Chapter 207 Zodiac Ziwei

A dog man rushed to the back, grabbed the end of the wooden stick, and twitched hard. Suddenly, the blood on the legs of the night came out.

The dog man grasped the wooden stick for fear that others would grab it. He quickly rushed to another hole, and then couldn't wait to put the wooden stick to his mouth and licked it excitedly.

In the dark night in a coma, he frowned. The dog man's action just now aggravated his discomfort a little more.

The small skeleton that was pieced together into a bone snake in the distance. Seeing this scene, his mouth couldn't help biting.

The sound of "Kaba, Kaba" came out, and the dog man outside the cave suddenly pricked up his ears and looked in the direction of the sound, looking a little surprised.

The biggest dog man frowned and was about to make a move, but his raised hand froze in the air. There was a miserable howling in the distance, which was the dying struggle of the same kind.

"Wow," the leading dog man became irritable and quickly ran into the cave.

All the dog people quickly disappeared from the ground, and there seemed to be some terrible existence. Most of the night when he sank into the cave, only two feet were outside the cave.

The little skeleton squirmed crazily, and its body changed from a fat "bone snake" to a human form. Spread two legs and run in the direction of the cave. He caught one of his legs before the night completely sank into the cave.

But its strength obviously can't resist the combination of several dog people, and it will also be dragged into the cave.

The little skeleton became irritable, and the flames in his eyes began to "burn". In the blink of an eye, he wrapped the whole head and then ignited his torso limbs.

Like a living person's action, it suddenly "sucked" a breath, opened its mouth and sprayed, and a light blue flame burned down along the body of the night.

"Oh..."

The sad scream sounded, and the dog couldn't resist it at all.

The little skeleton's limbs exerted strength, trying to drag the night out of the hole, and then rushed out of the oasis.

The strange thing is that the blue flame just now did not cause any damage to the night, but stopped the bleeding of the injured leg.

"Woo, woo..."

A strange roar sounded, and the fog surged rapidly. As soon as the little skeleton dragged the night to the edge of the oasis, it quickly stopped. The flames on his body quickly faded, and the two light blue flames in his eyes dimmed much.

A huge head looms in the fog.

But as soon as it approached the edge of the oasis, the huge head shrank back, as if there were some scruples about it.

The little skeleton also turned its head, looked outside for a while, and then glanced at the oasis, and the blue fire in his eyes jumped. But before long, he was attracted by the injured leg of the night.

His chin closed one by one, but he hesitated and did not bite it immediately.

The thick fog is like boiling water, surging rapidly. The dark sky has only a faint light, but it is not enough to penetrate the haze.

The dark night lying on the ground suddenly moaned, his body unconsciously **ed, and his breathing began to be short. Between the swallowing, thick fog is constantly inhaled into the body.

The little skeleton was aroused by curiosity. He stared at the night's mouth and looked at the old man for a long time. Then he imitated the movement of his mouth, but unfortunately, he didn't even listen to his command even a trace of fog. Looking down at the chest and abdomen, there was a row of ribs, and the fog was shuttled without any change.

"Gaba, Gaba," his jaw bit together again. The flesh and blood in front of him is the great enemy of life and death. There is a trace of inexplicable hatred in the vague mood. It seems that it has had such a body before.

It can't absorb flesh and blood, but it just likes to bite.

Just as he was about to get his head close, the man lying down suddenly moved again. The little skeleton reflexively and looked over in surprise.

......

The dark night in a coma seems to have experienced some kind of metamorphosis. The original organ after mushroom poisoning has failed, and the skin has turned blue and purple, but under the moisture of the fog, it began to return to normal.

His breathing began to calm down, and his face gradually turned bloody.

"I will return it when you are born,

If you are away, I will follow you.

Billions of miles,

When I came back, I was born..."

The ethereal voice sounded in his mind again. But in this call, there is a sense of urgency.

The forehead began to burn, and the purple prism, which had always been hidden and difficult to detect, was revealed. The purple fire lit up and wrapped him up.

Suddenly, the purple fire jumped and split into twelve faint flames.

The body revolves around the night, and those flames seem to have thoughts. He separated from around the night and rushed to the small skeleton.

The little skeleton seemed to be scared. It stiffened and dared not move.

Those faint purple fire came from the idea, as if with endless hunger and thirst. But there is no step forward, and it seems to be waiting for some kind of order.

The night lying on the ground slowly opened its eyes, and the flames on his body still did not dissipate.

He finally woke up. This was the first time he had noticed the changes in his body when he was awake. All the bad states were dispersed by the strange flames, and the supplement of the fog restored his physiological function to a vigorous state.

"It turns out that you are not dead. You are just silent, in another state of life." The night said to himself. He propped up his body with one hand and slowly stood up.

Twelve purple fires should have been understood. They immediately skimmed the small skeletons and lined up in front of the night, just like soldiers being inspected.

"Xie Zexing, you burned your life in exchange for my arrival. Now it's time for me to repay you." The night turned to the twelve purple fires and affirmed. Some vague guesses in his heart gradually became clear.

"My Lord Hong En!" Twelve flames conveyed a trace of intention.

"Do you want to maintain your previous life form or make a change?" The night asked Zi Huo with his mind, and glanced at the little skeleton that fell to the ground and pretended to be dead.

"Master, please give me a metaphor!"

The night showed a meditative expression, and then gradually became firm: "Your life has been out of the normal evolutionary channel. You don't need me to dictate your future. Each of you is an independent individual. It's up to you to decide what form to choose. I'll just name you.

"Thank you, master!"

Twelve purple fires, with purple as the surname and the name of the twelve zodiac animals. Purple rat, purple cow, purple tiger, purple rabbit, purple dragon... and so on.

"You have no gender, but it is a special division and reproduction. But now, you need to make a change. There is a mystery in heaven and earth, and the road is divided into yin and yang. Yin and Yang intersect, and life reproduces. As for your gender choices, you can choose for yourself in future evolution.

The night is like a magic stick, issuing a series of orders.

He pointed to his forehead and said, "Now go back to your residence. When you meet, I will call you out."

Twelve purple fires, like lightning, fell into the forehead of the night, as if they had never appeared. In the dark, the night has a trace of connection with them, which can understand their state and convey their thinking.

After all this, the night was in the mood to look at the little skeleton in front of him.

The blue fire in the eyes of the little skeleton trembles rapidly, including many emotions, surprise, fear, fear, but with confusion, excitement and expectation.

Just as I was about to make a move, I heard a sad howling from the thick fog. Some powerful life shouted in despair. Before long, the howling weakened and there was no sound.

It seems that powerful beings will also attack each other. There are no rules here, only the law of the jungle.

"Are you leaving by yourself or following me?" The night calmed down and asked the little skeleton.

The little skeleton has not recovered from the shock, and it doesn't seem to understand the language. The night frowned slightly, using spatial perception to release ideas, and passing on the meaning just expressed to the two blue fires.

At this time, the little skeleton understood. He nodded quickly and was willing to follow.

"In that case, I have to give you a name." The night conveyed the idea, "Your body is weak, but you have a strong idea. It's okay to say that you have a strong heart, but you don't have a heart yet. Small and powerful. You will be called Xiaoqiang in the future.

The little skeleton suddenly danced and seemed to like the name.

"Let's go, Xiaoqiang." The night handed over his thoughts, raised his legs and stepped into the thick fog, out of the oasis. With new gains, those stupid dogmen, let them go.

The thick fog lasted for three days and three nights before it gradually dissipated.

Receiving the thought fluctuations from Xiaoqiang, he gradually understood that the climate here is like this. It will change once every three days, and it will be replaced in the normal state and fog state.

The thick fog contains abundant nutrients, which can nourish the body. So in a foggy day, powerful beings come out to hunt and eat. Absorbing fog can maintain a full of physical energy. When the fog dissipates, those turtles shrink to a place and reduce physical energy consumption.

Therefore, the weak existence is generally active when there is no fog to avoid the predator of the strong.

The fog lost its direction, and the night lost its goal. You can only choose any direction and go all the way.

Along the way, there are many similar types of small skeletons. As soon as they smelled flesh and blood, they quickly gathered together. Obviously, it can't be absorbed, but it wants to take a bite, which comes from the hatred of the living in the bone marrow.

The zodiac purple fire has long returned to the prisms on the forehead of the night.

Along the way, only the skeleton Xiaoqiang hung far behind.

There are more and more skeleton shelves gathered behind him. When the number reaches hundreds, the night casually throws a space to cut and knocked them to the ground. Then Xiaoqiang couldn't wait to rush over and absorb the flames of the same kind.

Xiaoqiang calls the flame burning in the skull skull a kindling.

These kindlings are useful not only for Xiaoqiang, but also for the purple fire of the twelve zodiac animals. The difference is that Xiaoqiang relies on these fires to promote the level, while the zodiac purple fire relies on these fires to replenish energy. Their life level is completely different from that of Xiaoqiang.

They serve the night, and the night calls them Ziwei.

But these kindlings are really inferior, and there is very little supplement to the zodiac Ziwei. So they are still very vulnerable and in the stage of waiting to be fed.

As time went on, the night became impatient.

He still hasn't found any information about Jietian, and he can't even know their life or death. The joy of the appearance of Twelve Purple Guards was quickly diluted. Who knows if Jietian and others can survive here?