Perfect World

The little boy's eyes were shining, and his heart was extremely hot. Regardless of the serious injuries on his body, he rushed over quickly.

On the mountain ground, the golden bone scissors are flowing and covered with treasure, mysterious and powerful. Lying among the rocks, there is a kind of heart-stopping power being released.

"What a terrifying treasure!" The little one picked up the treasure scissors with joy, held it in his hand, turned it over and looked at it.

After shrinking, it is only the size of a palm, golden in color, and dazzling. Needless to say, this must be a rare treasure whose value is immeasurable.

It is heavier than any other metal. It consists of two bones, the lower and upper jaw. It cannot be identified unless you look closely. After being polished and warmed, it is crystal clear and smooth, and has long since changed.

In fact, it is very beautiful, as if the most outstanding master spent his whole life forging it. Two horned dragons are intertwined, lifelike, and it is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

The bone scissors don't look sharp, and even feel extremely smooth to the touch, but they are terrifying in battle, and can easily cut off mountain peaks.

There are some lines on the golden bones, which are very vague and simple. They are the horned dragon, a terrible ancient beast, but these are not runes, just a beautiful pattern.

"Scenes of many tribes being wiped out were indeed caused by it." With a little push, the little boy once again saw the scene of corpses littering the fields. The origin of this bone scissor was astonishing.

There is no doubt that this is a big killing weapon, otherwise how could it cause such a huge killing? If you are facing an enemy, this shear will destroy almost everything.

The little boy tried it once, and the scissors flew out and cut off a low stone ridge in front of him with a buzzing sound. He was stunned when he saw it. The power was really too great.

However, there was one shortcoming. Just this one blow consumed a lot of energy in the little boy's body, leaving his body empty and shaking.

"It consumes too much and cannot be used easily." The little one said to himself.

No wonder the sacrificial spirit used so much effort to attack with this precious phantom. His body trembled several times, and in the end, he suffered from a secret disease and his body completely collapsed.

"I'm not a pangolin, and I'm not the same type as this bone. I don't need to think about how to resurrect the golden bone against the heavens. I can just treat it as a rare treasure. This way I won't hurt myself."

The little one has big eyes and sparkles, and he loves the scissors. For him, the shiny golden bone does not cause any harm. On the contrary, it can protect the body.

With a hiss, the bone scissors turned into a golden light and sank into a "crater". The "magma" surged and it floated up and down inside. It was nourished by the essence of heaven and earth, and was collected by the little one.

The fog dissipated, the mountains returned to tranquility, and a bright moon hung in the sky. The place was full of pits and devastation, and the trees were destroyed.

There was a groan in the distance, as if it was in pain. The little boy fought with the sacrificial spirit for a long time, almost leveling the mountainous area, which naturally affected a group of vicious bandits.

Especially since the pangolin was so huge, every time it attacked or used its precious phantom, the rocks would go through the air and injure many people. At least twenty or thirty criminals were accidentally killed.

When the clouds and fog dissipated and the situation on the battlefield became clear, the bandits stood up from behind the boulders in the distance and looked over. Their whole bodies felt cold and everyone was in a daze.

The spirit sacrifice failed and died on the mountain!

To them, this was like a myth being shattered, and the impact was too great. You must know that this sacrificial spirit was like a god in their hearts, invincible, but now it was killed by a child.

"You...killed the sacrificial spirit, and the ancient ferocious beast in human form was reincarnated!" The group of people shouted, with horrified expressions.

Their faces were earth-colored, their bodies were trembling, and they had lost their sacrificial spirits. How could they still walk through this vast wilderness? Death is certain.

Everyone believed that the sacrifice spirit was invincible and waited for the child to be devoured. They never expected to see this unbelievable result.

"What... do you want to kill us?" A murderer trembled. They usually don't feel anything when they kill others, but once it happens to them, they are equally afraid.

"Were all the troops we sent out killed by you?" They were frightened. It was just a child, who killed thirty or forty of them, and then found this place, killed the sacrificed spirits, and wanted to kill them all together. Just thinking about it was terrifying.

At this moment, the little one was equal to a devil in their hearts.

"I didn't kill those people, and I don't intend to behead you one by one." Xiao Dodian said calmly.

"Ah..." A group of people exclaimed, and then were ecstatic. As long as they could survive, it was more important than anything else.

"Are those thirty or forty people still alive?" The big leader showed a strange look.

"No, they were all buried in the belly of the beast." The little one replied.

"You..." Everyone changed their colors and immediately understood that this was a child who could not bear to see so much blood and did not want to do it himself, but would not let them go.

"Grandpa Patriarch said that being too tolerant to evil people means that even if they continue to cause trouble, more people will die." The little boy whispered, and he raised his wrist.

A crystal string of animal teeth appeared, each piece was clear and as white as jade. This was the first treasure he got, belonging to the sacrifice spirit in Ao Village.

"Chi", "Chi"...

A sound broke through the air, and forty-two light points flew out, as white as jade, flying towards everyone. A popping sound was heard, blood splashed, many vicious criminals were destroyed, and the essence in their bodies was drained.

"Oh no!"

"you……"

They were frightened, angry and afraid. In this wilderness, they lost their fighting power. If they were pushed to hell, what could they use to fight against the beasts?

The big leader wanted to escape, but the little one paid close attention to him. The snow-white teeth of the beast flew up and wrapped around him. With a twist, all the runes in his body were wiped out.

"Oh God, no!"

However, it was too late. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people fell to the ground, breathing heavily, and their hearts were filled with fear.

The little one has knocked down many people since he entered the mountain, but he has not carried out the final murder. He has spared their lives and let Dahuang "purify" these evil people.

"I want to know, where are you from and who do you serve?" Xiao Doian began to interrogate. He wanted to know which terrible force the murderer belonged to.

At first all the bandits were uncooperative, but in the end they managed to do anything.

"Xiao Xitian..." The little boy said to himself. The fierce bandits said this name, but their knowledge was limited. They were just following orders to find the Supreme Divine Treasure. It is said that there is already an idea, and now a lot of black gold needs to be collected to be used to break the ancient rune formation in the future.

There are more than one bandits, but they are the only ones who really possess such a powerful sacrificial spirit. This pangolin comes from that little Western Heaven!

After everything was settled, the little boy's tense nerves completely relaxed, and he sat down on the ground, and finally just lay there.

He was exhausted physically and mentally, with several bloody holes in his body, and his spine was almost broken. He was covered in blood and bruised. He had been severely injured in this battle, and he had been holding on until now.

The sacrificial spirit died and the bandits lost their fighting power. The little boy relaxed completely and lay there, not wanting to move or get up again.

The runes flashed and healed automatically. He groaned in pain. This battle was really thrilling. He almost lost his life and almost died here.

He fought hundreds of rounds with the sacrificial spirits, relying solely on his strong will and breath to hold on until now, and he could finally relax. The bleeding had stopped long ago, and the body was crackling with blood and flesh, rebuilding the body.

"Zhizhi..."

The fur ball appeared and pointed in the distance, which meant to tell him that the mounts of the bandits were controlled by it.

It saw that the little one's injury was serious, scratched its head and scratched its head, and couldn't help but let out a scream. Does that mean it wants me to bleed again? What bad luck.

"Stop pretending to scream. I didn't ask you to use your precious blood to save me." Little Boy wrinkled his nose and said, taking out a jade jar from his arms and pouring out a fragrant elixir.

The fur ball suddenly screamed, furious, jumping up and down, gesticulating with its little paws.

"Okay, stop yelling. I admit that this is made from your golden blood, but it's just what's left over from the past." The little one explained guiltily.

With a grunt, he swallowed the precious elixir. In an instant, his whole body was filled with energy, and the elixir melted away. He quickly repaired his injuries and had miraculous effects.

The fur ball was very good, so he rushed over, snatched the jade jar, poured it into his mouth, and wanted to swallow it. It turned out to be empty. I yelled angrily and immediately threw it far away.

"Maoqiu, it's made from your blood and some old medicine. Why do you want to eat it? How about... let's make it again after we go back?" Xiao Doian asked in a discussion tone.

"Zhizhi..." Maoqiu clenched his little golden fist and gave him a big white eye, expressing contempt. He couldn't agree to this even if he died.

"Let's go!"

Half an hour later, the little boy stood up, and once again, three "craters" appeared, and "magma" flowed down, penetrating into his body, making him full of energy.

Many of the mounts were smashed to death by rocks, and there were still thirty or forty left, which could be used to carry the huge torn body of the sacrificial spirit. This was a treasure and could not be left here.

"Maoqiu, you take care of these vicious bandits." Little One ordered.

Maoqiufa screamed at the distant mountains and forests. He had been watching and waiting for several giant beasts to appear for a long time, and ran towards the broken mountains and forests.

In the end, all the criminals were killed, and no one was left.

After walking a few miles, the little boy met the old patriarch. He came at great speed, his face full of sorrow and anxiety.

The little boy felt warm in his heart, and the patriarch's grandfather was worried. Seeing that he didn't come back for a long time, he would risk his life.

"Grandpa, I'm here."

"Child, you are... okay, great!" The old patriarch was very excited, and was even more stunned when he saw dozens of ferocious beasts carrying the pangolin's torn golden body.

"Kill...that sacrificial spirit?!"

"Kill!" Xiao Bu nodded.

"Hahaha..." The old patriarch laughed, almost crying. He was extremely happy and relieved, feeling that his child had grown up and could fly in the distant sky.

They rushed back together, and after walking for more than ten miles, they met a large group of people again. They were Shi Linhu, Shi Feijiao and other strong men. All of them had red eyes and looked like they were going to fight for their lives.

"What, beheaded that huge sacrificial spirit!?" A group of men were stunned, and then they all laughed.

The tension and worries were swept away, and they returned to the village with their loot. At this time, Shicun was quiet, except for them, everyone else had been transferred away.

"Hurry up and chase them all night long and ask them to come back."

Naturally, such a big happy event will not wait until dawn. All clan members must know about it, so as to avoid anxiety and worry.

"Grandpa, I'm going to bed first." The little boy slept very deeply. When he woke up again, it was already dusk the next day.

At this time, the smell of meat was fragrant in the village, and there was laughter and laughter. The tribesmen were all back, and everyone had a bright smile on their face.

The aunts and grandmothers, all smiling from ear to ear, were collecting the flesh and blood for sacrifice to the spirits. The meat stewed in the pot gave off a faint glow, and it was so energetic that it was a bit scary.

A group of children were running around, shouting, "This is the flesh and blood of a sacrifice to the spirit. I didn't dare to think about it before, but today I am going to feast on it."

"You are so powerful, little one. You can actually kill the sacrificial spirit." A group of children gathered around Xiao Shi Hao, all extremely excited and excited.

"Little brother, you are so awesome. You must teach me well in the future." Qingfeng's big eyes shone, almost in admiration.

As for a group of adult men, the wind was blowing on their soles and they were having a lot of fun. The soul-sacrifice meat containing blood and essence had to be handled properly. These were treasures of inestimable value.

The cooked and grilled meat is only a small part. More meat and bones need to be refined together with the old medicine. That way, the effect will be better. All tribesmen will benefit greatly, and their physical fitness will definitely improve a lot.

As for the clan elders, they have also been busy all day. They took care of the most precious blood and tendons personally.

Hunting a golden pangolin is equivalent to getting a treasure for Shicun. If used well, it can play a huge role.

On this night, the tribesmen were extremely happy, with laughter and laughter everywhere. They sat around the bonfire in a lively manner and ate fragrant meat for sacrificial souls.