This is a living person.
He picked up the corpse of a monster, then untied the thick rope tied behind his waist, wrapped it around the monster's corpse several times, tied it up tightly, and immediately ran to the next monster's corpse.
There were many corpses of monsters here. Although the body parts were scattered all over the ground, his face was full of excitement. After a while, he had tied all the corpses of monsters, big and small, to the long thick rope.
The man exhaled heavily. Although his body was a little tired, the smile on his face never stopped. He grabbed one end of the thick rope with both hands, as if he wanted to take away all the corpses of the monsters by himself.
With his ordinary human body, it was hard to imagine that he could move the mountain of flesh formed by the corpses of monsters that was taller than a small mountain.
Xue Kongfu looked at this person quietly, with a strange look on his face.
As the first human being Xue Kong met in this deep forest, he was really not impressed by this person's appearance.
The man was burly, with bare limbs. He was wearing a thin, dark yellow animal skin. His skin was bronze, and it secreted shiny oil under the sun. There was originally a thick rope tied to his back, but now there was only a strange homemade stone spear.
However, Xue Kong's gaze was mostly focused on this person's eyebrows.
The rest of this person's body was a little dirty, except for his eyebrows, which were spotless. Although they were also bronze in color, they seemed to have been carefully cared for.
Between the clean and flawless eyebrows, there was a black rune, not sure if it was a brand or imprinted by some special means. It exuded a hint of extraordinary aura, which was noticed by Xue Kong.
Xue Kong did not act rashly. The person in front of him was obviously not a cultivator, and was different from the mortals he had seen in the past. Although his strength was extremely weak, it was not convenient to disturb him.
Seeing the man pulling one end of the thick rope, his strong arms suddenly exerted force, and all the muscles in his body were squeezed together in an instant. The burst of power actually made the mountain of flesh formed by the monster's corpse move.
"It's not just the strength of his physical body that can move this mountain of flesh. Most of the power comes from the black rune between his eyebrows." Xue Kong stared at the man's eyebrows. When he exerted strength, the black rune became brighter.
This black rune was obviously a special source of power, providing this person with the strength to move the mountain of flesh. At first, it was just moving, but as the person continued to exert force, the entire mountain of flesh pressed down on him.
The man carried the mountain of meat on his back and moved slowly towards a certain direction in the forest, step by step.
Xue Kong's eyes flashed slightly, and he followed secretly without alerting the enemy.
The power provided by the black rune to this person is more like a physical strength, which enables him not only to survive in the deep mountains and forests full of monsters, but also to hunt monsters.
But this person is not a monk.
This actually piqued Xue Kong's interest.
In the past and even now, he had never heard of the existence of such power in the world. Driven by curiosity, he moved slowly.
After walking for about half an incense stick, the man was still not exhausted. The black rune between his eyebrows began to flicker violently, and even began to blur faintly, as if he was running out of strength.
"Has it reached its limit?" Xue Kong secretly compared this power with that of a cultivator. Assuming that the cultivator did not have powerful magic weapons and spells, this person's strength might be able to surpass a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Condensation.
Xue Kong felt that this power was quite impressive.
"Could it be that there is another way of practicing cultivation in these deep mountains and old forests?" This bizarre thought emerged in Xue Kong's mind. This person's method of cultivation was obviously very different from that of the cultivators.
Just as Xue Kong was thinking about this question, he suddenly raised his head slightly, his eyes showing a strange look, and looked at the dense and tall jungles on both sides not far away.
In the jungle, there were more than a dozen figures approaching the young man with a black rune on his forehead.
"Wujia, Wuye!"
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" The sound of more than a dozen people shouting together was soon heard in the jungle. Then, as the young man with the black rune on his forehead changed his expression, more than a dozen figures also wearing animal skins rushed out of the jungle.
Holding various weapons, they rushed towards the young man with a black rune on his forehead.
"What are they mumbling about? It's a language I can't understand. Could these people be uncivilized people?" Xue Kong felt that something was strange.
He floated in the air, looking quietly.
The young man with the black rune mark on his forehead had a very ugly expression on his face. He growled something that Xue Kong couldn't understand, perhaps a curse. Then he threw away the mountain of flesh on his body, pulled out the stone spear on his back, and started fighting with the dozen or so people.
This young man might have been very strong originally, but carrying the mountain of flesh seemed to have drained a lot of the black rune's power, making him tired and visibly powerless during the fight.
The dozen or so men had rich combat experience and were skilled in using the weapons in their hands. They coordinated with each other and cut wounds on the young man's body one after another. Thick green blood oozed out from the wounds.
A long whip with a dagger tied to the tip was thrown out by one of them and headed straight for the young man's thigh. A whistling sound suddenly sounded, which made the young man alert immediately. He moved his body immediately, but behind him, a stronger man rushed over and hit the young man hard.
The young man had many injuries on his body and was knocked away due to carelessness. The black rune between his eyebrows completely disappeared. At this moment, his thigh was entangled by the long whip, and the dagger at the tip of the long whip pierced into the young man's thigh with a puff.
The veins on the young man's neck suddenly bulged. He grabbed the dagger with his right hand and was about to pull it out, but unexpectedly, a big knife came towards him.
He turned around again and saw five or six figures waving various weapons, blocking all his escape routes. With his seriously injured body, there was no way for him to survive.
Just when he was feeling somewhat desperate, the young man suddenly discovered that both the oncoming sword and the various weapons coming from all directions stopped in place at the same time, as if they were imprisoned by some irresistible force.
The people operating those weapons also had expressions of fear and confusion on their faces, not knowing what was happening.
"You are the only one who has this black rune. So, I will save your life." A calm voice sounded from the void.
Then, in the young man's shocked eyes, a black figure slowly emerged from the empty air, revealing the appearance of a young man dressed differently from him.
Xue Kong looked extremely calm. With a wave of his sleeves, bang sounds were heard from the dozen or so figures around him. One by one, their bodies exploded, leaving them without any resistance.
In the end, only one person was left out of the dozen or so people.
Xue Kong grabbed with his big hand, and the last person was in Xue Kong's palm. His huge spiritual consciousness penetrated into his body, and he roughly performed the soul-searching technique, scanning through all the memories of this person's life, and also learned this person's language.
thump.
The body fell to the ground. Xue Kong pondered for a moment, recalling everything in his memory. Gradually, a light appeared in his eyes.
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