The green thirteen is a mandrill.
The so-called mandrill, human-like, with a red face, covered in red, blue, white, and black hair, runs like the wind in the mountains, and can break solid stones, and can tear tigers and leopards.
Older psychics can fight with the dragon without falling behind.
In the Yuan 6 world, the human life span is 1,000 years, and the life span of the mountain mandrill is 10,000 years.
The older the mandrill, the stronger the strength, and the thousand-year-old mandrill can be killed head-on with the spirit refiner.
The mandrill can't cultivate, and he doesn't understand the secret magic powers, but he is able to resist the wind, and his body is abnormally strong, and he can block spells and magic weapons.
In ancient times, mandrills were one of the great disasters of the human race, and the mandrill tribe often rushed out of the mountains, slaughtered the human cities, and killed countless people.
In this world, the Mandrill clan is completely decayed, and Qing Thirteen, he is now a dead soldier raised by an unknown force.
Dressed in a human skin made with a secret method, the eight-hundred-year-old Qing Thirteen huddled in the crowd.
The bonfire in front of him was swaying, and a whole sheep was roasted fragrantly on the fire.
But Qing Thirteen's attention was all on the surrounding crowd.
Saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, and the tall man beside him looked solid and should be a good prey.
If you can dig out his skull and eat his fragrant hot brain, what a blessing it is for a mandrill.
But with the task in mind, Qing Thirteen didn't dare to act rashly.
He sniffled, and there was a faint fishy smell in the air.
He was familiar with the smell, it was the smell of Qing Eleven and Qing Twelve.
The three of them were assigned to a group from an early age and underwent rigorous training.
Whether it is murder and arson, slaughter and extermination, they are all capable partners.
Suddenly, a hint of uneasiness came from my heart.
Qing 13 stood up and looked at the dark mountains and forests around him.
Mandrills are spirits condensed by mountains, they are born to travel against the wind, and they are more familiar with the mountains and forests than other intelligent creatures.
On weekdays, Qing 13 can feel the joys, sorrows and sorrows of those big trees, plants and trees, hidden in the mountains and forests, he can have a sense of security to return to his mother's womb.
But tonight, the trees suddenly felt alienated from them.
It's like a couple of men and women in love, as long as either of them suddenly has some subtle transformation.
The other party will immediately have some kind of subtle sense.
Qing Thirteen's feeling is like this now.
The smell of the mountains and forests has become very strange and unpredictable.
He even had a strange feeling that the mountains and forests, which brought him infinite security on weekdays, had betrayed him and his companions.
His nose pumped hard.
All around is the fragrant, good-smelling smell of human flesh.
Those big men who are full of blood and blood.
Those greedy hunters.
Qing Thirteen really wants to kill them all and then eat their brains.
These big men smell of sweat and smell of feet.
There are also people who eat a lot of garlic and green onions, and the strong smell that comes out.
These complex flavors are mixed together to make Qing Thirteen enjoy.
It is the taste of the people, the taste of the hot and delicious people.
But in the midst of this pungent, cloudy smell, suddenly a clear breath came.
Qing 13 turned around and looked at a few men who were walking by a bonfire more than thirty feet away.
Their appearance is very ordinary, the kind of ordinary faces that cannot be found in the crowd. their size Qing Thirteen stared at a big fat man who was amazingly fat.
The 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 are all heartily interpreting the essence of the term dead fat.
"Fatty" Qing Thirteen muttered under his breath.
"Yin Feifei, big fat man."
Qing Shiyi muttered to himself.
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That trace of clear breath came from the two petite men beside the dead fat man.
Their faces were the appearance of ordinary men, and their clothes were ordinary coarse cloth suits, but the smell of their bodies was clear and soft, and they were two women.
As the mandrill people, who have been the staple food of humans for generations, their sensitivity to human breath has reached a certain perverted realm.
Give Qing Thirteen a hair, he can tell whether the hair belongs to a man or a woman, an old man or a child, the hair on the top of his head or under his crotch from a distance of more than ten miles.
The human skin on their bodies, made of secret methods, suddenly swelled and exploded, and the Qing Thirteen and the three roared in a low voice, and their original bodies jumped out of the narrow and aggrieved human skin.
The three heads are covered in red hair, one foot and two feet tall, the body is as strong as a stone statue carved from mountain rock, and the muscles and bones are knotted like a ghost's mandrill roaring in the sky.
Countless hunters around them, who were tempted by serious injuries, broke into the mountains and forests to chase and kill Yin Xue Ge and his party screamed, how could they ever see such a terrifying alien race Qing Thirteen grabbed the big man he was eyeing just now with his claws, opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit him the head, sucking the hot brain in his skull clean.
"Yin Xue Ge, don't run away when I see you" The three-headed mandrill jumped into the air, and rushed towards the transformed Yin Xue Song with a gust of wind.
They locked onto Yin Feifei, the big fat man with the most distinct target, and their long and powerful claws grabbed Yin Feifei's head fiercely.
Killing Yin Xue Ge, as a dead soldier raised by that unknown great force, their status can be promoted to one level.
Now they only eat human flesh once a month, but after they are promoted to the next level, they can eat human flesh three times a month.
For the mandrill clan, any freedom and the like are bullshit, and being able to eat human flesh is the greatest happiness in the world.
Yin Feifei turned his head in horror and watched blankly as the three red-haired monsters pounced on him.
Mandrills fly against the wind, and they fly incredibly fast, this is their natural supernatural power, even faster than the master who is thunderous and flies through the clouds and fog.
Qing Thirteen and the three of them were ferocious, they flew into the air, and their claws scratched everywhere they passed, shattering the heavenly spirit covers of dozens of people, and the plasma and brains spilled out indiscriminately with their vigorous swaying, and there was a thick smell of blood in the air.
"Wood Killing" Yin Xue Ge glanced back at Qing Thirteen and them, and the grass and trees in the mountains and forests just now had already given him a warning.
The existence of Qing Thirteen has long been sung by Yin Xue.
That cold, evil aura came from the creatures similar to the three of them.
The three-headed mandrill swooped in the air, and Yin Xue Ge did not hesitate to cast a chaotic wood kill.
In this messy wood killing, he also mixed in a little bit of Taoist charm.
The surrounding heaven and earth vitality was poured into the roots and grass stems that he mobilized, and he quickly followed some mysterious method to transform the attributes of these roots and grass stems.
Tree roots and grass stems have become more flexible, many times more flexible than steel wire.
Countless thick grass roots and slender grass stalks shot out, like a large net trapping the three-headed mandrill inside.
With a wave of his sleeve, thirty-six flying knives slashed down at the three-headed mandrill with a dazzling blue light.
Fleeing all the way, these days, Yin Xue Ge is not just running away.
He also used some refining methods to transform these magic weapons.
These knives have become heavier, sharper, tougher, and more than double their overall power.
The sword light roared, accurately hitting the vital points around Qing Thirteen.
In the miserable howl, the eyes of the three-headed mandrill were pierced by Yin Xue Ge's flying knife.
But beyond that, the throwing knives fell on the mandrills, and there was only a dull crashing sound that made them cry out in pain, and they couldn't penetrate their heavy fur.
"Mandrill" Yin Xue Ge looked at the three big guys who tore open the painting skin and jumped out in shock.
In his memory, he faintly had the impression of such a creature.
The darling of the mountains and forests, the creatures condensed by the veins of the mountains and the earth.
They can't cultivate, they can't live forever, but they are strong and strong, and they have a natural ability to fly against the wind.
In the extremely ancient times, the Yuan 6 world was still a time when a hundred flowers were blooming and there were countless cultivation schools contending, and there were often powerful people who raised mandrills to act as gatekeepers or mountain patrol wrestlers.
I didn't expect that today, he would still be able to deal with the Mandrill clan.
Qing Thirteen's eyes were destroyed, and they were hit by heavy flying knives, although they couldn't break their fur, but the violent collision still made them scream in pain.
Their sharp, huge claws scratched at the ground, and soon several huge dirt pits were clawed.
When their claws collide with the hard rocks underground, countless sparks burst out.
The thousands of hunters around were stunned for a moment, they were startled by the mandrill at first, but soon they looked at Yin Xuege and his party strangely.
The bounty of millions of gold, the endless glory and wealth enjoyed by ten generations of children and grandchildren, all this makes these people's brains crazy.
"Song of the Snow" "Doesn't look like it" "They must have changed their heads.
I've heard that there is a kind of human skin mask that can give people a makeover. ” "Whether it's or not, just catch them.
It is better to kill 10,000 by mistake than to let go of one. ” "Kill them, kill them" The men whispered at first, but soon they were shouting loudly at the same time.
"Kill Yin Xue Ge and take the reward money."
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"Kill the Yin Snow Song and enjoy the glory and wealth."
"Kill the Yin Snow Song, Kill the Yin Snow Song, Kill the Yin Snow Song" The sound of slogans finally converged into a terrifying wave, and I don't know who struck first, and at least a thousand strong bows and crossbows around them shot at Yin Xue Ge and his party at the same time.
Thousands of arrows of different quality whizzed in, turning into a black curtain and enveloping them solidly.
"Idiot" Miao Tianjie is a little dizzy these days, he still hasn't figured out how he became a traitor to the Law Sect for some reason, and why he suddenly followed Yin Xue Ge on this road of no return He had never been able to figure out the twists and turns inside.
Isn't the Lan family very good to Yin Xue Ge Lan Lan is also considerate to Yin Xue Ge, he even thought that Yin Xue Ge and Lan Lan would make up a pair.
To be continued. “”: