Chapter 0320 Tens of Thousands of Spiritual Beasts

After a while.

Yun Qingyan followed Mo Yanyu and arrived under an altar.

The altar is made of black rocks and is about a hundred meters high. On the top of the altar, there is an animal statue.

It looks like a fox with a long tail.

But Yun Qingyan recognized at a glance that this was not a fox, but a statue of a weasel.

"What a strange tribe, actually worshiping the weasel..." Yun Qingyan couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

Even if the weasel becomes a spirit, it is still a notorious spiritual beast. Whether in the fairy world or in the myths and legends of the mortal world, it is an existence that everyone despises.

Take the secular world as an example, to describe people who are not well-intentioned, they always use: A weasel greets a rooster in the New Year, which is not good-hearted.

"Yan Yu, leave three drops of blood. After Huang Daxian appears, he will use your blood to determine whether you are qualified to become a fairy."

Behind the altar, a skinny old man walked out.

The old man was dressed in black, and his face was wrapped in a black scarf, making it difficult to see what he looked like.

In addition, the old man still exudes a stench, like the farts of a fat man with indigestion who has been bored for several days.

But Yun Qingyan’s consciousness swept over.

Then he discovered that this scrawny man was not a human being, but an innate weasel.

Although innate beings can take shape.

But this weasel has a very small nose, a very pointed mouth, and ears covered with yellow hair... The overall facial features are extremely ugly and do not look like a human being at all.

With a desperate expression, Mo Yanyu did as the old man who had transformed into a weasel did, pricking his finger with a silver needle and squeezing out three drops of blood.

"Okay, you can leave. I will tell you the results in three days."

The old man issued an order to expel the guests and signaled Mo Yanyu to leave.

After Mo Yanyu left.

The old man returned to the altar and took out a jade stone.

Yun Qingyan's spiritual consciousness scanned it and recognized that it was a message jade. Within a certain range, people holding the same jade can communicate through words.

"Master, my subordinate has collected the blood of ten girls. Should I wait for you to come here in person, or will my subordinate send it back?"

The old man said to the messenger jade in a respectful tone.

"I am receiving the distinguished guests from above. You can send them back first." A moment later, the messenger jade rang, a hoarse voice.

"Yes, Master!"

The old man greeted him respectfully, and then his figure broke through the air and flew towards the depths of the Qilian Mountains.

Yun Qingyan did not catch up, but used his spiritual consciousness to mark the opponent's back.

Yun Qingyan retreated.

He didn't say anything and didn't ask Mo Yanyu. After returning, he went back to the room to sit cross-legged and meditate.

About dusk.

He heard the noise of the crowd coming from the yard outside.

"Congratulations to Mr. Mo, once Yan Yu is chosen by Wong Tai Sin, she will become a fairy!"

"Even if you can't become an immortal aunt, you can still become Huang Daxian's concubine. By then, no one in the entire Qilian tribe will dare to offend Mr. Mo!"

"Mr. Mo, as the leader of the Qilian tribe, I would like to thank you on behalf of the entire Qilian tribe! I only hope that Yan Yu can say a few kind words in front of Huang Taixian so that Quanzi can enter the immortal gate and become Huang Taixian. His disciples."

…

Yun Qingyan uses the words of these people.

It soon became known that the tribes near the Qilian Mountains had to make offerings to Wong Tai Sin every year.

The tribute is not gold, silver, jewelry, or panacea, but an unmarried girl.

Once a tribal girl is selected, everything will go smoothly in the next three years, but she will be blessed by Wong Tai Sin.

If no girl is chosen, the tribe will be plagued by plague, and countless people will die.

"strangeness……"

Yun Qingyan seemed to have thought of something, and confusion suddenly appeared on his face, "These people outside are almost all ordinary people, and the few warriors are all warriors of several levels of the Star Realm..."

Yun Qingyan has been here for ten days.

Yun Qingyan had only been in contact with Mo Hai and Mo Yanyu. Their grandfather and grandson had no cultivation level, so Yun Qingyan didn't think too much about it.

But almost everyone has no cultivation, so Yun Qingyan is not surprised.

Yun Qingyan has already felt that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is more than twice that of Xuesha County.

Even people with average talent can cultivate to the Moon Realm here.

But there are dozens of people outside, even those with cultivation levels, who are only at the first level of Star Realm.

Moreover, Yun Qingyan used his spiritual sense to observe the few people with cultivation levels, and couldn't help but become more confused: "These people have pretty good qualifications. At least they can cultivate to the Yang realm..."

Yun Qingyan left the Qilian tribe a little.

For some reason, Yun Qingyan always felt that this place was weird.

It gave him a faint feeling like a thorn in his back.

Yun Qingyan flew deep into the Qilian Mountains, "I previously left a mark on the innate weasel. His presence can be sensed through this mark."

Yun Qingyan was very fast, and after a while, he had penetrated thousands of miles into the Qilian Mountains.

His consciousness discovered a dojo.

It is composed of countless palaces and mansions.

Yun Qingyan found tens of thousands of spiritual beasts inside, but they were all weasels.

There are those who have transformed, and there are those who have not.

There are probably more than 500 innate creatures, and more than 100 in the Yingdan realm.

More than thirty of them were in the half-step profound realm.

Four from the Xuan Realm.

There is even a half-step infant transformation and an infant transformation.

It's just that Yingbianjing is not a weasel, but a roc.

"Hey, in three days, it will be the annual harvest day!"

"Our weasel clan supports more than a thousand tribes near the Qilian Mountains, and every year more than a thousand girls are presented as tributes!"

"After ancestors enjoy it, they will divide it and give it to the people below to enjoy!"

"Tsk tsk, I really envy the elders who have cultivated to the half-step profound realm and the profound realm. They have one chick to enjoy every year. And we can only play with them and play with the rest."

"Hehe, just be content. We are in the Yingdan realm after all. Those tribesmen with innate creatures are still playing with us and playing with the rest. How many hands are there?"

…

Yun Qingyan's consciousness heard the conversation of several Yingdan realm weasels in a palace.

Suddenly, Yun Qingyan's eyes turned cold.

Through the exchanges with Weasel in Ting Ying's Transformation Realm, Yun Qingyan already had a rough idea of ​​the structure of the Qilian Mountains.

Ruled by a clan of weasels.

All the tribes rooted in the Qilian Mountains were fed by them.

"Huh? Humans are imprisoned here..."

Yun Qingyan discovered thousands of human races in a dungeon thousands of meters underground.

There are men and women.

They were all naked and ravaged into disgrace.

There were many men who were yelling: "Devil, what bullshit Wong Tai Sin is, he is basically a demon..."

"My father is the leader of the Aries Tribe. He worked so hard to send me to the Immortal Sect to learn skills. Unexpectedly, this place is not an Immortal Sect at all, but a weasel's den."