Chapter 1

"The power of fighting, three sections!"

In the morning, wisps of golden morning light rose from the sky.

Make complaints about a ten thousand ton huge rock. A thirteen year old boy was riding a horse and he was fighting against the bulge of the huge rock before his mouth.

The young man's facial features are clear and deep, and his posture is long. Although he is only a total horn year, he has a body shape no worse than the age of his hair and weak crown. His long black hair is randomly scattered on his chest and back, with the common skin color of the remnant wasteland people and the healthy color like wheat.

He was shirtless and sweating like rain.

The most striking thing is that on his left chest, there is a palm sized red tattoo. It is said to be a tattoo, but it is different. It seems to be born. It is a kind of text and a kind of pattern. If it shakes the heavens, it will open the dragon's mouth and roar.

This is what all Terrans in the wasteland have. Men are born with their left chest and women are born with their back.

"It's been repaired for two years, but it's still in such a bad shape. God, earth, can I say Tianjun wants to learn from the waste firewood of others' leader Xiao Yan? Should there be some audience at this time, some people laugh at it and withdraw from marriage?"

Tao Tianjun immediately withdrew his hand after he hit out and said to himself in his heart.

However, watching his face is not the same thing, some are natural and calm.

Dao Tianjun, a name that sounds like two of them.

In his previous life, he was a fan of novels. He was no stranger to crossing. He was very excited from the beginning to the final calm. Two years was enough as a good buffer period, and he gradually knew his situation.

After two years.

He also has a general understanding of what kind of world he lives in.

According to him, the information obtained from the village population is called residual wasteland. I don't know how big it is.

Residual wasteland, thousands of mountains and valleys, verdant trees, huge peaks towering into the sky and vast plains. According to Dao Tianjun, if it is seen by people in previous lives, it must be a primitive forest and super protected area. At least one thousand tickets are worth it.

This is a real ancient landform.

When he first came to this world, Dao Tianjun remembered clearly that there were large birds spreading their wings and monkeys as high as the mountains trampling through the mountains in the night.

As a fan of fiction, especially the interloper in 2018.

Seeing this world, Dao Tianjun thought it was a wasteland and a cage in the eight regions. However, after learning the cultivation realm, he was stunned for a long time, because this realm was too familiar.

From low to high, lunhai realm, Daogong realm, quadrupole realm, dragon realm

I guessed right!

This is the world. Well, although the timeline is a little worse, yes, this is the sky after the perfect world.

After that, he began his life, spent half a year to open up the sea of suffering, and spent more than a year to fill the sea of suffering with the source of divine power and show the spring of life. In two years, he reached such a state.

Can say extremely "waste"!

Dao Tianjun was not satisfied with his cultivation because it was too wasteful. According to the aura of the protagonist of the novel, he must be a blockbuster. Even he began to wonder whether he had got the ancient holy body.

However, the facts are cruel.

The sea of bitterness is not gold. It's an ancient holy body with an egg ball.

"Tianjun, what did you say about the three sections of fighting Qi? What's that?"

A voice interrupted Dao Tianjun's thoughts.

Hearing the speech, Dao Tianjun turned around and looked at a young man coming under the rock. He had a most ordinary face and a sense of thief's eyebrow and mouse's purpose between his eyebrows.

"No, I just want to be a big man, but it's a pity that there is no audience and I didn't quit my marriage." Dao Tianjun shook his head.

Listen to the words in your ears.

The ordinary boy was stunned on his face and twitched at the corners of his mouth. "What's the big guy and what to do with quitting marriage? You won't get sick again when you step on a horse."

With that, he stretched out his hand to touch the forehead of Tao Tianjun.

"Roll......" Dao Tianjun slapped off the young man's hand and said with a smile and scold, "two dogs, you tease me again. Be careful when I burst out and you cry. After all, I'm a man destined to sing all the way, drive the east wind to hug the fairy and become an immortal."

The second dog laughed, "who told you to read and talk about some messy things all day, so that your old man asked the village head to show you several diseases. You hit your head two years ago. It was very light."

Hearing the laughter, Dao Tianjun rolled his eyes.

"What did you ask me to do?"

Instead of talking about the non nutritious content with ER Gou, Dao Tianjun grabbed the clothes beside him and said.

With this sentence.

The two dogs were not calm. They looked directly at Dao Tianjun, with a serious look on their little face.

"Have you forgotten, Dragon King sacrifice."

Tao Tianjun looked white and said, "how can I forget."

Dragon King sacrifice.

The Terrans living in the wasteland will hold a memorial ceremony once every ten years!

It is said that it is to sacrifice the peace of the Dragon King to the wasteland people, and it is people's gratitude to the Dragon King. The Dragon King is the totem of the remnant wasteland people. The pattern on the chest is the most true proof. People here claim to be the people of the Dragon King.

Every ten years, villages and tribes scattered in the wasteland will go out to hunt and sacrifice the Dragon King with the freshest meat.

Once we arrive at the Dragon King Festival, it is the most lively Festival. According to Dao Tianjun, this is the Spring Festival in the world. Everyone attaches great importance to it and every family will make preparations.

"Just, how can it be so fast? It doesn't mean it will take half an hour to start." Dao Tianjun was very surprised.

It is because he knows why he does morning exercises here.

The second dog scratched his head when he heard the speech. "It was the decision of Uncle Zhuang and the village head. They said that the thunder in the wild mountains yesterday was likely to make the fierce animals restless. It would be safer to go out early and come back early. After all..." his voice suddenly elongated and became very thin, "you can't go out at night."

The breeze blows, bringing up the ancient flavor of the great wilderness.

In the morning glow, there is a village not far away.

The village is bathed in the golden warm sun, and the stone houses and wooden houses reflect a layer of Phnom Penh, quiet and peaceful, with clouds and smoke curling up.

From a distance, we can see that the children in the village practice with the help of adults and wave their hands. There are also young men like Dao Tianjun gathering. Everyone takes stone tools and wears armor made of animal skin. It can be said that they are fully armed and hale and hearty.

But really speaking, when you look at this ancient village, the first thing you see is not children or adults.

There is a huge stone tablet in the center of the village!

The stone tablet is three feet high and engraved with the word dragon king. It is vigorous and powerful, like a dormant angry dragon.

"Tianjun, come here."

There was a cry from the village gate. It was an old man, dressed in linen clothes, with gray hair and deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He had no special place or distinctive temperament. He was the most ordinary old man.

"Father."

Dao Tianjun walked over and said

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