squeezed out, but the organs in his body seemed to be broken into pieces.

Chen Xun dragged the black scale beast to the shore, stuck in the cracks of the stone to prevent the flood from washing down, spitting, red and bright blood.

Reluctantly struggling, he turned out the piece of animal meat in Yaolouzi, and swallowed it into his stomach.

Chen Xun didn't worry about squeezing his body in this way and what damage would be left afterwards.

After that drop of demon blood penetrated into his body, his body needed this kind of extreme squeeze that was close to collapse, and therefore could it develop greater potential.

This is also the only way he can develop his body's potential after three years of pondering.

In the current situation, as long as there is enough food and medicinal materials to supplement afterwards, not only will the body not be damaged due to excessive strain, but the vitality will increase significantly and the body will become stronger.

His body seems to have been tempered by the drop of magic blood that has penetrated into the body, or it is being tempered by this method of pressing the limit.

This is somewhat similar to the principles of the Wumang tribe who practiced martial arts and tempered their blood.

He swallowed the six or seven catties of beast meat. After a while, Chen Xun felt that his body hadn't slowed down. He secretly said that he did not expect to drag the beast corpse into the mountain for only three or four hundred meters. The pressure on the body is so severe.

After the body is squeezed to the limit, if you want to develop your potential and get your body tempered, you must have enough food or pills to supplement your consumption, otherwise, your body will be weak for several days to slowly recover.

This is the precious experience that Chen Xun has summed up over the past three years.