"Winged hedgehog, wow, with a meter long horn, my God, are we in a fairy tale world?" You see, on this tree, there are many birds, and their feathers are so beautiful!" The soldiers looked around and quickly let out an exclamation. Pedro, the prince of the Brazilian Empire, ran around, scanning the air, the smell of his own home.

"Where are you camping? Note. "The island has obviously been there for a long time, and I don't know what kind of danger it will pose," he said. The soldiers woke up and immediately went into action. In less than half an hour, they were encamped in the woods. "Form a team to explore this island," Yan ordered again. "Watch out for your safety." There are a lot of animals on this island, and they are very effective," he warned the crowd.

Observing the square kilometers, he had already seen not far away in advance, and the walking body was like a huge beast on a mountain, exuding a savage animal aura, and it was not easy to provoke at first glance. The air of this island is filled with strange smells, the oxygen content is significantly higher than in the outside world, the temperature and humidity are more suitable, there must be a big beast. The soldiers quickly formed a team and began to explore in different directions.

Before you know it, it's just with the others. After a moment of hesitation, Dawn also came in and disappeared in a flash of lightning. For both the soldier and him, the island was undeveloped territory, and he wondered what else was there.

Until the thunder and lightning came, the speed of dawn was extremely fast, but he watched everything on the island closely, and time stopped. "The strength of the beast, the size of the beast, is stronger than the outside world" "Some creatures are not even as good as the Flame King" "The appearance of plants is quite ancient"

"This island may be a mysterious island left over from ancient times!" Slowly discovering this, it made him squint. Archaeological inflammation wasn't his forte, but after spending time in O'Hara, he knew a thing or two about it. You can tell it from the traces on the soil and fossilized bones. This island has a long history! "There is a good chance, somewhere, that there are still people alive!"

The Dawn Heart Network is distributed, and the observation area is not small, and you can easily see everything within a radius of one kilometer. He could clearly see the ground between the jungles, the ashes of the campfire, buried in the dust. This is clearly a sign of human activity, where animals do not make fires and then consciously bury them. The lightning continues to act above the head, but when it reaches a certain height, it will not fall again. What's even more amazing is that through the thunder curtain, you can see the blue sky and white clouds, and the sun is constantly shining down. But the mysterious changes in the field also make its precipitation extremely active. The warm climate, oxygen-rich air, creates the best conditions for the flora and fauna here. "Humanity is deeper" as she moves towards the center of the island, spotting more and more signs of human activity.

His eyes narrowed, full of curiosity. What kind of human beings would live on an island that has been virtually cut off from the outside world since ancient times, where living conditions are so favorable that evolution proceeds almost naturally? It is conceivable that only physical qualities must also surpass the human outward.

"Roar!" Diving deep into the heart of the island, Dunn discovers both human activity and the ferocity of the creatures. "When we got here, it was like the Flame King," Dunn said, amazed at the huge 50-meter-tall brown bear waving its claws in front of him. Standing on his own dense branches, facing this brown bear, small as an ant, just a slap in the face, it was even bigger than its own. "Roar!" The brown bear seemed to find itself, roaring, with red eyes, rushing towards him, clapping his hands.

"Thorn!" A flash of lightning flashed, and a fierce wind howled, slapping the branches and causing the tree to shake violently. The red eyes slowly retreated, and the brown bear shook his palms a little painfully, looking at the empty branches, a little stunned. It stood there for a long time, turned around and looked for a while, didn't score a goal, and staggered away. Dwayne didn't want to compete with these beasts, which were perfect for the island's elite. The farther it goes, the more powerful the animal becomes, and dawn begins to discover humans.

To his surprise, the place where these ancients lived was not on the ground, but on trees. They made this huge old tree their home, built wooden houses on thick branches, and hung them on the wall, with crawling plants, flowers in full bloom, and a faint fragrance in the air, oh! That's what I mean.

And the dense branches seemed to be on the ground, the area where they moved, and many tall young men dressed in coarse cloth were fighting each other. Dunn paid attention to the physical fitness of these people, and he soon discovered that, as he suspected, their physical fitness was generally superior to that of outsiders. It was just a match, obviously between 17 and 18 year olds, with slight signs of dominance. They wave their arms, and between their feet, the tiger is strong, strong and smooth, not to be underestimated.

Not far away, the middle-aged people standing and guiding are even more intense in terms of physical fitness and self-cultivation. "This land of peach blossoms is full of strong people," Daun said, narrowing his eyes in surprise. But he soon discovers that this ancient Thunder Island, not to mention the surrounding 100-meter-long minefield, is not an easy place to deal with, just a great beast like the Flame King. You can't live without power.

These people built their houses on the branches of great trees because these huge beasts were persecuted. And when they are surrounded by strong enemies, their forces will naturally follow, otherwise they will face disaster. Standing at the top of the tree, silently looking at the humans, there was no moment of dawn. These ancients, each of them, had an unparalleled vitality. He fought with wild beasts for a long time until he died, and was a master of martial arts. "The fist is not right, the power shatters in an instant, closes in an instant, and then shatters!" Break Break is moderate, control the desire, in order to maximize your physical strength, fight the beast!"

"With your strength, you can get out of our range, and in half a day, you will feed these beasts!" The man who looked like an instructor roared, his eyes full of displeasure, staring at the young man in front of him. "Your anger is too weak! I can't stop my fists, how can I fight?"

"And you, the divine power is so slow, how do you feel the beast behind you attacking you?" The middle-aged man was drunk again. The two young men who were reprimanded bowed their heads in shame. Daun could hear what they were saying, the look in his eyes, the look in his heart, the look of armed force in their mouths, which seemed to be called qi, the look of strength in their eyes. He suddenly turned his gaze to the branch on the other side, which was the tallest hut. Inside one of them, an old man came out.

The old man was wearing a blue tunic with half of his arms bare. His hair is silvery-white and his back is curved, but his body is strong.

"Parents!" Ancient Patriarch Ian!" The Bishop is here!" Suddenly, there was a sound in the trees, and everyone put their things in their hands and bowed slightly to the old man who was high up. Gulan's expression was calm, and step by step, he came to the end of the branch and scanned the crowd. Finally, his eyes were fixed on the two young men who had just been reprimanded. "You are my hope for the future of the barbarians, and our motherland depends on your protection, so work hard!" The sound is not faint, but vibrant. The two young men immediately stood up: "Yes, Bishop, we must work hard!"

Well, the old man of the Quran is a soldier out of sight guarding his homeland. "You are not strong enough," said the old man, shaking his head and sighing, "for a guest has come to our house and has not yet found it." Her eyes were fixed on where Dawn was. As soon as the words were spoken, the whole barbarian became nervous and looked around. "What wind blew you here" The old man's voice reached Yan's ears, and Yan was shocked to find that there was a hint of imperiousness in his voice.

"I have no ill will, old Lan Zulong." Yan Enmai walked out, a smile on his face, and exposed himself in front of everyone. He clearly saw the vigilance in the eyes of the savages. After smiling slightly, the footsteps walked out, the thunder light on its body suddenly flashed, and its figure had disappeared. The eyes of the highest Quran suddenly atrophied, and the heart of the earthquake shook. "I just didn't think there were people on this island," Yan said, as a cloud of lightning flashed in front of Guran's eyes.

However, to Liming's surprise at the next moment, and even confused, this power was unfathomable at the moment, and he didn't know how powerful Gu Lanzu was, so he took a deep breath and simply knelt in front of him.

"Master of the barbarian tribe, come and meet the Holy Spirit!" Not only Meng, but the entire barbarian saw this scene, and all of them were stunned on the spot. But soon, when they realized the meaning of the word Quran, everyone turned pale, and then, like wheat blown away by the wind, they fell to their knees. In an instant, only dawn remained, still standing, wrapped in a bolt of lightning. "Gods?" Dwayne asked hesitantly.

From the faces of the barbarian people, he could see that the problem was in the spirit of the words of the Qur'an, which must mean something great. Excitement, amazement, anticipation, all symbolize its power. Even, a strong person like Gu Lan can be allowed to kneel down and worship without hesitation. ”

From the distant past, the barbarians have lived on the island of thunder and lightning" "In the endless ancient times, the barbarians had a legend" Guran knelt on the ground and raised his head with excitement in his eyes. "God comes down from heaven and is not afraid of thunder! Our ancestors said that he is our patron saint, passed down from generation to generation, and we barbarians will faithfully serve and revere the gods "Our ancestors taught us that the barbarians will serve you!" Yan was speechless, there was even a legend among the ancient tribes.

He glanced up at the cloud of thunder and lightning overhead, wondering if the barbarians' belief in it had something to do with the lightning that enveloped the island. Endless, ancient past, what happened, no one knows, whether there really is a god who is not afraid of thunder and does not know. But these words were passed down from generation to generation, and these words became the precepts of the ancestors, to be observed from generation to generation by the barbarians. The barbarians, having seen the thunder of Thunder Island, can be said to be in awe of it.

How could I not be shocked that now, the dawn has come out of the thunderbolt. "Thunder?" Yan pondered for a moment and stretched out his right hand. Lightning appeared from his palm, snaking forward, and soon, a bolt of lightning was in his hand. This scene made Gu Lan's eyes excited and in awe, and her forehead was tightly pressed to the ground.

"Lord of the gods, please accept the service of the barbarians," said Guran, a silver-haired man of unknown age, kneeling before Yan with a heart full of fanaticism. Devaluing the envelopes of ancient tribes and the worship of gods does not mean that the earth has left its ignorant past and that humanity has conquered heaven. The Manchus, their belief in the gods, had entered their marrow and become part of their bloodline.

Dawn has mastered the power of lightning and is stronger than before. "Get up," Yan thought, probably understanding the barbarian's thoughts. They see themselves as the fearless God of the ancestral order, controlling and fearless, and although in some ways they are the same, the difference is enormous. There is no doubt that he can resist and control thunder and lightning, and he is not afraid of thunder and lightning, and is stronger than the ancient gods. "I'm not a god. I'm just like you, I'm human."

"I'm just controlling the power of thunder and lightning," Yan said, his hands trembling as lightning crackled in the air. Once again, the supernatural sight filled the savage's eyes with passion and made Yan even more awe-inspiring.

"You have the power to control the soul, and for us, it is the soul" Quran said. No other way. He again asks the barbarians to rise, the Gulang to obey, and the barbarians to rise, but the tribe's reverence for Dawn is from the heart. Daun was surprised, but also a little surprised, that she had become the god of a powerful tribe. The barbarians are by no means a small tribe, especially those who guard the fringes, and the managers of the clans, are good at arming and seeing power. And this Gulan clan patriarch, the overlord-colored aura on his body is also obvious. Yan En secretly contrasted, if he fought some tough battles with the Gulan clan leader or his tribe, I am afraid he would not be able to win easily.

For as long as I can remember, Seodo has been surrounded by powerful thunder and lightning, and it is difficult for our people to go out and explore the edge of the periphery "The younger generation doesn't even know that there is a wider world beyond it" Gulan followed Yan, looking at these murals, he exclaimed. Nodded silently. The Barbarians are an ancient tribe that has experienced the movement of the world's tectonic plates, but remains isolated from the world and does not know what is happening outside. The powerful Thunderbolt Dome has blocked all possible escape. It can be seen that their way of life has original traces.

"That powerful thunder curtain, all possibilities are extinguished, and for a long time, no one can enter." The bishop's words made him blink, and he understood why. The powerful magnetic field creates the illusion that even if someone discovers the island, they will only find it empty and think it is a mirage. Even if someone hits the island, they will be stopped by strong lightning, and there is no way to know if there are humans on this island. "Barbarians, do you want to go out and have a look?" Dorn finished reading the long history of the barbarians and said suddenly. Gulan was startled and stayed for a moment after the barbarian soldiers behind him.

"What does the Lord of the Holy Spirit mean?" The old man's words trembled a little. Get out? In your dreams, they all want to get out! Even if his strength has been trained to the peak, in the face of a strong current of 100 meters, constantly crackling, it can only withstand 30 meters at most, and it cannot compete with it. That terrible thunder curtain, not only has a powerful current, but there is a peculiar force in it that repels, pulls, and makes it impossible to take precautions. Can't get out at all! "I can drive the barbarians out of this island and see the outside world!"

"But" paused, Daun's eyes flickered, her voice a little heavy. "All barbarians, obey my orders and be loyal to me!" Very excited, he immediately knelt down. "Savage warriors, entrust your lives to the gods" "This is our mission and faith, and we will always be loyal to the gods!"

In ancient times, the gods were said to be the supreme beings of the barbarians. On this piece by piece totem painting, there is a strict record of the worship and superstition of this ancient tribe of gods. In the era of primitive tribes, they staggered forward and explored the splendor of their civilization.

At that time, everything seemed stupid, simple, reverence for nature, for the sky. From that moment on, the gods appeared, and all their unknown creatures, their great power, were called the name of God. For those good hearts who help themselves, the ancient tribes will be recorded as faith. Dawn looked at these totems carved into the walls of the ancient times when the gods ruled the world. Huge beasts, terrifying humanoids, each with its own glorious history.

Among the many gods, this humanoid creature dared to rebel against thunder and lightning, expressing his passion for the barbarian, his kindness, his survival skills, his fighting skills. Over the years, they themselves passed down the memory of the war from generation to generation, progressing, honing, and becoming stronger through countless generations of geniuses. But God's memory has not yet been severed. Now I suddenly see the light of day, the only other person who has entered this island, for almost endless years, possesses an incredible power.

For those ancient tribes who worshipped the gods and dedicated their faith to them, the impact was enormous. As soon as he showed the power of thunder, he conquered the barbarians. The true power of the flesh, not the awe of these savage strongmen, the supernatural fruit of evil, is the belief of these savages.

"Can we really go out and see the savage world out there?" Gulam's voice trembled as he walked out of the restricted area. Of course. How else did I get in?" Laughed. Clenched his fists, from this point of view, this god seems to be more powerful than the legend. At the very least, history shows that God has no power to get rid of the barbarians and can only move on in the midst of thunderstorms. "Very good" Guran's heart was excited.

The island cannot be explored by the outside world, and no one can go out. The barbarian is like a person abandoned by the world, isolated from the world, living his own life and performing his own wonderful. They multipled, grew, learned, defeated mighty beasts, and survived to this day. Wangdao may be their bloodline, their home, but it is still a place they yearn for. Dawn stayed with the Barbarians, who he soon discovered were usually very good warriors with great fighting power. They fight for the boiling of the body, which is a unique step and special effect.

Barbarians have a special belief in nature, and each of them believes in nature and sees the value of plants and flowers differently from the outside world.

"Holy Spirit!" The barbarians, young and old, leaned down to pay homage to him as they walked on the branches of a large tree. Through her simple eyes, Dawn could tell that these people were really in awe of themselves. "You have a problem with your drink" Not far away, a group of teenagers, under the supervision of the coach, hit people. The first bowed to him. Helped them to their feet, then looked around and whispered. "Lean to the side as much as you can, reduce the range of your opponents, face them head-on, the width of your body will undoubtedly increase your aim"

"Lean forward, hit outward, hit inward" "Bend slightly, but straighten the bend!" Yan said as he corrected the boy's body himself, and he pinched his arm several times, and the boy immediately straightened his position. This is basically the same as what the teacher said before, but Dunn himself explained and corrected it, but let the young man understand immediately, and his eyes lit up. "Thank God!"