"Yes, it's actually 70% of the pills. I said you can't come from the Dan Sect, right?" The big dog chewed the pill bottle, and the pills in it emitted a series of medicinal power into his mouth. He squinted his eyes and showed a comfortable look.

Mu Ming shook his head: "No, Dan Sect only exists in the central boundary."

The big dog showed disdain, and rolled up the elixir bottle next to it and chewed it in big mouths.

"This is Lingyu!" Mu Ming reminded, feeling a little distressed.

The big dog said, "I know, so I want to eat it."

Mu Ming was speechless, and I don’t know why this big dog was like this.

"The blood foods I ate during the sacrificial sacrifice are available in this place. Where can I get this opportunity? You are from Dongsheng!"

Mu Ming's expression froze, and the big dog said, "Only Dongsheng can have more than 70% of the pills. In the witch clan, those wizards have a few pills that are extremely precious, and 70% of them have them, but they will never appear in your hands like you."

Mu Ming looked at the big dog for a moment and forgot about this. The witch clan's essence is deserted, and the herbs are even rarer. Moreover, the witch clan is mostly poisonous insects as medicine, so how can there be such a pure elixir?

"Don't worry, I'm too lazy to pay attention to your origin!" Although Big Dog said so, she had already seen the origin of the wooden name thoroughly.

Mu Ming was silent, but began to reflect on himself. At this time, the big dog said again: "This tribe is called the Dongshan Zhang tribe. It was once a large clan, but it fell later."

Mu Ming nodded. From the words of those people, he knew that this tribe was once glorious, but the moon was full and waning, let alone a group.

The big dog looked a little confused, revealing an inexplicable sad voice: "At that time, I was a stray dog ​​and was saved by the fifteenth generation mountain god of this tribe. I was moved by his kindness. After his death, I came to this tribe and became the mountain god of this tribe, but this tribe was almost exterminated at that time."

The name of the wood is respectful. If you guessed correctly, the injuries in the big dog's body were also left behind since then.

"The enemy of the Dongshan Tribe is another tribe, the Black Fox Miao tribe, and it was also a big clan, but... it also declined. Their mountain god was seriously injured by the fifteenth generation. Has it been unable to recover its cultivation so far? It was even more attacked by me, and the situation was worse." The big dog said the reason, as if he was explaining something.

The night wind was chilling, but each person and the dog looked at the tribe that was lit in the distance. The light curtain did not rise today, and there was no need to worry about someone sneak attacking.

Mu Ming remembered Zang Mou's puppy, and was also very loyal to Zang Mou. He also met one. Could it be a coincidence?

"Their mountain god is a monster?" Mu Ming asked. If nothing unexpected happens, the next thing he will face is the existence he will face.

The big dog shook his head: "It's half blood, and the acquired spirit, and his bloodline should have awakened 70%. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to evolve into a monster, but his foundation has been cut off by the fifteenth generation."

Mu Ming nodded, understood the cat's resentment, and said, "This is not too bad!"

"Don't underestimate any mountain god. Their strength is not divided into realms. Although the spirit monster has a similar cultivation level to mine, its combat power is an existence that cannot be killed even at the peak of the God Transformation."

The big dog warned, Mu Ming was stunned, and then thought, "Why do you wish?"

The big dog's head drooped on the ground, without the appearance of a mountain god at all. It was just Weng Sheng responded: "Yes, the spiritual power of the tribe is great or small. They only have the purest blessings to the mountain god, so the mountain gods have become different, both in life span and cultivation, and they have a qualitative change."

"I see!"

Mu Minghan finally understood why the big dog's cultivation is not as good as the God of God, but his life span is comparable to the God of God.

"His body is a raccoon cat, with part of the bloodline of the nine-tailed fox, so it is extremely difficult to deal with. At night, his combat power will be much higher. We both never deal with it. Moreover, because of the things that happened back then, he was always worried that I would fight to the death, and I was also guarding against his plot... I was considered a stalemate!" The big dog raised his head and looked into the distance. A beast roar came from the dark night, but it quickly returned to peace.

"This is not the first time his minions have appeared!" The big dog showed a hint of indifference.

The wooden name felt a faint fluctuation in the distance, but it quickly disappeared.

"Do you want to design a plan to take the life of that raccoon cat?" Big Dog's thoughts were clear, and she felt a little bitter in her heart.

The big dog did not respond, but the wind started to grow louder, the wind was like a cry, and the whimpering sound was fast and slow.

The big dog chewed the pill again. Mu Ming couldn't bear it when he saw his pill bottle being swallowed, but in the end he didn't say anything.

And he slowly entered into meditation. I don’t know how long it took, but Mu Ming felt the breath of the big dog beside him disappear.

The sun in the Northern Witch is always hidden behind the dark clouds. Although Mu Ming adapts to the breath here, he always feels a little sad about days without sunshine, just like someone's eyes after being injured, without any brilliance.

In fact, someone was injured. When the sky was getting brighter, a big dog appeared in the distance, and several people were chasing him behind him. However, when several people appeared from the tribe and burst into a huge momentum, the people behind the big dog retreated in disappointment, with a look of reluctance and anger.

At this time, Mu Ming had already been waiting. When the big dog entered the tribe, his body fell to the ground.

The old monk, also known as the patriarch, was very anxious at this time and hugged the big dog directly, regardless of the difference in identity, and then strode to the high platform where the mountain god is.

Logically speaking, there should be a temple for mountain gods, but the big dog obviously doesn't like this set, so he asked someone to build a high platform to show the difference between mountain gods.

At this time, Mu Ming stood there, silently preparing these things, filled with medicine fragrance everywhere. A girl was busy helping him, but she always helped him worse. Mu Ming shook his head slightly when he saw this, but he didn't stop him.

The patriarch slowly lowered the big dog, but fortunately he did not fall into a coma, but gasped softly, crawling on the ground and looking at Mu Ming's figure, as if he was unwilling to miss any details.

When the Wood Name took out a lot of things, all herbs and some strange things, and crushed them all, the Wood Name gave up and walked slowly, without saying much, pinched out the handprints and slapped them directly on the big dog's head.

The old monk was stunned and then calmed down. The girl was also stunned. The other tribesmen had already arrived here at this time. When they saw this scene, they were shocked. Then some people were furious, but they were stopped by the old monk: "What are you doing? The little fellow Taoist is helping the mountain god. Don't be arrogant when you wait!"

It is in a common language, and it seems that it is intentional to let the wooden name hear it.

When they heard this, those people kept silent and felt relieved, but they always felt a little disrespectful.

The girl hurriedly wiped the medicine from her palm. The scene just now distracted her and the medicine fell.

Seeing this, Mu Ming said, "I'll do it."

After saying that, the cuffs shook, but an ant appeared. The ant opened its mouth and spit out, and the glows suddenly flew out. The glows turned into ants and crawled, lifting the medicine juice placed in the stone bowl next to them, and then crawling in.

"This is... a Gu insect!" Someone said in a lost voice, showing envy, and someone stared at the largest ant and kept looking at it, finally saying: "Half-blooded spirit monster! My cultivation is terrifying!"

The others were shocked at this moment, but the next scene made them feel incredible.

The ants crawled over to the big dog and sprinkled the medicine juice from the stone bowl on the big dog's wound. The ants' bodies began to melt, and finally formed runes and sank into the big dog's body.

"This is the method of a wizard, using the insects to save people! I have seen the method of a wizard from the Tianwu tribe!" Someone said, his tone with an incredible tone.

In fact, this is indeed a method of the witch clan. Mu Ming did not use Dongsheng's method, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

The big dog secretly praised, but his attention fell into his body. He noticed a mysterious force entering his body. The power was very gentle, constantly devouring the dead energy in his body, and his origin actually had a trace of activity.

The old monk was closest to the two of them. He was extremely nervous at this time. The cultivation level of his palm was solid but not dissipated, so he hid it very well. However, he suddenly felt the big dog's eyes regained its spirit, and a hidden wave radiated, which made his face slightly change and showed surprise.

When Mu Ming opened his mouth and spitted, a drop of golden blood flew out. The blood slowly landed on the big dog's eyebrows with a slight white firework.

The big dog had a big body, and the blood seemed insignificant, but the moment the blood appeared, the old men in the distance felt the divine power in their bodies tremble, and they developed a desire to devour.

The big dog drooled directly, staring at the blood close to his eyebrows.

The wooden name bounced his fingers, and the blood exploded, turning into a piece of runes and entering the big dog's body.

After doing all this, Mu Ming hesitated for a moment and took out a black jade bottle and threw it into the mouth of the big dog. The reason for this is that the big dog had already opened its mouth and drooled, as if waiting.

The old monk was a little embarrassed and shook his head secretly. The mountain god... was not like the mountain god, but still had the same temper as before.

The same is true for those old men, while the girl was full of incredible things, and probably could not accept the mountain god's actions.

At this moment, the big dog's body shook, and a mysterious wave appeared, and his body directly turned into stone.

Mu Ming looked at this scene but couldn't tell the truth. This was a good invisibility technique, because the mountain god's aura was gone at all at this time.

"Fengmen, all the clan elders, guardian mountain gods, and the other tribal warriors follow me in turn on duty!"

The old patriarch suddenly shouted, and a solemn aura emanated from him.

"Opening the clan weapon, sacrifice!"

There was an uproar below, but they all nodded. For them, the worst situation seemed to have occurred, and they could not avoid it.

The crowd immediately started moving, with a total of seventy or eighty people, but they disappeared in an instant, and only the volatility came from the stone houses everywhere.

As soon as Mu Ming took a few steps, the old monk then stepped forward and made a gesture of inviting him. The girl also wanted to follow him, but was driven away by the old monk: "Yu'er, go back to the house! Grandpa has something to discuss with the little Taoist fellow!"

The girl nodded obediently, bowed to Mu Ming, and quietly retreated. Mu Ming was a little uncomfortable and even held her fists and gave her a greeting, but the girl walked away.

"Xiao Yu'er...is my granddaughter. Her parents have already died in battle. Her mother is a wizard. She also wants to be a person like her mother."

The old monk sighed and looked at Mu Ming intentionally or unintentionally, but after seeing Mu Ming nodding calmly, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

But at this time Mu Ming said: "The water and wood attributes have the potential of a witch doctor. If the old patriarch is willing to do so, let her stay by my side and be a medicine boy!"

After saying that, Mu Ming felt strange. It was tantamount to accepting disciples. The alchemist's medicine boy is all registered disciples, and the medicine boy respectfully calls him a teacher. He just guessed how old he was, and the girl might even be older than him.

When the old monk heard this, his face suddenly burst into a smile. Although his face was full of wrinkles, the joy was from the bottom of his heart. No one knew that his deepest wish could be realized now. He was overjoyed and was about to thank him, but he heard Mu Ming say: "Don't worry, the old patriarch, I will protect this tribe. If necessary, I will take action and fight the enemy with the mountain god!"

The old patriarch sighed lightly, wanted to speak but stopped, and finally nodded silently. At this moment, what else could he say? Everything about him was seen by this person. His mind was definitely not as immature as his age. He even began to suspect that this person was the body of some people. And the stronger he became this idea, so he respected a little more.
Chapter completed!