In front of a cave in the Nanshan Mountain of an unknown hill, Ma Hongjun was eating with a mouthful of saliva, and his whole body was covered with a thin layer of rays of light. It was the essence that overflowed through his pores.
The surging energy and blood surged in Ma Hongjun's body, like a mighty river, surging forward, giving him the feeling that what he was chewing was not a roast leg of lamb, but the elixirs placed in his flame ring, all the way. The fatigue and the consumption of opening the cave just now seemed to be swept away.
On the other hand, the Chongming Bird has no such change. After all, it is a hundred thousand year soul beast. Even if the body of a mere thousand year soul beast is somewhat special, the essence contained in it is not worth mentioning to the Chongming Bird.
Not far from Ma Hongjun and Chongmingniao, under a few nearby plane trees, there was a scrawny orange lynx, about twenty centimeters long, about the same size as an ordinary house cat. It was Ma Hongjun's roast leg of lamb. Attracted by the scent.
In fact, Ma Hongjun had seen this little lynx before. He flew forward aimlessly. When he passed by this hill and was about to stop to take a breath, he happened to land on the sycamore tree next to the cave, and then he The existence in the cave was alarmed.
That is, the orange lynx that was watching from a distance now noticed that there was a creature approaching from outside the cave, so it abandoned its nest without hesitation, jumped out and ran away.
Ma Hongjun originally planned to rest for a while and continue on the road, but the orange lynx was frightened and ran away, which inevitably made him look at this place a few more times, and then he discovered that, oh, it turned out to be a sycamore tree.
A phoenix does not rest on a parasol tree. Ma Hongjun has now accepted his inexplicable luck and ignores it.
After another look, I found that this place was not bad and suitable for seclusion, so I stayed right away.
However, he didn't mind living with a bobcat, but since the other person had been frightened away, he no longer paid attention to it.
"Chongming, is there something wrong with this thousand-year-old soul beast? Why do I feel that the energy contained in this meat can match that of a soul beast that is one level higher than it?"
As he spoke, Ma Hongjun took a sip of happy water. After thinking about it, he pulled out the Fire Phoenix Dagger from his body, cut a strip of meat from the roasted lamb leg, and threw it in the direction of the orange lynx.
"Huh? I thought you knew that." Chongmingniao said, eating slowly and more gracefully than a human, Ma Hongjun.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Just consider this as compensation for me occupying your cave. If you feel it's not enough, you can come over every day when I eat."
Ma Hongjun's movements matched his words, and his voice contained the spiritual power to soothe the little bobcat's emotions. It could also be said to be bewitching, so he was not afraid that it wouldn't feel it.
"Oh? Tell me." Ma Hongjun said.
Sure enough, when the roasted lamb leg strips were thrown over, the orange lynx's back instantly arched, backed away suddenly, and jumped out with a whoosh.
But before the bobcat retreated to a distance that it thought was safe, it heard the faint sound coming from the animals occupying its lair over there. The bobcat slapped its four dull cat paws, and subconsciously thought in its ignorant and chaotic consciousness. Its mother relaxed immediately.
The Chongming Bird raised its neck, swallowed the strip of meat in its beak, and said bluntly, "Although this four-eared demon antelope is only a soul beast that has been around for more than five thousand years, it actually has the power of some special soul beasts and ancient beasts in its body." Bloodline, so the essence contained in the flesh and blood is stronger than that of ordinary soul beasts."
Ma Hongjun was suddenly stunned and asked thoughtfully, "What beast?"
"Sand beast, six-eared devil antelope and nine-tailed antelope." Chongmingniao said.
"Huh? So many? I haven't heard of any of them."
Ma Hongjun was at a loss. In the encyclopedia of soul beasts compiled by his uncle Yu Xiaogang, he had never seen any of these three soul beasts or strange beasts.
At this time, the orange lynx, which was about 20 centimeters long, seemed to feel that there was no danger, and it crouched and walked over quietly with light steps.
The lynx sniffed the roasted lamb leg strips that Ma Hongjun threw on the grass, then stretched out its tongue and licked it gently. Then its two dim amber pupils suddenly lit up, picked up the strips of meat, turned around and ran away.
Neither person nor bird paid attention to it. Chongming Bird said nonchalantly, "Yes, otherwise what do you think? If the blood contained in the body of the four-eared demon antelope were not so mixed, you would have only recovered to 30% of your health at that time. With your level of strength, do you think you can put it into your flame ring without my aunt taking action?"
"Oh!" Ma Hongjun accepted it humbly.
Chongming continued, "As for these three beasts, the latter two are ancient beasts that are almost extinct today. The sand beast is elusive and extremely smart, so it is normal that you have never heard of it."
Ma Hongjun nodded and said, "What about the sand beast?"
Now that the six-eared devil antelope and the nine-tailed antelope have become extinct, Ma Hongjun no longer cares about them, and instead focuses on the remaining sand-walking beasts.
"Sand beasts, as the name suggests, are related to deserts, so they generally live in desert areas. Maybe there may still be such soul beasts in the desert in the northwest of Dou Empire's Lima Plain." Chong Mingniao said.
At this time, Ma Hongjun had already taken out a pen and paper, quickly wrote down what Chongmingniao said, and said without raising his head, "In addition to being elusive and extremely smart, does the sand beast have other abilities? What are its physical characteristics? ?”
Chongmingniao was stunned for a moment, then continued, "The sand-walking beast has a snow-white body, a hunchback and a single horn, and a sheep's body. It has sad eyes, but a gentle temperament, but it is also extremely protective of its shortcomings. It generally does not live in groups, and will treat people and things it does not like. It will spit to express its disgust. In terms of ability, in addition to being elusive and extremely smart, it is also good at manipulating the wind and sand and provoking enemies. A sand beast with a hundred thousand year level, if once provoked, can set off a torrent of sand sea and flood an entire city. A human city.”
"Bata!"
Ma Hongjun was stunned when he heard this. He didn't even notice that the special crystal pen in his hand fell to the ground.
"Huh? Chong Li, what's wrong with you?" Chong Mingniao noticed something strange about Ma Hongjun.
"I, I may have seen this kind of mythical beast." Ma Hongjun said with an incomprehensible tone, and some memories from his past and present lives appeared in his mind at the same time.
"Mythical beast? What kind of beast is the Sand Walking Beast? Even my aunt can only be regarded as a spiritual beast. What does it mean?" There was a trace of dissatisfaction and disdain in Chongmingniao's voice.
Ma Hongjun's eyes were burning, he held Chongmingniao's head and said solemnly, "No, Chongming, listen to me, the sand beast is really a mythical beast, really."
"Horses lying on the mud grass, butterflies as beautiful as ducks playing in water, snow silkworms shaped like chrysanthemums, cats that love to play guitars..." Ma Hongjun's mind unconsciously flashed the figures of the ten mythical beasts. .
"Huh? Have you really seen it?" Now it was Chongmingniao's turn to be stunned.
Ma Hongjun said firmly, "It's true."
"Chongming, is the desert in the northwest of the Lima Plain called the Magali Gobi Desert?" Ma Hongjun asked, his eyes bright, as if he had made some important discovery.
"No." Chongmingniao said.
"Oh, that's okay." The light in Ma Hongjun's eyes extinguished and his shoulders suddenly dropped.
"Let's eat." Ma Hongjun lowered his head and said.
"Well, Chong Li, where did you see the sand beast?" Chong Mingniao asked.
"Oh, when I was a kid, it was in the children's comic book my grandfather read to me." Ma Hongjun said hesitantly. In fact, all he could think of now was the kind of beast that wanted to swell its face. .
"Well, he is indeed good at irritating the enemy." Ma Hongjun thought to himself. He had already been angered by the sand beast before he saw it.
Time passed slowly. After Ma Hongjun and Chongmingniao spent more than an hour eating the roasted lamb leg of a four-eared magic antelope, he officially entered the practice.
The Chongming Bird staggered into the cave like a drunken man, then shrunk its body to look like an ordinary colorful parrot. It shrank towards the head of the bed made by Ma Hongjun, and fell into the dreamy fragrance.
