Chapter 166: What is the most important thing when you are out there?
cracking!
The sky had just cleared up again after the evil clouds dispersed, and brave falcons began to circle over the mudflats. The flesh and blood of the great evil emanated a strong attraction and deadly temptation.
After not circling in the sky for long, the falcon swooped down from the sky like a sharp arrow and landed on the mudflat. It even lost its usual cautiousness in hunting and frantically pecked at the minced meat on the mudflat.
Just after taking the first bite, the falcon underwent drastic changes. Its not-so-big body began to swell, and its originally dense and neat wings spread out due to the rapidly growing flesh and blood, revealing the tender skin under the hair.
Dense scales grew among the falcon's feathers, and its sharp pupils shrank as its body changed rapidly, actually beginning to change into the vertical pupils of a snake, while its neck also began to lengthen, transforming from an eagle into a snake.
A faint demonic aura lingered around this monster whose race was difficult to define. It had transformed from an ordinary bird of prey into a demon.
This is a chance to change one's fate that an ordinary flying beast would hardly encounter once in a lifetime. The creature's instinct prompted this monster to devour as much flesh and blood of the big demon as possible.
However, for a mere mortal bird, being able to devour a trace of the flesh and blood of a great demon is a supreme opportunity. If it does not exercise restraint and devours too much, the opportunity will turn into a fatal talisman.
boom!
As the monster, which looked like a mixture of a snake and an eagle, ate more and more, its body became more and more bloated and uglier, with scales and feathers randomly dotted across its weird and twisted body. Finally, after it swallowed another mouthful of flesh and blood, it suddenly exploded, adding a new pool of blood and mud to the beach.
But this was like a signal. With the departure of the existence that killed the big monster here, the deterrent force was gone, and in the mountains and forests, some wild beasts followed the smell of blood and came in groups of three or five.
Tigers, leopards, jackals, monkeys, deer, no matter they are carnivores or herbivores, as long as they have gained some intelligence over the years, even if they are just following instincts, at this moment they all gathered on this mudflat like crazy.
There was no fighting or scramble. The dozens of feet long snake demon was trampled into minced meat, with blood and flesh scattered everywhere. Even the rabbits that followed their instincts could nibble on the wild grass that was stained with the blood of the demon.
At this moment, even the hungriest jackals would not bother to devour the prey around them whose throats they could tear open and taste their fresh flesh and blood as long as they lowered their heads. There was no room in their stomachs for these ordinary blood foods.
They licked desperately or swallowed the minced meat covered with mud and sand in big mouthfuls. It took years of sedimentation or the acquisition of the spiritual charm of the mountains to become a rare monster. They appeared in groups on this mudflat.
However, with the birth of these monsters, one after another, perhaps because they were not qualified or perhaps because they were too greedy and ate too much flesh and blood of the big monsters, blood flowers bloomed one after another. Everything they swallowed, including themselves, became food for those who came later.
The birds and beasts that swallowed their flesh and blood had a lower probability of snake-like alienation appearing on their bodies, perhaps because of their filtering and screening. Unlike the first group that directly devoured the flesh and blood of the big monsters, they all had more or less snake-like characteristics on their bodies.
But even if it becomes a monster, if it continues to eat without restraint here, its body will still explode, and it will turn from a forager into food in the mouths of those who come later.
Even with such a tragic scene, the surrounding birds and beasts, and even the later joiners, did not feel the slightest fear. They continued to rush forward one after another, trying desperately to seize the opportunity to change their fate that might only come once in a lifetime.
On this mudflat, the constantly exploding blood flowers caused the blood gas to float, and even formed a condensed blood cloud in the sky above it. Evil energy condensed and the demonic aura rose to the sky.
The water creatures downstream of the river that bypasses this mudflat had already gone crazy when the blood of the great monster was spilled into it. After all, even if they did not actively swallow the food, they would change if they were contaminated by the blood of the great monster.
The river, which was originally dyed red, was fading at a speed almost visible to the naked eye. The blood in it was consciously absorbed by the water monsters, but even so, it created a new group of water monsters and water monsters with the potential to become monsters.
The great demon dies, and thousands of demons are reborn!
Although the monsters born from the fall of great monsters will inevitably disappear in the trials of time and only one in a hundred will survive, there will inevitably be some that stand out from them and become powerful monsters, or even new great monsters.
The seemingly extremely bloody and cruel scenes taking place in the forest were all reflected in the eyes of a goddess with a light and ethereal temperament. She watched everything but did not use her authority to stop it.
This is nothing short of a catastrophe for the forest, but it is also an unprecedented rebirth. The flesh and blood of the great monster will also return with the birds and beasts that can save their lives, and even resist temptation and maintain their sanity, and will be integrated into the mountains and become part of the spiritual essence of the mountains.
"Come, eat, eat as much as you can, don't be polite to me, these are all mine, if you can't finish them, they will all be wasted."
In the Bailang River, a young man was unrestrained, holding a jade jar, and drinking wildly with his head raised in a heroic manner.
However, the wine that splashed from his mouth onto his robe exuded a faint fruity fragrance and a strong spiritual aura. There seemed to be a negligible faint smell of alcohol, but judging from the sweet smell, it was at most a fruit wine.
"Drink less!"
Looking at the young man drinking with big gulps of wine, Nu Luo, who had a plate of fish sashimi in front of her, advised him. As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed a piece of crystal clear fish sashimi and threw it into her mouth. She also had no manners at all and her words and actions were very casual. However, she was divine, and her every move had a wild beauty of the mountains and forests.
"Eat more meat. These wines have just been bottled. They need to be sealed for at least ten or twenty years before they taste good. It would be a waste if you drink them now!"
"Ten years? I'm sure I could have had better wine in that time!"
The sweet and sour taste in the mouth was more like a fruit juice than wine. Feng Qingan smiled and said that he didn't have any special liking for wine. If it didn't taste like this, he would not bother to drink it.
Of course, it’s nice to brag about it, the wine brewed by the Dragon Clan’s Water God is so good that you won’t get drunk even if you drink a thousand glasses or ten thousand glasses.
"Even if you can drink better wine in the future, that's a matter for the future. You should finish this meat first. Are you going to waste it like this?"
Nvluo looked towards the center of the banquet, at the Chiwen whose abdomen had been cut open and whose scales had been removed. Even though it had eaten with its belly open, it had only eaten about two or three tenths of the flesh and blood of the Water Lord.
“I can’t eat anymore!”
Feng Qing'an couldn't help rubbing his stomach. He had already used the advanced techniques in the martial arts manual to temper his blood and energy. There was a special note next to the secret technique: if you don't have a lot of wealth, use it with caution, as it consumes a lot of blood and food.
Obviously, even Judge Wu had never tasted the flesh and blood of Suicune. Even if it was just a bite, if one did not have a strong enough physique, the person would explode. The essence contained in it was simply not something that ordinary people could withstand.
“It still depends on them!”
Feng Qing'an looked towards Heishan and Longma. These two guys were the main forces of the Chiwen Banquet. As for him and Nüluo, they were just there to make up the numbers. Although Nüluo looked wild in eating meat, she was rather delicate compared to Heishan and Longma who had revealed their true forms.
Of course, although Feng Qing'an can't eat much, he is not the worst. Bai Yao is at the bottom. He is obviously a wolf, but he doesn't eat meat. While Heishan is feasting on flesh and blood, he is quietly chewing fruits.
Only then did Feng Qing'an realize how difficult it was to become a spiritual practitioner. The mere requirement of not eating meat was enough to isolate one from 99% of the living beings in the world.
Awooo~
Black Mountain's belly was bulging, as if it was pregnant with wolf cubs. It lay on its side on the ground, sticking out its tongue. There was no appetite If it ate any more, it felt like its stomach was going to explode.
"Can we break through?"
Feng Qing'an glanced at Longma who was still eating hard, and asked Heishan. In his eyes, Heishan had been suppressed for too long and it was time for him to become a big monster.
Woo~
Black Mountain hesitated for a moment and shook his head slowly. It had not yet completed the goal it had set for itself. It could indeed make a breakthrough now, but it thought it was far from enough.
Its current goal is no longer to become a great demon, but to become a demon king. Otherwise, it will not be qualified to stay with its master. The sisters have such great potential. If it is too weak, it might be abandoned in the future.
"If you want to suppress your realm, just keep doing it. Why are you thinking about this nonsense?"
Feng Qing'an glared at Heishan, cursed him, then half-closed his eyes and practiced martial arts to digest the food in his stomach.
He did not plan to practice martial arts, but many methods in martial arts were quite desirable, such as this secret method of consuming a large amount of blood and food in a short period of time to enhance blood and energy, and then improve physical strength. Ordinary martial artists naturally would not use this secret method with extremely low cost-effectiveness as they could not afford the money.
"I can't eat anymore!"
Not long after, the main force of the Chiwen Banquet could no longer bear it. Although they had a grudge against their father's murder, there was no need to make themselves sick. Isn't this a reverse revenge?
"Your name is Miaomiao, right? Did you enjoy your meal?"
Hearing that the dragon horse was full, Feng Qing'an opened his slightly narrowed eyes and asked in a gentle and slow voice.
This dragon horse looks very ordinary in all aspects, with nothing outstanding about it, whether it's its origin or its potential. However, in order to avenge his father, he would rather transform into a wild horse and squat by the river day and night looking for an opportunity for revenge. This spirit of the ram makes Feng Qing'an admire it very much.
Of course, the most important thing is that this guy's true form can indeed be called a divine horse, with a dragon shape and a horse body, a long scaly neck, and wings on its skeleton. Such an image made Feng Qingan fall in love with it at first sight.
Born in poverty and with limited potential, it means nothing to him. If you calculate the time, it was not yet born when its father's position as the Lord of Water was seized, and according to Nvluo, it has been more than two hundred years since Chiwen took over the Bailang River.
Excluding the time it spent in its mother's womb and the time it spent growing up without worries, after it learned about its father's origins and cause of death, this fellow had been squatting by the river for at least a hundred years. How loyal? How tenacious? How unyielding?
As a great demon, if he could just let go of his hatred, forget about his father whom he had never even met, and go far away, where in the mountains and forests, wouldn't he be able to live freely? But this guy had spent half his life just for revenge.
If you accept this dragon horse, you may get an unexpected surprise when you encounter difficulties and desperate situations.
"My name is Senmiao!"
Although he devoured the flesh and blood of his enemy with hatred, Sen Miao felt extremely embarrassed after eating it, and he could not maintain the cold attitude towards Feng Qingan that he had when they first met.
"Well, Miaomiao, I wonder what your plans are for the future?"
Feng Qing'an went straight to the point. Although he had good ideas, the other party was a big demon after all. Whether he was willing to follow him was another matter.
"I think……"
When Longma heard Feng Qing'an calling it by the name of the mountain god, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he still had a pile of Chiwen meat in his stomach, so he didn't know what to say.
"Just now Nu Luo said that you might want to take over Bailang River, but I refuted her. I said that you would not be so superficial. What's the point of taking over your father's position? Are you waiting for the next dragon with a big background to come and kill you?"
Feng Qing'an interrupted Longma before he finished speaking, and as soon as he said this, Senmiao fell silent and fell into deep thought.
Because this is indeed its plan. After all, the position of Suicune has been vacated. It has half the blood of the previous Suicune and is qualified to be in charge of this river.
But Feng Qing'an's words made it feel conflicted. Although the position of Water Lord was good, it could not be kept. If there was another dragon species like Hongxi, it would follow in the footsteps of its father whom it had not yet met, and there would be no difference.
"So what advice do you have for Miaomiao?"
Seeing that the banquet suddenly fell into silence, Nu Luo secretly rolled her eyes and spoke unhappily to allow Feng Qingan to continue speaking.
"Miaomiao, do you know what is the most important thing when walking in this world before you have the strength to dominate a place?"
"What?"
Longma raised his head while deep in thought, and looked at Feng Qingan blankly.
"Heads, origins, background!"
Feng Qingan spoke earnestly, he raised his hand and pointed at Longma,
"Do you know why your father, Lord Yijiangshui, was killed so easily?"
"Because there is no background?!"
Longma hesitated slightly.
"That's right, because your father is a river spirit, he has no father, no mother, and no origin. Killing your father will not have any consequences. If it weren't for you, there wouldn't even be anyone to avenge him!"
After Feng Qing'an finished speaking, he glanced at Nu Luo. The goddess had a blank expression on her face and did not react to what he said. Long Ma was silent again.
“…”
"You killed Madam Hongxi and even ate her flesh and blood, but don't you really think you have taken revenge?"
Seeing that the dragon horse remained silent, Feng Qing'an increased his strength. It was not easy to subdue a big monster, let alone ride it. Feng Qing'an would not ride it unless the dragon horse completely submitted to him physically and mentally.
