What is bruteness? What is brute art? The two questions had been lingering in Mo Chong's mind, and he seemed to have grasped something, and it was always fleeting, and when the white light flew under his feet, it seemed to explode along with his thoughts. "What is barbarism in this world, and does it mean ancient? Or is it barbaric, barbaric, and wantonly trampling on the world with absolute strength. Is brute art really cultivated? Ancient people, or is it just a brute beast?" A pair of cold little hands put on his chest, and when he looked down, Linglong was sleeping in his arms stupidly, and saliva flowed all over him. In the distance was a light, and he went, and the light went, and he retreated, and the light retreated, as if it were born against him, and it was always there mocking him. "Why? Why can't I touch it? Mo Zhong touched his nose in distress, reached out to grab the beam of light, and felt his hand sink, as if something had fallen on his hand.

Looking down, the beam of light, as if there was substance, was flowing in his hand, and he was about to take a closer look, when he suddenly felt a pain in his head, a trance, almost unsteady on his feet, and when he looked up, it was a strange place. Looking down, Linglong was not in his arms, he saw two big furry paws, and his dark hands were covered with thick black hair, and he reached out and touched it, oh my God, is this still his face? Running wildly into the distance, the earth rumbled, until he ran to a river, and a huge ape face appeared on the water. Mozhong wanted to scream, but it was the roar of a beast, and before he could breathe, there was a splash of water, and a huge beast's head came out of the river. The huge beast's head has eight eyes, hideous with a string of horns, sharp teeth that are green and faint, poisonous at first glance, and slender like a snake with four claws on its body. "Roar!" This is a provocation, Mo Chongzheng has a belly of anger and nowhere to go, roared angrily, and slapped a paw directly on the head of the fierce beast. This time he didn't fight the fierce beast, so much so that he staggered and almost rushed into the river. * Control such a huge body, ink weight has not yet adapted. The fierce beast saw the flaw, and slapped a claw on Mo Chong's body, which was immediately a bloody wound. "Roar!" a meaningless roar, Mozhong grew excited, blood stimulating his senses, he wanted to tear everything apart, trample everything under his feet.

A punch smashed into the abdomen of the fierce beast, and before it could react, Mo Zhong directly pinched the connection between the huge beast's head and body with one hand, and dragged it fiercely to the land, and actually dragged a whole fierce beast up from the lake, Mo Chong's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty killing intent, and the wound on his back was still faintly painful, roaring, Mo Chong lowered his head and bit directly on the waist of the fierce beast. "Whew!" a cry of pain, and the beast struggled frantically, but two hands like iron pincers clamped his body tightly, unable to move. Mo Zhong never thought that the taste of blood would be so sweet, the more he drank, the more he wanted to drink, the fangs in his mouth were unconsciously biting, and pieces of raw meat were devoured by him, he just wanted to eat now, eat again, and enjoy the pleasure of flesh and blood. The beast gradually stopped struggling, and the blood of its whole body was devoured, and all that was left was a shell. "More! I'll want more!" roared to the sky, and a giant black ape began to frantically search for something to eat.

Mo Zhong felt that he didn't know what he was doing before, and when he came to his senses, there were a lot of leftover beast corpses around him, wiping his lips and blood on his hands, Mo Zhong felt nauseous, knowing where the missing parts of these beasts had gone. Trying to remember what happened before, not remembering at all. With a fist, Mo Zhong was surprised to find that the strength of his whole body seemed to be taken away by something, and a sense of weakness spread all over his body, and now the fierce beast with a little muscle only needed one punch to kill him. "What's going on? Where is my strength? What happened when I wasn't conscious?" staggered to his feet, and with a trembling mouse, he pulled off the fur of a fierce beast and wrapped it around his body, without strength, and even his body was a long way off, and the cold wind seemed to tear him apart. "Even if I lose my strength, I will survive, only to live, there will always be a day when I will regain strength. "A thunderstorm, as if heaven and earth responded to his scream!

There is no garment of the body, and the ink is heavy to peel the fur of the weak little beast. There was no place to protect from the cold, so Mo heavily cut down ancient trees to build houses. Without strength, Ink recreates weapons to defend against powerful beasts...... It was as if he had become a hunter, and the whole earth had become his hunting ground. The weapon is getting stronger and stronger, the body is getting tougher and tougher, Mo Zhong is no longer satisfied with a corner of peace, he dares to challenge the most powerful beast, dare to walk in the deepest night, the biting cold wind can not freeze his blood, the ordeal does not smooth his edges and corners, but makes him a sharp sword, the edge is exposed.

I don't know how long I walked, but the warm sunlight shone down, and Mo shook the ice slag on his body and strode forward to explore. There was a shout ahead, and a group of poorly dressed "people" rushed out. Screaming indiscriminately, all over **, filthy, and a few covered in mud. If it weren't for the similar body shape and a few wooden sticks, Mo Zhong would have thought that he had encountered a fierce beast. "Is this the Terran in this wilderness?" Mo Zhong thought secretly, raised his hand and pulled out the stone dagger, cut off a few wooden sticks at once, and roared at a few men who rushed in front, frightening the few Terrans behind him to hug each other.

"Roar!" Several men were also tough, all in front of Mo Chong's body, to cover the women and children behind to escape, this fierce beast was too strong, they couldn't resist it. Mo Zhong made a few gestures, indicating that he would not hurt them, and the few men on the opposite side were stunned for a moment, making a two-legged walking gesture, Mo Zhong nodded, and several men actually cheered, screaming and gathering the people who had left. Mo Zhong watched them busy with interest, and now the Terrans have used gestures to communicate simply?

Raising his feet and leaving, although there are his people here, it is not his ideal place. "Hmm, hmm, hmm!" a few men saw Mo Yu leaving, calling for the clansmen to follow Mo Zhong step by step. Turning around, there was a roar, and the Terrans were like frightened monkeys, scurrying around, and some even hid under the stones. He had just walked out not far away, and when he looked back, a group of Terrans were following him. Mo Zhong had a headache, looking at this group of clansmen, and he didn't know what to do.

He turned around and grabbed a few men who were about to flee, pressed them to the ground, and raised his fist to beat them so hard that they lay on the ground without heavy hands. Rushing behind him to stretch out his head to look at a few Terrans waved their fists, Mo Zhong turned around and left, ran all the way, ran straight to the bottom of a mountain, rested for a while, looked back, the horizon was a pile of smoke and dust, the handful of Terrans actually carried the wounded to chase up, was looked at by a pair of hopeful eyes with awe, Mo Zhong was finally defeated, raised his hand, and led this group of clansmen slowly to the distance, he wanted to give these clansmen a place to live. Skirting the mountain, the terrain sinks abruptly, and a huge basin appears on the back of the mountain, and from the side, it seems that something has cut off half of it, and under the steep cliff is a huge basin. The bottom of the basin is the same as the top, except for a few more trees and a river meandering up the hill to get here. Mo Zhong brought all the human races to the bottom of the basin, chose a place near the water to rest, walked to the river alone, jumped directly, the clear river water wandered some weak fierce beasts, as soon as they saw something fall into the water, they all rushed over in an instant. The huge school of fish looked like a huge shadow in the water, and the first fish at the front showed their sharp teeth, and even the most powerful beasts would be torn apart by them when they fell into the water.

Mo Zhong pulled out his dagger and waited for the impact of the fish, but for a moment, a black shadow rushed from not far away with a huge momentum, and there was a sound of clicking, and when you heard it carefully, it was the sound of the fish grinding their teeth. Mo Zhong raised his foot and stomped on it, such a number of fish were not something he could shake, picked up a tree trunk by the river, and smashed it into the water, the water flow immediately separated, a bunch of fish were directly smashed and stunned, more were washed to the shore by the current, Mo Zhong held the tree trunk, like a whack-a-mole, one by one knocked out the fierce beasts that fell to the shore and still kept clenching their teeth, and shouted, signaling those Terrans to put these away. A few of them saw the meaning of Mozhong, and stepped forward to touch the fainting fish on the ground with their hands, and saw that there was really no danger, so they shouted to the clansmen to pick up the fish, and Mozhong found two pieces of wood, rubbed them vigorously, and raised a fire, taught them how to roast fish with fire, and began to make houses again...... The Terrans, who know nothing, are like a sponge, greedily absorbing new knowledge, desperately needing to know what they need to do to survive in this barren place.

Many, many years passed, and the Terrans established villages, and the primemen of the villages began to go to the mountains to hunt the weak beasts for food, and the women sewed warm clothes at home, and everything was on the right track. He had left the Terrans many years ago, and had quietly gone alone to lead a race, and he thought that he did not have the ability to do so, and that teaching them the knowledge to survive was the right way.

"Damn, I wouldn't have left if I had known. "In a valley far away from the Terran tribe, Mo Zhong looked at the beast tide in front of him with a blue face, and the direction of the surging beast tide was the Terran station. Mozhong didn't want the fledgling Terran to collapse, so he came here. "I'm going to regret it. "Standing on a platform, below is the crazy beast tide, Mo Zhong is waiting, waiting for the fierce beast that drives the beast tide to appear, as long as the fierce beast is killed, the beast tide will be self-defeating. The sound of the roar of all the beasts was really huge, and the cliffs on both sides were shaken and fell small stones, and the beasts stepped on it, and the earth was not a single grass, as if it had been newly turned over. "It's coming!" "It's coming!" his eyes narrowed, and a fierce beast that obviously did not have the violent aura of other fierce beasts mixed in the beast tide, moving with the beast tide, "It's you!" jumped forward, and Mo Zhong jumped directly onto its body. Before the beast could react, it felt a weight on its body, and was about to look back, when there was a tingling pain, and it was Mo Zhong who stuck the stone dagger on its back. Under the pain, this fierce beast obviously traveled at a different speed from the side, it desperately wanted to shake the person on its back down, where could the ink weight make him get his wish, he clasped the rough skin on its back, pulled out the dagger, and stabbed directly in the crook of the beast's leg in the next second. The fierce beast's legs bent and fell to the ground, and in an instant, it was directly stepped into powder by the beasts behind it, with the weight of the ink on it, "Sure enough, I'm still unwilling." "Close your eyes and wait for death to come.

Shrine, at the entrance to the first level.

The green cocoon, which had been silent for two days, finally moved, the green light was swallowed, and with a long roar, a young man with a full body of ** broke through the green cocoon with a punch and walked out of it. Everyone saw that it was not who Mo Zhong was, they all had a ghost expression, but they saw Mo Zhong turn into a pile of coke and fall to the ground with their own eyes, and now they actually walked out alive. "Give me two sets of clothes!" shouted at the crowd, leaving the crowd messy in the wind, holding the green cocoon and scurrying down the mountain, joking, how can you see the young master's wife! When the clothed Mo Zhong returned to the front of everyone, the former gangster had turned into a majestic man, holding a big black fan, and he was a handsome boy in his prime. He raised his foot and stepped forward and asked, "I am now qualified to climb to the top of this mountain!" As soon as the words fell, a powerful momentum swept out, which was the fierce aura that Mo Zhong had obtained after thousands of battles in the wasteland. Moving slightly, there was a crackling sound of bones all over his body, and a huge phantom appeared behind Mo Zhong, and someone exclaimed: "Oh my God!