Sweat rained down, but it was steamed at the moment it flowed out, and Lytton's surroundings were like a thick layer of mist, and it was impossible to see whether he was dead or alive in the mist. During the day, white fog is common. At night, however, the moonlight was not very bright, and the fog around Lytton looked grayish-black. Like the evil spirits of the dead, it makes people feel endless fear from the bottom of their hearts.

At this time, Lytton was already in the dangerous moment of running out of oil and running out. He just persevered again and again by inertia, and his mind was all wooden and unaware. It's all subconscious.

But in Gesang's eyes, where is this a dangerous moment in Lydton's cultivation, is it completely the transformation of the Great Demon King?

The old leader of the goshawk tribe is also the inheritor of the bloodline, and he has also awakened, and his strength is much better than that of the first warrior of the tribe. But Gesang had the impression that the strength of the old leader of the goshawk tribe was only stronger than his own. As for whether Lei Ju is powerful or not, it is unknown. But even so, the performance of the leader of the goshawk tribe is still in the realm of humans. But Lytton revealed the secret...... It's already an inhuman existence, okay?

The savage world respects the gods, and Gesang is also a reverent and faithful tribesman who reveres the gods. It stands to reason that he should have prostrate himself on the ground and buried his head in worship of Lytton. But his impression of Lytton was so bad that how could he treat Lytton like a god?

So for the first time, Gesang decided that Litton was an evil demon king who was feared when he remembered it, and he was the villain of mythological stories.

In the darkness, wrapped in the thick fog that he tossed out, it was already extremely strange.

Especially just now, there was a faint flash of light, and Gesang couldn't think of it even if he broke his head, this is something that a person can do.

Afraid that he would be too surprised and shout, Gesang even bit a branch that was slightly thicker than his fingers, and because he was too surprised, he bit off the branch stiffly.

Let's go!

The scalp was numb, and the cold sweat on his back suddenly moistened, and a thought suddenly flashed in Gesang's heart: "It's over, it's been discovered." ”

Stiffly, Gesang was about to stand up to indicate that he was passing by, and the moment he undoubtedly peeked into Litton's practice and exercises, he hesitated a little, as if Litton didn't react at all, and he didn't mean to speak. It's like...... No, no, I haven't been discovered, but I'm suspicious?

After this thought popped up in Gesang's heart, the thought of luck became stronger and stronger. It seems that if he will slowly retreat, Lytton probably won't know.

At this time, where was Lyton distracted, but then again, even if he found out that there was an extra person on the side, or Gesang, who he couldn't trust, he probably wouldn't be able to react too drastically, let alone kill people. Even if his body is unharmed, and his strength is already much stronger than Gesang, it is almost impossible to kill with one blow and let the other party die. And at the moment, he didn't even have the strength to raise his arms, and the whole person seemed to be tied up by circles of hemp rope, and he couldn't move at all. On the contrary, if Gesang had been bolder, it would have been easier to kill Litton.

He was at a critical moment in his life-and-death struggle, further, perhaps just to live.

And taking a step back, it may be the abyss.

So, he had no choice but to retreat at all.

"Block me."

"Seal me!"

Again and again faced the onslaught of the furious aura, and again and again there were dangers, but they were not completely defeated. It is like a boat adrift on the sea in a storm, one moment it is tossed high by the waves, and the next moment, it falls to the bottom. All it takes is a small negligence, and it may be a situation where the ship sinks and people die.

Litton gritted his teeth, the pain had become numb, and when he had reached the extreme, his nerves began to get tired, but his soul became stronger, as if the pain had become less intense, giving him a chance to breathe. In fact, the breath was rampaging in the body, the meridians were torn apart, and they were stretched out in a circle, which was unbearable and unimaginable for ordinary people. It's not just the pain, it's also good.

Of course he didn't know, even if he knew that Lytton didn't want this benefit, he couldn't bear it for whomever he loved.

But where did he know this, he felt that the meridians seemed to be able to carry the aftermath of some breath impact, as if they had been expanded. However, how did Lyton, who didn't even know how to play health tai chi, knew these ways, and thought that his body had been destroyed to the point of fragmentation.

It's like a pair of autumn pants, its owner is a long-legged beauty, weighing 98 pounds, at least 168 tall, convex and backward...... Then these autumn pants were worn once by a desperate girlfriend who is 158 tall and weighs nearly 200...... Do autumn pants have a future? Can it still be favored by the goddess?

The answer is imminent, no!

And Lyton's perception of the body at this moment is the same as the autumn pants that are stretched by the fat girl.

Even if he survived in the end, he survived the hardest time.

The ending may not be good, maybe he will not be disabled, but the physical damage is real on him, and he doesn't believe that after this life and death change, he will be unscathed, which is not scientific.

But even so, he wanted to live, to live in a world that he could dominate. Although the scope of his so-called domination is small, he is only a small leader of a broken tribe in the wilderness. But he also didn't want to live in a mediocre world, he no longer wanted to be a subordinate, a machine that obeyed orders, a walking dead whose soul was imprisoned.

Lytton is also at a dead end, and the wilderness in which he lives is not a world where science can explain everything.

Perhaps the science of this world existed in a different way, not the one he knew.

Stay alive!

Stay alive!

With this thought, Litton didn't know how many times he suppressed it, and he didn't know how many times he came back to life from the edge of the cliff of life and death. Now, he is dying, and only the breath in his chest has not dissipated, indicating that he is still alive and fighting against fate. If it were an ordinary person when he was dying, his eyes would definitely be dilated, but Lyton's eyes were clear and clear, as if he could penetrate everything.

I don't know if Lytton was lucky, or if he was too much to carry it.

He is a stupid boy who doesn't know anything about the rules of the wilderness, but he accidentally found a way to practice indiscriminately, but without the exercises, he has to catch blindness. By mistake, he broke into the cultivation, but as a result, he was like a rat stuck in the sewer, rampage.

If there was someone next to him who knew how to cultivate, if the former leader of the Barbarian Bull tribe was by his side, maybe he wouldn't have reached a dead end at all.

Breath is not the most ideal way to suppress, it needs to be guided, correctly guided.

In fact, if he let his breath hit the Jade Court along his meridians, that is, the method above his head, he might have entered a whole new world. A world that amazed him, but couldn't understand it. But all this was blocked back by him.

Lytton didn't understand.

Gesang couldn't see it either.

Anyway, in Gesang's opinion, Litton deliberately concealed his strength, which was too insidious and unsavage. As simple as Ma Lanhua in the valley, if he broke through Lytton's secret, according to the plot understood by Gesang, he would definitely be killed.

One-step.

Two steps.

As light as a civet cat, Gesang slowly retreated, and just as he was glad that Litton hadn't noticed him and that he would soon be able to get out of Litton's perceptual area, his body suddenly seemed to be frozen, like wood, and time stopped. Right next to Lytton was a flame tiger in sight. It is the king of the mountains and forests, and under the fiery fur of its body, which is as hard as a rock.

It is also three or four meters long without a tail, and with a short and ugly tail, well, it is only about three or four meters. The weight directly reached the appearance of an adult bison, and only the legendary wild beast was the nemesis of the Yanhu. It doesn't have to stealth at all to get enough food. However, the terrible thing about Yanhu is not that it is powerful, but that its favorite in its recipes is always people. And at night, this powerful creature is also easily recognizable, its eyes are its greatest feature, in the night, the fiery red eyes are as easy to recognize as the wolf's blue eyes, and there is absolutely no mistake.

However, Yanhu didn't take action at the moment, it looked at Lyton curiously, and the beast's sixth sense told him that this guy had some strength. But it's still a little worse than the mighty King of the Forest. Yanhu proudly thought that in the forest, it was not afraid of any strong man. Perhaps as an adult, it has never encountered an existence that makes it retreat.

As for Gesang?

It's an ant...... No, food to be exact.

Yan Hu stared at Gesang for a moment, and scared Gesang so much that he wanted to run away, but the problem was that his two legs couldn't outrun Yan Hu's four legs at all.

Especially Yan Hu's calm eyes, as if he had already eaten him, made him feel an infinite grudge.

Desperate to burst out of his last glory, Gesang decided to warn the bastards of the Wild Bull Tribe!

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