An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

Perhaps Xiqu turned a deaf ear to his own persuasion. He lowered his head and charged forward to continue killing the monsters who had given up the idea of ​​fighting the autumn wind and were running around. This move angered the man hiding behind the sandstorm.

The next moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared in the sandstorm, and then disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Xiqu.

Looking closely, what was wrapped in golden light turned out to be a small halberd of red gold color, more than three inches in size.

If you look at it normally, a gaudy, gold-like thing like this would definitely be the favorite thing of the young master in a wealthy family, and it would be a treasure that you want to hold together when you fall asleep.

But in this situation, this small halberd represents more than just a toy.

Although it is small, the cold aura lingering on it is not ordinary.

Even Xiqu, who had always paid little attention to this world and the desolate Western Region, opened his eyes wide at this time, adjusted his body slightly and chose to use his hind limbs to meet the weapon coming straight towards him.

Although all over the body, Rhinoceros is stronger than the cow bones on its forehead and a pair of huge horns spread out like tree branches, but for all living beings, no matter what race, the forehead is a vital point, let alone this small halberd. It seems to be filled with golden energy, and it seems to use sharpness to hurt people, but the demon is cunning, who knows what insidious things the other party hides here.

It's not a gambling monster.

There is no need to risk your own life to try your luck. It would be fine if you win, but if something unexpected happens, it will be too much.

In contrast, although the hind limbs do not have hard bones and only have fur as a layer of defense, the bloodline passed down from ancient times has rough skin and thick flesh. What's more, Xiqu is originally from the cattle tribe, and its skin and flesh are thicker than ordinary ones. Add some thickness.

Having a small weapon inserted behind his back is not a hindrance to Xiqu, not to mention that if something goes wrong, he can discard it at will. It's just a little bit of flesh on the left and right, and he can leave it alone for more than a month. It can also fill back the vacant flesh and blood.

The next moment, a small halberd appeared.

In just a blink of an eye, the outer layer of hair was broken, and after a few breaths were blocked, the thick cowhide could not withstand the sharp cutting of gold and was torn apart, almost the entire halberd was not penetrated. Xiqu's hind limbs were finally blocked by the leg bones.

The sharp sting and the spurting blood made Xiqu groan.

"Boom!"

The sharp tip of the halberd was inserted into the leg bone, and the sharp tip even left a white spot on it. The sound echoed between its hind limbs, causing Xiqu to feel weak.

And the being hidden in the sandstorm also sneered.

I won't listen to you even if I say something nice to you, and I will do something if you have to force me to do so.

But now that your true and falsehood has been tested, we definitely can no longer resolve this matter as easily as before.

At any rate, he is somewhat famous in the two states of Guasha. Even looking at the entire Western Region, if he went to a cave elsewhere, he would still be a guest. How could he bear to be looked down upon by this sudden intruder, let alone Among the monsters killed by Xiqu, there are many spirits under its protection. If this matter goes unchecked, what will the spirits in the cave think of it, and how will new spirits come to seek refuge in the future?

It tried to use magic power to connect the small halberd, but it found that the barbarian bull used too much force, and the entire small halberd was stuck deep in the flesh and could not move.

The connection between himself and Xiao Ji through magic power was like a mud cow entering the sea, without any movement.

But what if I can’t take it back?

Even though the land in the Western Region is a little barren, how can he become a demon king who is galloping around without having a few handy gadgets in his hand?

As a result, there were a few more dazzling golden lights in the sandstorm.

But at this time, Xiqu's eyes were burning with anger.

Hiding in a sandstorm, hurting the cow with a hidden halberd?

Okay, okay, if I don't give you some clues, you really don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has.

The next moment, Xiqu raised its front hooves and spoke softly. Suddenly a red-gold rope came loose from its front hooves, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared into the sandstorm.

Then, those dazzling golden lights in the sandstorm disappeared one after another.

At the same time, an angry roar came from the distant sandstorm, which was also mixed with the sound of weapons being swung and hitting, but it quickly subsided.

Then, not long after, Xiqu saw a strong Hu man who was tied up with ropes all over his body and was dragged to it.

Although he looks like a strong man on the outside, Xiqu can smell the strong monster aura on the opponent without even looking at it. But what kind of monster this strong man is, Xiqu can't tell. .

After all, it has magical powers and spells that can be used on both eyes in its bloodline inheritance.

In fact, this is normal. Transformation is a trend that gradually emerged among the monsters and spirits after the establishment of Kyushu. After all, the human race at that time had already stabilized their status as the parent of the world, and imitating their appearance could bring a lot of convenience to the monsters.

Not only are there some conveniences in practice, but there is also a slight improvement in the success rate of breeding.

After all, the demon clan is no ordinary creature or animal.

When ordinary creatures acquire spiritual intelligence, they seem to transcend their original race and become a brand new independent individual. Although there is no reproductive isolation from the original ethnic group, it is far from feasible to imagine having three children a year and raising the next generation in three or five children as in the past.

It's okay to be a little monster.

If one can completely transform and even grow to the level of a demon king, then one can truly realize the heaven and earth's targeting of the breeding of extraordinary races. After decades or hundreds of years of hard work, one child may not be born, and every child will be born. The fetus is just like the human race, it can only give birth to one.

Fortunately, otherworldly individuals among the human race also have similar situations, which makes the demon race not too jealous.

Over time, due to the many conveniences that the human form can provide, transformation has become a must-pass threshold for every demon clan on their path to cultivation, and has also become a symbol of strength.

Not to mention, after transforming, the human form also broke down a layer of barriers for them, allowing demons and humans to intermarry.

Of course, after transforming, it will be easier for predators to fill their stomachs in human cities, but this has nothing to do with the entire demon clan.

In the ancient times when Xiqu's ancestors were active, except for the human race, everyone walked around in their true form. You could tell who you were just by looking at your appearance, and you had to use your magical powers to figure it out.

Even within the human race, there are many individuals who are hybrids of humans and gods and are born with different shapes. The warriors and leaders of those tribes are even more miraculous and extraordinary, and are completely different from ordinary human race people.

What's more, sometimes, you don't even need to see it with your own eyes.

If you are incompetent and see those majestic and stormy places from a distance, just stay away.

Avoiding the ropes on the strong man, Xiqu stepped on the opponent's head with his huge feet. Ignoring the resentful eyes, he lowered his head and asked, "Who are you?"

"hehe!"

The strong man sneered.

It's not like he defeated himself with real swords and guns, but just with the convenience of magic weapons.

If it had been born in that rich land, if it had some chance, how could it be captured so easily today? But if it were to be like those soft bones, it would be impossible to lower its posture and beg for mercy, let alone.

Before the strong man could think about it, the force of the stamp on his head suddenly became much heavier. Thousands of kilograms of force came down on him, causing pain on his forehead.

But Xiqu sneered at this time: "Don't tell?"

"It's okay if you don't say it. When you die, you will eventually reveal your true form. You will know when the time comes. If it is a thick-skinned person, you, Grandpa Niu, can just carry it to the city and let the soldiers cut it up. A bonfire party!”

Although the strong man had never heard of the connection between the bonfire parties, he could still understand the meaning after they separated.

Seeing that Xiqu was not joking, but was serious about it, he immediately panicked.

Although it is not a soft bone, there is no need to ruin your life just because of this little bit of rhetoric. It is not easy to practice to this point!

What's more, it sounds really unacceptable to be eaten by one's own menu.

But it wanted to speak, but Xiqu didn't want to listen.

"Please just strangle it to death!"

Xiqu is quite self-aware.

Under normal circumstances, this strong man is not an easy opponent, especially if he hides in the sandstorm without showing his aura. If there is no way to deal with it, if there are more small halberds, , intersects with it and hinders its movement, then it will definitely lose more in the end.

After all, this poor place in the Western Region is now so desolate that even underground water veins are difficult to find, and the water vapor that could be sensed in the past has been obscured by sandstorms.

But there is no if in reality.

Although it didn't have the ability to make trouble, but before it came out, my master generously gave it his magic weapon.

He had seen the ferocity of this thing with his own eyes.

In the Western Turks where the sea of ​​​​fire spread, those evil gods who were hiding from XZ were tied up with ropes and thrown into the sea of ​​​​fire and burned to death. Even when many evil gods joined forces to crusade later, this precious rope also played a huge role.

Although this strong man's secretive methods are much stronger than it, and he has magic weapons at his side, he can't compare to those beings hunted by the master.

It's a pity that you don't have a backstage!

Xiqu thought so.

The strong man who was stepped into the sand by it was already speechless at this time.

Although the Immortal Binding Suo has no intelligence, it can sense the thoughts in its owner's heart. Although its owner is not Xiqu, the truth is quite different.

After Xiqu gave the order, a rope head was stretched out from under the strong man's body, wrapped around the strong man's neck, and quickly tightened.

But the strong man couldn't even say a word, his mouth was choked and his eyes were crooked.

The golden rope quickly sank into the flesh and blood, strangulating the strong man on the spot!

As a head rolled in the yellow sand under his feet, the mana in the strong man's body was flowing away crazily, and many elements in his body were escaping. The originally burly and strong body gradually became unable to maintain its original shape, revealing its original shape.

It turned out to be a falcon.

But compared to the falcons that usually patrol high in the sky in search of food, the obviously large one in front of me is a bit surprising.

The length from the headless neck to the tail alone is nearly ten meters. If the wings are spread out, it can reach a huge size of nearly fifty meters. The feathers on the body are like small swords, reflecting the penetration of people. of cold light.

But these hard, sharp feathers are quickly losing their luster and softening, and in just a moment they become like ordinary bird feathers.

No wonder, the golden energy on the halberd is extremely sharp, it is an eagle, so it is easy to understand!

"Hey, he's still a furry animal. I'm going to have a big meal tonight, and I'll have a tooth festival!"

But Xiqu didn't care about this. His eyes were more focused on the falcon's torso, looking back and forth.

Alien beasts, no matter how they are corrected, their habits are destined to be that they prefer to feed on flesh and blood.

Although Xiqu's diet has undergone tremendous changes after being trained by Jifu and Zhang Ke, just because he can't eat people doesn't mean he can't eat other things.

As for the so-called false feelings of sadness over the death of a rabbit and a fox, you can't see it in Xiqu at all.

The demon clan has always believed in the law of the jungle!

Not to mention, from the bottom of his heart, Xiqu didn't think he could be in the same category as these future monsters. If it were a cow, it might hesitate for a while, but a furry newborn was not at all what it considered. Inside.

Thinking in his mind, Xiqu used the method of sound transmission to greet the soldiers in Yumen Pass.

Mr. Niu has taken down the enemy. Isn't it difficult for you to do some cleaning work on the battlefield?

What's more, it's not like the falcon can enjoy it alone. The intestines, tripe, and some scraps that Xiqu doesn't bother to chew are just thrown to these old soldiers to replenish their bodies.

Chi Jihu, who was far away in the city gate cave, his eyes brightened when he heard this, and he hurriedly called his soldiers to call for people inside the pass, while he personally went forward with his soldiers to welcome Uncle Niu who had returned in glory!

Yes, in the eyes of Chi Jihu and many other veterans of the Guiyi Army, Xiqu's status had been upgraded from a great demon to an uncle.

There is no way, this one is too brave!

As soon as I arrived, I received a big gift.

After this massacre, the demon clan around Yumen Pass has basically been eliminated. The remaining few have been revealed by Uncle Niu himself, which proves that our Guiyi Army really has someone to rely on, and it is not a bluff at least. We will not dare to break the border easily for decades.

If this person could show his face around a few more times like he did today, not to mention how many monsters would be slaughtered by him, but the number of children and women disappearing for no reason would be reduced. If the news spread to the Uighurs, it would also be possible. A little more fear, and after decades of cultivation, although it will not return to the time when the Anxi Army was still there, it should not be difficult to get closer to the time when the Guiyi Army was founded.

As for whether Xiqu can carry this banner, Chi Jihu is not worried at all.

Didn’t you hear what Uncle Niu said, it’s just a mount, but there’s a true god sitting behind it!

It's okay if these barbarians don't move, but if they move and lead to that person, Chi Jihu will just burst into laughter!

Speaking of which, there were so many happy things today that I even forgot to report this matter to the general.

Thinking of this, Chi Jihu hurriedly told the soldiers behind him to send scouts to the base camp to inform the general of the good news. Then, when the follow-up soldiers arrived, with more than two hundred soldiers, either pushing or The one who carried it forcefully carried it into Yumen Pass.

The city gate closed again.

Under the guidance of Xiqu, Yumen Guannai also started preparations for the bonfire party. Many Han children went to the barracks under the leadership of their parents. The adults helped boil water, remove hair and cut meat, and the children They are responsible for collecting the scattered feathers.

Don't look at this thing, it looks like rags in Xiqu's eyes.

But for the common people, the parts of a demon king are quite rare.

Although it was not processed in time and the death aura permeated the air, a lot of Lingyu's magical power was lost, but if it is made well, it can also become a good material, whether it is inlaid into armor as a lining to resist the enemy's chops in wartime. , it is also useful for making arrows.

Although it is somewhat wasted, it is not because there are not so many strange people in the Guiyi Army. If it is handed over to foreigners, it is not safe, so just waste it!

As a new distinguished guest, Xiqu naturally had no need to stay outside and watch such dirty things as plucking hair and cutting flesh.

At Chi Jihu's invitation, it was taken to the center of the camp.

Here, there are several tables and chairs put together to form a huge table, which is filled with fumigated dried meat, dried fruits, pastries, and even a huge porcelain vat filled with turbid liquid. The smell of wine permeates the air. in the air.

"The humble house is simple and crude, not enough to welcome you. Please don't blame me, Mr. Xiqu!"

Guard Chi Jihu, who used to be quite serious in the past, was now smiling and following Xiqu flatteringly.

"It doesn't matter, as long as it can satisfy your appetite!"

Xiqu said nonchalantly.

Rather than enjoying it, why not stay in the Dragon Palace?

Although the food it eats is definitely not as good as the banquet in the main hall of the Dragon Palace, it is not comparable in the ordinary world, both in terms of materials and skills.

And compared to the delicious food, Xiqu benefited more from the boasts and compliments of Chi Jihu and the surrounding soldiers.

The compliments came like a tide, making Xiqu feel drunk even before he drank.

The people here are nice to talk to and all are talented people. He likes it here very much!

As the night got darker, the sandstorm that had been roaring all day gradually subsided, revealing a sky full of stars. The bright moonlight fell, and the yellow sand on the ground made it possible to see clearly at night.

After half a day's preparation, all the preparations were in place, and now only the preparation was left, but after all, it was the flesh and blood of the Demon King, and it would take a long time for the mortal flames to make it.

However, Xiqu didn't care about this.

At the same time, in a cave more than two hundred miles away from Yumen Pass.

In a slightly gloomy environment, a skinny figure with almost all his hair was leaning on a stone-carved throne. On both sides stood numerous strange-looking monsters with animal heads on their heads.

In the silent atmosphere, a cold and chilling atmosphere quietly filled the cave.

Below, on the wide platform, a strong but slightly unreal figure was kneeling on the ground, sobbing and crying.

If Xiqu were here, he would definitely recognize that this sturdy figure was the falcon demon king that was strangled by it.

However, Xiqu's methods were not very complete after all, and coupled with his negligence, he was suddenly escaped by the soul of the falcon and went to find his own backer.

"Father, you must avenge me!" "I don't know where the barbarian bull came from. As soon as it came up, it slaughtered the demon clan under my grandson's subordinates wantonly. Out of friendship with the demon clan, Sun My son also said some words of peace, but who would have thought that that thing would just refuse to listen to dissuasion, and would also yell at my grandson to beat him and kill him!"

"He had no choice but to fight with him. Originally, he had the upper hand, but who would have thought that the guy suddenly took out his magic weapon and captured him immediately, and then separated his body. At this time, Sun My son is covered in flesh and blood, and I am afraid that he has entered the mouth of that wild bull and become a creature of reincarnation. Father, I hate it, I hate it!"

Humans are born from parents, and demons naturally have their own parents.

However, the falcon is a bird of prey after all. Even after becoming a demon clan, it will not change to Japan. The relatives are not very enthusiastic. It can only be said that they are better than strangers.

Moreover, the parents of the Falcon Demon King are a bit weaker than itself.

Even if they are willing to avenge themselves, going to find the wild cow is just giving the other party extra food. It is far better to go a little further to ask for their grandfather.

Its grandfather is one of the most powerful demon kings in the Western Region!

You must know that their clan was not originally a local monster in the Western Region. It was just that the Uighur Khanate was destroyed by the Tang Dynasty. These monsters who were originally enshrined were incense and intimidated by the newly rising Khitan clan. I had no choice but to follow the Uighurs and settle down in the Western Region.

The once king of eagles on the grasslands can now only dominate the Western Region. Times have really changed.

But from beginning to end, the figure above was indifferent to the strong man's cries.

Descendants?

It has given birth to so many descendants in this life, this one is nothing, not to mention that this one is not the most effective at the moment. It is really unwise to take revenge for him!

With this example, if everyone continues as usual in the future, then it will be too busy to death?

But when it waited for the strong man to lift the immortal rope, it couldn't help it any longer. A pair of sharp eyes were cast down, making the strong man tremble and almost dare not speak. It also looked at the other monsters in the cave who were as silent as a cicada.

Since he easily captured and killed a demon king with just one magic weapon, and was involved with the Guiyi Army left behind by the Tang Dynasty, the water below must not be shallow, and it would be unreasonable to provoke such an enemy.

But then again.

Such a magic weapon that can easily capture the demon king must have more power than a good-for-nothing descendant like me can see.

If it can get this magic weapon and have the help of the treasure, how many people in this Western Region would dare to stab it?

Having conquered those old rivals in the past, isn’t it the one that has the final say in this Western Region?

The demon clan that controls the Western Region is second. The key is to have this deterrence. How can the human race in the Western Region bow to them if they don't accept their heads? If it can be enshrined by the surrounding humans and absorb the incense faith, then its speed of practice will definitely be greatly accelerated. Although it does not have a formal inheritance, it will suffer from excessive incense, but these are just trivial details.

With the support of a large amount of incense, it won't take long for it to reach its limit. With the help of the treasure, it will be more certain to survive the disaster. If it really survives the thunder disaster set by the heaven for the demon clan, wouldn't it be possible to refine the fake one? Really, go to heaven and get a position as a heavenly official?

Even if he fails, he can continue to be the demon king of the Western Regions and dominate. He will wait until the next five hundred years to try again. As long as he succeeds once, he will ascend to heaven.

In this way, not only are you freed from the pain of reincarnation in the six realms, but you no longer have to be constrained by your identity as a monster in the future.

Suddenly, its heart wavered.

Feeling the change in the atmosphere in the cave, the strong man was frightened, but he still held on to his courage and continued to confuse: "I don't know, uncle, that bull is not good at anything. He can only run rampant. If it weren't for the magic weapon of the rope, my grandson would be able to do it alone." You can also capture it. With your grandson as a reminder, how can you capture a bull with ease?

When the time comes, I can kill the cow and seize the treasure, my great father."

Listening to these obviously encouraging words, the Bald Eagle King above shouted coldly: "Talk too much!"

"Yes, yes, my grandson talks too much, my grandson talks too much!"

As he spoke, the strong man raised his hand and whipped himself left and right without mercy.

It's a pity that he lacked a body after all. Although he could move around the world with the soul of the demon king, when his palm fell on his face, it was like a stone falling into water. Apart from some ripples, there was no sound at all.

Seeing this, the Eagle King directly stopped the strong man's useless move.

"Since you are my descendant, you represent my face. This foreign demon clan doesn't follow any rules. They kill you at will and eat your flesh and blood. There must be an explanation!"

"It's fine if it obediently hands over the thing. If it's unreasonable, I can't bear it, but I can only bury this descendant of the demon clan under the yellow sand!"

And listening to the cold voice of the Eagle King, the demon tribes below, who were holding a group of animal heads, spoke one after another: "The king is extremely benevolent. It is purely because of the bull's eyes. Please don't feel sad!"

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Amidst a crowd of compliments, the figure of the Eagle King disappeared from the cave.

The next moment, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the cave, and then a huge figure suddenly jumped up from the mountain, and then climbed into the sky. As its wings flapped, the wind surged on the ground, and the sandstorm that had just stopped came back again.

Tonight, the lights inside Yumen Pass are brightly lit.

Every household received meat that had been missing for a long time. Although it was only meat and organs, simmering it in a pot could make up for the lack of oil and water in the stomach.

What's more, the general said so.

The flesh and blood of the demon king is a great tonic. Not only can it increase qi and blood, but it can also make people's ears and eyesight clear. As for the fact that the flesh and blood of the demon king is difficult to stew with ordinary fire, this matter is not a problem at all in the eyes of the common people.

In the camp, it is difficult to stew flesh and blood thoroughly. This is because these meats will eventually be offered to the great master Xiqu, and they are worried that if other methods are used, the meat will lose its original taste.

However, what was distributed to the people were all undesirable waste and organs, and the people did not have so much to say.

The Western Region is barren, and most of the places with rich pastures for grazing cattle and sheep are in the hands of the Uighurs. Under the rule of the Guiyi Army, there are only a few pastures that are not valued by others, but the cattle and sheep there have to be eaten by the generals and nobles, even if they are The soldiers in the army have to eat one or two pieces of dried meat during the New Year and festivals, and they can only eat grains on weekdays.

Common people?

You may not even be able to have a bite of meat during the Chinese New Year, how about talking to them about the taste?

The flesh and blood are tight and difficult to stew?

It's simple. If you worship it in front of the Stove Lord for a while, the meat will naturally become loose, and the harmful ingredients in the flesh will be removed by the Stove Lord. Although it lacks a bit of flavor, it can be eaten with peace of mind.

Then cut off a few pieces and throw them into the stove. The strong stove fire will naturally stew the meat to maturity.

The Stove Lord is one of the few immortals who can cross thousands of miles of rivers and come to the Western Region to provide some convenience to the people.

But the signs of smoke from the kitchens in this house made the eyes of the Eagle King, who was coming in a storm, become colder and colder.

If you kill its descendants and use them to eat meat, you have thrown its face on the ground and trampled it. But after all, everyone has their own business, and there is not so much rhetoric. But this is not enough, and its descendants must be divided. What an outrageous bull to give to those lowly human races!

Fortunately, I had saved this guy's life before.

Now it seems that it is not too much to break the bones and spread the ashes!

Suddenly, there was an eagle cry in the sky, and then the huge body shrouded the dilapidated Jade Gate like a dark cloud, and behind it, a storm followed, rolling up yellow sand all over the sky.

The movement outside immediately aroused the vigilance of the soldiers on night duty.

A heavy bell rang throughout the city.

But even after hearing the sound, the soldiers in the camp were all excited and stood up subconsciously. However, after standing up, they all staggered and couldn't walk unsteadily, let alone go to the nearby tent to find their weapons.

This is also normal.

With Xiqu's movements during the day, the demon clan around Yumen Pass was almost wiped out, and a demon king was also killed. With such a threat, who would dare to attack the tiger without opening their eyes? Must?

As for the Uighurs, their relationship with the Guiyi Army has been relatively harmonious in recent decades, and there have not been even some minor conflicts, let alone wars.

The reduction of the double pressure naturally made the soldiers less prepared. Faced with the drinks that they usually drooled at, they naturally lacked some control, became greedy, and got drunk unintentionally.

Who would have thought that there would be such commotion in the middle of the night!

Even bells symbolizing enemy aggression were tolled.

But the soldiers were drunk, and Xiqu was completely fine. To it, the spirits of later generations were no different from spicy white water, let alone the turbid wine of the Guiyi Army.

Just when a group of soldiers were staggering around wearing armor and looking for weapons.

Xiqu's body that had been lying in front of the table suddenly stood up, took a few steps out of the camp, jumped from the inside of the city to outside the city wall in one fell swoop, and glanced at the rolling sandstorm in the distance. , it raised its head and looked up at the sky.

At just one glance, he saw the huge shadow like a dark cloud in the sky. Feeling the threat of being together for dozens of miles and making Niu feel uneasy, Xiqu opened his eyes.

Oooh, it seems like I'm out of luck!

Why did this damn idiot forget to kill everyone?

I went to visit the intensive care unit today. The doctor said that the sputum in the lungs was basically gone. Considering that repeated fevers are not necessarily the cause of pneumonia, they need to be investigated. If the diagnosis is successful, it can only be attributed to the central nervous system being injured during trauma. Then there is no way to think of a solution, which is too uncomfortable.