Prehistoric: The beginning of the game mixed with the Xiantian Lingbao chat group

Chapter 23 Qiu Shou (Thank you everyone for your support!)

Feng Ming looked at his master and felt as if he was in another world.

I have only been in seclusion for a month. Nothing major happened, right?

Feng Ming glanced at his junior sister subconsciously.

Huh? Junior sister, why are you looking at the teacher in astonishment?

Feng Ming: ...That's too much, junior sister. I don't know if it's natural for me to be in seclusion for a month. What have you been doing this month?

As the saying goes, master and disciple are connected.

Feng Ming had just finished complaining in his mind, when Master Wanmu made a whisk with his hand, and immediately looked at Ling Qiu and hit him on the head.

While he was doing it, he was also cursing: "Look at what I'm doing as a teacher, and you're not in seclusion!"

"Ah, Master, please don't hit me. The Lun family's hair is messed up..."

…

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

Wanmu Zhenren's face showed rare strong emotional ups and downs, and his eyes became calm and solemn.

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

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

Ning'an is a new disciple of the Labor Hall.

Practice diligently and do things seriously and carefully.

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

He originally had a promising future.

However, Ning'an died suddenly.

He died within the area patrolled by the Changchun faction.

When he was found, his body was mutilated and horrific!

…

Master Wanmu continued: "Your junior brother An Ning is a hero."

"He gave up a chance of survival and used his own life to record the entire process on the jade recording talisman so that we can know that a terrible crisis is coming."

This was not an accidental attack by wild beasts or unruly monsters that broke into the Changchun Sect's territory.

Rather, it is the beginning of autumn hunting!

At this time, Lingqiu no longer played around. Just like her elder brother, she stood straight and listened to this matter with the most solemn attitude.

"Master, Qiu Shou... what does it mean?"

Feng Ming said: "Let me tell you."

"Actually, before you started, the last autumn hunting had just ended."

"The so-called Autumn Hunting is a disaster and catastrophe for our human race, and it is also a carnival for some demon race."

…

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

After autumn comes the cruel winter.

The cold winter in the prehistoric world is not as gentle as the world before Fengming!

There is a cold wave in the world, and everything withers away!

Since the development of human civilization, we have already had caves and even houses to live in, and we have also learned to farm and raise animals in captivity.

There is also a sect formation defense to protect the safety of the clan members.

However, some demon clans do not know how to do it.

Before winter comes, these monsters must prepare and stock up on food.

And their food is all living things that can be eaten by them, including humans!

"As it has developed to this day, for us, the demon tribe's autumn hunt is to hunt the human race."

Junior Sister Lingqiu's beautiful and fair face was stained with a faint blood color.

In her mind, she couldn't help but picture the painful and tragic death of Senior Brother An Ning, and a moment later, the picture of large swaths of human beings being slaughtered in the autumn hunt and wailing continuously appeared.

Anger is burning!

Feng Ming continued: "Although it is said that in the vast wilderness, the strong are respected, those demon tribes launch the autumn hunt just for survival. This is one of the laws of heaven and the embodiment of the survival of the fittest."

"But, we are humans!"

His tone was sonorous and extremely firm!

"As a human being, you should protect and defend the human race."

"If all creatures compete in the wild, some races will perish and others will rise."

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

At this time, Feng Ming was extremely serious and no longer as easy-going as before.

His tone gradually became higher and he solemnly warned Lingqiu:

"Junior sister, you have to remember that the reason why we can live and practice so peacefully in the Changchun Sect now is not because of the kindness and generosity of those demon clans, but because of the founder Changchun Zhenren, who is suppressed by the real immortal's magic power, but because of the human immortal master

It was earned through my uncles’ efforts to defend it.”

"Between life and death, there is no possibility of compromise!"

Lingqiu was frightened by his senior brother's attitude and said, "Yes, senior brother, I understand!"

Master Wanmu looked at his disciple's appearance, and a dazed look flashed in his eyes.

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

…

After coming back to his senses, Wanmu Zhenren continued to tell:

"The master of the Labor Hall, Wan Yuan Zhenren, one of the twelve immortals, is furious."

"Even this matter directly alarmed the founder of the sect, Master Changchun!"

"An Ning is a disciple of my Changchun sect, so naturally he cannot die in vain. Now is not the time for our human race to let those monsters slaughter us!"

When the topic reaches this point, it seems heavy.

The human race indeed had a very dark time.

For those high-ranking powerful people in the ancient times, this period of history may be just a brief part of the calamity.

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

However, Feng Ming did not ask, and Master Wan Mu did not elaborate.

He continued to tell what happened next.

…

Later, Master Wan Yuan personally took action.

A fairy sword, a thunder!

Kill a seventh-grade demon immortal!

There are hundreds of giant beasts under the demon fairy!

"An Ning's revenge is finally avenged."

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

…

Feng Ming nodded and said: "Since there has been the fall of the demon immortal level, of course things cannot calm down like this."

"Master, what happened next?"

The master shook his head and said: "The dead demon immortal also had a backer, a powerful xuanxian."

Feng Ming couldn't help but tremble slightly: "Xuanxian!"

Xuanxian is a being above the true immortal. Although he has not entered immortality, his immortal power changes and evolves. He is unparalleled in Xuanji, and his power is unfathomable!

If Xuanxian directly attacks the realm, it will be a violent storm for the Changchun Sect.

Feng Ming asked again: "Master, our Changchun sect relies on others to teach us. Isn't the other party still unwilling to let it go?"

Master Wanmu gave a bitter smile and said, "Haha, if we weren't the successor of the Human Religion, the other party would have called us personally."

"However, after all, our Changchun sect is just a branch of the Human Religion, and Master Changchun is not a true disciple of Master Xuandu. The other party is indeed unwilling to give up."

Feng Ming suddenly thought of what the senior fraudster had said to him:

"Grandmaster, she is just a disciple of the Human Cult. This backing is not strong enough."

Master Wanmu saw his disciple's unhappy expression, so he comforted him: "However, you don't have to worry too much. The other party will have concerns after all."

"Furthermore, although our Patriarch Changchun is only an eighth-grade true immortal, if we really fight to the death, the other party may not be able to benefit!"

Feng Ming nodded again in approval.

He knew that Wanmu Zhenren's words were true.

In the prehistoric world, although the realm of mana is important, powerful spiritual treasures are even more important!

Let’s just talk about the Battle of the Gods. If analyzed carefully, it can even be said to be a battle for treasures.

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

Master Wanmu finally said:

"In the end, after a lot of dealings, a gambling battle emerged."

"The Autumn Hunt between our Changchun Sect and the Xingxu Monster Clan!"

(End of chapter)