I don't know how people would describe the era we live in thousands of years from now.

Prosperity?

Peace, in general, and in a local war?

I just know how my generation evaluates prehistoric times.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

Looking at the past today, when looking at the present as the future-

The Zhou family is indeed the most powerful of the Heavenly Dynasty's cultivation forces, because the Zhou family has produced a strong man who has been rampant in the cultivation world for a hundred years. It's a pity that geniuses are always jealous, and the strong man who was unbeatable for a while finally died.

However, no one dared to challenge the status of the Zhou family, because that strong man left countless followers before the immortal left, ensuring that the Zhou family could still stand tall despite losing his optimus pillar.

Under the advocacy of this genius, the Zhou family implemented the law of the jungle, ranking seats by strength, from Monday to Wednesday sixteen, a total of thirty-six seats were set up, and these thirty-six people will be inclined to family resources, pills, spirit stones, exercises, the more high-ranking existences, the more they don't need to worry about these things.

Just like the ten people who came to the Western Capital now, each of them has storage items that are difficult to refine in this era.

"Edict!"

Dressed in a blue-gray robe, he pressed the trick with one hand on the storage bag with the other, and with the edict in his mouth, small flags floated out of the bag and shot into the dark alleys.

"Go!!"

The elite of the Zhou family, the elite who fought all the way to earn a famous position, was sweating all the way at the moment, and he yelled at the depths of the streets and alleys, like a mad tiger.

He is Zhou Eighteen, a man who is extremely confident in himself, and in his eyes, if it weren't for his bad luck and an accident in the last 'qualifying match', he would never have just stopped at eighteenth.

In his eyes, even the strongest thirteen among his companions this time is not as good as himself, but the other party is a woman, and he doesn't want to bully her, otherwise he will never give up his right to speak.

However, after all, he is a strong man, and the strong have always been reluctant to be in the company of the weak, and he is as proud as he is, choosing not to walk with anyone and arranging a formation alone.

Then, something happened to him.

As if it were the standard in some movies, people who are alone will always encounter unexpected encounters.

A certain dark alley is the best option to lay down the array flag from the feng shui position, so Zhou 18 walked in, but soon, he shot out of the alley at the speed of a bullet.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several strands of rune paper flew out of his storage bag and turned into yellow light into the alley, and the yellow light illuminated a corner of the alley.

A figure stood in the yellow light.

"Cut, it's really alert ......"

The person standing in the darkness has eyes that are deeper than the night, as if he will fall into them as long as he looks at him, this is not Lin Ming, who is not incarnated as Mo Ye?

After creating a general trend on the streets during the day, he escaped into the hidden place of the city, and the body he was using now was the body of the blood clan after all, even as a true ancestor, he would not be able to exert ten percent of his combat power under the sun.

Darkness is his home turf, and the city with its many inhabitants is his home turf.

As long as he has the advantage of the home field, all the monks who come to fight him will be buried by him, the difference is only how much time it takes and how much it costs.

Therefore, Lin Ming watched coldly as this group of monks arrived, converged, conspired, and even set up a formation.

Until a 'fly' flew up to his nose by itself.

Just like the reaction of ordinary people when they encounter this insect, Lin Ming decided to swatt this 'fly' to death.

However, just like ordinary people who miss when they hit flies because of too much force or the like, Lin Ming also missed.

At the moment when Zhou 18 stepped into the alley, Lin Ming released a mental impact on him, aiming to beat the other party into an idiot at the first time, but judging from the current situation, Lin Ming's attack did not achieve the expected effect.

The rune paper flew in the air, and Zhou Eighteen's heart was shocked and couldn't speak.

"Smack!"

A jade pendant that was broken in half fell from his waist, this was a treasure he had obtained in a blessed land, holding it, even Zhou Xinyan's (before breaking through) full force attack Zhou Eighteen was sure to be able to block it.

Because that blessed land is the abode of a departed might!

Because this jade pendant was the belongings of the powerful back then!

However, now it's broken!

"Run!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Shibai decisively threw out all his net worth, and the talismans and even magic weapons accumulated over the decades were like abandoning their shoes, just to delay for a breath or two.

However, Lin Ming didn't give him this time.

The whites of his eyes had completely disappeared.

"Z~~"

The rune paper in the sky stopped fluttering, and the magic weapons that were menacing a moment ago also stopped their figures, they seemed to have encountered an invisible force field, they were imprisoned in the air, and they shivered one by one, towards the figures standing in the alley.

At the same time, Zhou Shiba, whose body had been vacated, was stopped, just like a paused picture in a movie, and his whole person was frozen for a moment.

He had an expression on his face called 'Unbelievable'.

In the next second, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded.

Zhou 18 died, there was no blood and no screams in the alley, he died silently.

"It didn't taste great, but it was generous. ”

Lin Ming walked past Zhou Eighteen like a walk, and the rune paper and magic weapons in the sky regained their freedom again at this moment, but the master was dead, and they could only fall into the dust.

The blackness in Lin Ming's eyes gradually narrowed, his eyes returned to the appearance of ordinary people, he stopped slightly, and threw a golden fireball at the corpse on the ground that had lost his breath and heartbeat, he only took away the other party's storage bag, and he never looked at the treasures in the eyes of ordinary people all over the ground from beginning to end.

He was not a monk, and although he swallowed the soul of Zhou XVIII when he killed him, and learned what a monk was and how to become a monk, he did not have the mana to drive spells and magic weapons in his body.

Except for one thing.

"Open. ”

Skillfully opening the storage bag, only this thing only needs enough mental power to use, Lin Ming summoned three small black flags from it, and the flags had strange and mysterious symbols on them.

This is a set of array flags, a set of one hundred and eight, arranged according to the yin and yang gossip, which is the basis for building the Tiandu Demon Refining Array. Zhou 18 was in charge of twelve of them, and he had already placed nine of them before he was unlucky enough to meet Lin Ming.

"It's not good to do things halfway. ”

Lin Ming played with the three black flags, and a good idea popped up in his head.