Beast Tamer: Super Lucky Starting Contract

The connection between this sacrificial bird and the Zhe Village is much deeper than outsiders think, otherwise how could a living monster easily become a sacrificial spirit.

A quick calculation revealed that this 鸩鸟 had lived for at least a thousand years, which was extremely long considering the lifespan of a spiritual-level monster.

But this kind of bird is not an immortal species. The reason is that the life of this sacrificial spirit and the people of Zhen Village are of the same origin, and it absorbs the life essence of the people of Zhen Village to maintain its lifespan.

In the early years, the frequency of offering blood and flesh in Zhi Village was more than ten times higher than it is now. After years of worship and eating blood and flesh, this monster actually developed a blood connection with the people of Zhi Village.

There was an ancestor in the village of Zhen who had a bold idea. He sacrificed the young girls in the tribe to have sex with the Zhen bird. It was unknown how many people died, but a "goddess" with a weird face was really born.

They believed that this was a revelation from the Great Wilderness, and when the goddess grew up, they would let all the men in the tribe have blood relations with her.

They created several goddesses like this, and after generation after generation, the people of the Zhen Village had more or less the blood of this Zhen bird flowing in their bodies.

The power of faith, the power of blood, and the sacrificial patterns formed a special transmission, and the bird was unknowingly able to plunder the life essence of the villagers without having to eat.

Of course, in order to satisfy its appetite, it will still come to eat. Even if these people are its descendants, it only regards them as slaves.

The life expectancy of the people in Zhen Village is significantly shorter than that in other villages. Except for the witch elders of each generation, few people can live beyond the age of thirty.

Of course, this鸩 bird also bestowed more poison, allowing the people of鸩 Village to gain stronger combat effectiveness in the wilderness.

This is a sad and helpless survival strategy, everything is just for the sake of inheritance and survival.

At this moment, as the people of Zhi Village collectively ate the pattern, the toxins in their blood began to take effect. Many people twisted on the ground, their bodies decayed, and turned into a pool of smelly pus.

As a direct descendant of the Zuniao bloodline, Wu Lao could still suppress some of the evil, but his face had been completely rotten, his two eyeballs had fallen from the loose skin, and his upper lip had a crack, making him look terrifyingly hideous.

But he was still praying with hope in his heart: "These monsters must be gifts from God. They are born with spiritual energy. If we sacrifice them to the Lord of Sacrifice, we will become more glorious and powerful, and all the beasts in the wilderness will submit to us..."

The young and middle-aged people in Xingshu Village took a few steps back at the scene; it was too horrifying and weird.

Even those who were brave didn't know what to do, because all the young and strong people in the village had died, leaving only the elderly, the weak, women and children, who were staring at them with hatred.

"That bird is alive and even more powerful!" someone cried out in panic.

The old 鸩 bird had lost a lot of feathers, and some places were bare. After the sacrifice in 鸩 Village, it flapped its wings and stood up. Dark green patterns appeared on the bird's body, which was a little darker than the original color of the body.

Under the veins, its injuries were reversed, its aura increased slightly, and it suddenly broke through to the intermediate spiritual level.

The bird looked over coldly, with an air of looking down upon the wilderness.

In fact, if Mo Xu still had some strength left, he could kill hundreds of these so-called "sacrificial spirits" in a single breath, and there was no chance for this useless monster that had practiced for a thousand years to reach the spiritual level to wreak havoc here.

Unfortunately, now they only have mortal bodies to deal with, and everyone in Xingshu Village feels a great sense of oppression when facing real monsters.

Xijing looked at the quiver behind Mo Xu. The heavy bow had been covered in dust for a long time. There were only nine arrows left, which had been used up. Next, he had to rely on physical combat.

The most terrifying thing is not the strength of the 鸩鸟, but its venom. If you attack it at close range, you will inevitably be contaminated by it.

However, the man was not afraid, but quietly gripped the stone spear, intending to lend a helping hand to Mo Xu.

"I will go and kill. You, save people and leave the village." Mo Xu pointed at the rest of the people in Zhen Village and the three masters on the altar, asking them to maintain the situation and save people first.

He was not afraid at all. He put down his heavy bow, picked up his heavy sword, and rushed towards the bird.

"Be careful of the poison!" Xijing warned loudly.

The 鸩鸟 was furious and vowed to take revenge, but facing this young man who was like a wild beast, it was still a little timid and did not dare to confront him directly, so it chose to play to its strengths and avoid its weaknesses.

It opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of spit, which was extremely poisonous, and then all the feathers on its body curled up, pouring down like a rain of pear blossom needles.

With a few "clang" and "clang" sounds, Mo Xu swung the heavy sword and steel feather to attack, but he had already plunged into the green poisonous fog.

The 鸩 bird chirped excitedly, and opened its mouth to release a pool of pus that mixed with its feathers, creating a foul-smelling hurricane.

It seemed as if it had seen the thick fog dissipate and the human being merge into bones and blood.

Most of the people in Xingshu Village detained the children of Xiazhen Village, while Xijing personally went to the altar to untie Su Jinchuan and others and lifted them up.

But they all knew that these victories were only temporary, and the final outcome would still depend on the outcome between Mo Xu and the old bird.

"You go first. There is something strange about this village. Don't be affected by it." Xijing also noticed that there was a faint poison in the village, and it might be bad to stay there for too long.

Everyone escorted the prisoners and retreated with the three rescued people on their backs. From time to time, they looked at Mo Xu, who was no longer clearly visible in the green mist, and they were all a little worried.

"What a terrible poison. Can he survive it?"

"He is a powerful warrior. I hope he can kill this demon bird with his own hands."

"Let's go back quickly. The village is protected by the Tree Ancestor Spirit. If we lose, that poisonous bird may not be able to get in!"

Mo Xu's limbs, bones, and internal organs all contain extraordinary factors that are incomparable to ordinary warriors. Even this spiritual-level monster is no match for him. The Zun Yu was hit hard and clanged, but was unable to break through.

The trouble was the poison. This old bird had become extremely sinister, with pus splattering everywhere, making it hard to guard against. This constrained Mo Xu a lot.

Holding his breath all the time was not a good thing. Mo Xu fought continuously and finally couldn't hold it in anymore and inhaled and exhaled some weak poisonous mist.

The extraordinary poisonous fog rolled along the meridians, but some mysterious extraordinary factors immediately descended from Mo Xu's extraordinary space, resonating with every part of his body and completely purifying the corrosive force.

Feeling the discomfort in his body disappear, Mo Xu exclaimed in surprise: "It really works!"

From the moment he stepped into the Zhen Village, he sensed that poisons had been brewed and used here for years, and the air was filled with toxins.

When these toxins enter the body, there will be power from the cracks in the extraordinary space to help dispel them. But he is not sure whether it will work for high-concentration toxins.

"It's Xiu Xiu who is protecting me." Mo Xu whispered to himself.

He began to breathe in and out more vigorously to recover his strength. No matter how intense the poison was, it had no effect on him.

"Kill!" Mo Xu was filled with fighting spirit and swung his heavy sword vigorously.