Well?

With a soft snort, Yang Xiaokai, who had been unconscious, slowly opened his eyes.

Are you still alive?

Ceiling?

Looking at the strange and dark skylight in front of him, Yang Xiaokai raised his eyebrows slightly, and then took a breath directly, judging by the situation, he should have been rescued.

I can't help but think of the scene before I fell into a coma.

Those few dark shadows.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Xiaokai couldn't help but move his body.

It hurts.

It was as if it had fallen apart, and the bones, muscles, and veins all shifted their seats.

It's so much suppressed.

There is no doubt that according to Yang Xiaokai's realm, as long as this kind of injury is not dead, his body should recover quickly, rather than continue to remain like this.

Whew, whew, whew!

Taking deep breaths one after another, Yang Xiaokai kept adjusting his body.

Although the suppression of this heaven and earth is powerful, it is not a comprehensive suppression under the usual circumstances, and the power in the body still exists.

What we need to do now is undoubtedly to activate the internal reaction through external movement, so that the power in the body can be turned.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Through deep breathing, Yang Xiaokai kept opening his lungs to stimulate his heartbeat.

Knock!

With the beating of his heart, his blood began to arch more and more, and the blood rushed out wave after wave, activating the power that had been isolated and sleeping because of his injury.

Finally, after the strength in his body reached a peak, Yang Xiaokai's eyes were golden.

Do not break the divine power.

Launch!

Buzz! Buzz!

Crackle!

As the muscles of the whole body vibrate, the inner part that was scattered by the shock was corrected little by little.

It lasted for almost more than ten seconds, and after the shock that almost almost knocked Yang Xiaokai into a coma of pain again, the sharp pain in his body receded like a tide.

After moving his hands and feet, starting from his ten fingers to his shoulders and thighs, Yang Xiaokai straightened his waist slightly and sat up from the bed where he was lying.

Sitting down, Yang Xiaokai finally had a little free time and began to look around.

It's primitive.

A thatched hut, made of weeds and sticks, surrounded by furs of unknown species, bones, and stone tools.

Primitive society, but after the stage of drinking blood, from the structural point of view, it belongs to the level of civilization and should reach the tribal level.

Combined with the fact that he is not bound, the person who saved himself may be primitive, but it is not barbaric, and it is very likely that he is structurally equivalent to himself and belongs to the human race.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaokai was not only a little relieved.

The civilization situation of primitive tribes, even if they have not experienced it, is more or less understood.

Not to mention the difference in race, even if it is just a difference in skin color, a slightly more primitive tribe can use it as food.

Not dead, still lying in bed, the resemblance is very high, and the ethnic mood is not that extreme type.

Then, I looked at the dark surroundings, the dark outside, and at night, I don't know how long I was unconscious.

After analyzing his situation, Yang Xiaokai did not get up and go out immediately, but crossed his legs and slowly closed his eyes.

Even if he is saved, his situation at the moment is still not optimistic.

The development situation of human society has always been determined by the productive forces.

Primitive tribes, not to mention waste people, even if it is just a sick baby, the older old man will be abandoned, and if he can't change this situation, even if the other party saved him in front, he will kill him later.

After all, you can't survive if you're weak.

His mind sank into the sea of knowledge, and Yang Xiaokai began to think about how he could change his current predicament.

There are not many ways to think of it.

His words, about one, strengthen their own density.

One of the fundamental reasons why this world is so unfriendly to Yang Xiaokai is undoubtedly that its own density is too low.

A stone the weight of a planet has actually been compressed to a palm-sized stone, and at such a density, it is strange that Yang Xiaokai does not suffer a loss.

So, first of all, let's try it.

The thought moved slightly, Yang Xiaokai opened his mouth and took a breath of air from the outside world very slightly.

This breath is different from the past.

Since entering this world, Yang Xiaokai has blocked his facial features.

Therefore, don't look at the fact that Yang Xiaokai took so many breaths before, in fact, he didn't really inhale things like the air of this world into his body.

Creation Realm, no, it should be said that the monks of the Holy Realm level have already been able to reach self-circulation.

The air entered the body, and Yang Xiaokai's eyes suddenly opened.

But a trace of air, the moment it entered his body, it was like swallowing a whale in one gulp, no, it should be said that a small piece of land, instantly crowded Yang Xiaokai's lungs, and shook his chest, as if he was hit by a truck, and his five organs shook.

Blood, slowly flowing.

Yang Xiaokai trembled all over, and his fists clenched hard.

Patience, patience.

He knew very well that if he couldn't take this step, he would probably be in the trouble that awaited him next.

One minute, two minutes.

A full ten minutes passed, and Yang Xiaokai's shaking body stopped little by little.

Call!

I breathed and vomited for a full minute.

Such a trace of breath is undoubtedly like the gas equivalent of a planet for Yang Xiaokai, and it can be said that if it is in the immeasurable star field, it is enough to blow a space storm.

Here, even if you vomit for a minute and breathe out of your mouth, you can't even move the slightest.

Very good!

The corners of Yang Xiaokai's mouth were slightly hooked, and there was a touch of joy in his eyes.

It's hard, but it's enduring.

I really have to thank my physical strength and realm height, if he came here when he was in the Holy Realm, I am afraid that just one breath will have him explode and die.

Faced with this result, Yang Xiao was happy and at the same time had great doubts.

What kind of world is it, and it actually needs to be at the level of the Creation Realm in order to adapt?

Who is the owner of that ruin? The blood of his own inheritance should be the Giant Clan, but how could the Giant Clan have such a world? Just kidding, if there is such a world, how could the Giant Clan quickly die out soon after the Infinite Palace unified the universe?

Shaking his head and summarizing that this world is not simple, Yang Xiaokai quickly suppressed the unnecessary doubts in his heart.

Now, this is not the time to pursue this issue.

He had to adapt to the world as quickly as possible, to adapt to this terrible high density, and only then could he ensure that he would not be killed by this world before the three-year period came.

Digestion, digestion, digestion.

Even if you say a trace of breath, the energy contained in it can be said to be unimaginable.

If it took a minute to spit out the exhaust gas, it would take Yang Xiaokai nearly ten minutes to digest and absorb the energy in the breath.

Of course, this is not to say that the aura content has reached dozens of times that of his body, or even hundreds of times, as an existence that can directly destroy small galaxies, the strength of the body can be imagined, the main reason is that the aura is too concentrated, and the speed at which his cells suck up is too slow.

Figuratively, it's like pumping ice on the Antarctic continent with a water pump, which can't be pumped at all.

To be able to digest it, it is completely dependent on the will of the Emperor of Heaven to grind.

Without hesitation, after digesting the first trace of breath, Yang Xiaokai adjusted his body, and after returning to the best state, he immediately inhaled again.

That's it, a trace, a trace, and a trace.

Yang Xiaokai continued to absorb, swallowing the surrounding aura into his body, and then used his will to crush that aura and integrate it into his blood.

With the integration, driven by the heart, this aura was quickly transferred to Yang Xiaokai's body, and began to integrate into his muscles, meridians, bones, and even cells.

If the body is able to tolerate it, it means that it is strong enough to carry the energy of this highly concentrated density.

According to his previous thoughts, what he had to do was undoubtedly very simple, through continuous strengthening, he would replace the low-density energy in his body little by little.

Until a ray of sunlight shone in from outside the house, dispelling the darkness little by little, Yang Xiaokai slowly opened his eyes.

The effect is not bad.

After one night, the energy content in his body has undoubtedly increased greatly.

The body of the Creation Realm itself has a very high adaptability, especially Yang Xiaokai's physical body, which is extremely physical body, and its adaptability is far beyond imagination.

Not only did he absorb the high-density power, but he also kept resting in the process of absorption.

Under normal circumstances, if each cell of his body could carry 100 million spiritual energy content, with the entry of high-density spiritual energy, his cells were quickly adjusted after being damaged for a while, reducing the unit they could carry.

And with this change, Yang Xiaokai's aura in this world became easier.

However, it was only morning, and his cells could already hold ten times the high-density aura, which meant that it could carry 100,000 times the compressed aura.

This change is undoubtedly amazing.

Today's Yang Xiaokai, in terms of weight alone, is no longer as light as a thin wing, but has a little weight.

He's adapting faster than he could have imagined.

If this situation continues, it will take him two to three days at most to complete this transformation and adapt to the world.

Squeak!

Just when Yang Xiaokai's first practice was over, the door was pushed open.

Zhang Da, who brought Yang Xiaokai back, walked in.

"You.... ”

Zhang Da, who entered, opened his mouth and was about to say something, but the next moment his eyes widened in shock, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

In fact, from rescuing people to bringing them back to the village, he was shocked by the changes in the other party.

The reason for the rescue was because the other party entered the multi-legged worm nest but was able to survive, especially the final counterattack, which made Zhang Da realize that this mild disease has a very high hunting talent.

So bring it back.

But all the way back, Zhang Da soon began to regret it.

What if you have talent? What is the purpose of the other party's body, which wants to help in hunting, except as bait?

Not only that, but in terms of the injuries he has received, it is one thing whether he can survive or not.

When I picked it up, although I couldn't touch it, I clearly felt that the other party was very seriously injured and his internal organs were damaged.

This kind of injury, let alone a minor illness in this world, is a normal body, and the possibility of death is also extremely high.

However, the truth was that he returned all the way, and Zhang Da found that the breathing of the mild illness in his hand gradually became smoother, and his heartbeat became more and more powerful and peaceful.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, the dying and heavy injuries turned into minor injuries that could be recovered after a period of recuperation.

Because of this miracle, Zhang Da firmly believed that this person may be different from other minor diseases.

Now, after being placed overnight, when they meet again, Zhang Da is no longer shocked, but shocked.

Even if it is said that the change is not big, the other party has indeed increased the amount.

Mild illness is easy to recognize for people in this world, and it can be seen through at a glance.

Although it is the same as a human form, but a person with a slight illness is abnormally thin, it is like a veil, and it is delicate.

But now, looking at Yang Xiaokai, it has become a piece of paper.

This kind of transformation is not shocking, but inevitable shock.

Someone came, Yang Xiaokai naturally stopped practicing, and when he heard the other party speak, even if he only said one word, he couldn't help but relax even more, language is a prerequisite for communication, immediately opened his eyes, and after determining the goal, he said directly: "Thank you, save me." ”

Although it was only a dark shadow in his memory, it did not prevent Yang Xiaokai from finding the prominent point through recall, and then connecting with the person in front of him.

Zhang Da nodded, the tribal civilization did not have such a thing as modesty, and said very directly: "You have quite courage to fight back in the face of multi-legged insects." And this courage is an inevitable condition for becoming a hunter. ”

Yang Xiaokai was stunned: "Hunter?"

The minor illness was reduced, although Zhang Da didn't know what was going on, but there was no doubt that he saved the right person, and said bluntly: "The village is very difficult, there are not enough hunters, and people are needed." ”

Although the directness made Yang Xiaokai a little surprised, this directness reduced a lot of unnecessary speculation.

After thinking about it, he said, "For you, I should be regarded as an outsider. ”

Zhang Da did not hide it: "The village lacks young people. ”

Yang Xiaokai thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, but I need some time to recover my body." ”

The situation in this world is obviously extremely dangerous, and being able to rely on it is undoubtedly a good thing for Yang Xiaokai's incident, not only can he quickly integrate into this world, but he can also avoid many dangers.

And the most important thing is that his time is only three years, and it is not realistic to travel far or anything, I am afraid that before he can get out of the forest where this village is located, the time will be almost there, which is still the premise that he is still alive.

Zhang Da thought for a while and said: "At most, five days, the food in the village is only enough for five days, and I am afraid that some villagers will starve to death after a long time." ”

Yang Xiaokai nodded: "That's enough." ”

"Can you move?"

"Yes. ”

"Come with me to meet the village chief first. ”

"Good!"

After getting out of bed, Yang Xiaokai moved his body slightly and said, "Let's go." ”

Zhang Da nodded, turned around and pushed the door open, and Yang Xiaokai followed.

Leaving the room, what entered the eye was undoubtedly a poor village, a typical tribal civilization, and in the center of the village was a Tengtu belonging to this tribe.

The totem, like a picture, like a word.

It should belong to hieroglyphs.

As he walked out, many eyes in the village soon looked directly at him, with a hint of fear and curiosity in his eyes.

Yang Xiaokai's eyes were different, curious that he could understand, and it was undoubtedly a little strange to be afraid.

According to his situation, the tribal civilization of the human race, even if it is not despised, should be contemptible, what is the reason for fear?

Also, most of them are women and children, and it seems that the situation in this village is really not very good.

The strength of a tribal civilization depends on the number of young people it has, the more young people it has, the stronger its strength, and vice versa. The difficulty that Zhang Da said, Yang Xiaokai probably understood, there is no Qing Zhuang, no wonder it is difficult.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but gently inhale a trace of the outside air.

Feeling the smell of blood and herbs mixed in it, Yang Xiaokai blinked his eyes, the taste was quite strong, not only difficult...

"This way!"

With his mouth open, he headed straight for the largest house in the village, the only two-story thatched hut.

Yang Xiaokai followed directly.

Pushing open the hut, Zhang Da did not enter, but directly raised his hand and said, "Go in." ”

"Good. In such a situation, so much strength was wasted, if it was to harm him, it was completely unnecessary, Yang Xiaokai did not hesitate, and walked directly into the hut.

Adapting to the light, at this moment, in front of him, sat an old man.

He is very old, with gray hair and is described as withered.

However, Yang Xiaokai's eyes narrowed slightly, although it was very weak, he could feel the blood and qi hidden in the old man's body in front of him.

Very strong, far stronger than Zhang Da.

If the old man breaks out, he is adapted to this environment, and I am afraid that he will die for life.

"Where are you from, young man?"