Fantasy Prehistoric Supreme Through The Sky

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Wasteland, Stone Village.

At the entrance of Shicun, there is a huge lightning-struck wood, which is extremely black, but there is a green wicker growing on it. At this moment, it is shining with the light of morning dew under the sunrise.

When Tongtian came here with a small stone, the wicker that had been immersed in the morning glow suddenly swayed and swayed from side to side, appearing unusually uneasy.

The mountain people who were practicing in the morning in front of the village immediately surrounded the sky and the small stones when they saw this scene.

One of the middle-aged men stared at Heavenly Dao, “Your Excellency came to my stone village, what’s the point?”

Although the people in Life here are all native mountain people, they pay much attention to etiquette. Even if Tongtian and Little Stone are strangers in their eyes, they disturbed the owner’s spirit, but these mountain people did not There are no irregularities.

Seeing Master staring at the wicker, and seeing so many people around him, Xiao Shirui immediately pulled the sleeves of the sky, “Master…”

“What a tenacious vitality.”

But at this moment, Tongtian suddenly shouted, his face full of praise.

Everyone in Shicun didn’t understand, so they still stared at the sky in a daze.

The middle-aged man even bowed his cupped hands and said, “This is my stone village offering to the spirits. I have been waiting for hundreds of years to protect me.”

Hearing the words, Tongtian nodded slightly, and turned his eyes to the people and said, “It is a great blessing to have this tree to protect you.”

Little Stone didn’t understand the meaning of Tongtian words, and immediately pointed to the wicker after hearing the words, “Master, is this wicker very powerful?”

As soon as his words fell, everyone in Shicun immediately turned their eyes to Little Stone, as if they were reproaching Little Stone for making a mistake.

But Xiao Shi was only four years old, and everyone just looked at it, but didn’t say anything.

On the contrary, the middle-aged man patiently explained to Little Stone, “Master Ling has guarded my stone village for hundreds of years. During these hundreds of years, the stone village has been safe and peaceful for generations. I waited in front of Master Spirit. Speak like this.”

Little Stone heard the words, “Oh”, “Then why can’t he speak?”

“Because he is too weak at this time to transform himself.”

At this time, Tongtian turned his gaze to the wicker again, “It is rare to be able to leave a trace of the original aura in a thousand calamities, so tenacious and good for life.”

It’s better than anything to get a compliment from the sky.

Tongtian’s vision is surprisingly high. Even the five great powers never let Tongtian take another look. At this time, he praised the tenacious vitality of this wicker, which shows that this wicker must be extraordinary.

At a glance, Tongtian could see through the origin of this wicker. It was the last trace of anger that survived thousands of calamities, and it was his only capital to survive to the present.

To keep a trace of anger amidst that level of disaster, the strength of this wicker should not be underestimated.

Thinking of this, Tongtian raised his hand to inject an own source of energy into it, which is exactly the rule of the avenue that gave birth to all things.

I saw the golden light enter the body, and the lightning struck the wood in a flash of crystal clear light, as if something caused a violent reaction in his body.

The next moment, the green wicker suddenly tightened and lifted it straight to the sky. A majestic anger erupted from it, which could be felt from thousands of miles away.

Everyone in Shicun was shocked when he saw this. The middle-aged man was not sure, so he thought that Tongtian was doing something to the spirit sacrifice, and immediately asked, “What are you going to do?!”

However, Tongtian did not answer, only staring at the wicker.