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West Xinjiang, a wild land.

Dangerous mountains and bad waters, cliffs and cliffs can be seen everywhere, poisonous miasma occurs frequently, and ferocious beasts and insects live together.

Even if there is an occasional winding and rugged mountain road, the road is difficult and dangerous.

However, although the West Xinjiang is dangerous, the scenery is very strange, with strange peaks and rocks, waterfalls and springs, and there are many mountains and mountains.

This place is not without people.

On the contrary, there are many mortals in Xijiang, and they are aboriginals who lived here for their ancestors. Most of them live in villages, are proficient in martial arts and the art of fighting insects, and survive in the cracks.

"Wow..."

A small river flows between the cliffs. The surface of the river is not wide, but it is very turbulent. When the water hits the rocks on the banks of the river, it can splash a white spray.

The course of this small river, like most rivers in Western Xinjiang, is unusually tortuous.

Blocked by mountains, rocks and cliffs, you can sometimes see where the river is blocked, forming a small vortex, which can often lock up a large group of dead branches, messy grass, and leaves, gathering more and more.

In some places, there was even a thick log with scars. It was obvious that the trees in the mountains fell, broke, and rolled down into the river.

However, don't worry that they will rot in the river.

The western Xinjiang is rainy, and there can be a heavy rain in a few days, which will wash the mountains fresh, and the river will soar after the rain, and the debris in the river will be washed away.

As the saying goes, the cicadas are more quiet than the forest, and the Niaoming Mountain is more secluded.

Here the river is rustling, and the mountains and birds on both sides are noisy, but it seems more secluded.

Especially at this time it was early in the morning, just after a drizzle, and now there are still small raindrops falling, and the water vapor gathers into a mist, shrouded in the peak of the mountain, like a fairyland.

‘Swish...’

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air from the lower reaches of the river.

The fog was swaying, and a little golden light was seen from a distance, along the river, breaking through the fog from the lower reaches, at an extremely fast speed.

Suddenly, the golden light stopped in midair, revealing a middle-aged man in a weird robe.

The man is tall and sturdy, standing in the air, a little golden light flying around him, vaguely seeing the shape of a sword.

His appearance is rough, except for many complicated patterns on his face, there are three claw marks left by unknown things, extending from the corner of his eyes to the corner of his mouth on the other side.

The claw marks were gray with death, and seemed to be poisonous, making the man even more vicious.

The robes on his body are of peculiar style, like pieces of irregular animal skin stitched together, spliced ​​into a strange pattern, the color is very bright.

On his neck, wrists, and even his face, he was pierced with strange patterns with unknown paints, and he wore many ornaments such as bones, animal teeth, and monsters.

If there is a mortal in the cottage nearby, and seeing the belongings of the person, he will definitely kneel down and worship immediately, shouting Bimo, the priest, or the envoy of the wizard god, and so on.

The animal skins, animal teeth, and animal bone products on this person were all taken from the most vicious insects and beasts, and they were the most feared existence of mortals in Xijiang.

Only the legendary witch **** messenger, or the Bimo and priests of Dazhai have the ability to hunt down.

From the perspective of a monk in the small cold region, this person is a fellow cultivator, but this kind of dress is too weird, extremely rare in the small cold region, and the cultivation level is not high, only the tenth stage of the Qi refining period. Layers only.

The animal skin man stood in the air, his eyes sharp like a falcon, staring down. The river just happened to have a sharp bend under him, and a thick layer of broken branches and leaves was deposited on the river surface.

Among the chaotic branches, a white arm stretched out.

The mortals in Xijiang were keen on martial arts. In order to compete for resources, battles occurred from time to time between the villages. It was not surprising that dead bodies appeared in the river, and the men in animal skins didn't care at first.

Unexpectedly, after a quick glance, he found some unusual details that attracted him to stop.

The man with animal skins slammed and landed on the river, with his palms leading to the center of the river, and with a spirit power, he easily lifted the dead body in the river.

‘Wow! ’

The dead body was forcibly lifted out, and the vortex was in a mess, and the broken branches gathered in the river immediately fell apart. Some of them were washed away by the river, but they continued to flow down from the upper reaches, and there were several thick thick legs.

‘Pop! ’

The dead body fell on the shore, facing upwards, revealing a rather delicate face, looking at a young man who was only in his early twenties.

The skin on his body didn't have the slightest blood color, and he had obviously been soaked in the river for a long time.

At this time, the man's eyes were closed tightly, and he was breathless. He broke his left arm shoulder-to-shoulder, and he didn't know if the blood ran out or what method was used to stop it.

This is a dead body with a broken arm.

"Sure enough, it is the envoy of the wizard god!"

The man with animal skins looked happy, his eyes showed greedy gaze, and he didn't expect to make a fortune on the road.

"This vestment should be good! What a pity!"

The animal skin man looked at the torn vestment on the corpse with his broken arm, and felt that it had a very good texture, but it was a pity that there were many holes and tears on it, and it seemed unusable.

Broken into this way, the vestments can still have a certain protective effect in the rushing river.

"Floating from above, is it from Tianyue Village? There is another civil strife inside?"

The animal skin man glanced up the river, frowning secretly, his consciousness swept across the dead body with his broken arm, including the rusty fingers on his fingers, and found no abnormalities.

Finally, he stared at the two pockets around the waist of the corpse with the broken arm.

"What are these two pockets? Why are they so weird? Which one is a mustard bag?"

The animal skin man murmured to himself that he had come into contact with some priests in Dazhai, as well as foreign envoys from the witch gods. He knew that the monks of the human race used a mustard bag for storing objects, which was better than their own.

Later, the witch **** messengers of this clan were influenced by the human race, and many of them were already in line with the human race. For example, the name witch **** messenger was not called outside, and they were all called monks and cultivators.

Only in remote places like Xijiang, there are still some traditions.

The pockets on the dead body with the broken arm are not like mustard bags.

"Are they all pretending to be Gu worms? Or... have they been raided?"

The animal-skin man's complexion sank, the smile on his face disappeared, the probing hand grabbed one of them, his divine sense swept inward, touched a divine soul mark, and easily opened his pocket.

"Om..."

The next moment, a sharp buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the river valley~www.readwn.com~ A huge cloud of blood rushed out of his pocket, and the man in animal skins could see the mysterious blood in the cloud of blood. The winged bee was scared and stupid, and his face was paler than the dead corpse on the ground.

The animal skin man screamed, and a little green light flew out from his dantian.

It turned out to be a finger-sized sapphire praying mantis, brandishing both blades.

Facing the fierce blood cloud, the sapphire mantis looked so thin and weak, it was immediately swallowed by the blood cloud, and there was no bones left.

The animal-skin man had just offered his golden sword, and the cloud of blood instantly drowned him.

"Ah!"

A scream screamed, alarming the birds and beasts in the mountains.

(Thanks to the leader of Ma Mang's swift boss for the reward. I wanted to add more thanks today, but I didn't expect that the new volume was just beginning, and it was written stubbornly, and it will be made up in two days!)

(Thanks to Xingxingcao and Yun Shiyu for their rewards, and thank you book friends for voting and rewarding support!)