An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

Holding a small piece of material cut from the complete bloodline token, he easily abducted the young iron-eating beast.

Riding a bear for the first time in his life, an iron-eating beast that would be extremely valuable to future generations, inevitably made Zhang Ke feel a little strange.

Naturally, just with the speed of the big cat's movement, the sun above their heads gradually began to set, and the pair of one person and one bear could not get out of this dense mountain forest.

Therefore, Zhang Ke also encountered some minor troubles along the way.

He, a young man exuding fresh and sweet blood, naturally became a coveted sacrifice by some spirits in the forest.

Don't think that the monsters are just lowly people.

Although there are certain geographical restrictions on the spread of news between them, it is not much slower than the Internet of Everything in later generations. Often, things that happen hundreds or thousands of miles away will be communicated by some channels without having to stay overnight. Obtained by those with special talents.

Then, in one way or another, spread it out.

Naturally, Zhang Ke, a foreigner who had never offered sacrifices but swaggered away from their territory as if he was no one's land, was on the hunting list.

It doesn't matter if there is no offering, his fresh flesh and blood is the best tribute!

Therefore, along the way, Zhang Ke met many people who came to his door.

Some suddenly jumped out of the bushes and rushed towards him, or some tried to use magic to charm him and make him commit suicide. Some even turned into ragged, weak women, using their hands from a distance. The crying tone asked him for help, hoping to be taken by a strong man to get out of the mountains and forests.

As for the reward? Although the other party took out a piece of gold nugget the size of a fist, you can tell what the real price is by looking at the skirt that can't even cover your legs!

Unfortunately, she was too impatient.

Before anyone could let their guard down, they showed their fangs.

As a result, nature became the victim of the iron-eating beast, along with the spirits that jumped out on the road. Most of them were casually bitten to death by the iron-eating beast and used as food. The few who needed to trouble Zhang Ke were eventually killed. Store it and use it as a snack for subsequent feeding.

It's a pity that later on, the ghosts in the mountains got wind of it and could never be seen again.

As for those unconscious little monsters, not only Zhang Ke had no interest in them, but even the iron-eating beasts had lost their appetite.

In the past, it would certainly not have been so lazy.

Although the iron-eating beast looks a bit funny and cute, it is still a serious bear, and its bloodline also carries the ferocity inherited from ancient times, and its diet is mostly meat.

However, there is always a gap between ideal and reality.

Although the iron-eating beast likes to eat meat, it can't stand it because it doesn't run fast, has a naive temperament, and is too lazy to move when it's hungry, unless it makes it urgent.

This leads to the fact that it is difficult for ordinary iron-eating beasts to carry out large-scale hunting in the wild. On weekdays, they can only bully small gadgets that are as bulky and easy to bully as it is, such as bamboo rats and the like.

Although the one under Zhang Ke has become a spirit, it has only expanded its diet to reach the hunting range of normal bears. As for the monsters that have also become spirits, they still cannot catch up with others, and even He will be turned upside down and played with some fascinating magic tricks.

As expected of Gungun, who almost killed himself.

But now, after being fed by Zhang Ke, it no longer despises ordinary food in the mountains and forests.

I can obviously open my mouth and wait to be fed, so why should I hunt by myself? ~Plan pass jpg

Fortunately, it is still awake to some extent, and there is a principle that only those who pay will be rewarded. Otherwise, Zhang Ke would have to consider bringing it into the trial and let its ancestors educate it on the principle of living under the fence.

So, the second half was uneventful.

With his hands free, Zhang Ke leaned against the warm fur and slowly closed his eyes.

In a daze, the iron-eating beast beneath him was faded, and the surrounding environment was also changing rapidly:

Under the bright sun in the sky, the mountains are stacked up, and the thin mist with strange colors floats among the lush vegetation. In the mountains and forests, you can see animals on the ground and frightened birds everywhere.

More subtly, among the lush tree canopy and among the fallen leaves underground, some venomous insects can be vaguely seen. Snakes are actively crawling around, either hunting or escaping.

At the same time, Nanman men wearing bows and arrows and scimitars were marching through the mountains and forests. Their faces were visible to the naked eye in panic, and the black coats they wore were scratched and scratched, and they were white. The swelling squeezed the scratches, exposing them to the air.

Zhang Ke could see their mouths opening and closing, but couldn't hear clearly what these people were saying.

And behind the forest path where they hurriedly left, some vague black shadows flashed away.

When he just wanted to see those shadows clearly, the surrounding environment suddenly changed. The next moment, he appeared in a temple again, transformed into a clay sculpture on the altar table, looking down at the skinny figure below with an indifferent expression. figure.

It is different from the past situation where I was imprisoned in CG and unable to move.

Zhang Ke can clearly feel the almost non-existent sense of restraint. As long as he is willing, he can break the shackles of the statue in an instant and move around in the outside world. But at the same time, this inexplicable dream will be torn apart by him. It will crack, and then the real body will naturally wake up.

Helpless, he could only continue to obey the dream and see what changes would happen next.

Moreover, Zhang Ke was also quite curious about the cause of this dream.

Before this, the oldest time he set foot in was the Warring States Period, but Zhang Ke's activity track in the Warring States Period was almost non-existent, and there was no ripple in the timeline there, let alone the more ancient period. The Shang and Zhou dynasties.

Since there is no source, how did the other party guide him so clearly through some kind of sacrifice?

Then the screen continued to flow.

He saw a skinny old man put on colorful clothes, and after putting a ferocious bull-head mask on his face, he started an ancient dance.

It's just that he's too old.

The rotten body could not support the twisting movements required for dancing, and it began to intermittent after a while. Along with his stiff movements, Zhang Ke also flickered frequently like a circuit with poor contact.

Fortunately, the loud drum beat sounded at this time.

Praise and sincere singing came from outside the temple, and at the same time, dozens of young figures in Zhang Ke's eyes began to dance, and the connection that maintained his existence was not severed.

At the same time, the large incense from outside the temple also surged towards the location of the temple, trying to integrate into the statue through the index of sacrifice.

But was rejected!

And Zhang Ke did it on purpose, but because of these statues.

Although the materials are of high quality and the skills of the craftsmen who made them are high enough, and each statue is lifelike and blessed by many spells, it lacks the most important part: aura!

To use the terminology of later generations, it means pretending to be dirty!

Installing the viscera refers to a newly made statue of a god. Craftsmen usually leave an opening in the back for the Taoist priests/monks to put jewelry, gold, silver, scriptures and other objects into it to install symbolic internal organs and spiritual consciousness on the statue. , a step that gives life.

In this way, the statue of the god can be complete and can contain a little bit of the aura of the immortal god or the ancestor.

A statue that lacks this step is like a human being with an empty body. Without the drive of the soul, it is just a mass of flesh and blood. The difference is that the statue is made of clay or stone and will not easily decay, but it will also not decay. What role does it play.

Of course, some mountain spirits and wild monsters who are successful in spiritual practice will also do what Li Daimozhi did, get into the statues themselves, and use them as organs to imbue them with spiritual light.

Therefore, they will gain a trace of the original personality of the gods, and if there is a steady stream of incense to worship at this time, as long as the time is long enough, it is not an unrealistic dream to refine the false and become the true!

However, this kind of thing, which has not gone through formal procedures and cannot be recognized by heaven, earth, or the human court, is generally called a silver temple. If it is discovered in later generations, it will be the target of annihilation!

However, in the era of this copy, there was no such statement.

Similarly, due to the sacrifices of various branches of the human race, a large number of acquired strange gods were able to rise. Until the Qin and Han Dynasties began to decline, by the time Zhang Tianshi cut down the mountains and destroyed the temples, they had completely declined and were included in the heretics that everyone would fight.

Similarly, as a substitute, Zhang Ke, due to the weak connection, did not dare to condense the meaning given to the statue itself. Naturally, he could not replace it, and the incense would not be integrated into the statue and be obtained by him. .

He just watched helplessly as the old man who presided over the ceremony could no longer maintain the ceremony after his physical strength and mana were finally exhausted.

And just before the ceremony was about to break, Zhang Ke took the initiative and grabbed a handful of the incense floating around. The next moment, he completely woke up.

When he opened his eyes again, there were no temples or statues anywhere, except for Gungun, who was lying down underneath him, with his huge cat head buried in his arms, looking around for it.

Dumbfounded, he pushed the glutton away from his arms, with magic power surging in his hands.

The next moment, the iron-eating beast that looked like a small elephant shrank rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a small dumpling with long arms, which was held by Zhang Ke in his arms.

Looking at the blank look in his eyes, Zhang Ke divided the remaining part of the bloodline token he bought earlier into four, took out one section and stuffed it into Tuanzi's arms.

Seeing this, the little guy stopped moving immediately, and obediently held a red and green bamboo joint and started to eat it.

Listening to the "click-click" sound in his arms, Zhang Ke narrowed his eyes slightly: "These days, can any of the Sanmiao tribe survive?"

Sanmiao, also known as Youmiao, was called Jiuli in ancient times and is a branch of Yanbu.

But with the defeat of the Battle of Zhuolu, Chi You and Feng Boyu Shi and all the Jiuli strongmen died, and Jiuli was forced to fall apart, the largest part of which was Youmiao.

As for why Zhang Ke was surprised, the reason must be attributed to Youmiao's strong desire to seek death.

Originally, the defeat of Chi You and Jiuli had brought an end to this battlefield. Although Youmiao was driven out and exiled, he survived like the defeated tribes in the past and was protected by the human race.

But Youmiao is not convinced!

Then, during the reign of Yao, some Miao rebelled, and Yao sent troops to conquer them. They fought in Danshui and defeated Youmiao. During the reign of Yu, Youmiao refused to accept the offer, and Yu fought with Youmiao again. From then on, Youmiao disappeared from historical records. Since then, there is no trace of Youmiao's activities in historical records.

And in order to commemorate Youmiao's tenacious character, "Historical Records Volume 1: The First Chronicle of the Five Emperors" even named him as the Four Sins together with Huandou, Gonggong, and Gun.

In this way, you should understand why Zhang Ke was amazed.

Even though he was killed repeatedly, he could still save one of the seedlings. It’s not too much to give a few to the kings!

As for the Shao Miao and other tribes that later generations called Chi You the ancestor, they contain the blood of the San Miao, but they are not much different.

It can't be said that Shaomiao's side is not much better than that of Zhongyuan.

There are Wuhu, Five Dynasties, Yuan and Qing in the Central Plains. Although there are many, there are always more orthodox ones.

But there has never been a peaceful life for Shaomiao. The Tubo, Qiang and Nanman people are constantly fighting. In addition, the so-called mountain god masters are able to maintain their own heritage, unlike other ancient countries. It is not easy to disappear into the long river of history, so we cannot expect too much.

As for bloodline, all the Kyushus in later generations will look the same, so don’t laugh at the second brother.

After understanding the origin of the other party and the origin of this sacrifice, Zhang Ke was silent for a while.

Although it can be said that the Miao family deserved to end up like this, and being able to extend their bloodline to Jiuzhou can be regarded as a mercy of all the kings.

However, in the human race, having seedlings is a sin!

Zhang Ke would not say much about the human king's crusade against the genocide. After all, before this, the teacher had given repeated orders not to allow him to participate in the succession of human kings, let alone try to change his numerology.

But what are those weird gods?

How dare you! ! !

The disguise of the transmutation was torn apart in an instant, and the black eyes were filled with scarlet blood.

The surrounding mountains and forests, which were originally agitated, suddenly became dead silent!

The twinkling stars in the sky also quickly pulled in large dark clouds to obscure his figure, leaving only a bright moon, emitting a hazy light.

In a more distant area, dozens of gazes came in a hurry, and then left in a hurry.

‘Aren’t you here to seek revenge? There seems to be something wrong with this posture! ’

‘You feel something’s wrong too, right? ’

‘How about another wave? Don't get beaten up by the juniors when the time comes. It'll be hard on your face, right? ’

'Let's rise, let's rise. The main body is also ready, in my opinion.'

Dragon scales gradually formed on Zhang Ke's neck, the bones in his body exploded, and there seemed to be ten thousand rats running around under his skin.

If he's not angry, there's really nothing to be angry about.

Wasn't it just that Jiuli was exterminated, and he was spied on again? What a big deal!

What is there that you can’t sit down and have a good chat about?

As the information in the captured incense was completely digested, a second red line of cause and effect emerged from his fingers and pointed far to the southwest.

The next moment, Zhang Ke's figure disappeared into the dense mountain forest.

At the same time, the players who didn't know what happened looked at the scarlet warning that reappeared on their retinas and felt an inexplicable chill on their backs.

Boss, don't get promoted. If you go on, it will turn from virtual to real. This stream of you will replace the main line!

The Kyushu players who had hoped for the method of hope looked desperately at the sky that was mottled with blood, and the Shang and Zhou generals who suddenly separated and led their armies back to their camps, and swallowed hard.

The golden crow sinks in the west.

With the arrival of twilight, the village, which is located in the mountains, was soon enveloped in deep and rich darkness. Only the faint light of fire told the outside that this place was not deserted.

The bonfire that had been burning all day was now only a small ball. Even if others kept filling it with dry wood, the flames were gradually shrinking irreversibly.

The swaying light reflected the figures around him as if they were strange.

Nights in the mountains have always been desolate and biting, especially tonight, when the mountain wind was different from the past and it was even more biting. The huge shadows vaguely flashing outside the village and the thin whispers seemed to urge people to leave quickly. , went back to the house and fell asleep with his head covered.

Although the young children were carried back to the house by their mothers and eldest sisters early on, most of the people left here were the young and middle-aged people in the village, as well as the elderly middle-aged and old people.

But in this weird and quiet environment, I still couldn't help but shiver.

If you say you are not afraid, that would be a lie.

But compared to going back to the house to sleep, they need to hold on to the bonfire in front of them, and they also need to hold on to the last glimmer of hope in their hearts.

After all, Wu Qiang supported his dilapidated body and held another grand ceremony during the day!

The result was disappointing as always, but no one blamed Meng Zhou because they were already used to no response.

The abandonment of the ancestors, the harsh criticism of the strange gods, the seemingly good-natured acceptance of the surrounding villages, the sparse output in the fields, and the prey that escapes in advance every time. Survival is difficult enough, what else is there to complain about?

What's more, after the great sacrifice, with Wu's body, I don't know if he can still see the sun tomorrow.

And witches are already the only hope for their village to survive in this harsh mountain.

Instead of waiting for the disaster to come and die hastily in your sleep, it is better to hold on through the night. Even if it is unfortunate, when the village is breached, you can always wield your sword and arrows and repay the kindness of the village and the witch with your last bloody courage. !

And in this tense and decisive atmosphere, someone suddenly noticed that the bonfire in front of them lit up for a moment, so he screamed.

The reckless and guilty man didn't wait for the leader's rebuke. He saw the brothers beside him approaching the bonfire one after another. Looking at the flames that gradually burned and grew bigger, there were countless gasping sounds all around him.

Then, someone asked:

"It seems like I haven't heard those strange teeth-grinding sounds for a while?"

"The wind has stopped for a while. It's such a weird situation. How could they stop?"

"Where did the fog come from?"

Hearing this, people turned their heads to look at it.

Yes, where did the fog come from?

Even if it is cold at night in the mountains, water vapor condenses and fog easily rises, but how did the fog condense due to such a violent mountain wind?

Moreover, some tribesmen who were far away from the campfire clearly felt that the cold night suddenly became warmer.

Meng Zhou, who huddled up in the cold in the temple, was suddenly startled when he heard the conversation outside.

The thin body suddenly opened up the quilt on his body and staggered to the door. Through the silent night, he looked at the deep fog that enveloped the village and was stunned for a moment.

Then he closed his eyes in disbelief, and opened them again the next moment, with hot tears already surging in his cloudy eyes.

My eyes were sore and my throat was so choked.

How many years!

Only the witches in the village had heard about the strange fog in front of him in a few words orally passed down from generation to generation, but now it appeared in front of him.

Dream? True?

The old and decayed body straightened up for the first time in a long time.

The dying fire between his brows suddenly became a little more intense. His mouth, which had been stuck together due to dryness and silence for a long time, was torn open, and his trembling vocal cords let out a subtle cry: "Ancestor——"

There was no answer in the heavy fog, but the trembling ground beneath his feet gave him a reply.

"What are you looking at?"

The thick fog that filled the mountains suddenly tore apart, followed by a loud and thunderous sound, followed by a big hand falling from the sky.

The tiger, who originally stood on the top of the mountain and was surrounded by a group of monsters, looked at the falling clouds with a confused and helpless expression.

"I, I didn't look at you either!"

In the trembling sound, thousands of monsters around them rushed up to the sky like crazy, but they shattered into pieces with just a touch, turning into thin evil spirits and disappearing into the air.

And the next moment, the tiger, who had no way to hide, was caught by big hands, and the violent wind made its skin and flesh hurt. The pair of bloody suns approaching in front of them, and the bottomless abyss, made the big cat even more frightened: "God, God, the worms on the left mountain drink from the spring and eat their breath, and their meat is tender; the peach trees and fruits on the right mountain are sweet; unfortunately, I have sour meat, smelly hair, and a belly full of filth. Don't pollute your mouth!" "