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Wandering the classics, crossing the river, crossing the river, and crossing the whole sea.

Walking at night, braving the rain, climbing all the mountains.

Frost falls, autumn passes and winter solstice, not frightened.

When God's body fell, I returned to the beginning, flipping through the blood-stained covenants.

In the final chapter, it is written that the world will eventually end.

Leave the wilderness behind.

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When Sikong opened his eyes, a distant chanting poem came, flickering far and near, with the insignificance of thousands of smoke waves, falling into Sikong's heart.

It's a wilderness.

The 100,000 mountains are endless, so green that they cover the sky and the sun.

Sikong's side, the python-like thick roots of the tree coiled continuously, like spider webs, withered yellow fallen leaves piled up over Sikong's calves, and vines and branches spread wantonly.

A thousand-legged green-headed centipede with the thickness of a baby's arm suddenly emerged from the fallen leaves under the old tree, waving its tentacles, and crawling along the trunk of the old tree.

And in the place of the thousand-legged green-headed centipede, a green-haired spider corpse the size of a stone mill was left.

Sikong only felt that his bones were sweaty, sticky, and wet his back.

He was sensitively aware that in this wilderness, there were many hidden dangers.

was spying on him, the intruder.

Then, a voice as vast as heaven, like the troubadour of Fang Cai, fell into the bottom of Si Kong's heart.

The background of this all-real hunting competition takes place a billion years ago, a civilization of the Middle-earth Divine Kingdom.

This civilization is facing the end of the world, the gods are fighting, they are about to die, the temples are crumbling, the altars are crumbling, and the demons of the Styx are coveting.

Our empire, which has traveled in time to arrive here, has monitored this civilization for tens of thousands of years, and has drawn up a detailed draft of the development of civilization, which is used as a mirror to reflect itself.

In this hunting competition, each participant will play the role of a native of the kingdom of God, but excluding gods and demons.

These characters are all individuals who once existed in the civilization of the Kingdom of God, and each has a trajectory of fate, but no matter how high or low, they all have the possibility of burying and terminating the end times.

There are no morals, no rules, no constraints.

As long as you live the longest!

After the information was transmitted, Sikong frowned, and did not leave, but analyzed the deep meaning of the information in place.

Divine civilization? It seems that the cultivation system of this civilization is different from the Qi training and superstring furnace system, so how should the different strengths of the contestants be divided?

The so-called god should be a high-level powerhouse in a certain realm.

And the imperial civilization, it seems that it is not as it expected, completely reckless and militaristic, and will also learn from the trajectory of the development of other civilizations, remove the false and retain the true, and correct its own path.

Treat other civilizations as guinea pigs, animals in zoos.

And his identity should be a troubadour.

Thinking of this, Sikong's pupils froze, and he suddenly understood something.

Looking at the dense vegetation around him, an inexplicable sense of familiarity floated in the boss's hollow heart.

Then, Sikong walked to a thorn bush, which was full of thorns, and as thick as Sikong's arm, with a rusty red color.

But Sikong was extremely sophisticated, pinching the soft thorns of the thorns close to the soil.

With a crisp sound, the seemingly tough thorns were actually broken by Sikong, and Sikong danced the thorn strip slightly, and the sound of brushing through the air echoed.

The thorn strip has excellent elasticity, Sikong bends it into a circle, and after letting go, the thorn strip bounces back with a huge force, and it is not broken at all.

Then, Sikong walked over to the green-haired spider corpse the size of a stone mill.

Without the Eye of Origin's origin analysis, Sikong naturally knew the information of this green-haired spider.

The thorny strips with thorns are sliced through the mouthparts of the green-haired spider, and the chelicerae of the green-haired spider falls intact.

The chelicerae were hooked, dagger-sized, and covered with barbs and holes filled with turquoise venom.

Sikong just accidentally sniffed it, and then felt dizzy and nauseous in his chest, Sikong quickly held his breath.

Pinching the tip of the chelicerae with a leaf, Sikong dipped the end of the chelicerae in the secretion left behind by the crawling centipede.

Then, the two chelicerae were firmly glued to the thorn strips, as stable as Mount Tai.

A simple, yet practical weapon is all the answer.

The steps seem simple, but they need to be familiar with these seemingly common natural things, and if there is a trace of bias, it is difficult to succeed.

And these are the roles played by Sikong, the abilities given to him by the troubadour.

Delicate and tough to survive in the wild, standing almost at the top of the food chain.

The troubadour can express his Chinese youth in this last age when the gods are fighting, and walk in the wilderness of the river, without any outstanding points.

It has long been lush and the green mountains have buried dry bones.

The other contestants must have gained other abilities.

Commonplace, no advantage.

Suddenly, Sikong coughed violently, like a boiled prawn, his heart twitched, and he couldn't even grasp the thorns in his hand and fell into the fallen leaves.

And at this moment, the turquoise furnace tattoo on Sikong's right wrist was full of flames, and a rich sense of coolness enveloped Sikong's whole body.

Suddenly, Sikong's injury was pressed down, and he also stopped coughing.

Sikong bent down to pick up the thorn strip and looked at the turquoise furnace fire on his right wrist.

I don't know if it's an illusion, this green and jade-like fire tattoo is a little dim and a little less spiritual.

Sikong smiled bitterly, and Master Su was kind and gave him a seedling of fire, so that he could use his spiritual power five times.

It can be seen that in this battle, the number of uses will be greatly reduced.

It wasn't that Master Su had miscalculated, but that Sikong's injuries were far beyond Master Su's expectations.

"Hopefully, Scar will be able to heal my injuries soon......"

Sikong suppressed his thoughts, used the thorn strip as a crutch, beat the leaf and startled the snake, and left quickly.

It won't be long before the coughing sound of Sikong and the corpse of the green-haired spider will attract a large number of marrow-eating beasts.

Coating himself with the mud in the puddle, smearing it with pungent leaf crumbs, and pestling the thorn strips, he shuttled through the jungle, jumping left and right, and looking like a wild man.

Wilderness is the cruelest side of nature.

Even if he received the troubadour's survival skills in its entirety, Sikong did not dare to relax for a moment, and his nerves were highly tense.

Actually, Sikong really shouldn't have come.

That earth-shattering explosion directly blew up the entire Emperor Tooth Bureau into the sky.

Sikong even saw with his own eyes that Qian Qian, the murderer of the broken corpse who had been the four repairers, was directly licked by the fire dragon, and the spatial turbulence swept away, without the slightest strength to struggle.

If it weren't for Sikong's drinking of the fine wine brewed by Master Maojiang at the Moon Cherry Festival, Jiugou Jade, Sikong's cell division speed was greatly increased, and his hematopoietic function was increased thousands of times.

can be reborn with blood, otherwise Sikong will definitely die.

Even so, if Scar hadn't arrived in time and fished out Sikong Cong Flames, when the effect of the Nine Hook Jade had passed, Sikong would have really been buried in the flames.

Thrilling, dance with death.

Qianqian wants to kill him Sikong, why doesn't he want to kill her?

Sikong, who was seriously injured, if he was a little more sensible, would choose to sleep and recuperate.

However, Sikong still came.

He can be sensible to the point of indifference, or paranoid to the point of madness.

If you act according to reason everywhere in life and take the broad road, how can you see the snow lotus on the cliff, growing in the rain?

The most beautiful scenery is often on the road that ordinary people want to walk but dare not walk.

Moreover, he also wanted to find someone and ask for an answer.