The baby was lying in Feng Jiu's arms, Zhang Long held on to prevent himself from fainting, the injury was too serious, and if he wanted to faint at this time, he might never wake up again.

"First, get out of here. ”

Glancing at the bone-eating beast that was still sleeping, Zhang Long struggled.

Feng Jiu nodded, then looked at Ao Huang and said, "What about her? It's all caused by this demon clan, let me kill her first to avenge you!"

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Long was so angry that he almost vomited blood, why couldn't he understand people's words?

"Are you going to be angry with me?" glaring at Feng Jiu, Zhang Long used all his strength to warn, "Tell you two, you can't touch her, understand? Don't ask why, leave first!"

Feng Jiu and Yi Xiaofu were stunned again, although they didn't know why Zhang Long was so protective of a demon clan, but because they didn't want to make Zhang Long angry. The two compromised.

Staring at Ao Huang viciously, Feng Jiu picked up Zhang Long, and easily jumped up the ravine in a few jumps.

Yi Xiaofu also followed, dragging the big-mouthed beast back the way it came.

Soon, only Ao Huang and the massive bone-eating beast were left in the ravine. Fortunately, the bone-eating beast was also tired because of the continuous battle with the eight nine-tailed divine foxes, and it was not awakened by the movement made by Zhang Long and the others, otherwise it would not have ended so easily.

Looking at Zhang Long and the three of them blankly, knowing that they were far away, Ao Huang got up. He also jumped up the ravine and went towards his tribe.

……

Zhang Long and the three did not know the tribe, but found a sheltered cave and walked in.

Zhang Long's injuries were too serious, and it was not appropriate to continue on the road.

Feng Jiu and Yi Xiaofu panicked six gods, one stood stunned and watched Zhang Long's miserable injuries, and the other stood at the entrance of the cave, praying to the sky, trying to let the Pangu God appear to save Zhang Long's little friend.

Zhang Long didn't care about anything else, and while using his mental power to control the blood flow of the wound, he closed his eyes and used his remaining spiritual power to collide with a cyclone in the dantian.

His injuries at the moment are indeed very serious, coupled with the poor physical foundation, it is impossible to heal on his own, and he must be treated, but all the pills have been used up, so he can only rely on his own cultivation.

When he first came to this desolate world, Zhang Long was in a coma, so he didn't prevent it, causing all five cyclones to be sealed by the power of the desolate wilderness, and if he wanted to use it at this moment, he had to unseal it first.

The power of the desolation, the strongest and most domineering of all energies, even if Zhang Long's spiritual power far exceeds his own cultivation, it is not something that can be done in a moment and a half.

He didn't unseal the five cyclones at the same time, but chose the best wood-attribute spiritual power to heal, condensed the spiritual power into a line, and constantly bombarded the gray-white obstacles around the wood-attribute cyclone.

Time flew by, until night fell, and the gray-white around the wood-attribute cyclone finally loosened.

First, under the shock and traction of spiritual power, several gaps appeared, and then, Zhang Long directly penetrated the spiritual power into this gap and shook from the inside.

I don't know how long it took, but the cracks became more pronounced and spread in all directions, outlining a lot of mottling on the gray and white.

"Click!"

Suddenly, there was a small crumbling sound, and several gray and mottled patches fell from the cyclone.

Suddenly, the turquoise wood attribute spiritual power inside appeared, making Zhang Long feel a touch of cool comfort.

But the power of the desolation in his body once again permeated the dantian, trying to plug the cracked hole in the cyclone.

The power of the desolation is an extremely turbid and complex power, and the aura cultivated in Zhang Long's body is an extremely pure existence, just like pure water encountering soil, it will be automatically contaminated and sealed.

But. This time, Zhang Long was on guard.

Before that layer of gray-white power reached the hole, Zhang Long used his spiritual power to cover the hole of the cyclone, and it automatically stopped without any spiritual power.

With a sigh of relief, Zhang Long once again wrapped a trace of wood attribute spiritual power with his spiritual power, and through the gray-white mist outside, he wandered towards the wound on his chest.

The turquoise spiritual power spread out among the torn flesh and blood, instantly bringing out an extreme comfort, and even the rapid rebirth of cells could be felt.

Zhang Long, who closed his eyes, smiled, and finally felt relieved that he didn't have to die.

Let's just say, just find the dragon god and hang up, so how can you have a leg with the dragon god in the future?

Throughout the afternoon, Feng Jiu and Yi Xiaofu had been looking at Zhang Long, and their expressions changed from worry at the beginning to doubt, and finally to fear!

They couldn't understand the changes in Zhang Long.

The huge blood hole in his chest, if it was replaced by someone else, would have bled to death, but Zhang Long's wound suddenly stopped bleeding automatically, obviously the blood was dripping, and there was no sign of scabbing, but the bright red blood just stopped flowing!

Also, with such a serious injury, Feng Jiu and Yi Xiaofu both hurt when they looked at it. But Zhang Long, who has always been considered weak and incompetent, didn't say a word the whole time, how strong is this endurance?

And the most terrifying thing is the scene that the two of them saw at the moment, the wound began to heal automatically. The torn flesh suddenly glowed with a turquoise sheen they had never seen before, and then the wound regenerated at a rate visible to the naked eye, making the bloody hole smaller and smaller until it was completely gone.

By the time the sun rose the next day, Zhang Long's injuries had healed, except for some blood stains on his chest. Not even a single scar remained.

Feng Jiu and Yi Xiaofu stood in a daze all night, and Zhang Long's image in the eyes of the two of them was once again higher than the sky, which was completely incomprehensible.

Fortunately, the two of them were used to this feeling of head cramps and didn't ask why.

Xiao Short is no longer the weak and incompetent Xiao Short at the beginning, but a strange person full of mystery and beyond their cognition. As mysterious as the god Pangu.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that the two didn't ask much, Zhang Long was also happy, waved his hand and walked out of the cave.

"Oh. ”

Feng Jiu and Yi Xiaofu responded obediently, no longer having any ideas, they just wanted to be an errand runner for Zhang Long quietly.

The mouth of the cave was examined to make sure there was no decay. The three of them dragged the prey toward the tribe.

In this ancient world, although the giants wore very little clothing, the climate was extremely cold, and the flesh and blood of the large-mouthed beast were far tougher and more condensed than the beasts of later generations, and it was not so perishable.

On the road. Zhang Long continued to play the role of human radar, easily avoiding all dangers in the shock of Feng Jiu and Yi Xiaofu, and successfully returned to the location of the tribe.

At this time, the hunters of Yidashan finally returned to the tribe after nearly a month.

It's a pity. This time, Yi Dashan was not very lucky, not only did he not hit any prey, but also lost two auxiliary personnel.

The white sun shrouded the tribe, the temperature was cold, and the light was still a little dim.

All the tribesmen gathered in the open space in the center of the tribe, and the warriors of Yidashan sat in the middle. The rest of the people gathered around.

Everyone was depressed.

The prey was missed, and two companions were lost, and this time the hunt was a complete failure.

Importantly, without prey, there is no food, and the tribal leaders will never use the food they have in stock. Those were used to prepare Yidashan for the journey to another world.

But the giants present have not eaten for a long time, for three or two days, and for seven or eight days, and if there is no food, I am afraid that there will be a large number of starvations.

Although the giants have simple brains, they also understand what this mass attrition means for the tribe, and in a world full of dangers, there are not enough people together to survive.

"Father, let's go out again. ”

After being silent for a long time, Yi Dashan raised his eyes and looked at the leader.

The white-haired leader also had a solemn face, and he looked at the warriors of Yidashan. They were all exhausted, and several of them were injured, and going out again would be tantamount to death.

So, the leader shook his head and said helplessly: "It won't help to go again now." Let's wait until you're healed. ”

As soon as these words came out, Yidashan was nothing, but he felt sorry for the giants around him, and his heart was cold.

There was no doubt that the chief did not intend to let these warriors out again, and they would not be able to get food for a short time. Yidashan is a nobleman, and the status of the rest of the warriors is not low, and the leader will definitely prepare food for these people in order to preserve his strength, but the others can only be forced to starve.

How many days can the already hungry people last?

The scene where hundreds of giants gathered. The atmosphere was suddenly so dull that it was suffocating, as if death was hanging over the head.

"We're going to die, huh. Someone smiled wryly.

"I must have died first, I haven't eaten for six days. Someone chimed in.

There were also many people who sobbed silently, and their faces were full of tears.

For a time, icy despair spread throughout the tribe.

The leader also lowered his arrogant head, unable to guarantee the safety of the tribesmen, and even starved them to death, which was undoubtedly the greatest shame for him, the leader.

But what can he do? He is too old to hunt, and those who are capable of hunting are exhausted and injured, and it is absolutely impossible for him to go out hunting again, and it is only a useless adventure to do so.

That would only make everyone hungry first.

He had already made a plan, first took out a small amount of food from the storehouse, and let the Yidashan group of warriors recover from their injuries as soon as possible, and then go out hunting. Hopefully, not too many people will starve to death by then.

At the same time, he also prepared for the worst, if the next hunt was still in vain, then he could only let Yi Dashan set off in advance with a few warriors and all the food, and as for the rest, leave to fend for themselves.

It's brutal. Every day is walking on thin ice, but the leader has done his best, who made this a world full of death and cruelty.

Bowing his head and sighing, the leader turned and walked away, his old figure looking weaker and weaker in the pale sunlight.

"Yi Xiaofu and Feng Jiu, and that little short also went out hunting, do you think they will succeed?"

At this moment, a giant who was about to go crazy seized the last glimmer of hope.

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