Hou Yu looked at this land from afar, and he didn't feel guilty in his heart, and let him stay here, and the result was the same.

The level of the Earth Spirit Bead was a bit too high for them.

Therefore, he didn't have to find the Earth Spirit Bead when he came here this time, if the bead was still on Xiao Yiren's forehead, even if it was as cold and hard as him, I am afraid it would be difficult to face this child calmly.

He just needs to go into the ground and feel the power of the earth here, and from afar, he only takes his own share, comes quietly, and walks quietly, not wanting to alarm anyone.

He also has no right to disturb the peaceful life of the people here.

With a sigh, he faded the face of the little winged man in his mind, found a no-man's land, fell into the light, and plunged into the soil.

Decades of earth escape skills have made him now comfortable even in the potential soil layer, and Peng Pai, who quietly feels the power of the underground earth line, follows the feeling and escapes under the soil, and the fluctuations of the earth spirit bead are very clear, that is a feeling that he is very familiar with, and it will not be wrong.

As he slowly approached, he realized that he wasn't the only one; This is also very understandable, the earth spirit bead is not a secret here, at the beginning, they hyped up the three families of the Chumen Zhaoneng Temple to smear the ruthless Dao, and they had already exposed the whereabouts of the earth spirit bead in front of the entire continent's cultivation interface, and the thought was that since it was not a secret, since it had become a thing that everyone was seeing, it would naturally make those who wanted to take it for themselves to be jealous.

This method is not bad, no one has been able to steal the Earth Spirit Orb from here for at least ten years.

But there are many monks who come to feel the earth spirit beads, among which he can even faintly feel the breath of Jin Dan, but he doesn't know which way the gods are, everyone tacitly chose to complete the expansion of the power of the earth from the soil layer, and feel that the silk is different from the Splendid Continent, the rules from outside the universe.

One of the advantages of walking in the soil is that there is no need to worry about the embarrassment of meeting, there is no point in looking at each other here, and it is impossible for the monks to fight against each other without knowing who the other party is, which will provoke public outrage, and it will also delay more important matters, so respect each other as guests.

He was also one of the guests, looking for the most suitable place for him, to the area where the Earth Spirit Orb was most intense.

In this process, through the ubiquitous fluctuations of the earth under the soil layer, it is as if each person's divine consciousness can accurately locate their own position and the position of other monks in the surrounding area, here, as long as there is no one hidden under the soil layer, more conspicuous than in the sky.

He could feel that with the Earth Spirit Bead as the center, there were hundreds of monks surrounding it, far or near; The amazing thing is that the higher the realm, the farther away you are, and the lower the realm, the closer you can get to the center.

This is the wonder of the Earth Spirit Bead, it instinctively rejects the monks who pose a greater threat to it, if it is an infant to become an ancestor, it can't even get close to the range of ten miles, the activity area of Jin Dan is three or five miles away, only the small cultivation of the three realms of Tongtian can get as close to the Earth Spirit Bead as possible, but it can't enter a mile, this is the magic of the Earth Spirit Bead after it began to operate, and it also indirectly proves that its level is even far above the infant transformation period.

Outer is wonderful.

Hou Yu slowly approached, and no one was surprised, because there were always new joiners, always with the monks of the Three Realms of Tongtian, coming and going, coming and going, it was the situation under the land of the Winged People tribe in the past few years.

He approached a mile in circles, and felt like he could go any further? It's not that his realm is lower, but because he once had close contact with the Earth Spirit Bead.

Suppressing such an impulse, he stopped in a circle of one mile, which was enough for the time being.

After finding a good position, he brushed out the yellow light behind him, and slowly merged into the fluctuations of the earth beads, looking for that tacit understanding of resonance, just like he did in the dark river.

The beads are here, and everyone has a chance, but what they get is up to them; It's like a book is placed there, some people can't read big characters, some people can take the test to show talents, and some people can become great Confucians......

Time passed little by little, and soon, the monks in the underground left this new person behind, and everyone was busy with their own feelings, and then there were new people, or some people left in a daze.

The Five Elements Treasure is not open to everyone, and there are too many things to grasp.

………………

It's another harvest season, and the terraces are full of busy winged people, to be honest, humanoids like winged people are still a little weird to farm, like a flock of hemp finches in the field, and I don't know if it's for work or for food?

There are also winged people who adhere to tradition and disdain farming, they are the hunters of the tribe, and the warriors of the tribe in wartime.

Several strong wingmen skimmed the treetops at low altitude, and the powerful wings could keep them gliding at low altitude for a certain amount of time because of the long swing of the wings, and if combined with the terrain and wind direction, an experienced wingman hunter could fly for miles.

Wielding a hoe and scythe and flapping wings are not the same concept, and the same muscle groups are not exercised, and the result is that the wings of the agricultural wingmen are becoming more and more degraded, and they may become real humans after hundreds of years, which is also despised by some blood-conscious wingmen.

They all carried all kinds of prey on their backs, from rock sheep and forest deer to small pheasants and hares, and it seemed that it was another fruitful hunt.

In the first few hunters in the village, they broke up and went home with their prey, and in the grain harvest season, it was very advantageous to exchange the prey, which is why these hunters have been frequently dispatched recently.

Grains and meat are indispensable foods for living organisms.

A tall, strong young hunter pushed open the door of his yard and put down his prey, "Mother, I'm back." ”

An old voice in the room, "Sora is back, why did you go for so long this time?" It's not a good place in the mountains, if you don't have many people, don't go too far, just a few nearby mountains are enough for you to hunt, and our family is just two people, and we can't use too much ......."

The young wingman laughed; "It's okay, it didn't take a few days, but Shanzi saw a beautiful white deer, and he chased a little farther away, and he won't be next time."

An old woman appeared at the door, her wings were shriveled and drooping low, the lifespan of winged people was about the same as that of humans, but the first to age were their wings, and they could no longer fan when they were more than half a hundred years old, but ordinary labor was still no problem.

"I have food in the pot for you, go and eat it while it's hot, go out for half a month and eat meat all day, it's always not good for your health."

Seeing her son unscathed, the old woman finally let go of the worry in her heart, which had tormented her for half a month.

Life in the mountains is always full of dangers, it's okay for people like her not to go out, especially these young hunters, there are often incidents of destroying beasts in the mountains and forests, but young people never care.

She has three children, her husband left early, the eldest died, the third is the only seedling now, and the second is ...... When she thought of the second child, the old woman couldn't control the sourness in her heart.

Before the second child died, she cried and took her hand and said that she did not want to be a saint again in her next life, if one day a kingfisher flew back to the small courtyard to get close to her, it was that she had been freed, and then asked her mother to bury her in the ancestral grave at home......

She had waited ten years for this day, and it was still far away.

(End of chapter)