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Chapter 23 Autumn Hunting (Thank you for your support!)

Feng Ming looked at his master, and had an illusion of "as if in another world".

I've only been in retreat for a month, so nothing major happened, right?
Feng Ming subconsciously glanced at his junior sister.

Ok?Junior sister, why are you looking at the teacher with a look of astonishment?

Fengming: ...that's too much, junior sister, it's only natural for me to retreat for a month without knowing it, what are you doing this month?
It is the so-called master-student connection.

Feng Ming had just finished complaining in his heart, when Master Wan Mu moved his hand and conjured up a whisk, he looked at Ling Qiu's little head and hit it right away.

While he was doing it, he was also cursing: "What are you doing for a teacher, you didn't retreat!"

"Ah, master, don't hit, don't hit, the Lun family's hair is messed up..."

……

After the master punished the junior sister, he finally started to talk about what happened during these times.

On the face of Master Wanmu, there were rare strong emotional ups and downs, and his eyes became serious and solemn.

"This incident happened on the sixth day after your retreat!"

Ning An, a disciple of the Labor Hall, disappeared while inspecting the outside of Zongmen Mountain...

Ning An is a new disciple of the Labor Hall.

Practice diligently and conscientiously, and do things carefully.

He has just passed the second level of cultivation and is ready to attack the third level.

The original him, the future can be expected.

However, Ning An died suddenly.

He died within the boundaries of the Changchun faction's daily patrol.

When he was found, his body was mutilated, it was too horrible to look at!
……

Master Wan Mu continued: "Your Junior Brother An Ning is a hero."

"He gave up a glimmer of hope, and at the cost of his own life, recorded the entire process of this matter on the record jade talisman, so that we can know that a terrible crisis is coming."

This is not an accidental attack by wild beasts or unruly monsters breaking into the territory of the Changchun faction.

Rather, the beginning of autumn hunting!
At this time, Lingqiu was no longer playing around, she was just like the elder brother, with a straight body, listening to this matter with the most solemn attitude.

"Master, what does Qiushou... mean?"

Fengming said: "Let me tell you."

"Actually, before you started, the last autumn hunt had just ended not long ago."

"The so-called Qiushou is a disaster and catastrophe for our human race, and it is also a carnival for some monster races."

……

Today's prehistoric sky is also divided into four seasons.

After autumn comes cruel winter.

The cold winter in the prehistoric world is not as gentle as the world before Feng Ming!
There is a cold wave in the world, and everything is withered!
Since the development of human civilization, there are already caves and even houses to live in, and they have also learned to farm and keep animals in captivity.

There is also a Zongmen array defense to protect the safety of the clansmen.

However, some monster races will not.

Before winter comes, these Yaozu have to prepare and hoard food.

And their food is all creatures that can be eaten by them, including, among them, the human race!

"But today, for us, the autumn hunting of the monster race is hunting the human race."

Junior Sister Lingqiu's beautiful fair face was stained with a layer of blood.

In her mind, she couldn't help but see Senior Brother An Ning's painful death, and after a while, a large number of human races were brutally slaughtered during the autumn hunting, and they continued to cry.

Anger is burning!
Feng Ming continued: "Although it is said that the prehistoric world is boundless and the strong are respected, those monster races launched the autumn hunting, but it is for survival. This is one of the laws of heaven, the embodiment of the survival of the fittest."

"But, we are humans!"

His tone was sonorous and extremely firm!
"Born as a human, I should protect the human race and defend the human race."

"If all things compete with each other, some races will perish, and some races will rise."

"Then, why can't it be our race that rises?"

At this time, Feng Ming was extremely serious, not as easy-going as before.

His tone gradually increased, and he solemnly warned Ling Qiu:

"Junior Sister, you have to remember that the reason we can live and practice so peacefully in the Changchun School today is not because of the kindness and generosity of those monster races, but because of the patriarch Changchun Daoist, who is suppressed by the magic power of the real immortal, but because of the human immortal master. Uncles worked hard to defend it in exchange for it."

"There is no possibility of any compromise between life and death!"

Ling Qiu was startled by the attitude of the senior brother, and said: "Yes, senior brother, I understand!"

Master Wanmu looked at his apprentice, and a dazed look flashed in his eyes.

He seemed to be recalling the past, and seemed to be thinking about something.

……

The real Wanmu who came back to his senses continued to tell:
"The master of the Labor Hall, one of the 12 Immortals, Daoist Wan Wan, is furious."

"Even, this matter directly alarmed the founding patriarch Master Changchun!"

"An Ning is a disciple of my Changchun Sect, so naturally I can't die in vain. Now is not the time for our human race to be slaughtered by those monster races!"

When the topic comes to this point, it seems heavy.

The human race did indeed have a very dark time.

For the great powers of Honghuang, this period of history may be just a brief part of the calamity.

However, how many human races cannot forget that period of history.

But Fengming didn't ask, and Master Wanmu didn't elaborate.

He went on to tell what happened next.

……

Later, Wan Zhenren took action in person.

A fairy sword, a thunder!
Cut off a seventh-rank demon fairy!
Hundreds of giant beasts under the demon fairy!

"An Ning's revenge is avenged."

"But this is not the end, but the beginning!"

……

Feng Ming nodded, and said: "Since there has already been a decline at the level of demons and immortals, it is of course impossible for things to calm down like this."

"Master, what happened then?"

The master shook his head and said: "The dead demon fairy also had a backer, and he was a powerful mysterious fairy."

Feng Ming couldn't help trembling slightly: "Xuan Xian!"

Mysterious Immortals are existences above True Immortals. Although they have not entered immortality, their immortal powers are transformed and derived. They are extremely mysterious and unfathomably powerful!

If Xuanxian directly suppressed the situation, for the Changchun faction, it would be a violent storm.

Feng Ming asked again: "Master, our Changchun sect relies on Renjiao, isn't the other party willing to let it go?"

Reverend Wanmu smiled wryly, and said, "Hehe, if we hadn't been inherited from the Human Sect, the other party would have called us long ago."

"However, my Changchun Sect is only a branch of the Human Sect after all, and Changchun Daoist is not a true disciple of Master Xuandu, and the other party is indeed unwilling to let it go."

Fengming suddenly thought of what the senior fraudster said to him:
"The Patriarch is only a disciple of the Human Sect, so the backing is not strong enough."

Master Wanmu saw his disciple's bad face, so he comforted him: "However, you don't have to worry too much, the other party has concerns after all."

"Furthermore, although my Changchun Patriarch is only the eighth-rank true immortal, if there is a real fight to the death, the opponent may not be able to benefit!"

Fengming nodded again in approval.

He knew what Master Wan Mu said, but what he said was true.

In the prehistoric world, although the realm of mana is important, a powerful spirit treasure is even more important!
Let's just talk about the Battle of the Conferred Gods. If you analyze it carefully, it can even be said to be a battle of treasures.

Although Patriarch Changchun is not the true biography of Master Xuandu, at least he is also a disciple of his sect, and his family background is not too shallow.

Master Wanmu finally said:
"In the end, after going through a lot of dealings, a lot of gambling was born."

"Between my Changchun faction and the Yaozu monster clan, Qiushou!"

(End of this chapter)