The Great Wild God

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This time, eating four or five kilograms of roasted beast meat still couldn't make up for the huge consumption just now, and the hunger from deep in the body was not relieved at all.

Chen Xun put down the medicine basket, pulled out the two Yuyang grasses that he had fortunately picked in the morning, broke half of it and chewed slowly in his mouth.

The grass liquid is bitter, but when it enters the throat, the medicinal power turns into a warm flow, which directly penetrates from the throat to the blood vessels of the four skeletons. Chen Xun vaguely feels that the qi and blood of the whole body are strengthened at this moment.

Chen Xun thought to himself, it's no wonder that a Yuyang grass can be exchanged for an iron tool from the merchants who descended from the big tribes, the medicine is really enough.

There is a limit to ordinary people taking elixir.

Eating too much is of no benefit, lack of nourishment, taking elixir that exceeds the body's tolerance limit, and exploding to death is the most common outcome.

However, when a Yuyang grass enters the abdomen, the effect of the medicinal power into the skeleton has not diminished. After being squeezed to the limit, the body still has the capacity to absorb the medicinal power. During this period of time, Chen Xun feels that his body's strength has increased by a few points. Swallow the second Yuyang grass and chew slowly...

Although he could not refine the power of profound arts, Chen Xun closed his eyes and realized the mysterious feeling of the power of the medicine.

After a while, Chen Xun opened his eyes, and his whole body was full of surging vigor at this moment. The Sifang mountains in the twilight became more transparent and bright in front of him, which showed that his vision had also increased significantly.

Chen Xun tied the straw rope to his shoulders and pushed the giant beast's body into the ditch. It really felt much lighter than before.

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Chen Xun walked six or seven miles into the mountains along the torrential valley, and the valley turned twice, his body was squeezed to the limit again.

At this time, the sky was completely dark.

The clouds were so dense that it looked like it was going to rain heavily.

In this kind of weather, the strong of the Blackstone tribe would not come out easily; in the downstream direction, indeed, no members of the Blackstone tribe were seen raising fire, which made Chen Xun relieved.

Dragging the corpse of the alien beast to the beach, Chen Xun tiredly lay on the ground, feeling that the skeleton was about to fall away, his mouth was bloody.

Don't say that the hands, feet, and body were cut into flesh and blood from the cliffs. When you squeeze your body with such intensity, the internal organs are full of cracks, and a mouthful of saliva is a mouthful of blood.

If it weren't for Chen Xun's special physique, he might have been exhausted on the beach long ago if he was replaced by an ordinary person.

The animal meat he carried with him had been eaten a long time ago. Apart from the Yuyang grass he took earlier, the other herbs that Chen Xun picked in the morning were all common medicines. He vomited and chewed in his mouth, which could only relieve his hunger and thirst.

Regardless of the preciousness of the roe deer sebum, Chen Xun turned over the roe deer sheep in the medicine basket and cut a small piece of meat directly into his mouth with a stone knife.

In the past three years, he has long been accustomed to the life of rumao drinking blood.

Unexpectedly, the entrance of the roe deer and mutton, in addition to the tenderness and abnormality, resisted the **** chewing, and the flesh and blood even entered the throat and there was a warm current, scattered into the corpses.

No wonder this kind of beast is also classified as a wild alien.

The life essence contained in the blood and flesh of roe deer and mutton is not even as bad as Yuyang grass.

He can only eat six or seven catties of animal meat for a meal. He eats roe deer and mutton raw, and he feels full after half a catty, and his strength quickly recovered.

Chen Xun thought to himself, it's no wonder that the large and small tribes around Mangyaling regard the alien species of wild beasts as treasures, and the effect is really extraordinary.

Chen Xun glanced at the black scale beast that he pulled him to the beach. His knowledge of the world was too superficial. He didn't know what kind of strange species this black scale beast was, but he knew that its flesh and blood must be full of people. Surprising life essence.

The sky was pitch black, and there were no stone trees four or five steps away, and I didn’t know if there would be heavy rain at night, dragging the black scale beast along the mountain stream would be too dangerous.

To prevent the mountain and flood from suddenly increasing at night, and to wash away the strange animals on the beach, Chen Xun tied one end of the rope to a cliff tree with two arms thick.

When it came, he himself climbed to the tree, took a rope to tie himself to the tree, thinking about spending the night here...

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There was a rustling sound in the distance, and Chen Xun suddenly woke up from his sleep, only to find that the dark clouds in the night sky had disappeared, and the clear moonlight fell between the mountains and valleys, and the whole world seemed to be immersed in a clear lake bottom.

The fine sound is a beast passing through the distant mountains and forests.

Not far from the Montenegrin region, here is the hunting area between the Montenegro region and the black python region. Generally speaking, there will not be particularly aggressive beasts and birds of prey.

Perhaps the most dangerous are the Tribes of Montenegro who may take advantage of the moonlight to enter the mountains at any time.

Seeing the clear sky and the moon, Chen Xun did not dare to stay any longer, untied the rope, turned over and went down the tree, pushed the black scale beast into the mountain stream, and continued on.

The water potential in the mountain stream hasn't diminished a bit, but Chen Xun walked out of the deep valley for fifteen or six miles this time, and his body has not been squeezed to the limit.

When the sky was about to dawn, the valley was gleaming with gleams of light, and Chen Xun dragged the giant corpse of the alien animal along the stream against the current, his whole body stretched like a bowstring full of strings.

His hands and feet lie on the rocky shore, like a bull who is struggling to plow the ground, keeping his posture unchanged every step of the way, and sipping his breath every step...

Not only the posture of each step, he looked closely, from the shoulders to the waist to the feet, the rhythm of the tension and the tangled shape of the muscles and muscles like a bowstring are also constantly repeating.

The black scale beast is too heavy, Chen Xunjing's body tempered with devil blood, even if he has the strength of a beginner-level brutal martial arts, every step he takes has to squeeze every bit of strength in his body.

Therefore, every time he takes a step, his body instinctively adjusts his posture.

All his energy and energy penetrated into every tendon from shoulders, waist, and legs, ensuring that every drop of his body's potential is squeezed out without reservation.

Even the simplest dragging action, Chen Xun continued to squeeze the limit of the body, and also reached the subtle state of body and intent.

At this time, he was far away from the Blackstone Department’s sphere of influence, and a dozen miles further ahead was the hunting area of ​​the Black Anaconda Tribe. Thinking that he would soon see the Black Anaconda tribe who would go into the mountains to hunt, Chen Xun was also happy to hunt. .

But he didn't want his mind to relax, no longer in the microscopic state, as if a weight of several hundred kilograms had been suddenly added to his shoulders, and he was almost dragged and staggered.

Chen Xun finally stabilized his figure, tied the straw rope around his waist, wondering why he felt so much heavier when his mind was a little lax, and he almost dragged him into the water?

Or was it because you were too focused just now, and unknowingly felt that the stress on your shoulders, waist and hips was reduced?

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At this moment, there are footsteps in front of the mountain stream.

After a while, Chen Xun was truly relieved to see the Wumang tribe walking out of the jungle.

Chen Xun had no strength at all now, and when the Wumang tribe sacked the rope tied to him, he collapsed on the beach, panting like an old cow. , I couldn't even move my toes again.

"Where did you go all night?" Zong Ya put the black big bow on his thigh and squatted down to look at Chen Xun, who was covered in bruises. "Why are you hurt like this? Did you meet someone from the Black Mountain?"

On Chen Xun's shoulders and waist, he was strangling the ropes everywhere. He also cut out how many holes in the cliff stones. He was like a blood man lying in the grass.

Although every time he squeezed his body to the limit, it was a kind of training for him, but his body could not bear to squeeze the body to the limit of collapse several times in a row.

He doesn't even have the strength to say a word now, because Zong Ya and the others are looking for it, otherwise they don't know if they have the strength to rush back to the village to report the letter; now looking at Zong Ya's unrevealed, rough face, it is especially kind.

He thought to himself: Why is Zong Ya's face so big?

"I'm tired,"

The leading black-faced giant came over and saw that Chen Xun didn't have any stab wounds on his body, but it was really enough to be so tired. He slapped Chen Xun's calluses with the big calluses of a puff fan, lightly patted Chen Xun's shoulder, and said in a voice.

"You're dragging such a heavy thing by yourself, and walking all night without getting tired is really fortune telling you."

He took a jet-black pill from his arms, stuffed it into Chen Xun's mouth, and told him to swallow it.

The mouth of the black pill was full of bitterness, but then it turned into body fluid in the mouth, and the power of the medicine in the throat turned into a hot stream and dispersed into the corpses, and the blood almost boiled...

The medicinal power is not a little bit stronger than Yuyang grass.

Chen Xun could feel the strength of his body recovering rapidly, and felt that Wu Mang Dan was really a good thing. He didn't expect Zong Sang to be so generous to him. It seemed that the hard work of the night was worth the effort.

Zong Ya was also surprised by Ashu Zongsang’s generosity. You must know that Grandpa decided to take in Chen Xun. Auntie strongly opposed him. Even though he no longer insists on driving Chen Xun away from the Wumeng Department, he doesn’t treat Chen Xun too much. With such a good face, he didn't expect that he would be willing to use Wu Mang Pill to treat Chen Xun's injuries.

In the stockade, a high-level brute like Uncle Chen may not be able to get a black mang pill in a month.

The black scale beast was extremely heavy, and the two black python tribes worked together to drag the giant corpse of the alien beast onto the beach.

Zong Ya saw half of the black scale beast's head out of the water, the huge beast body was comparable to a savage bull, and asked Uncle Zongsang:

"What is this?"

"I'm not sure, I have to call your grandpa to come over..." The black-faced giant Zongsang squatted on the river beach. His tall and strong body looked like a half iron tower even though he was squatting. He stared at the alien beast for a long time, not sure. Not the wild alien in the legend.

Zongsang's gully huge face, tattooed with a python head totem, looks like a stone ridge washed by a mountain torrent, looks abnormally ferocious, and frowns his brows as thick as two heavy brush strokes, and looks back at Chen Xun with a smile :

"You are not a stubborn."

Zongsang’s smile was more ugly than crying, Chen Xun thought to himself, do you want to tell me?

However, Zongsang is committed to guarding the Wumeng tribe, and treats no one with a good face. It is rare to hear a compliment, and Chen Xun still feels quite helpful.