"The power of the fight, three stages!"

In the early morning, wisps of golden morning glow rose from the sky.

On the boulder, which weighs 10,000 tons, a thirteen-year-old boy is walking on his horse, punching the bulge of the boulder in front of him, and he is complaining.

The young man's facial features are clear and deep, his body is long, although he is only a young man, he has a figure that is no worse than the age of a weak crown with a bundle of hair, and his long black hair is scattered randomly on his chest and back, with the common complexion of the Terrans of the Wastelands, a healthy color like wheat.

He was shirtless and sweating.

The most striking thing is his left chest, a palm-sized red tattoo, said to be a tattoo but different, as if innate, it is a kind of text, and like a pattern, if it shocks the heavens, open the dragon's mouth and roar dragon.

This is something that all the Terrans of the Wastelands have, the man is on the left chest, the woman is on the back, and it is innate.

"I've been repairing for two years, and it's still like this, the heavens and the earth, could it be that I want to learn from Xiao Yan's big guy to start the game, shouldn't there be a bit of an audience at this time, come and laugh at some people and add a divorce."

Dao Tianjun immediately withdrew his hand after hitting it, and muttered to himself in his heart.

However, looking at his face is not the same thing, some are natural and calm.

Dao Tianjun, a name that sounds extremely middle-two.

In his previous life, he was a fan of novels, and he was no stranger to crossing, from the beginning he was very excited to the final calm, and two years was enough time as a good buffer period, and he gradually knew his own situation.

After two years.

He also got a general idea of what kind of world he lived in.

According to him, the information he got from the population of the village is that it is called the Wasteland, and it is not known how big it is.

Wasteland, thousands of mountains, verdant trees, there are giant peaks towering into the sky, there are also vast plains, according to Dao Tianjun's words, if it is seen by the people of the previous life, it must be a primeval forest, a super protected place, and the tickets are at least 1,000 and worth the price.

This is a real wilderness.

The first time he came to this world, Dao Tianjun remembered very well that there were big birds with wings spread in the sky, and there were monkeys as high as the mountains trampling through the mountains in the night.

As a fan of novels, especially the time-traveler in 2018.

After seeing this world, Dao Tianjun thought it was the Great Wilderness, the Eight Domains Prison, but after learning about the cultivation realm, he was stunned for a long time, because this realm was too familiar.

From low to high, the realm of the wheel of the sea, the realm of the Dao Palace, the realm of the four poles, and the realm of the dragon......

I guessed correctly!

This is that world, well, although the timeline is a little worse, but yes, this is the sky after the perfect world.

After that, he started his life, spent half a year to open up the bitter sea, and spent more than a year to fill the bitter sea with the source of divine power, showing off the fountain of life, and he reached such a state in two years.

It can be said that it is extremely "waste"!

Dao Tianjun was very dissatisfied with his cultivation, because it was too wasteful, according to the aura of the protagonist of the novel, he would definitely be a blockbuster, and even he began to wonder if he had obtained the Ancient Holy Body.

However, the truth is brutal.

The bitter sea is not golden, there is an ancient holy body with egg balls.

"Tianjun, what did you say about the third stage of Dou Qi, what is that?"

A voice interrupted Dao Tianjun's thoughts.

Hearing this, Dao Tianjun turned around and looked at a young man walking under the mountain rock, with the face of the most ordinary people, and there was a feeling of a thief between his eyebrows.

"No, I just feel it, I want to become a certain big guy, but it's a pity that there is no audience and I haven't quit the marriage." Dao Tianjun shook his head.

Listen to the words that come from your ears.

The ordinary young man's face was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, "What is the big guy, and what is the divorce, you won't get sick again when you step on the horse." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch Dao Tianjun's forehead.

"Roll on......" Dao Tianjun slapped the young man's hand off, and scolded with a smile, "Ergou, you tease me again, be careful when I break out and you cry, after all, I am destined to sing all the way, ride the east wind to hug the fairy, and become an immortal ancestor." ”

Ergou laughed, "Who told you to talk about some messy things all day long, causing your old man to ask the village chief to see you a few times, and you hit your head two years ago." ”

Hearing this laughter, Dao Tianjun rolled his eyes.

"What did you tell me to do?"

Not chatting with Ergou about those non-nutritious content, Dao Tianjun grabbed the clothes beside him and said.

With this sentence falls.

Ergou was not calm, and looked at Dao Tianjun directly, with a serious look on his little face.

"Have you forgotten, Dragon King Sacrifice?"

Dao Tianjun glanced at him and said, "How could I forget." ”

Dragon King Festival.

The Terrans living in the Wasteland will hold a festival once every ten years!

It is said that it is to worship the peace of the wasteland people to the dragon king, and it is the gratitude of the people to the dragon king, the dragon king is the totem of the wasteland people, and the pattern on the chest is the truest proof, and the people here claim to be the people of the dragon king.

Every ten years, the villages and tribes scattered in the wasteland will go out to hunt and sacrifice the freshest meat to the dragon king.

Once it arrives, the Dragon King Festival is the most lively festival, according to Dao Tianjun, this is the Spring Festival of this world, everyone attaches great importance to it, and every household will prepare.

"It's just, how can it be so fast, doesn't it mean that it will take half an hour to leave?" Dao Tianjun was extremely surprised.

He knew the reason why he was here for morning exercises.

Ergou scratched his head when he heard this, "It's Uncle Zhuang and the village chief's decision, they said that the thunder in the Great Wilderness Mountains yesterday is likely to make the beast restless, go out early, and come back early It will be much safer, after all, ......" His voice suddenly lengthened and became very thin, "You can't go out at night." ”

The breeze blows, bringing a burst of ancient atmosphere of the great wilderness.

In the morning glow, there is a village not far away.

The village is bathed in the golden warm sun, and the stone houses and wooden houses are reflected in the Phnom Penh, quiet and peaceful, with clouds and smoke.

From a distance, you can see the children in the village cultivating with the help of adults, waving their hands to make a tiger and a tiger, and there are also young men like Dao Tianjun gathering, each of whom brings stone tools and wears armor made of animal skins, which can be described as fully armed and in good spirits.

But when it comes to it, the first thing you see when you look at this ancient village is not a child or a prime of life.

There is a huge stone monument standing in the center of the village!

The stele is three zhang high, engraved with the word dragon king, vigorous and powerful, like a dormant angry dragon.

"Tianjun, come here."

There was a shout at the gate of the village, it was an old man, dressed in linen, with pale hair and deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, he did not have any special place, or a different temperament, he was the most ordinary old man.

"Father."

Dao Tianjun walked over and said......

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