At this time, the rough lines carved on the hides became mountains and ravines under their feet.

Suddenly, the little lizard stopped in front of a bare mountain, its eyes thoughtful.

The mountain in front of it cannot be called a mountain, because it is only half a section, as if it had been cut from the middle with a sharp sword, and only one section remains, shaped like a stump.

"This is the iron felt in the painting. The little lizard whispered.

And on this iron felt made of mountains, there is a strange beast with the body of a bull head and a snake.

"It's an ancient cow. The little lizard's eyes flickered, and it bounced up, levitating to the heights.

It has to look at the picture and see the artistic conception in it.

The humanoid Mu Feng naturally did not have such magical powers, so he could only barely maintain his body and let the little lizard explore.

"This man is holding a hammer, using the mountain as an iron felt, and the ancient Kui Niu as a rough embryo, and he is striking iron?"

"Or is he killing the creatures on the felt?"

The little lizard is staggering, and the Kui Niu is also a well-known fierce beast in the ancient times, and it is actually regarded as a rough embryo for striking iron.

This kind of supernatural power, a person who can use it, does not have it in its memory.

It looked at the man who struck the iron, and saw that he was wearing a beast skirt, and his red upper body was knotted with knots, and each muscle exuded a savage primitive power.

But his face was too blurry, and the little lizard looked at it for a long time, and he didn't remember a trace of information about this beast man.

"It doesn't make sense, this person can't be nameless in the primeval period, why don't I know him. ”

The little lizard wondered why it didn't have the slightest impression of the beast men.

"I didn't see anything, and I didn't know the man in the beast skirt. ”

The little lizard shook its head and said to the humanoid Mu Feng.

They moved on to the next depiction, which was more or less the same as before, a primeval gluttonous head in an iron felt made of a remnant mountain.

This is also a fierce beast that is not inferior to the primeval Kui Niu, and it also has a great reputation in the primeval period.

Today's Great Wilderness has long since lost the traces of these primeval beasts, and some are only rumors about them, as well as some relics containing their bloodlines.

These relics alone also have a great reputation in the Great Wilderness, and the outstanding ones among them are all powerful giants who dominate one side.

The little lizard shook its head as it walked, and it had a lot of doubts in its mind at the moment, and it suspected that someone had cut off its memories and made it forget what had happened in the primeval years.

Two bright and dark dots of light sped forward on the hide, this time landing on the other side.

"His grandmother's dares to use our True Dragon Clan as a rough embryo to smelt iron. ”

The little lizard screamed in the air, it was angry, it was angry.

Because in the painting in front of him, what was placed on the iron felt was an ancient real dragon.

Although the depiction is sloppy, the little lizard can see that this is indeed a real dragon from the primeval period.

It looked at the beast-skirted man again, gritting its teeth, eager to swallow it in its mouth, chewing it raw.

Then it felt a little depressed and a little sad.

Although their True Dragon Clan was an incomparably brilliant and powerful clan in the primeval period, there were also some ancient beings that they did not dare to provoke easily.

These existential counterweights, the rules of survival of all things in heaven and earth, life and death, and suppression of all living beings.

"Could it be that this beast-skirted man is a giant from the primeval period?"

The little lizard's face was gloomy, and it felt more and more that it had been deprived of its memories, that it had lost some of the events of the primeval years.

It fell from the sky in a huff, and then said to the humanoid Mu Feng:

"There's something wrong with these portrayals, and I don't see anything about it. ”

The humanoid Mu Feng looked at the little lizard and nodded slowly, he understood.

The little lizard continued to walk around the animal skin with Mu Feng, and this time they came to a place where three depictions were connected.

The humanoid Mu Feng recognized these pictures, which were the last three iron-striking pictures connected together on the animal skin.

His father Mu Ze comprehended the "three stacks and three strikes" hammer method after watching these three pictures.

He also uses this hammer method, which has a great effect on the strength of the body.

The humanoid Mu Feng floated up to the little lizard and stretched out his vague right hand to his mouth.

"Do you have something to say to me?" asked the little lizard.

The humanoid Mu Feng nodded.

A wet silk thread flew out of the little lizard's mouth, and this silk thread flashed into the head of the humanoid Mu Feng, connecting it with Mu Feng.

"What do you say? You want to ride on me, and let me take you up to see these depictions. ”

The little lizard's face was not good, and it felt the fluctuations transmitted back from the humanoid Mu Peak.

The humanoid Mu Feng nodded.

"Let go of your mother's stinking fart, Uncle Long, my identity is so noble, how can I give you this kid as a mount. The little lizard jumped to his feet and scolded.

"I'll tell you, kid Mufeng, don't even think about it. The little lizard threw Mu Feng a roll of his eyes.

"You want to fly up and see it yourself, and Uncle Long didn't stop you. ”

The humanoid Mu Feng shook his head.

"You don't tell me these trivial things, Uncle Long, how many times have I saved you, I don't owe you at all. ”

"Okay, okay, you shut up. In order for Uncle Long to spend a long time outside, I can barely help you kid once. ”

The humanoid Mu Feng nodded.

The little lizard withdrew the wet silk thread in its mouth, and this silk thread quickly wrapped around the humanoid Mu Feng's body.

A dark light appeared at the corner of the lizard's mouth, and it began to run quickly on the hide.

"Mu Feng boy, I'm flying a kite, you can fly well. ”

It used Mu Feng as a kite, ready to let him fly on the animal skin.

The humanoid Mu Feng only felt that his body was light, and then there was a whirlwind of the sky, and his form was unstable and slowly dissipating.

Mu Feng's forehead was stained with sweat, this kind of consumption put a lot of pressure on his body, and he couldn't last long.

The little lizard that was running slowed down, and it flew its kite quietly.

The humanoid Mu Feng finally flew into the sky, and this was the first time he could see the last three depictions so clearly.

This is completely different from the feeling of looking at the hides from the outside, it is a vivid picture of being one with the hides.

These images seem to him to be lifelike now, like living creatures.

The humanoid Mu Feng looked at the three depictions, he only looked at it for the first time, and an aura of ancient vicissitudes came to his face.

This breath contains vicissitudes, killing, and indomitable momentum.

The impact of this breath alone shattered the eyes of the humanoid Mu Feng. The shock made the humanoid Mu Feng's posture even more blurred.

Mu Feng's body was shocked, and his consciousness almost collapsed, and he lost contact with the humanoid Mu Feng on the animal skin, which made him shocked.

The eyes of the humanoid Mu Feng are transformed by divine consciousness, and they can be condensed again if they are broken, if his eyes are also shattered, then they are crippled, and for him now, it is an irreparable disability.

Mu Feng's heart palpitated, and he remembered the first time he watched these three depictions.

In order to read the handwriting on the hammers, he caused a stinging pain in his eyes and a brief blindness.

"It's because my heart is too big, and since I can't see three depictions at the same time, I'll just look at one depiction and give it a try. ”

Mu Feng was unwilling to give up this rare opportunity, he once again immersed his mind in the sea of knowledge, and connected with the humanoid Mu Feng on the animal skin.

The shape of the eyes of the humanoid Mu Feng was condensed at the shattered eyes, which made the humanoid Mu Feng's posture more and more blurred, and it seemed that it could dissipate at any time.

After these eyes were formed, the humanoid Mu Feng looked towards the first depiction.

His eyes had just touched the first depiction, and the humanoid Mu Feng suddenly shook.

This time, the eyes of the humanoid Mu Feng did not shatter, but they were also rapidly dimming, and they would soon disappear again.

In the depiction, it is a rough man in a beast skirt, who is wielding a hammer with the character Kun in his left hand.

He lifted the hammer in his hand high and landed on the empty iron felt.

"This is not a hammer, there is a ghost in this hammer, and there are countless hammers in the hammer of the beast skirt man.

Each hammer falls in a different position on the felt, seemingly chaotic and irregular.

But it clearly gives people a sense of reasonableness and naturalness, which is a kind of trajectory of the avenue, implying the truth of heaven and earth.

This feeling is very mysterious, and it is impossible to see the mystery without looking closely.

And the Kun character engraved on the hammer is beating and shining with every hammer drop.

Every time it beats and shines, it will overflow with a silky brilliance, woven on every drop point. ”

The humanoid Mu Feng looked at it very carefully, and he wanted to see the mystery of the beast skirt man's hammer.

This subtle observation was a great drain on him, and he couldn't have lasted long.

Gradually, the eyes of the humanoid Mu Feng began to crumble, and his form was about to dissipate, but he was still staring at the first depiction.

"Why do I think that the man in the beast skirt doesn't seem to be striking iron, but wants to refine something by striking iron?"

Finally, the eyes of the humanoid Mu Feng shattered again, and together with the humanoid Mu Feng, they also turned into wisps of smoke and dust and dissipated.

Mu Feng opened his eyes, his skull was tingling, his sea of consciousness was not strong, and the disappearance of this wisp of divine consciousness made him extremely tired.

Mu Feng closed his eyes again and meditated, and in the first depiction, the seemingly simple hammer of the man in the beast skirt made Mu Feng unable to let go for a long time.

The picture he transmitted back through the humanoid Mu Feng deeply imprinted it in his heart.

The loss of divine consciousness made Mu Feng extremely tired, he settled in meditation, and fell asleep in meditation.

The little lizard wandered among the animal skins by itself, and suddenly it felt that it was not very interesting, and after yawning, it flew out of the animal skin and disappeared into the bronze of Mu Feng's dantian.

At the beginning of the day, the brilliance is overflowing, the mountain mist is curling, and the mist is rising.

An old hen rests in a haystack with her eyes closed. A ray of sunlight shone and fell right on its head.

The early sun woke it, and the old hen opened its eyelids, and it rose from the haystack, revealing four or five white eggs beneath it.

It looked at the warm eggs with a look of love in its eyes.

"Coo-coo," the old hen whispered.

At this moment, a rooster next to him came over, and he walked up to the old hen and looked at the old hen carefully.