The world is full of wonders.

This floating tribe who lives and dies day and night is just a corner of the world.

Whether it's the Floating Clan, or someone else, or something else, it's just a landscape in Xiao Chen's long life.

Xiao Chen may sympathize, may be sad, and even if conditions permit, Xiao Chen will read a scripture for them, but Xiao Chen will never stop.

The wind is blowing, and the wind-blown clothes are hunting.

The old tree spirit appeared beside Xiao Chen.

The old man's snow-white beard and hair danced in the wind, making his chubby face look a little funny.

The old man looked a little nervous and pointed to the right and said: "Great Immortal, you can't go over there, there is an invincible battle spirit entrenched over there, and his resentment is soaring, and his life is extinct." ”

Xiao Chen laughed, patted the old man's shoulder and said with a smile: "You old man is very bad." ”

"I know that I don't belong here, I must have a plan to come here, and now I have revealed a little rumor to me, didn't you deliberately lead me there?"

"When I get over there, I'll fight with that bullshit spirit, hello watching the fire from the other side. ”

The old man's face was slightly red, and he scratched his head a little embarrassed.

Careful thinking was seen through, he was like a schoolboy who made a mistake facing his teacher, a little uneasy.

Facing the young-looking Xiao Chen, the old man's embarrassed appearance did not have a trace of disobedience, it seemed that this was the way it should be.

The old man opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't open his mouth.

Xiao Chen shook his head: "Don't worry, since you are cheeky and careful, I will also go over and take a look." ”

The old man was a little surprised, why did this great immortal's thinking be so out-of-the-box.

Knowing his little abacus, he has to drill it himself.

Xiao Chen's figure swept in the direction pointed by the old man at great speed.

Knowing the old man's calculations, Xiao Chen didn't care, the reason was very simple.

When the old man spoke just now, his hands trembled very much, and a person who calculates others and his hands will tremble, should not be so bad.

Xiao Chen's figure was very fast, and it was almost so fast that afterimages appeared on the tops of many trees.

If someone looks down at the sky, they will find that there are countless Xiao Chens above the forest sea, frozen on the top of the trees in various postures, which is magnificent.

……

When Xu Huaiyi's eyes brightened, he felt a scorching wave of air surging towards him.

Xu Huaiyi hurriedly took out the small pistol he used for self-defense and looked around nervously.

Surrounded by a barren Gobi, as far as the eye can see, some large and small stones are scattered on the Gobi desert, without a trace of life.

And the scorching wave of air came from afar, and the air was twisted by the impact of the heat wave.

Fortunately, the distance was far enough, and the heat wave was already tolerable when it reached Xu Huaiyi.

Xu Huaiyi opened the kettle and poured it, and began to find his companion.

Don't look at Xu Huaiyi as a nerd engaged in scientific research, the young old man gave up his pen and followed Rong, and he really went to the battlefield and killed people.

When the battle was won, the old man picked up his pen again and started his research with peace of mind.

Otherwise, how could he, a national treasure-level researcher, give birth to a son who dances with knives and guns all day long.

The old man looked around, but did not notice his companion.

The old man knew that the most important thing now was to find his companions, and that there was strength in numbers, so that there would be a good one to take care of.

The old man took out the compass and some scientific instruments, only to find that they were all out of order.

This made the old man's heart a little uneasy, and the old man walked for a while, feeling a little powerless.

This scorching wave of air made the old man's already not very good physical strength pass quickly.

The old man leaned against a boulder, gasping for breath.

A scribbled drawing on the stone aroused the old man's interest.

The picture was extremely simple, like a child's graffiti work, but the old man still saw the clues from the simple picture.

The pattern depicts a large group of people walking out of the mountains and forests.

The leader is a monster with eight legs, three heads and six arms.

The monster had its mouth wide open, as if it was spraying something, and above the monster's head were dense clumps of scribbled lines.

The old man took out his camera and began to take pictures, while thinking about the meaning of the pattern to be expressed.

But there was so little information that the old man put away his camera and ran to another boulder.

Sure enough, as the old man expected, there was also a pattern on this boulder.

After looking at it for a long time, the old man saw that this should be a picture of a soldier who was ordered to go out to fight in danger.

The old man looked at the boulders one by one, and the patterns were incoherent, as if the owner of the drawing was just a whim, thinking of where to draw it.

But through the clues, the old man has all kinds of reasonable inferences, and these pictures should express the scene of the Yellow Emperor vs. Chiyou.

And the first picture, the monster with a face like a bull's head, eight legs, three heads and six arms, is the legendary soldier master Chiyou.

The old man was thrilled with his discovery.

And there is one of them, which should be the legendary, the picture of the fire god Zhurong and the water god working together, which is extremely detailed.

I took a picture, but the old man's face suddenly changed again, there are pictures here, so what does it mean? It means that there are no people moving here.

The old man suddenly became nervous, he was not the kind of nerd who spends his days in the laboratory and had fantasies about everything.

Appearing here like this abruptly may cause some trouble.

The old man put away his camera, took out his binoculars, and found that at the end of his vision, there was a lush forest.

The old man decided to leave here first, and when he found a companion, it would not be too late to come back and study.

Suddenly, an illusory shadow appeared in the corner of the old man's eye, and the old man turned his head sharply, but there was nothing in his eyes.

The old man's heart sank, and he quickened his pace and ran in the direction of the forest.

A feeling of being watched crept up on the old man's heart, but every time he turned his head, there was nothing.

"Did you encounter something unclean? The old man guessed in his heart.

Fortunately, since the revival of the aura of heaven and earth, all kinds of strange things have been seen, and the old man has not panicked.

But as time went on, the feeling of being watched became more and more serious, and the old man could even feel that the invisible thing was floating around him.

Sweat slid down his forehead in large drops, and this kind of fear that could not be seen or touched was the most heart-wrenching.

Suddenly, the old man felt a chill on his neck, and the old man subconsciously touched his neck.

"Bang!"

The old man collapsed to the ground in an instant, because his hands were covered with blood.

The old man pressed his neck tightly, and the pain in his heart rushed into his mind at this time.

The old man felt the wound on his neck with his hands, but fortunately it did not hurt the major arteries.