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Demon races are not good at sitting on Dharma and enlightening the Tao. Their cultivation in the spiritual realm is much lower than that of the ordinary Dharma cultivation. They only cultivate strength but not Dharma. This is the devil. No more magic.

Unless in these few days, Lin Qiu practises the spiritual realm to the point of surpassing Yao Meng, otherwise, Yao Meng is sure that he will not lose him.

However, if you think about it for a long time, your own master can borrow such artifacts as the Taoist monument, and let yourself and other people make great progress. Perhaps this uncle has some means? It is not impossible to make Lin Qiu's spiritual cultivation progress.

Therefore, Yao Meng did not dare to take it lightly, quickly sinking into the mind, returning all his consciousness to the soul of the soul, and settled in peace.

On the other hand, Lin Qiu looked at Yao Meng with an open eye, and then closed his eyes. Although the Mozu were not good at meditating and meditating, it did not mean they would not.

Is it just better than fixed? So simple?

Everyone on the mountain is a little bit dumbfounded. The establishment of this realm, let alone ten or eight years, is possible for millennia and tens of thousands of years. Is it true that they will wait for tens of thousands of years here?

Even Su Hang is guilty in his heart. What the **** is Lin Xuan doing? What's so special about that test stone?

"Buzz!"

Just when everyone was in doubt, the test stone in the field suddenly shook a little, and a ripple was swayed. It swept across the two of them in the field, hit the shield, and swayed back instantly.

Su Hang saw it, and frowned lightly, as if he felt something wrong.

...

Yao Meng was concentrating and calming down. Suddenly there was a buzz in his ear, which caused the person to feel dizzy and pulled him out of his mind.

When I opened my eyes, the scene in front of me changed. I sat under a towering mountain, and there was a small mountain village tribe. The tribe had few smokes and the atmosphere of the village was everywhere.

Canglang Mountain? this is? Canglang tribe?

The surrounding scenes are familiar and distant for Yao Meng. He actually returned to his hometown of Canglang Tribe 30 million years ago. Every grass, every tree, one person and one thing are so familiar.

Yao Meng entered the tribe, surrounded by men and women, young and old, those who hunted in the mountains, those who collected vegetables and fruits, those who sat in front of the house sewed clothes with animal fur, and played around on the village road.

Uncle Niu, Granny Xiong, Erzhu, Gen'er, Egg's, Mao Mao... A familiar face, printed into Yaomeng's eyes, completely pulled Yaomeng's thoughts back to that era.

Are you all alive? I am back?

"Yeah, the young patriarch is back!" An aunt who was drying her clothes shouted in surprise when she saw Yao Meng.

Everyone was like seeing a giant panda, they immediately put down the work in their hearts and ran to Yaomeng.

Yao Meng's dumbfounded present place, such a scene, how many times it has appeared in his dream.

Everyone surrounded Yao Meng in the middle, chattering, clamoring, all faces full of joy and excitement.

"Menger is back?"

Yao Meng stayed where he was and didn't speak. At this time, a voice came, and even after seeing a native of Sun Xing, the crowd came out. It was Yao Meng's father, Yao Yang, the head of the Canglang tribe.

When Yao Nuo saw Yao Meng, his face was filled with joy, and everything was so harmonious.

"Patriarch, patriarch, bad, patriarch..."

At this time, a rapid voice came, and everyone looked at it, and they saw a tribe running away from the village in a panic.

"What's so alarming?" Yao Furan frowned, and his small body exuded strong majesty.

The tribe stumbled for some reason, thumped on the ground, and quickly climbed up again, a dirty face full of panic, "Patriarch, no good, I, my third uncle, he, he died?"

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned for a while, obviously they were a bit stunned.

"Dead?" Yao frowned angrily.

The ethnic group said, "My dad and I got a dead pig from the river ditch outside in the morning, and roasted it to eat at noon. As a result, my third uncle just ate two mouths and vomited blood and died... cough... ...Cough...puff..."

The tribe said, they coughed violently, just coughed a few times, spit out a blood, and the whole person fell on his back.

"what?"

Everyone was frightened, and they all spread a circle. The tribe's body twitched a few times, spitting out a few black blood, and then disappeared.

Just die like this? The people had not yet figured out what was going on, and they saw a black air rising from the tribe's body, like a faint black cloud, escaping towards the four sides.

"Be careful!" Yao angered that the thing was definitely not a good thing, and immediately shouted. However, it was too late. The people were all ordinary people on the scene. There were not many people who were able to hide themselves. It was an instant that they were entangled in those black qi.

"Cough, cough..."

All of a sudden, men, women and children coughed up~www.readwn.com~ As if it could be transmitted, they coughed up blood soon after coughing.

"Save, help, young patriarch, save me..."

"Run, run!"

"Meng'er, what are you still doing, hurry up and help save the father!"

The entire tribe was in a mess almost instantaneously, coughing and screaming, and people were heartbroken. The tribes fell down one by one. The scary and terrible faces were almost terrifying.

Yao Nu shouted, his familiar faces shouted to him for help, but Yao Meng stood still all the time, motionless, as if afraid of breaking this moment of tranquility.

Thirty million years ago, the disaster that plagued the Canglang tribe, the plague disaster, has always been a pain in Yao Nu's heart. Even if he sometimes dreams, he dare not remember.

The tribe that was still very harmonious just in this moment, the corpses ran wild all over the place, screaming and screaming everywhere, the heartbreaking cry was really painful.

"Meng'er, help someone quickly, you sit down and learn from the Pangu Gods, there must be a way to save them..."

There was a quick cries of Yao Nu's anger.

However, Yao Meng shook his head and smiled to himself bitterly, "I have been very satisfied to see you again after so many years."

After talking, the sound in his ears gradually faded away, and the surrounding scenes faded away slowly. When he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, where was the Canglang tribe, clearly still on the ring of Qintai Mountain.

It turned out that it had just been evoked by the test heart stone, which reminded Yao Meng of those unbearable pasts.

Those with lower spiritual cultivation can easily collapse and sink in it. However, Yao Meng is already a monk of Heavenly Dao Realm, and his spiritual cultivation is extremely deep, but this level of demons can't help him.

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