Above the nine heavens, a golden-winged Dapeng bird fluttered its wings and flew high, shuttling among the clouds.

The white clouds approached at great speed, and when they reached a few meters in front of Lin Xiuwen's body, they suddenly split into two halves and crossed Lin Xiuwen's body.

Lin Xiuwen opened his eyes and nodded, the land was already far away. Lin Xiuwen was secretly glad that he had caught a golden-winged Dapeng as a mount, which was much easier.

The distance of two or three miles is just a blink of an eye. Lin Xiuwen jumped down from Dapeng and stepped on the dirt steadily, without splashing a single speck of dust. The Golden-Winged Roc turned into a young man with a beautiful face and landed beside him.

Lin Xiuwen frowned, as if he was looking at something.

"Boss, what's wrong?" the King of the Golden-Winged Roc was extremely flattering and courteous.

Lin Xiuwen shook his head, he didn't know either. He said, "I don't know, I just feel that there is something unusual here. ”

King of the Golden-Winged Roc nodded. He still doesn't know what kind of cultivation his boss is. This boss is very mysterious.

The mountains and forests are lush and the forests are green. The figures of Lin Xiuwen and the Golden-winged Dapeng slowly appeared, shuttling among them. After a few moments, stop in one place.

Lin Xiuwen waved his hand and threw a punch.

"Wow"

The mountains trembled and rocks rolled. A cave appeared in front of Lin Xiuwen's eyes.

Lin Xiuwen shot again, and threw hundreds of punches in a row, and the mountain that hit fell apart, turning into rocks and flying around.

The golden-winged Dapeng bird on the side couldn't help but tremble when they saw Lin Xiuwen's action. This is how he was beaten by Lin Xiuwen at the beginning.

Lin Xiuwen slowly withdrew. The entire mountain has been removed, revealing the remains buried beneath the mountain.

"What is this?" asked the Golden-Winged Roc King, pointing to a stone tablet.

Lin Xiuwen's cultivation was running, and with a wave of his big sleeves, the stone tablet that was originally buried in the ground was directly pulled out, revealing the handwriting on it.

"Haoran?" Lin Xiuwen looked at those two words, his expression extremely shocked. He was so shocked that he dug up a stele with simplified Chinese characters written on it from the ground.

Lin Xiuwen was stunned, he couldn't have imagined that it would be Chinese characters. He couldn't understand it, it was hard to accept.

Being able to be buried directly at the bottom of the mountain during the movement of the earth's crust has gone through more than 100,000 years.

Lin Xiuwen picked up a sculpture on the ground, and Lin Xiuwen could feel that it was its qi that made him feel the difference here. This sculpture Lin Xiuwen faintly felt a little familiar.

"Ding Ding"

Lin Xiuwen tapped lightly, and the black sculpture made a tinkling sound. Obviously, this is a sculpture with a metallic texture. Lin Xiuwen looked at it carefully, and this black sculpture actually contained an extremely faint trace of Dao rhyme. No wonder it is so extraordinary, buried in the ground for so long, it can be so well preserved.

I don't know what age it was, Lin Xiuwen thought. This black sculpture is mysterious and quaint, extremely exquisite, and it stands to reason that it should be regarded as a treasure.

"Whose thing is this, and how did it end up here?" Lin Xiuwen was very puzzled and couldn't come to a conclusion.

"Perhaps, this is the civilization of the human race that was wiped out more than 100,000 years ago?" Lin Xiuwen muttered to himself. Suddenly, he looked up behind him.

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In the middle of the jungle, a young primitive man kept running, he was out of breath and exhausted, as if all his strength had been exhausted.

Suddenly, his feet slipped and he fell to the ground. He struggled with difficulty, as if sensing the gasping sound behind him, and the little primitive's body stiffened suddenly.

A spotted leopard stared at him deadly, opening its bloody mouth, saliva flowing from between its teeth, turning into a transparent silk thread that stretched to the ground, salivating.

"Roar~"

The spotted leopard let out a low roar and pounced on the primitives.

The primitive man was extremely frightened, and he didn't know whether he was frightened or tired, and sat down on the ground. Seeing the spotted leopard pounce on him, he closed his eyes as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

"Smack"

Lin Xiuwen threw a punch out of his hand, and the spotted leopard flew out upside down, and the corpse fell to the ground, blood pouring out.

The primitive man did not wait for death for a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and two strange people looked at him intently. The spotted leopard that had chased him all the way was dead, lying quietly on the ground, blood dripping all over the ground.

"Ahhh

The little primitive man danced and thanked his life-saving benefactor. Lin Xiuwen nodded, regardless of whether the other party understood or not.

Lin Xiuwen pointed at the forehead of the little primitive. Primitive people could not speak, and there was a special bone in their body. As the race slowly evolves, the bone will gradually decay until it disappears. That is, the race has the ability to speak. Lin Xiuwen didn't have that much time to wait, so he directly took action to refine his special bones.

......

Among the mountains and forests, Lin Xiuwen took the little primitive people through them, and the golden-winged Dapeng King flew in the sky, waiting for Lin Xiuwen's call.

The little primitive already had a name, called Hua, and it was Lin Xiuwen who gave him the name. In three years, Hua gradually grew into a teenager. also learned to speak, and Lin Xiuwen also taught him to practice.

"You mean, the people of your tribe want to see me?" Lin Xiuwen asked.

Hua nodded.

"You told them about my existence, right?" Lin Xiuwen smiled.

Hua lowered his head in shame.

"Let them come up. Lin Xiuwen nodded and said softly.

"Good. Hua answered, saluted, turned around and left, and a few dodges disappeared in Brother Lin.

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Lin Xiuwen sat on the chair. Dozens of eerie primitives pressed by the black pressure below. Hua and the Golden-winged Roc King stood beside him.

One of the leaders of the primitive people took the clansmen like Lin Xiuwen to the line. An incomparably complicated set of etiquette, Lin Xiuwen has noticed, used by the primitive human race when they sacrifice to the gods. The so-called gods are actually just docile demons. Demon cultivation protects the Terrans in exchange for the Terrans' faith and sacrifices.

Lin Xiuwen waved his sleeves, and the Dao energy entered their bodies respectively, giving them their lock spirit bones to him. The lock spirit bone was taken to him, and the primitive man only felt a burst of relief. I thought it was a miracle, and I bowed down and bowed down.

Lin Xiuwen arranged for Hua to communicate with them in language and practice, and then he no longer cared about them.

......

The night covers the sky and the sky is full of stars.

The bat demon spread out a bunch of black wings and suspended in the sky, and a powerful aura emanated, as if his power could already affect the heavens and the earth.

"The lowly human race, like ants, is only worthy of being our blood food. I didn't go looking for you, you sent it to the door yourself. He said coldly, looking at Lin Xiuwen's incomparably silent and disdainful. took Lin Xiuwen to heart at all, as if Lin Xiuwen was really an ant.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. In the sky, the Golden-winged Dapeng heard the other party's words and pursed his lips and said disdainfully. Wait a minute, you will know how powerful the Great Demon King is.

The bat demon made a move and swooped down, with a gust of wind.

"Bang!"

However, the next moment, a terrible scream came out of his mouth, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body was thrown out.