In the past few days that Song Zheng has been secretly observing, the entire tribe seems to have been secretly planning something. But it shouldn't be the first time they have done this kind of thing, they seem to be very experienced, and they can understand each other's meaning with a few simple words of communication, but Song Zheng can't figure out their complete plan from these few words, but he can roughly guess that their plan is very important to the entire tribe, and they need to go outside to hunt something, and it seems that the "prey" is very dangerous.

In the middle of the night that day, the whole tribe slept peacefully, and the leader of the warriors quietly picked up his weapons, put on his leather armor, and went out of the door, and there were already twenty of the most powerful warriors of the tribe waiting for him in the dark.

The leader of the warriors led everyone to the door of the Wu chieftain, knelt down to say goodbye to him, the Wu chief gave a faint order, did not show up, the warriors were used to it, they said goodbye and disappeared into the vast darkness.

They entered the mountains and forests, as if the dragon returned to the sea freely, leaving almost no traces to trace, but this could not stop Song Zheng, he followed from a distance, and couldn't help frowning, because the target of this group of warriors seemed to be the small tribe he first discovered.

A few days later, the group of warriors lurked on the outskirts of the small tribe, and they patiently ambushed them, watching the people of the small tribe work and hunt, their eyes cold and emotionless, like real monsters.

Waiting until late at night, they quietly infiltrated and captured six strong young men, three men and three women.

Then they quickly returned to the tribe, but stopped outside the tribe, and the leader of the warriors led the six people to escort them in one direction, and only sent one warrior back to the tribe, secretly informing the witch chieftain.

The witch chief was silent, and when the night came, he put on a special animal skin robe, under which there were small pockets, bright and colorful.

He trekked step by step to a volcano to the west of the tribe.

The warrior leader with their "prey" was waiting for him here. In the crater, the magma kept tumbling, rumbling and rumbling with huge bubbles, and the rolling heat wave rose from the huge crater.

The six prey glared angrily, and the witch chieftain turned a solemn face, and he threw all kinds of strange materials into the crater, including the curved horns of some kind of animal, the eyes of monsters, half a piece of pitch-black unknown material, and three strange remnants from his pocket!

Various materials were thrown into the crater one after another, and the tumbling magma continued to glow with various special brilliances. In the end, Chief Wu let out a strange scream, this sound was very special, Song Zheng faintly felt that his soul was unstable when he heard it, and he seemed to be about to fly away from his body!

The leader of the warriors seems to have received the order to throw six living people into the crater with his own hands!

Song Zheng was taken aback, but it quickly became clear: living sacrifice.

In primitive tribes, this situation was very common, and in the Hongwu world, the demon clan often did the same.

No wonder they are scheming to be secretive, this small tribe often trades with them, and can even be counted as their vassals, but they hunt the people of the small tribe for living sacrifices, and they are a little weak-minded.

The six "prey" fell into the billowing magma, and the strange colors that had appeared before flashed in turn, and then the magma in the crater condensed into a huge vortex, and a reddish liquid rose from the center of the vortex.

This mass of liquid is extremely hot, but it seems to have a spirit and life of its own, constantly squirming to break free from something.

The witch chief roared, grabbed it, and the special spots and lines on his body shone together, catching the cloud of liquid in the air, and pulling it towards him.

The mass of liquid struggled violently, and even let out a strange chirp, as if it were a scream.

The surrounding warriors, who were in their brains by this sound, covered their ears in pain, but they couldn't stop this sound, they couldn't hold on, and knelt on the ground one by one in pain, and only the most powerful warrior leaders and witch chieftains were still standing.

Chief Wu looked very hard, and the sweat on his body poured out layer by layer, wetting the entire animal skin robe.

He shouted, "Bring it on!"

The leader of the warriors strode out, carrying with him a young man who had been paralyzed by the voice, he was strong, and he had excelled in the hunting party of the tribe, but he had not yet become a monster.

The Witch Chief finally grabbed the lump of liquid in front of him, and then pushed the liquid into the young man's face with both hands.

The young man was already confused, and he didn't know how to cooperate at all, and the witch chief didn't care so much, and with a hard press, the liquid got through his nostrils, eyes, and ears.

During the whole process, the liquid was very resistant, constantly struggling and writhing, and the witch chief had almost reached the limit, and finally squeezed the liquid completely into the young man's body.

The voice stopped abruptly, and the young man's whole body trembled violently.

The warrior leader and the other monstrous warriors swarmed up and pressed his limbs hard, and the witch chieftain used his last strength to shout in the young man's ear, "Defeat it!"

The young man seemed to hear this, and his face showed an extremely painful expression, but he gritted his teeth and tried to fuse the liquid into his body, and all kinds of signs of monsterization quickly appeared on his body.

But the sign is very unstable, sometimes on the arm, then on the top of the head, then disappearing from the top of the head, and then appearing on the back.

The Wu Chief and the warriors all looked at the young man nervously and with concern, the young man was about to enter the teeth, and finally the signs of monster transformation were moving more and more slowly, gradually only transforming between the arms and legs, which seemed to be a sign of success, Song Zheng saw that the Wu Chief and the warriors breathed a little relieved.

Eventually, the signs of monastic transformation slowly anchored into one of his calves.

The Witch Chief and the warriors showed a smile, but unexpectedly, in an instant, the signs of monsterization suddenly erupted, instantly invading his whole body, and before the Witch Chief and the warriors could react, there was a loud bang, and the young man's whole body exploded, and the flesh was dripping with blood, and the liquid quickly escaped.

The witch chief and the warriors were blown up, but they didn't have much sadness, but scolded angrily together: "Waste!" swept the flesh off their bodies fiercely, and stepped on them a few more times.

Song Zheng's heart moved, and he quietly left, and when he looked up, the liquid had broken through the air, as fast as lightning, grazing the treetops of the dense forest, and fled dozens of miles away.

He made a mistake on both feet and chased after him quickly.

There is no doubt that the root of the monster of this world is this special liquid. Judging from the Witch Chief's care in refining this liquid, as well as the need for six people to be sacrificed, the raw materials of this liquid are very precious, and I am afraid that the entire tribe may not be able to make up enough for a year.

For the witch chieftain and the warrior leader, success will add a strong warrior to the tribe, but if it fails, all the efforts of the tribe for a long time will be in vain.

For such a world, human life is not valuable, this "liquid" is valuable.

Song Zheng followed, not too close, after chasing for more than a hundred miles, away from the tribe, the liquid seemed to be exhausted, although it had spirituality, but after all, it was not a real life form, and its strength was exhausted and could not be replenished.

Song Zheng suddenly appeared, and before the liquid could react, he opened his big hand and fell down, firmly grasping the liquid in his hand.

The liquid struggled, and Song Zheng made it honest with a slight force. Song Zheng smiled with satisfaction: Sure enough, he was deeply spiritual, and he knew that he was not his opponent at all.

He carefully observed this thing, and secretly exclaimed in his heart: if it was in the Hongwu World, such a lump of liquid would have been able to become a spiritual treasure for a long time!

One of the most important criteria for Lingbao is to have spirituality. In the Hongwu world, it was very difficult to make the magic weapon spiritual, and it was only possible to do it at the level of Lin Zhengu.

But in this world, if you look at the monstrous warriors of the tribe, there is no doubt that everyone has fused with such a liquid at one time or another. And that's not counting those that failed.

And those fully transformed monsters that ambushed the Hongwu World under the Void Gate, I'm afraid that each person used more than one cloud of liquid.

He secretly sighed: "Sure enough, the heavens and all worlds are full of miracles, if they can complement each other......" He didn't say the latter words, but there is no doubt that if the resources of the heavens and all worlds can be completely integrated, then it is not vain to go against the heavens and slaughter the gods!

He suddenly had another guess: Is it because of this that the gods have divided the heavens and all worlds, and all kinds of resources are scattered in various isolated worlds?

And the purpose of Tianhuo to open these worlds, in addition to its own various needs, is also to let the Hongwu world, let itself integrate these resources, and see the hope of rebelling against the heavenly dome - in short, it is to use itself and the Hongwu world to muddy the waters?

That mass of liquid lay obediently in his hand, Song Zheng was in this world, unable to use the power of the Yang God—or unable to use it outside the body, the power was still there, but he was imprisoned.

He observed, and swallowed the mass of liquid with one mouth.

The liquid didn't seem to expect Song Zheng to treat it like this, and in a stunned state, it slid down the throat of the ancient demon clone, and then it suddenly became excited.

It was forcibly stuffed into the body of the young warrior of the tribe, and it resisted extraordinarily, but this time, it was very cooperative, revealing an extremely strong idea in Song Zheng's body: fusion!

Song Zheng smiled dumbly, this little thing really knows how to "know the times for Junjie" and "good birds break trees and perch".

Song Zheng was of course much stronger than the young warrior, and Liquid was even willing to give up his independence for this.

Song Zheng pushed the boat down the river and pushed the liquid into his left arm. The fusion happened quickly, Song Zheng was secretly on guard, all the changes in his body could not escape from the control of his Yang God, and once there was anything abnormal, he immediately cut off his left arm. ()

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