New White Snake Asking Immortals

"The New White Snake Asks the Immortal ()"

The distant ancient times.

The Dragon Court, which dominates the prehistoric world, is precarious. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the last dynasty is full of wars and slaughters. The world is full of bloody catastrophes. The half-dragon family is destined to be tied to the Dragon Court due to their appearance and origin.

The building is about to collapse, and the documents for recruiting soldiers continue year after year.

The catastrophe engulfs the body, and the killing is endless. Either you die or I die.

The number of half-dragon people has dropped precipitously...

In the last years of the Dragon Court, the ancient Kunlun Shrine fell into war, the dragon clan retreated, and the half-dragon clan migrated in a hurry. Many small tribes were unable to keep up in the chaos.

The small world of Shengping in the ancient times.

The rainy season is hot and humid. Months of continuous rainfall have filled the world with mist, exposing mountains like islands in the sea of ​​mist.

Beast roars one after another.

On a cloudy and rainy day, the blank fog on the forest sea undulates, and suddenly, the turbulent airflow rolls up water vapor.

The giant beast with a wingspan of more than ten feet glides with the help of lift...

The long jaws are full of dense fangs, showing the ferocity of carnivores, and the forelimbs have evolved wing membranes, which are large and colorful.

The thick hind limbs and sharp claws are good at hunting, and the long tail is used to maintain flight balance. It belongs to an ancient species mixed with weak dragon blood. When it flaps its wings in the rain, the rainwater slides back along the strong, rough and thick skin.

Skimming past tall, lightning-shimmering black clouds.

Although the speed of flapping the wings of the membrane is very slow, it can roll up strong winds and provide lift.

Fly over the forest sea to find hunting targets.

Occasionally there are gaps in the vast sea of ​​fog, and the green leaves of trees can be seen.

Somewhere under a broadleaf tree on a hilltop.

A dozen humans with leather aprons and wooden spears kept quiet.

At this time, the human race was still in the tribal period. They lived in thatched huts and caves by hunting and hunting. They could only use simple language, and their weapons were mainly wooden spears and hammers. They struggled to survive in this perilous world.

Although primitive, the human race at this time has a strong physique and a tyrannical body.

Wheat-colored skin tanned by the sun, strong muscles full of explosive power, wild black hair, resolute cheeks and sharp eyes like a beast.

Of course, there are no useless tattoos adorning the face.

The strongest man in the head wore some kind of animal bone on his head, and raised his hand to signal the people behind him to keep quiet.

Looking up, you can see the raindrops falling.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, a huge black shadow slid across the head without a sound, and even the rain stopped for a moment.

The pterosaur flew away.

A dozen primitive men breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though we know that such giants will not eat themselves, the oppression brought by the top predators is unbearable. What if one day the giants suddenly want to taste human flesh, is it possible to use wooden spears to fight against sharp teeth and claws? .

The predators are gone, and the Terran hunts for food next.

With a strong body and no fear of rain, he runs quickly through the forest, following the footprints and scents, and the leader is always at the forefront.

Soon, they surrounded a hammerhead beast with bluish skin that resembled a rhinoceros with a bone armor on its back.

The leader bared his teeth and roared, raising his wooden spear as he ran forward!

The wild and tyrannical body exerts strength in the rain.

Throw the sharpened wooden spear forcefully with the best posture. If the time is slowed down, you can see the wooden spear smash the raindrops through the rain curtain, and go straight to the weak point on the side of the Hammerhead's head!

The picture slowed down, the hammer-headed beast with eyes wide open angrily shook its head, and knocked into the side of the primitive man wielding a bone club...

The huge force made the primitive man's expression painful, and his body bowed backward like a shrimp.

And the wooden spear thrown at the right time slowly approached the neck, the tip of the spear was slightly blunted, and then penetrated the soft flesh of the neck, deeply piercing into the hammerhead beast's vitals!

The scenes seemed to freeze.

blood spatter.

The hammerhead raised its forelegs and let out a strange cry.

More wooden spears took the opportunity to drive into its belly.

The wild humans screamed in the rain, the leader rushed, and stepped on the dead leaves to bring up the rain in slow motion.

The rough hands hold the rough wooden spear tightly, and the legs and waist exert strength.

He stabbed the spear deeper, and the warm blood sprayed onto his face and chest, and was washed away by the rain.

The Hammerhead groaned and fell, splashing foul-smelling muddy water.

The joy of successful hunting made these humans happy, and they looked at the leader with admiration. Successful hunting gave the tribe food and could feed more children. Even if they couldn't cheer, they couldn't stop the joy in their hearts. At this moment, a vision appeared in the sky... …

A dazzling light flashed across the misty sky, and there was a loud boom!

All the primitive people raised their heads, and the huge fire that swept across the sky was reflected in their pupils!

What they didn't know was that it was a large wooden boat with rough shape.

The shape and decoration have a strong antiquity atmosphere. The original and ancient wooden boat is in chaos, the light is shining, the weapons are hitting, and the half-dragon man with two short horns on the head is fighting with the monster. The blood is seen on both sides of the big ship. Figures keep falling!

Without cumbersome clothing, the armor can't cover the muscles of the half-dragon.

His eyes were scarlet with blood!

The out-of-control huge wooden boat entered the small world of Shengping and began to fall, crooked. The residual power pushed the wooden boat across the forest sea, and flew straight into the storm with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and plunged into the black clouds.

On the sloping deck, a strong half-dragon kicked the demon's chest!

There was a crackling sound of bones breaking, and the demon's chest collapsed, spitting out blood clots in his internal organs, and fell into the dark deep sea...

The storm easily broke the mast of the canoe, and the direction of flight was out of control.

Fighting desperately finally killed the monster attached to the boat. The small tribe of half-dragon people on the escaped boat suffered heavy losses. At this time, they could only hold on to the cables or the hull to avoid being swept out by the storm.

The power rune flickered a few times and lost its luster.

The big ship in the storm fell into the violent waves, and the waves were full of crises...

...

In front of the Shimen World Passage.

Bai Yujun looked at the three half-dragon women who degenerated and grew webs and remained silent. As a dragon, she felt guilty. The vassal race that relied on the dragon ended up in this way. From a high civilization to a beast-like savage, she really complied with that sentence There are no eggs under the overturned nest.

Long Zhao tried to communicate with three of his kind, using several ancient languages, but finally shook his head helplessly.

"It's been too long, and their inheritance has forgotten the language that is useless for survival."

"Do you have any spells that can activate inherited memory?"

Bai Yujun always felt that she should make up for it.

Hearing this, Long Zhao shook his head.

"I have never heard of this kind of secret technique, and the clan has never encountered such a situation, but... I can go back and ask those clan elders, and look through ancient books, maybe there is a way."

This is a non-solution method, look through old books and ask the old man.

A certain white rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

"Take it back first, I'll see if there is such a secret technique in the Dragon Clan inheritance, at least I have to help them get rid of their wildness."

With a wave of his hand, Long Zhao and the three half-dragons were directly sent back to the world of Xiao Poqiu.

Looking at the busy and crowded Shimen, he thought seriously.

The discovery of a small tribe of half-dragon people left behind in the small world of Shengping shows one thing. When the last generation of the Dragon Court fled for the last time, it passed through the nearby void, and all forces including the demons followed and killed them. If...

Dragon Brain has a guess.

According to memory, I made a beautiful three-dimensional void star map and started to draw lines.