The Black Soil Man, who had turned into an ape, began to learn another way of survival, and that was to live in the flesh.

They first discovered the four aspects of clothing, food, housing and transportation.

The Black Soil People are not mentally retarded, but because they have never been disembodied, they don't feel hot or cold without wearing clothes, so they don't have the concept of shyness, and it is not wrong to say that they are savages in the history books.

If something unashamed is something that would never happen in modern times, such as...

"How long are yours?"

"A finger long."

"Hey, my three toes are long!"

"Wow, it's amazing~~!"

This is the first batch of immortals, some of them are still alive, and later generations have given them quite powerful titles, such as the creator, the ancestor of the wilderness, the prophet, and so on.

"Wait!"

A discordant voice cut off the sand table that was being demonstrated: "Miss Yang, do you mean that our evolutionary history was guided by aliens, and the aliens collectively became our ancient gods, and the original purpose of these gods was just to suck a mouthful of fresh?" ”

As soon as the question came out, the scene immediately exploded.

"Yes, they don't wear clothes and like to be longer than JJ."

"Oh my God, this is not true, I can no longer enter Buddhist temples and churches~~!"

"This is absolute!"

It's a VR game-like sand table of live evolution, and when the shadows see what is happening here, these very rough men and women in front of them are actually their ancestral gods.

I don't know how to shoot these pictures, maybe I found a studio and spent five cents for post-production.

They are shady and certainly impossible to believe.

"Don't you believe it?" A hollow voice came from the ethereal starry sky.

"Of course!" Someone responded immediately.

"Good..."

The voice was very cold, without any emotion, like a muffled voice from a female ghost underground.

As soon as the sound stopped, the huge black land where time passed quickly suddenly stopped, the clouds stopped and the wind was quiet, like a frozen camera, and even the real Yin and the apartment members who came with him could not move.

Stiff, so stiff that they couldn't feel their breath even when they relaxed their whole body.

This seems to be the power of God, and the human beings who are insignificant in front of God have no ability to resist at all, and even Peng Yue, who has the highest cultivation among them, is at a loss and unable to move.

"Tell me, what kind of 'car' do you want?"

The cold female voice came again, this time above their heads, apparently against the yin who had responded.

The shadow was the only one of them who could move, but he could only speak.

"Bastard woman, you are indeed the devil, do you know what the consequences of attacking the Yin Cha are?" He was in his early twenties, but he looked like he was in his fifties, and he was extremely old.

"Say!"

"You're dead!"

"Say!"

Yin Cha's body was suddenly stretched violently, into a big 'big' character, and then the limbs and head were bent outward, and a terrible howl came out, and the man was already broken in a blink of an eye, and became a wasted person.

"Kill... Kill me..."The old age broke out in a cold sweat, and he glanced weakly at the sky, his eyes full of resentment.

"I know what 'car' you want, you seem to be cursed, yes, you are cursed by the Aging Demon Ancestor, you are three times older than the average person, so you want a healthy car..."

"Healthy car? ...”

The aging yin was still in a daze, and suddenly the wind was blowing, and a meteor streaked across the dark starry sky, and then a huge meteorite tore through the starry sky and smashed down.

The whole land was shrouded in dark shadows, meteorites carried huge waves of air, the surrounding trees were uprooted, the sand and stones were rolled up, and they were cut everywhere like blades, and the huge pressure pressed the earth downward.

It all seems to be true, they went through a process of destruction of the planet.

By the time people reacted, the aging haze was gone.

It was a secluded little restaurant, surrounded by only a few walls, quiet and normal, and everything just now disappeared as if it had never happened.

"Old Black!"

Hu Shu trembled with fright, turned around and shouted at the group of gangsters: "Where are you, old black, don't scare us!" ”

There was no response, apparently he was gone, just gone before their eyes, they just remembered that the meteorite had hit him, and then they didn't remember anything.

"Don't panic, listen to me, listen to me!"

Peng Yue frowned deeply and yelled at everyone.

Then he turned around and walked towards Yang Yuebing, who had not said a word on the side, and suddenly his face sank, and he grabbed her neck at lightning speed.

Well~~!

Maybe he didn't expect him to make a sudden move, maybe Peng Yue's cultivation was high, Yang Yuebing was grabbed by his neck and lifted up before he could react, his legs struggled desperately, but he couldn't touch the ground at all.

"Listen, that's one of my men, if something happens to him, I'll break your neck!"

"I am... Messenger of God, you... This is blasphemy... God..."Yang Yuebing's face became more and more pale, and it was obvious that this old guy was really angry.

"Hmph, what a bullshit god, hurt my subordinates, I even dialed the hair for him!"

"You're... Looking for death..."

"Give the person back, or don't blame me for being unkind!" Peng Yue became more and more hideous, and the strength in his hands increased a little.

Am I going to die? ...

After all, Peng Yue is a second-level Yin difference, and his combat power is not comparable to ordinary Yin Difference, even if Yang Yuebing has a little strength, there is a gap of two or three times from him, plus being caught by the neck, it is almost impossible to resist.

She was desperate, she closed her eyes and waited for death.

It's better to die or die, it's better to be gone, so it's a hundred.

At this time, a shadow suddenly appeared in her mind, a shadow of bohemian and unruly, a target she monitored and framed...

"Bingbing, hold on, it's okay..."

Is this voice a pre-death hallucination?

"Bingbing, I'm here, don't give up, this guy is easy to deal with."

Well? Not a hallucination?

Yang Yuebing suddenly came to her senses, her pupils, which had lost their brilliance, regained their vitality, and she listened, this voice was indeed Qin Yang's, penetrating straight into her soul.

"Qin Yang?"

"Yes, it's me, you're about to be strangled, hurry up and fight back!"

"I... I was grabbed by his neck and lifted up, I couldn't struggle, I couldn't resist~! ”

"No, if you can resist, I will help you, but first you have to save yourself, first escape from his clutches, believe me, I have a trick to save you, but you have to have the determination to fight to the end!"

"Impossible, I'm suspended in the air, I can't do any action~~!"

"Yes, you forgot something important."

"What?"

"He's only 1.4 meters!"

"Huh~~?"

Yang Yuebing's pale face regained a little vitality, she threw her feet forward, her feet straightened, and she really stood on the ground completely.

The scene was a little awkward.

It's a sad story...

Yang Yuebing, who was 1.75 meters tall, looked down at Peng Yue, who was 1.4 meters tall, and the two looked at each other for about five seconds, when a gale swept by, Yang Yuebing swept over with one leg, with a strong whirlwind.

Seeing that he was about to kick, Peng Yue had no choice but to retreat back sharply and let go of Yang Yuebing.

Peng Yue's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and snorted coldly: "Hmph, this despicable demon girl can stretch her bones!" ”

"It's just that you're short!!" Everyone roared.

"Listen to all, and do your best to arrest this demon girl, if you resist and kill!"

"Yes!!"

The yin cha came up hideously, Yang Yuebing's heart tightened, thinking about whether to quit, and suddenly remembered Qin Yang's warm voice, and couldn't help but clench his fist.

"Yes, I should believe him, I can't retreat..."

On the other side, Qin Yang drank a glass of water, looked at the time, and raised his hand at the fat man next to him.

"Alright, close the door and let the dog go, she's going crazy soon!"

"Huh?" The fat man was a little confused.

"I secretly put on a trickster blood robe for her last night, five times out of control, it's sour to think about."

"......." fat man.

Is this guy the devil?