My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 208 The Monster Clan Layout Wants to Cause Trouble?
The river of anti-wind in the prehistoric south.

This is a plain covered with swamps. Because the trees are tall and gathered like a wall, they can resist the turbulent wind, so they are called the windbreak forest.
The earliest human tribes who migrated here also took Fangfeng as their surname.

After hundreds of generations of diversion and multiplication of the human tribes here, the Fangfeng clan has become the common ancestral family of the human tribes here.

Since the earth-shattering changes 40 years ago.

The river of Fangfeng is littered with corpses, and the corpses of humans, monsters, beasts, insects and snakes are piled up like a mountain.

Afterwards, the prehistoric sky became chaotic. It was still hot summer during the day, and heavy snow and hail fell at night. Such a violent alternation of cold and heat caused the corpse to corrode at an astonishingly fast rate.

Coupled with the continuous torrential rain and strong winds, the miasma of corpse evil grew in all directions, almost covering most of the land.

At this point, the human race has entered a 40-year dark age.

"Whoo~"

Han Shou stepped on the auspicious clouds and stood high above the sky.

With a sullen face, he looked down at the earth.

On the swampy and densely forested plains, only a few human races are still hunting and gathering.

These unkempt human races, who cover their bodies with animal skins and grass leaves, are like frightened birds and leave far away when they encounter thick or light colored miasma.

The colored miasma is obviously the miasma of corpses, even if a low-level monster gets in it, it won't take long for it to die.

The human race... will only die faster.

Abandoned tribes are everywhere.

Within a radius of three hundred miles, there was only one human tribe and dozens of living people left.

Moreover, the living human race hardly sees the old and the weak, only the young and strong.

There are more than 70 human races, of which there are only more than 20 young and strong women, and the rest are all men.

The faces of all the living people were numb, as lifeless as a walking corpse.

The spirit of the human race...has been suppressed to the bottom.

Han Shou frowned deeply. It has been three days since he entered the prehistoric world from the Underworld.

In three days, he traveled hundreds of millions of miles. On the vast wild land, the number of human races became extremely rare.

It is no exaggeration to say that the bones are exposed in the wild.

Suddenly, Han Shou's pupils shrank, and his eyes fell on a young man holding a baby outside a dilapidated earthen house in the tribe.

The young man rushed to a stream more than ten meters wide with the baby in his arms, his face full of pain and reluctance, his arms trembling slightly, and he was about to sink the baby into the stream.

"Shu~"

Han Shou's figure flickered and landed tens of meters away from the young man.

The emperor's robe on his body turned into linen sandals in a flash, and the skin on his cheeks became a lot rougher, like a young and strong hunting team that is common in the human race.

"stop!"

The young man was startled, and looked back at Han Shou vigilantly while holding the baby.

"Who is it?" The young man tensed up.

"Tattoo~"

Han Shou strode closer.

"Stop!"

"Who are you?"

Han Shou sullenly asked, "Why did you abandon the child?"

"The population of the human race has become so thin. Since a child is born, it should be raised, but you want to drown it. How vicious is your heart?"

"Could it be that this son has a blood feud with you?"

"Otherwise, how can we do this to a baby who has not yet reached the age of three dynasties?"

The young man who was still vigilant suddenly collapsed when he heard the words, weeping and shouting: "If she doesn't drown, she will become the demon lord's lunch."

"Drowning, at least the whole body can be left."

"When I become a demon master, there will be no bones left. What can I do?"

"It's only because she was born human!"

"If she was born as a demon, she wouldn't be the food of the demon master's mouth since she was born."

"Oh!"

The young man's cheeks twisted, and he punched a rock in pain, the gravel flew around, and his fist was bruised.

Han Shou's pupils shrank slightly.

It wasn't until then that he noticed that the young man's physique was more than twice as weak as that of the prehistoric human race tens of hundreds of years ago.

The divine sense swept over the remaining seventy or so people in the tribe.

Han Shou was terrified.

The physical fitness of all races has declined to varying degrees, and the strength of their true souls has barely reached the night travel state.

After the spiritual sense was fully released, and the physical body transformed into the semi-innate demon god Tai Shi Bu Leu Xuanhuang body, the strength of the spiritual sense was strengthened again by more than three times, reaching a coverage of a million miles in an instant.

"Whoo~"

within a million miles.

Among the millions of human races, except for those who are over forty years old, the physique and true soul of the other human races have declined extremely significantly.

degenerate!
The new generation of humans is degenerating!
Han Shou's thoughts turned, and he immediately penetrated to the root of it.

In the torrent of reports from various divisions of the underworld in Yinzhong, Emperor Fengdu, the answer was clearly given, and the source was the miasma of corpses!
As long as the person dies due to the miasma of corpse evil, the strength of the true soul will plummet to a large level, from the initial day travel state to night travel state.

The strength of the true soul dropped sharply, which also led to the decline of the innate physique after reincarnation.

As a result, the physique of the new generation of the human race plummeted.

The glance of the divine sense is only a momentary effort.

Han Shou snorted softly, and said in a deep voice, "Become the food of the demon master's mouth? Where do you start with this?"

"The demon clan has long been defeated, and now they can only linger on their last breath. There is only a monster hiding in a deep mountain hundreds of miles away. Could it be that it forces you to offer babies as rations?"

Under the glance of the divine sense, almost everything within a million miles is reflected in the consciousness.

Hundreds of miles away, there is only a mere embarrassing monster that is not even a fairyland, so it can't be hidden from him.

Within a thousand li radius, there are only two little monsters. Considering the distance, it couldn't be another little monster running around eight hundred miles away to commit the crime, right?

The young man stared at Han Shou: "You... are you not a human race?"

"Ok?"

"My Baixi tribe is the only human tribe within a hundred miles, and the human tribe a hundred miles away will definitely not come here alone."

"You also know about King Fengyi. Apart from our Baixi tribe, how can other tribes know about the news about King Feng?"

Speaking of this, the young man suddenly trembled violently, his face showing ecstasy.

Kneeling on the ground holding the baby girl "Boom", kowtowing to Han Shou repeatedly: "You must be a fairy!"

"Only the immortals passed down from ancient times can know the past and the future with a single thought!"

"I beg the immortals to show mercy and save the Baixi tribe."

"Boy Panjing, I've given the immortal a head!"

"bang bang bang~"

The young man knelt on the ground excitedly, making continuous muffled sounds as his forehead hit the hard ground.

"Get up and talk!"

"I'm not a fairy, but a human race!" Han Shou thought for a moment, and decided to integrate into the human race first, and resolve this matter as a human race.

"No...not a fairy?" Pan Jing froze.

"How... how come?"

Han Shou strode forward, helped Pan Jing up, and took the sleeping baby girl in his arms.

The baby girl was wrinkled and obviously newborn.

"Let's go, let's go and have a look in the tribe!"

The hope in Pan Jing's eyes quickly dimmed again.

Laughing miserably, he suddenly stepped forward to take the baby girl back, but missed by a hair.

"Give her back to me, give her back to me!"

"Since I'm not a fairy, if my child doesn't die, he will become the food of the king of embarrassment tomorrow!"

"Instead of being rations, it's better to leave a whole corpse!"

"Pan Jing, clarify the entanglement, I...maybe I can help you!"

Pan Jing smiled bitterly: "Help me?"

"This matter has long been beyond human ability!"

"Seven members of my tribe in Baixi are infected with poisonous miasma. If you don't ask the king to get rid of the poison, the seven members of the tribe will not survive for three days."

Han Shou was startled: "Please?"

"Didn't the monster force you to offer babies as rations?"

Pan Jing shook his head dejectedly, and nodded again.

Han Shou:? ? ?
Gritting his teeth, Pan Jing pointed at a group of pale colored miasma covering several miles away hundreds of meters away: "This miasma is the culprit."

"There are dozens of people in the tribe, and they eat what they need every day, and all they get from hunting animals and picking wild fruits."

"It's just that there are few animals and animals nearby, so we have to go deep into the swamps and forests. The poisonous miasma can be bypassed if it is visible, but many poisonous miasmas are invisible and intangible, and they can't be detected until the miasma poison in the body breaks out. But by then, it will be too late!"

"Once the body is infected with poisonous miasma, only the demon lord Lian Wang can cure it with magic."

"More than ten years ago, King Huan had a dream about the patriarch, saying that he only needs to offer newborn babies of the tribe to it. In the future, anyone in the Baixi tribe who is infected with poisonous miasma can go to Fengfeng Mountain to ask King Huan to detoxify it."

"For more than ten years, hundreds of people in the tribe have been infected with poisonous miasma, and all of them have been cured by it."

"It's just... In the past ten years, all the babies in the tribe have entered its mouth. The Baixi tribe has grown from more than [-] people to only [-] people now."

"Only see the death but not the new life!"

Pan Jing was filled with grief and indignation, and looked at the sleeping baby girl in Han Shou's arms in pain.

Han Shou was stunned.

The first reaction in my mind was that Yaozu still dare to make trouble?
Which demon clan power is planning to plot against the human race, and wants to drag the human race into chronic extinction?
A cold light flashed in his pupils.

"Let's go, let's go to the tribe to have a look!"

After all, he strode towards the tribal settlements with the baby girl in his arms.

(End of this chapter)