Chapter 496: Memoirs of the ancient human race!

Seize the Taoism!
Great Avenue!
He was slightly startled in silence, this sutra was very domineering when he heard the name, and he couldn't help but fall into contemplation. Isn't this a fool to lie to him?
"Don't think too much, a strong person should have the self-confidence of a strong person. If you are afraid of the head and tail, what a good guy?" After all, Long Ying has experienced countless years, his vision and mind are only higher than silence, and he can see through his thoughts at a glance. , Sneered proudly.
This feeling of "speaking" made it gradually enter the state.
The silence did not suppress it this time, and he saluted again: "Dare to ask senior to teach me!"
"Heaven and earth have roots, great avenues have spirits, those who save the heavens and the earth, dominate the sky and seize the spirit..."
Long Ying verbally said that the first word of the scriptures of seizing the road, there is a flower of thunder born, but it is not a golden thunder, but a crimson like blood, if it is not born of heaven and earth, majestic and arrogant, but contains countless times The sorrow and anger of countless creatures since then!
The silence was surrounded by scriptures, and visions appeared in the eyes, as if returning to ancient times, witnessing a period of magnificent years of tens of thousands of people. At that time, the sky was high by a hundred meters and the land was vast for hundreds of thousands of miles. There were countless mysterious creatures living in the sky and underground, Another breath that made the silence tremble continued one after another.
Suddenly, the earth splits, the sky collapses, countless unspeakable catastrophes appear all over the continent, thousands of ways are messy, countless races are instantly annihilated, even the quasi-emperor is just as small as an ant under this kind of catastrophe. .
Only with the existence of the supreme level can they have a trace of self-protection, but they can't save themselves if they can save their people. The anger and fear that watched their people die under the catastrophe collapsed their way. Heart, make them furious!
The silence seemed to be affected, because he saw a human race, dressed in the simplest coarse linen, hiding in the gap between two mountains, kneeling on the ground tremblingly, praying for the gods in the sky to spare them .
But their fantasies were vain after all. A mountain suddenly collapsed, countless rolling stones fell towards them, and some people of the tribe were smashed into flesh on the spot!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The strong young men roared, they could not tolerate the death of their own people, and they even jointly performed a magical technique to protect everyone in the middle.
But how can human power resist the sky? In the ancient times, the human race was the weakest race group. It had no divine arts of its own, and only learned other races, but how could the divine arts of foreign races be suitable for humans?
They only learned the fur. After blocking ten breaths, the guardian light was smashed. Hundreds of young people were backlashed and died together.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
An angry voice sounded, and a middle-aged man walked out from the center of the group. He was dressed in a tiger skin shirt. This was a symbol of strength and represented that he had killed a tiger king.
It can be seen that he was injured earlier, and his tiger-skin shirt was full of blood, so he didn't get out the first time.
But now, after all the young people in the clan who know magic arts have died, if he doesn't come out, his clan will really be destroyed!
The strength of this middle-aged man is really strong, enough to compare to the current rule-level powerhouse, after a punch, like a roar of an angry tiger, it directly smashed the hill to pieces!
This kind of strength is definitely a strong generation among the ancient humans!
But no matter how strong he is, his blood will have an end. When the mountainside also collapsed, he could no longer scream. He could only hold the largest stone and use the power of self-detonation to buy the last time for the tribe.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Maybe that middle-aged person is from their tribe? After seeing his death, the humans who were about to escape here shouted desperately, but they did not retreat. Some old people looked at each other and laughed horribly.
They knew that they didn't have much time, so they didn't leave. Looking back, they walked to the back of the team boldly, blooming their only vitality and supporting the last barrier for the people.
Bang!
A gravel fell and hit the blood-gas barrier, immediately splashed with countless waves, and immediately killed seven or eight old people.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After all, those old people are old and lacking in blood. Perhaps they were also a generation of strong when they were young, but now they have little strength. Under countless rubble, they finally came to an end and used their lives to continue a journey for their people.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The strong man died, the young man died, the old man died, and now there are only a few women and children left in this group.
Those women seem to have sensed their fate, but they are still walking hard, because it doesn't matter if they die. The important thing is to send the children out, and the tribal heritage can't be lost!
Bang!
A piece of rubble fell and hit a woman at the back of the team, but did not smash her waist, because she still had a child in her arms.
"My son, mother, I'm sorry for you..." the woman wailed. She did not cry when her patriarch died, and she did not cry when her man died.
But she is crying now, but she is not crying for herself, but she is leaving her child, and she will never see each other again!
This is just a microcosm of this tribe. The tribes behind are basically experiencing such things. Other tribesmen are shouting, but they didn't look back. They just took the children of the dead and continued on their way.
It's not that they were ruthless, but that they were born in ancient times. They can only do this. If they act in a hurry, their ethnic group will really die!
"Mother..." Some half-old teenagers were already holding one in their hands, and a child behind their backs was roaring forward, but some two or three-year-old children were still in a state of ignorance, crying in mourning.
When they were tired from crying, the last gleam of innocence in their eyes disappeared, and then they were silent, and when they woke up, they seemed to have forgotten everything and yelled with the people unconsciously.
This is a compulsory course for the survival of his ancient human race. They do not have the powerful magic skills of other races, so they can only vent their hatred in this way.
But catharsis does not mean that they have forgotten it. It just hides the death of the people in the deepest part of their hearts. One day that strand of hatred will become a seed, which will support them to continue their journey through the rough antiquity.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Silent eyes were red, and he was also roaring in anger. He saw the death of the young men, the death of the patriarch, the death of the old men, the death of the women, and the transformation of the child.
A certain door in his heart seemed to be blasted open, and an extreme anger filled his chest. He couldn't wait to return to the ancient times and fight side by side with the patriarch, telling the ruthless heaven about the unyielding backbone of the other race!