The place where the bear tribe lives is a large basin, and the location of the tribe is probably the central area of the basin, in fact, the radius of activity of the bear tribe will not exceed fifty miles.

Except for the area occupied by the bear tribe, the rest of the place is full of primeval forests that cover the sky and the sun, and countless monsters and beasts live in the vast primeval forest.

Lin Xiuwen looked at the mountains, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

The King of the Golden-Winged Roc stood behind him, his eyes were excellent, and he could see the scenery of the mountains at a glance. In the mountains and forests, due to autumn, the broad-leaved trees have already fallen leaves, and only a few coniferous trees remain green, which is particularly eye-catching in the mountains.

The mountains and forests in autumn are different from the spring and summer seasons, and the sunlight can completely bask in large areas of the mountains outside, and the mountains are bright and clear.

The old trees are tall and sparsely distributed among each other, not very dense.

Dead branches and leaves fall all over the mountains and forests, paving one after another continuous yellow leaf fields, full of gloom.

There are also a few occasional wild beasts that roam the mountains.

Looking at this patches of primeval forest, Lin Xiuwen had some regrets and couldn't bear it.

"Teacher, you're all set. Hua approached Lin Xiuwen's side and said respectfully.

Lin Xiuwen nodded and said, "Then let's go." ”

Lin Xiuwen approached the primeval forest with a group of clansmen, who were neither here to hunt nor to cut wood.

They have only one purpose.

Set fire to the mountain!

The survival memory of drilling wood for fire has become a compulsory course for the Bear Tribe Terrans, and it is a survival skill that everyone must master.

But in fact, there is still fire in the clan, so they don't usually have a chance to use it. Today, it's a good practice.

Lin Xiuwen took them and set fires everywhere.

The development of the Terrans was curbed by the surrounding primeval forests, and if they wanted to break through this containment and make the Terrans continue to develop and get more food, hunting alone could not do it.

With the development of the bear tribe, the population will only increase, and the race will slowly divide into two classes, one is the cultivators who can practice, and the other is the mortals who cannot practice.

Once there is no blood food offering, it is only a few human races who can cultivate after all.

And these cultivators, who only accounted for a small number of cultivators, had to support the majority of mortals, and there was already a food crisis right now, and Lin Xiuwen knew that this situation could not last forever.

Sooner or later, there will be big problems.

In the future, the number of mortals will increase. And the increase in the number of cultivators is also limited, after all, there are also limits on resources.

At that time, the cultivator will not be able to make offerings to mortals at all. Without food, what fate awaits the Terrans......

In order to solve this contradiction, it is necessary to realize the transformation of the way of life, and turn the hunting tribe into an agricultural tribe. It not only liberates the cultivators, but also enables the human race to have a stable source of food.

In order for mortals to be able to farm with peace of mind, this kind of demon beast may appear at any time, and the dangerous environment is obviously not possible.

In order to transform the bear tribe into an agricultural tribe, it is imperative to set fire to the mountain.

Demon beasts and beasts rely on mountains and forests to survive, and as long as there are no mountains and forests, they naturally cannot survive.

Set fire to the mountain, and you can expel the demon beasts and wild beasts from the outside. In turn, the Terrans can obtain a large amount of arable land, and the ashes of the trees can be used to fertilize the land, and the remaining trunks can be cut back for fuel, and the seeds can be sown as long as the land is slightly turned in the spring of the next year. It's a lot to kill.

The west wind is howling, and little sparks are flying and scattered everywhere.

Dead branches and leaves are already very flammable, and it is a dry autumn, which can be burned when it has been ignited. The scattered sparks suddenly became sparks.

A fire broke out.

There are ancient forests around the bear tribe, and the flames are soaring into the sky.

The fire was fierce, raging, unstoppable, spreading in all directions.

The fire completely stained the sky red, as if the sky was also burning.

The tribe was full of monks who were waiting for battle, and a fire in the clan was affected, and they were able to extinguish it immediately.

Since you are ready to set fire to the mountain, you naturally have to prevent it from being affected in your own tribe.

The forests are littered with dead branches and leaves, which provided fuel for the fires. The fire swept in, countless beasts roared and ran around, and countless creatures died in the flames.

The wildfires were overwhelming, sweeping everywhere, and wherever the firelight went, the ashes were extinguished, leaving only a few ashes, which drifted away with the wind.

Lin Xiuwen watched this mountain fire sweep everywhere, like a blooming flower, extremely gorgeous. It's just that his brows are deeply raised, and he is always a little unbearable. But for the Terrans to develop, he had no choice.

The weather is dry, and there is fuel everywhere, and as soon as a spark falls, it can immediately create an overwhelming fire. There were many wild beasts in the mountains and forests that had not run past the fire, and they were caught up by the fire, wailing, screaming, and running in all directions, and finally died in the flames in great pain.

Extremely tragic.

A figure stepped into the sky, exuding an unrivaled majesty all over its body.

"Seven Tribulations Heavenly Demon Immortal. The Golden-Winged Dapeng was taken aback, he didn't expect that such a high-level demon cultivator would exist near him.

Lin Xiuwen glanced back at him. It was the first time he had heard of this statement.

"The daring Terran ants dare to set fire to the mountain without permission, and mutilate countless demon clans of me, and they are bold. The man had a cold face, and cruelty flashed in his eyes.

The Golden-Winged Roc King had just spoken the Terran language, and he obviously didn't understand it.

The person who came was an ordinary-looking demon cultivator, but his nose was a little sharp, and he had a hooked nose, Lin Xiuwen suspected that he was also an avian demon cultivator.

The hook-nosed man spoke the language of the demon clan, and Lin Xiuwen could understand it. Lin Xiuwen pretended to be scared, his neck shrunk, and he said in a demon clan: "Oh, you want to kill me?"

The flames were monstrous, reflecting Lin Xiuwen's face.

The hook-nosed man stood quietly in the fiery red sky, exuding an incomparably powerful aura all over his body, filling the world near the bear tribe.

"Mole ant, kill yourself. His eyes were extremely indifferent, as if Lin Xiuwen was insignificant in his eyes.

The King of the Golden Winged Roc looked at Lin Xiuwen with some concern, not knowing what kind of realm Lin Xiuwen was, and not knowing if he could beat the other party.

Lin Xiuwen chuckled and said, "Why?"

"A human like an ant deserves to ask me why? The hook-nosed man said impatiently.

The lair was set on fire, and his heart was extremely angry.

He shot directly and slammed into Lin Xiuwen's palm.

Lin Xiuwen threw out a punch with his hand, and the hook-nosed man was directly shocked and flew out.

The King of the Golden-Winged Roc was extremely surprised.

Lin Xiuwen stood in place, undamaged.

On the other hand, the eagle hooked nose demon cultivator was hit in the chest by Lin Xiuwen's punch, and a piece of his chest collapsed, and he flew out upside down on the spot and fell to the ground, coughing up blood.