In the vast land of prehistoric land, the human race and countries gradually recovered their peace. All the governments of various countries have been replaced. All the corrupt governments, Jinxian, Taiyi, have been swept into the garbage dump of history, and even their names have been flooded.

The new generation of government managers have absorbed the lessons of their predecessors and began to actively seek new mechanisms to govern the government based on the actual situation of their respective governments. Countless new systems have appeared in the prehistoric land, exploring continuous improvement and development.

The world of the prehistoric human race is no longer the same, and the era of a hundred schools of thought contending is slowly beginning.

The wars in various countries in the prehistoric world rose from the ground to the sky. These human tribes under the altitude were migrated out in an organized manner. The new world that has been constantly unfolding officially ushered in the prehistoric people.

An invisible giant hand manipulates all this to minimize the damage suffered by the human race in the war.

As the wars at high altitudes, as outstanding disciples of various sects descended from the mountain, fighting became more and more common, and new military formations emerged one after another, and various strange tactics continued to emerge.

It seemed that suddenly, the human mind untied a shackle called Xungu, and countless wonderful ideas burst out.

People today are even more thoughtful than those of the ancients, and they spread within the human race.

The scale of battles in the sky is getting bigger and bigger. The victory or defeat there is related to the camp orientation of the ground government. Huge alliances begin to appear, and the army slowly approaches the prehistoric reserve.

The countries that were in contact with the prehistoric reservation began to annex each other, forming huge countries, and countless ground troops were dispatched to the periphery of the reservation, watching the prehistoric tribes in the reservation.

The prehistoric aliens in the reserved land had already felt this depressing atmosphere and began to be turbulent. The ancestor of Daluo, who had unfolded a small world in chaos, began to migrate his own race and collected many vassal races.

The human race does not stop it, because the human race itself is also doing the same thing.

In the small world in chaos, the more creatures, the more stable the small world is, the stronger the ability to fight erosion of chaos, and the more perfect and solid the world is.

Although these foreign races in the prehistoric world are not humans, they are still prehistoric creatures. Their victory against chaos is the victory of prehistoric world. This is the general trend of prehistoric world. Even if they are as powerful as human races, they cannot be hindered at will, otherwise they will be punished by the laws of heaven.

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Ruoshui held a two-foot-long short knife and walked carefully through the dense jungle, tracking a firewood wolf who was stealing birds in the village.

The twenty-year-old Ruoshui has already broken through the realm of refining essence into qi and officially became a monk. He is earlier than all boys of the same age in the village. He is the pride of Dada and Muma, and the darling of the whole family.

Other boys who refine essence and turn into qi began to hunt with their parents, but Ruoshui was a girl and was still assigned to take care of the Lingguo Forest. Ruoshui was unwilling to find that a firewood wolf snatched the birds and secretly tracked them out.

This is Ruoshui's third reincarnation. In the first life, Ruoshui practiced to the realm of Golden Immortality and had no progress. She had a strong desire in her heart, urging her to practice to the realm of Daluo. After knowing that she could not continue to advance, she would soon be relieved and reincarnated and reincarnated.

Millions of years later, he reincarnated for the second time and reached the Taiyi realm. He practiced without any cultivation and was reincarnated again.

In this life, Ruoshui has shown outstanding talent since childhood, practiced quickly, and reached her peers from all ages.

Three years ago, the war between the people of the country affected the village where Ruoshui's family was located. Ruoshui moved to this world called Darongjie with his family and started a new life.

This is an extremely magnificent world.

The earth shuttles through the clouds, and countless villages live on the earth in the air, constantly walking along the earth. As long as the route is correct, you can walk to the sky of your own village.

Ruoshui likes it very much. The vegetation here is similar to that in the prehistoric world, but it is bright in color and more beautiful. There are few large and ferocious animals. There are spiritual fruits all over the mountains and fields, and they can't finish it no matter how much they eat it.

But be careful of the appearance of strange beasts. Some strange beasts are big and fierce. Once they appear, they will destroy them, knock down big trees and kill them when they see them. But soon high-level monks will fly over and kill these fierce strange beasts.

Most of the strange beasts are not very big in size, their strength and speed are not very good, and their minds are simple, and they can only destroy trees. Adults in the village can kill them. Such strange beasts are extremely delicious and can grow strength after eating them.

Ruoshui was very familiar with the village thousands of miles around. After only chasing for more than two thousand miles, he found Chailang's nest.

Ruoshui inserted a short knife into the scabbard tied to his right thigh, pulled out the green leaves that were as big as a thumb on his neck, and his mind sank into the inside of the leaves, and a spear appeared out of thin air. Ruoshui took off the spear and inserted it on the ground beside him, and then two hand axes appeared, Ruoshui inserted them behind him.

With a moving mind, another longbow and three feather arrows appeared. Ruoshui took it down and stuffed the green leaves back into his clothes.

This magical treasure, similar to the rumored storage beads, can store many things. However, the leaves were not refined by high-level monks, but grew on the tree, but were very small in number. This was a gift from Ruoshui when she was twenty years old.

Ruoshui was ready, holding a bow in his left hand and a spear in his right hand, and slowly touching the wood wolf's nest.

Chailang's nest is in a small valley beside a large valley, and Ruoshui gently walked over from the top of the mountain.

This is the difference between the Great Banyan Realm and the prehistoric world. The top of the mountain is the ground. All the valleys are under the ground. The ground is vast and flat, the jungle is lush, and the valleys are deep and narrow, and endless, cutting the ground apart.

Ruoshui approached the Chailang for ten miles, stopped, carefully leaned his spear against the trunk beside him, slowly pulled out the feather arrow from behind, put it on the bowstring, and checked the hand axe behind him, the short knife on his thigh, and the spear beside him were all in a convenient position, and then stood there and calmed his breath for a while.

Ruoshui slowly opened his eyes, and every move of the Chailang ten miles away came into his eyes. He raised his hands, pushed left and right, and sent his fingers. The feather arrow disappeared in front of him like lightning. He wiped his right hand back and pulled out another feather arrow. In this way, the three feather arrows connected head and tail, and in the blink of an eye, they shot to the Chailang.

As the sharp blade approached, Chailang suddenly woke up, twisted and leaped away, and avoided the first feather arrow. As soon as he stood firm, Chailang's four legs were bent suddenly and ready to pedal and jump. The second feather arrow shot down. Chailang only had time to twist his waist and abdomen. The sharp feather arrow hit the wolf's waist and drew a blood groove half a finger deep. The five-foot-high body suddenly kicked up and jumped towards the depths of the valley. The third feather arrow came out of nowhere and flashed into Chailang's neck. Chailang, which had jumped hundreds of feet away, smashed it down hard, knocking down several big trees without any struggle, and losing his mind.

Ruoshui smiled proudly, put away the longbow, and walked towards the valley with a knife and spear.

Although Chailang is not a beast, it is very cautious and even a little cunning, and is not easy to hunt. It is difficult for monks in the stage of refining essence and turning into qi to catch it. Cultivators who practice qi to transform into gods look down on this beast, which makes more and more beasts.

Ruoshui walked over carefully. Although the valley was a little dark, it was not too far from the village. It was cleaned up by the middle-aged people in the village many times. The beasts had been driven away. The sound of firewood wolf smashing the trees scared away all the other creatures nearby.

Ruoshui put the dead wood wolf into the green leaves, and faintly heard a slight sound in the wood wolf nest. He tiptoed over, but saw a small wood wolf with two fists the size of a white and black fist in the messy weed nest of the wood wolf nest. His whole body was chubby, and his hair had not even grown. His eyes had not opened, and he was sleeping sweetly.

Ruoshui was a little happy, took out a piece of soft fur, wrapped the two little wolves, and prepared to take them home to raise them.

Two families in the village also caught such a young firewolf and went back. After raising it, the firewolf was very obedient and helped drive away the prey. They could also run around as mounts. It was very fun. Ruoshui had wanted to raise one, but the eldest and his brothers had never found a suitable one.

Ruoshui hugged two little wolves and ran to the village happily. As soon as he reached the ground, he saw a figure standing not far away. Ruoshui's hair stood up all over his body, holding his breath nervously, took out the axe behind him with one hand, stopped holding the two little wolves, and looked at the man intently alert.

This is a clean and clean boy with a white and rosy face and a warm smile. The smile is as pure as the sun, making people feel warm from the bottom of their hearts.

The boy was wearing smooth and beautiful clothes, his hair was neatly combed without a single one falling off. The green jade hairpin was polished very smoothly, making the hair look black and shiny.

"Who are you? Why are you here in our Hongye Village?"

Although Ruoshui felt that this young boy should not be a bad guy, he still did not give up his guard. He had given great instructions to be vigilant against all strangers.

The boy grinned, revealing a row of neat and white teeth, and said, "My name is Mingyue. Is this Hongye Village? I don't know, can I go to your village to play? What's your name?"

Ruoshui stared at Mingyue for several times, and relaxed his vigilance without realizing it. He felt that the boy looked familiar. He might have seen him somewhere before, but he thought he was not a bad guy, so he said, "My name is Ruoshui. As long as you don't make trouble, you can go to our village to play."

Mingyue nodded, with a smile in her eyes and said, "Okay, I'm not a mess, what are you holding?"

Ruoshui stretched out his left hand, revealing two sleeping little creatures, and smiled and said, "It's two little wolves. If I want to raise them, they can help me hunt."

Mingyue looked at the chubby Chailang and said disgusted: "This kind of Chailang doesn't have much meat and is not delicious either!"

Ruoshui glared at him and said, "The fire wolf I raises cannot be eaten."

Mingyue shrugged and muttered, "What's the point that can't be eaten? It's just not delicious!" She followed Ruoshui to Hongye Village.

The ground of the Great Banyan Territory is flat, with green grass, and tall fern vegetation fills the entire ground. Countless wide leaves cover the entire sky, but walking on the ground, it does not feel dark. The countless thin grasses on the ground emit bright light, making the ground no different from the sunlight.

Ruoshui put the axe back on his back, habitually pulled out the short knife, opened the way in front, walked through the jungle, and looked back at the boy named Mingyue from time to time. After a moment, he asked, "Do you live in the city? Have I seen you before?"

Mingyue nodded happily. Ruoshui's spiritual sense in this life is very sensitive. This is a manifestation of the perfection of spirituality. The cultivation in this life will inevitably make a breakthrough than in the previous life. He smiled and said, "I live in Diaoyu Islands. I have seen you a long time ago."

Ruoshui wrinkled her beautiful nose and couldn't remember when she had seen this bright moon. She asked: "Where is the Diaoyu Island?" This is also a familiar name, but she just can't remember it.

Mingyue said: "If you have higher cultivation, you should think of it."

Ruoshui saw the bright moon walking step by step in the tender grass, without breaking the grass and not bent the branches and leaves, and enviously said: "Your cultivation is really high. Have you reached the point of refining the gods and becoming weak?"

Ruoshui knew that if he had practiced until he had refining Qi and transforming into a god, he could fly with the help of talismans, but to truly fly by himself, he had to practice until he practiced the god and returned to his void.

Mingyue nodded and said, "Yes, you can practice to the point where you practice spiritual practice and return to the weak. It is not difficult to fly."

According to the old man's estimate, Ruoshui in this life will be able to cultivate to the Daluo realm, and at that time, his cultivation may exceed that of Mingyue.

However, Mingyue did not have the idea of ​​reincarnation and re-cultivation.

It is a forced one for younger brothers and sisters to reincarnate and practice. Mingyue must remember everything. When the younger brothers and sisters practice and achieve enlightenment, they will tell all these things. If even Mingyue himself reincarnates and practices, no one will record these matters, and younger brothers and sisters will forget many things, which Mingyue does not want to.

Moreover, the old man could not serve him without anyone. If it were the original Qingfeng, Liuyun and Ruoshui, the other ones were still the same, Mingyue was not at ease.

Although the Qingfeng is there, it has not reached Daluo. I don’t remember the service of the uncle. Whether it is Mingyue or Yuqin, it is impossible for me to bring the current Qingfeng back to Zhixuyuan, Diaoyu Island.

Like Qingfeng, Liuyun has been stagnant at the peak of Taiyi for millions of years. He has not made any breakthroughs, has not been reincarnated and re-cultivated. He is still constantly honing his spirit and may be preparing for the next life.

Everyone's most optimistic is Ruoshui.

Ruoshui looked longing, his eyes shining, and he said happily: "If I can fly, I will fly to the earthly realm in the sky and see what the scene is!"

The bright moon looked up from the middle of the leaves. In the sky of millions of miles, there was a boundary extending from a distance, and the biological landform was no different from under his feet.

However, Mingyue naturally would not sweep Ruoshui's interest and said with a smile: "Okay, it should be very good. However, if you want to fly there, you have to practice to the realm of refining the emptiness and refining the Tao, which may take thousands of years!"

Ruoshui said proudly: "I can do it, I told me that I can practice to the realm of the celestial fairy!"
Chapter completed!