The rise of the prehistoric human race

Chapter 641 Chaotic time and space!
Jiang Shi pondered for a moment, then walked up expressionlessly, carefully observing the withered dragon corpse.

"No signs of a fight"

"No trace of struggle"

"There is no trauma. There is no toxin. The dryness of essence and blood is not due to fighting!"

"This piggy dragon is old and dead? But how is this possible!"

At the end of the inspection, an almost inaudible surprise flashed across Jiang Shi's calm face.

This pig dragon in the Golden Immortal Realm didn't die in battle, but was actually trapped to death in this tunnel of bones. In the end, his life energy was exhausted and he sat down and died!

But obviously this guy fell into this weird space with Jiang Shi, how could he suddenly die of old age here?
Not to mention the Golden Immortal Realm of this Zhu Polong, but his dragon bloodline will take tens of thousands of years to reach the end of his lifespan.

But after seeing him for a short while, this piggy dragon died of old age!
Jiang Shi stood up, with an uncertain expression on his face. Is there a problem with this space, is it related to the weirdness of the long river of 'time', or has he spanned tens of thousands of years in such a short period of time?
Impossible, relying on one's own strength and realm, even the realm of Hengyu Daozu, it is impossible to steal the time from oneself without being aware of it.

And surpassing the Eternal Dao Ancestor, touching the existence of the world tree Chenxi, there is no need to play such a small trick, even saints in the Hunyuan realm dare not touch it.

Jiang Shi frowned and stayed for a while, then stepped over the withered dragon corpse and strode forward.

Under the soft light emitted by the orb, there are fewer and fewer bone meal ahead, but more and more corpses and various treasures with faint spiritual light.

Jiang Shi stepped on some hard bones, and the strength of these corpses has surpassed that of ordinary monsters in the Golden Immortal Realm. If the long years of corrosion are included, they must be existences that started in the Taiyi Realm.

Humans, monsters, dragons and phoenixes, multi-armed giants, grotesque creatures, and all kinds of corpses exist.The remaining items range from weapons, spirit treasures, armor, spirit mines, and even jade slips, animal skins, and books.

Jiang Shi passed by slowly, paying more attention to items that might contain news, such as jade slips, animal skins, and books.

But it's a pity that almost all items, after Jiang Shi touched them, instantly turned into powder and became worthless garbage. Even if there were some slightly unique materials, the remaining few characters were worthless.

Different cultures and races can only be identified by the information left by the divine will. Simple characters are worthless.

Jiang Shi strode forward with a cold face. Of the remaining corpses, only a small number had obvious injuries on their bodies, and most of them died in despair, or even committed suicide.

But so many practitioners, after surpassing the Golden Immortal Realm, their lifespan is measured in ten thousand years, how could they all die of old age here?
Is there no end to this tunnel? !

Jiang Shi's gaze scanned the corpse back and forth, and suddenly, one foot away, a green fluorescent light was faintly visible under a prone corpse.

Jiang Shi stepped forward and gently turned over the dead bone.

The bone body is slender, and the bones are as crystal clear as jade, and the lines of the avenue are faintly shining on it.Even though he was a white bone now, it unexpectedly gave Jiang Shi a sense of tranquility.

A corpse from the realm of Daluo Jinxian!

In its embrace, a green tablet that seemed to be made of some kind of spiritual wood, shone with a faint spiritual light, as if it was recording the last message.

This slip is a complete piece, with a blurry afterimage of a plant on it, which cannot be seen clearly. Moreover, there are inexplicable and beautiful patterns engraved on the edge. It is estimated that the level of breath should be of the rank of Xiantian Lingbao.

Jiang Shi carefully picked up the letter. This innate spirit treasure has been here for an unknown period of time, and even its spirituality is almost completely wiped out.

Carefully poking over a ray of spiritual consciousness, Jiang Shi learned of the information recorded in beautiful fonts one after another.

"The world of Shenmu, the high priest 'Lu Ling', was recorded on the first day. Forget it, here, time seems to have lost its meaning, and there is no need to record the date."

"The spirit of Shenmu predicted that the entire Shenmu world would be completely destroyed. With the votes of all the priests, we selected [-] priests, and with the help of the 'Sacred Artifact Scale', we sacrificed the entire Shenmu world and fled to the mouth of the Shenmu spirit. The 'Little Chaos'. Shenmu above, are we right? We must be right, we are preserving the last details for the Shenmu world!"

The following is a burst of incomprehensible messy information, and only a few words are left at the end: "This is the land abandoned by the gods, there is no retreat, and there is no end to time. Every minute, every second, someone suddenly dies of old age, as if someone An existence devouring 'time'."

Jiang Shi turned his head suddenly. Behind him, at the end of the original passage, it had turned into darkness, as if it was endless darkness. At this time, both ends of the tunnel became deep and bottomless darkness.

"I can't escape, I can't escape. I am the last survivor in the Shenmu world, and I am about to die. This is a maze with only two ends on the left and right. The space and time here are in chaos. I don't know how to describe it, this is chaos The critical point of chaos. Shenmue is here, and existence like us, stepping here, might as well follow the destruction of the world in chaos.”

All the information came to an abrupt end after a crazy roar.And the letter in Jiang Shi's hand also lost its last light.

From hope, to despair, to madness, this is the information Jiang Shi got.

In this so-called Shenmu world, the level of power presumably has not yet touched the saint. In order to avoid the destruction of the world, some creatures entered this strange space and were finally wiped out.

Little Chaos. Critical Point. Based on this short message alone, it seems that this scale of bones is not simply a malicious existence, but rather the only chance for some worlds to avoid destruction.

But now it seems that opportunity also represents desperation.

Jiang Shi frowned, chewed his words, stood up, and continued to move forward.

But this time, Jiang Shi didn't walk, but rose into the air, using his magical powers, and rushed forward at a high speed, while silently sensing the fluctuations in the surrounding space, checking for any changes.

Ten years later.

With a roar, a figure flew from the end of the tunnel, and fell down with an ugly look, staring intently at the dark tunnel that still had no end.

"Trouble, there are really some problems here."

Jiang Shi's eyes were a bit ugly. At his speed, even if he put aside his superficial space magic power, ten years was enough to travel through several continents in the wild, but he still couldn't find the end of this tunnel.

But Jiang Shi was able to confirm that the tunnel was not a closed circle, because the bones below had not appeared repeatedly.

Jiang Shi had some doubts about how long this bone tunnel had existed before it could accumulate so many bones.

But what is the point of this tunnel?What is the intention of the master behind this balance of bones?

No wonder most of these bones were full of despair, they didn't jump out of the long river of time. Once they entered this tunnel, they would end up dying of old age, and they couldn't even feel the inexplicable passage of time.

After a pause for a quarter of an hour, Jiang Shi stepped out and headed towards the front of the tunnel again.

Even if there is chaos, it is not sure whether it has an edge, an inexplicable tunnel, it is impossible to have no end, and the creator of this tunnel may be a monster, but it is absolutely impossible to be a certain "transcendence" existence!

Before he knew it, another five years had passed, but Jiang Shi suddenly discovered that something different finally appeared in the eternally dark tunnel ahead.

A creature with flesh and blood, leaning against the bone tunnel, sat on the ground with its head lowered, as if taking a short rest.

(End of this chapter)