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Chapter 732 Kunlun Taikoo 3
"Huh—" I don't know when there was an extra person next to me.

Xie Xiaoyu was awakened suddenly, he knew that prey had entered the net.

Turning his head to look, he saw that the person who came was of medium build, and he was not very conspicuous. He was wearing an ordinary tiger skin. He should be an elder, but this person was too inconspicuous. What impression did he make.

Xie Xiaoyu didn't give salutes. In the ancient times, the salutes had not yet been formed. Everyone went straight to each other without so many red tapes. Even if they faced their own parents, they would just nod at most.

"The way you &% are very special, @#￥" the man chattered.

Xie Xiaoyu's eyes were blank, he couldn't understand at all.

"You don't understand?" The man immediately noticed the abnormality, and his eyebrows frowned involuntarily.

The hair of the ancient people is very long, and the eyebrows are thick and thick, so when they frown, they feel a bit hideous.

Xie Xiaoyu made a defensive reaction subconsciously.

"You have been approved by the gods?" The man tilted his head and looked Xie Xiaoyu up and down.

Xie Xiaoyu understood this sentence, the gods this person was talking about were not the gods of Shinto, but those innate spirits.

Xiantian spirit monster is a Taoist way of saying. The ancient ancestors first called Xiantian spirit monster as a god, and witch originally meant kneeling and worshiping.

"No god." Xie Xiaoyu tried his best to choose the words he could speak. For him now, speaking was a very difficult thing.

"This is strange. You don't even know anything about Daowen. You didn't get the approval of the gods. How did you get this @#?"

The man was puzzled, he had been watching for a long time just now, Xie Xiaoyu's way of exercising qi was very complicated, he had never seen it or even heard of it.

"What kind of outsiders have you met?" He could only think this way. It wasn't approved by the gods, nor was it taught by an elder in the tribe, it could only be done by outsiders.

There are not many such things. All tribes attach great importance to inheritance and will not leak it easily, but it is not impossible. Die and cut off, so it is also possible to find someone to pass it on.

"Yes, that person's name is Hua." Xie Xiaoyu had already made up some rhetoric, and through a special secret method, the lie was deeply imprinted into the depths of his consciousness. Even if the other party could see through his mind, he would not feel that is fake.

"Hua?" The elder was thinking hard, he was recalling who had this name?
This kind of inheritance is quite peculiar, and it is impossible for him to be famous. It is a pity that even if he wants to break his head, he can't think of such a person. There are not many people named Hua, and there are also many powerful people, but they can be worthy , but none.

"Can you tell me what you know?" The elder asked directly, since the inheritance already belonged to them anyway.

"I can't read." Xie Xiaoyu pretended to be an idiot.

"You relax." The elder stretched out his finger and tapped Xie Xiaoyu's forehead lightly.

A lot of knowledge was directly poured into Xie Xiaoyu's mind, including various languages.

All of this was within Xie Xiaoyu's expectations, but he was still overjoyed. You must know that these things have been lost in ancient times, and even the most knowledgeable people in future generations will have limited knowledge about them. know how to read.

Knowing these words is not just a face. These words are related to the Dao and contain infinite mysteries. People in ancient times did not pay attention to them, so they were lost. Many things were lost before they realized what a pity.

Based on this harvest alone, he didn't come here in vain.

But Xie Xiaoyu was not satisfied, he pointed to his brain: "Injured."

"Are you injured?" The elder was quite puzzled. He put the hand he had just withdrawn and put it on again. It took only a moment, and he frowned again.

He noticed the divine thought that remained in Xie Xiaoyu's consciousness.Originally, I thought it could be erased easily, but I didn't expect that the moment I touched the divine sense, the divine sense seemed to come alive.

"Not good." The elder screamed and retracted his hand like lightning.

It's a pity that he was one step too late, just like Chen Yuanqi and Luo Yuantang, he was also hit by this divine sense.

What made him feel even more astonished was that this trace of divine sense could not be shaken off, and it would be fine if he did not exercise his kung fu to resist it. Once he practiced his kung fu, not only was this trace of divine sense not wiped out, but it became stronger and stronger.

The elder quickly sat down and fought against this trace of divine sense with all his strength.

As soon as he used all his strength, there were bursts of fluctuations in his body. It was the power of the Dao, and it was his perception of the Dao.This time the commotion became louder, and the surrounding figures shook in an instant, and all the elders rushed over.

"Huh—what a strong divine sense." Old Bai Mao opened his eyes wide and called out. His strength is not comparable to that elder.

He stretched out a hand and put it on the elder's back, and also released his divine sense, and probed towards the trace of divine sense.

That trace of divine sense also counterattacked just like before, but this time the situation was completely different, like an egg was smashed on a rock and smashed with a "pop".

"Weird, very weird. This spirit seems to have survived for a long time, at least two or three million years, but I don't know where it came from?" Old Baimao is really powerful. many things.

"Help me." Xie Xiaoyu immediately pointed to his head aside.

Old Bai Mao also reached out to put his hand on him, only to hear a soft "hum", the road fluctuated violently, Xie Xiaoyu felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, and his heart, liver and lungs trembled.

When the fluctuation disappeared, the trace of divine thought had disappeared without a trace.

"Okay." Xie Xiaoyu was overjoyed.

But the smile froze again immediately, and somehow the trace of divine thought that had been completely eliminated came back again, attached to his consciousness motionless.

"Hey - come back again, what's going on?" Old Bai Mao was dumbfounded, and he turned his head to look at the elder sitting on the ground.

"I'm fine." The elder shook his head.

On the mountainside, where the elders used to argue endlessly, Xie Xiaoyu sat cross-legged, and all the elders looked around.

"This kind of sitting is rather strange. It seems to be very useful for clarifying the state of mind, but it's a bit awkward." An elder imitated Xie Xiaoyu's way of sitting cross-legged.

"I've seen people from a tribe sitting like this. Could it be that the man named 'Hua' belongs to that tribe?" said an elder who was as skinny as a monkey next to him. He had obviously traveled all over the world and visited many places.

"These ways of moving qi are very special. They are better than ours, but they are a bit more complicated." Another elder is concerned about Xie Xiaoyu's exercises.

"It's indeed better, but it's not necessary. This benefit is not obvious." Someone on the side immediately put forward a contrary opinion.

In a blink of an eye, the elders started arguing again.

Xie Xiaoyu heard everything in his ears, and this result did not surprise him.

The spiritual energy in the later generations is thin, so everyone desperately improves the efficiency of spiritual energy absorption, and racks their brains to make a fuss about this aspect. In ancient times, the spiritual energy was abundant, and this benefit was not obvious.

"Don't quarrel." The middle-aged man who had argued with Old Bai Mao shouted.

Everyone immediately shut their mouths.

The middle-aged man frowned, and put his hand on Xie Xiaoyu's forehead. Like the old white hair, he exuded waves of Dao in every gesture, but to a lesser extent.

Just like Old Baimao, the middle-aged man wiped away the trace of divine sense casually, but in the blink of an eye, the divine sense reappeared, and it was still the same as before, without any sign of weakening.

"It's very troublesome, I don't know why? After this divine sense is erased, it will reappear." The middle-aged man scratched his head vigorously. For the first time in his life, he had doubts about his own strength.

"This spiritual thought was left by millions of years ago, maybe it was left by a certain god." Old Baimao reminded from the side, which was also comforting.

The complexion of the middle-aged man finally got better. If it was really the power of God, it would make sense.

"Why does God leave behind a divine sense? Is it necessary to embarrass a little guy?" The elder who first noticed Xie Xiaoyu was full of doubts.

"Only God knows." The middle-aged man shrugged, turned his head and glanced at Xie Xiaoyu, patted Xie Xiaoyu on the shoulder and asked: "Boy, do you still remember how you got hurt?" ?”

Xie Xiaoyu nodded, recalling, he said: "I saw someone fighting, it was a person and many red shadows, fighting and fighting, the red shadows exploded, that person turned around and fled, as if I saw something terrible, but I didn’t run far, then he fell down inexplicably, and then a lot of things I never knew appeared in my mind, and I also knew that the person was Hua. When I got down, I felt a pain in my head and passed out."

Xie Xiaoyu pretended to be a little silly, and her words were vague and her words were not expressive.Fortunately, the people next to him can understand.

"It seems to be the case." The middle-aged man saw those memories of Xie Xiaoyu, he didn't know that these memories were all taken out of context, they were put together, and Xie Xiaoyu deliberately erased the background, so he completely believed up.

Not only him, but also Old Baimao and other elders believed it.

The ancestors of the ancient times were simple in temperament. When it comes to seductiveness, they are far from being the opponents of the people of later generations. What's more, Xie Xiaoyu is so good at deceiving people that he can be successful in later generations. Dealing with these ancient ancestors in front of him is simply a piece of cake dish.

"What are these red shadows?" Old Baimao focused on this.

"It should be some kind of spiritual body. It seems to have traces of blood. Unfortunately, I didn't see it with my own eyes." The middle-aged man didn't care much about this trace of spirituality. The image in Xie Xiaoyu's memory just now was Luo Yuantang and the blood The scene of the shadow fight, but he deliberately made it very vague. Luo Yuantang's strength is considered good in later generations, but in the ancient times, he was not even qualified to mention it.

"Can I be cured?" Xie Xiaoyu asked softly. He had seen the quarrels of these people, and knew that if he didn't bring the topic back, these people would definitely go further and further away.

The middle-aged man continued to scratch his head, and the old Baimao still frowned. In terms of strength, both of these two people are already compatible with the Tao, and they are no less inferior than that great master of the demon world, so both of them can easily erase the trace of divine thoughts.But when it comes to solving problems, they are far behind.

In the ancient times, the Dao appeared, and the strengths of various races were powerful and powerful, but they had just started in terms of theory, and their progress was slow.On the contrary, it is the end of the ancient times, the avenue disappears, the aura is getting thinner, and the resources are getting less and less. The monks can only rack their brains to find various ways to improve efficiency. Various theories have emerged, and various secret methods have emerged one after another.
After thinking for a long time, these people still didn't find a clue, the middle-aged man slapped his thigh suddenly: "It's not much time to leave the full moon meeting, why don't you take this kid with you, maybe someone can figure out a way .”

"There is also that man named Hua, and there must be someone from his tribe present. Anyway, we must at least pass the news of his death back." Old Baimao said on the side, although not as particular as later generations, the people of the ancient times are not as particular about the dead. Also quite concerned.But he didn't mention the inheritance, it's impossible to spit out what he got.

"Do you remember where the accident happened?" The middle-aged man is not interested in trivial matters, but he wants to see those blood shadows.

Xie Xiaoyu shook her head blankly: "I have never left the tribe, at most I went hunting on the other side of the mountain. I was taking a nap that day, and suddenly I became dizzy, as if someone grabbed me and turned around, making me dizzy Up, when I woke up, I was already in another place, and then I saw someone fighting, and I have already said what happened after that."

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, all looked at each other in blank dismay, a big living person disappeared under their noses, and then came back without anyone noticing, they didn't notice at all, this is really shameful.

"This could only be an accidental teleportation, but I just don't understand, why did you send him there?" An elder said to himself, obviously he didn't realize that Xie Xiaoyu was lying.

The same is true for other people. It is not yet the last catastrophe of the ancient times. The human race and the demon race have never committed any crimes. Even if there are occasional disputes, they are only small-scale conflicts. Doubt yourself for no reason.

"Is it possible that something is playing a prank?" Another elder thought of an explanation.

The little things he said refer to the monster race, especially those low-level monster races, such as the rabbit race, rat race, fox race, etc. These low-level monster races are not vicious and get along well with the human race. Be naughty, do some pranks or something.

"It's possible, maybe who did this kid offend when he was hunting?" The middle-aged man patted Xie Xiaoyu's shoulder again.

"Forget it, don't think about it too much, we'll talk about it when the moon is full." Old Baimao said last.

(End of this chapter)