From the dragon race to penetrate the world

Chapter 1709

Lu Chen looked at the Spirit Summoning Pagoda in his hand in surprise. He used it as a magic weapon for cultivation in the early days and kept it with him. After exchanging it, he also tried to repair it in the world of Shrouding the Sky.

It's just that his cultivation was not enough at that time, and he couldn't restore it to a perfect level, but only slightly repaired it.

It wasn't until he returned to the perfect world last time, during the last 1 years in the undead mountain, that he tried to restore it when he had nothing to do, and he used various divine materials to complete it and restore it completely.

The fully repaired Spirit Summoning Pagoda is no longer an Immortal-level equipment, but has become the peak Chaos-level equipment, but it has not entered the ranks of Dao-level equipment.

This made Lu Chen a little disappointed at the time, because the chaos-level equipment was of no use to him, and he was still wondering if he had lost money in the exchange.

Unexpectedly, the real purpose of this special equipment is not for people to practice, but the key to unlock it.

Excitedly, he inserted the Spirit Summoning Pagoda into the door, and found that it was a perfect fit, and there was a faint gleam from the keyhole of the unremarkable stone door, and a burst of mysterious power came from it.

But just when Lu Chen thought that he would be lucky enough to prostitute some relics and treasures for free at the beginning of the game, the light faded again, and then there was no response.

Lu Chen held the Spirit Calling Pagoda and turned it left and right, but found that it couldn't turn. If he continued to use force, the Spirit Calling Pagoda would break down.

He looked at the other keyhole, "If you don't insert two at the same time, you can't open it... That's right, otherwise, why are there two holes?"

He pulled out the Spirit Summoning Pagoda, inserted it into another hole, and found that it would also light up dimly, but there was no response after a while.

Lu Chen was thoughtful, and said to himself: "Are there two identical towers?"

He tried to make a trick, rolled up the ice and snow with his soul, built a tower with exactly the same appearance as the Spirit Summoning Tower, and inserted it into the door at the same time, but there was no response.

"Sure enough..."

Lu Chen said regretfully, yes, if it was that simple, the strong men of the ten thousand races would have already entered, so it would be his turn.

Lu Chen turned around, ready to leave here first, and go to the Great Desolate Continent, because there is no chance for him here, and there is no need for him to waste time.

The most urgent task is to meet up with the teammates and then start their plans.

The creatures of this era are very strong, but Lu Chen has his own concerns, and he doesn't have much interest in fighting against the strong ones of this era one by one.

Their priority now is to understand the things that need to be paid attention to in this era, and then start planning for future generations, trying to break through the long river of time and go further downstream.

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In the prehistoric continent, in a remote corner, among the mountains, lived the largest clan land of the human race.

The witch god tribe, here is the belief in the hearts of the human race in the Great Desolate Continent. Countless human beings have heard of this place and want to rush to the holy land of the human race.

But few people succeed, because this continent is too vast, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get out of a tribe's land, let alone cross thousands of mountains and rivers, reach the edge of the continent, and go to the tribe of witches and gods of the human race.

And those lucky few who arrived here will feel even more desperate, because this is not the legendary ideal land of the human race, and it is also oppressed by other races.

On the Great Desolate Continent, the human race is the lowest-status race, and few races are better than the human race.

Although there are also many races that are humanoid, or born to look similar to the human race, such as the Xuannv race, which has no difference in appearance from human women, but these races are not friendly to the human race, but are very repulsive. Race is more disgusting.

The reason is very simple. They think it is an insult to them that such a humble race of human race and such a weak race have the same appearance as them.

Therefore, in the Great Desolate Continent, the human race would be trampled upon by all major races. Even if they were captured and sold as slaves, they would not be sold at a high price.

The most important thing is that since ancient times, there have been legends that the reason why this world can no longer have a strong person who can ascend to the supreme throne is because the ancestors of the human race committed a felony and offended God, so God angered all living beings , not allowing sentient beings to continue upward.

Under such circumstances, the reason why the human race has not been exterminated is because some big clans believe that there may still be hidden secrets left over from ancient times in the human race. If they can discover that secret, they may be able to learn the method of breakthrough and promotion.

But for all races, as long as there is a seed for the race, it doesn't matter how they are usually oppressed.

Just then, a race called the Ant Lions sent a strong man to collect the poll tax from the human race.

The Antlion is a race that is half ant and half lion. The main torso is like an ant with multiple legs, but the upper body has the characteristics of a lion, but it has an insect-like carapace on the outside. It looks a bit weird overall. , but with a ferocious sense of power.

Their race inherited the violence of the lion-man race and the power of the ant-man race. They considered themselves the chosen race, but in fact they only ranked lower among the many races in the Great Desolate Continent, because there were no peerless masters in their race.

Today they come to collect poll tax, as the name suggests, poll tax is head.

Because their race has discovered the beauty of human flesh and blood, especially the head part, the taste is the most unspeakable, so every once in a while they come to the witch god tribe to collect poll tax. If they don't take the initiative to hand over a thousand heads, they will do it themselves. Tens of thousands of people will be slaughtered.

But they are not worried at all that the human race will perish for their own fun, because there are scattered human races gathered in other places on the Great Desolate Continent, and the human race is relatively more viable than the powerful ten thousand races. Soon, as long as they are well controlled, the population will show a trend of neither growing nor weakening.

As the name suggests, this is helping the human race control population and family planning.

Anyway, in the eyes of some supreme clans, this is not an excessive matter, it is a trivial matter, so let the ant lion clan do it.

For the human race, this is a nightmare. They live in fear every year, and they don't know when they will be selected and become a tribute to the antlions.

Because the selection of personnel is determined by the upper echelons of the tribe, they will give priority to those old people who have no labor force and no qualifications for cultivation.

The selected old people are often very open, but their children are often reluctant and even more fearful.

"Yalicha, the time should be up, why haven't I seen the witch god chief..."

An antlion wearing a purple-gold crown asked the accompanying guards with dissatisfaction in his tone, "Don't they know the consequences of the delay? I haven't killed anyone myself for a long time."

"Hehe, Lord Qiu Li, don't worry, wouldn't it be a good thing for them to postpone, so that we can collect more poll taxes."

The Antlion follower known as Yalicha laughed.

"That's true, but they seem to have come, and I don't know how they will apologize to us for the delay."

Qiu Li sneered, looking into the distance, there were two strong men flying over there.

"There's nothing to say. If you don't hand over tens of thousands of heads this time, don't try to appease our anger."

Yalicha's eyes were dark.

"Oh, it's the same kid from last time. I think his head should taste pretty good."

Qiu Li looked at the person who flew over. It was a man wearing a thick animal fur coat. His breath was not weak, but of course it was much worse than it.

"Why don't we replace the condition with him, and see whether the lives of the [-] human races or the lives of his left and right hands are more important in the mind of the chief witch god."

Yalicha smiled mischievously.

"What a great idea."

Qiu Li laughed loudly, and looked at the two human races who fell in front of them, "Chief Wushen, you are late, as punishment, I will kill the kid next to you, what do you think? If you don't agree, we will have to deal with you The tribe of witch gods launched a massacre."

Li Tianlu, who was named, frowned. It was very uncomfortable to be stared at by the ant lions like this, because he saw a full appetite in the eyes of the other party.

He is a ninth-level explorer who has been in space for many years, how can he tolerate some creatures directly treating him as a meal! ?
Oh, if the other party is stronger than him, he can bear it. Generally speaking, he will think about how to escape.

But today is different, he has space for his thighs, and their big chief has changed, but he is not the good old man in the past.

The former great chief was kind-hearted, and he would look forward and backward when doing things, taking into account the overall situation. Because the tribe was not strong enough, he could only compromise.

But no need to ask, he knows that the person next to him at this time is definitely a cold-faced killer, a strong master.

"So that's it. Is this the Ant Lion Clan? It really looks ugly and tastes bad. Brother Lu probably doesn't like it."

Chu Zihang stood where he was, and said expressionlessly.

"Great Chief, you said you wanted to meet the Antlions, didn't you want to renegotiate? If you say that, the other party might be unhappy."

Hearing Chu Zihang's words, Li Tianlu was stunned for a moment. He knew that the other party should be a tough and ruthless character, but he didn't expect it to be so ruthless. This was a desperate provocation.

Of course he believed that Chu Zihang could beat Qiu Li in front of him, because Qiu Li was just a high-level manager in the Ant Lion Clan, not the strongest, and his strength was similar to that of the previous Great Chief.

But the ant lion tribe has a strong divine way, and it is not an existence that the witch god tribe can contend with today.

He asked the other party's name in the space. He had never heard of the name Chu Zihang, and he knew that he was not among the top 310 in the former void arena. It won't be more than [-] points, right?

"What did you say? Are you saying that the wise and mighty Lord Qiu Li is ugly again!?"

Yalicha roared angrily, and at the same time provoked Qiu Li, wanting to expand today's victory.

"You're really impatient. Don't think that because of the intentions of those big clans, we won't slaughter the tribe of witch gods. There are plenty of human races on the Great Desolate Continent. At worst, they can be raised in captivity."

Qiu Li's face was also gloomy, and his energy was vibrating in the void, obviously intending to make a move.

"Sorry, maybe my lingua franca is not up to par, so let me say it again, I'm not scolding you."

Chu Zihang looked at Qiu Li expressionlessly and said, "I mean, you ant lions are ugly as hell."

"Great Chief, what are you doing..."

Li Tianlu was also very surprised. He has lived here for more than 2 years, and he has some feelings for this tribe. Although he is an aborigine in the mission world, he does not want these human races to perish.

Thoroughly angering the Antlion tribe, that is to meet the wrath of the Antlion tribe army.

"court death!"

Qiu Li couldn't bear it anymore, and shot directly.

However, the next moment, he felt that his body could not move. It was the trembling from the soul after being absolutely suppressed when facing a strong man.

He felt as if standing in front of him was not the familiar chief of the witch god, but a king, and at this time the king had ignited his anger and would burn everything.

After the raging flames swept past, Chu Zihang held only Qiu Li's head in his hands, and said condescendingly, "Do the ant lions like to eat people?"

"You humble two-legged creatures are only worthy of being our rations. If livestock dare to commit crimes, be prepared to be devoured by us!"

Qiu Li said viciously, with disbelief in his eyes, he never thought that the great chief of the witch god tribe would suddenly become so much stronger, but he was no match for the great army of the ant lion tribe.

"Our soldiers will ravage your warriors, our children will suck your brains to grow, your bodies will be dried and hung on our racks, oh, and we'll leave you a seed, for generations to come Generations of captivity, as rations..."

Qiu Li yelled frantically, but he was not afraid of death, he was very stubborn.

"Really, then I don't have any burden."

Chu Zihang said calmly, then burned Qiu Li's head in his hand, and took out a small notebook from the storage space.

"It's so strong..."

Li Tianlu was still in shock, and realized that he might have hugged his incredible thigh unintentionally, and the man in front of him, could it be that he is a strong man of the divine way! ?

"Boss, what are you doing with your notebook?"

Li Tianlu asked suspiciously, because he felt the unknown power of the book, and it was a terrifying prop.

"It's nothing, I just think that the Antlions can be removed."

Another vermilion pen appeared in Chu Zihang's hand. This is a magic weapon specially refined by Eriyi for him. It was practiced in the supreme world and exchanged by him. But it was just enough for him to use.

He drew the detailed characteristics of the Antlions on the paper, and identified them by the real name of the race. Finally, this miniature judge pen wrote a big character horizontally, "death"

Then, amidst the fallen leaves, Chu Zihang closed his notebook, "Go back."

"That's... that's it? Are we going back to prepare to deal with the army of ant lions?"

Li Tianlu didn't understand what happened, and he didn't understand Chu Zihang's operation at all.

"It's over, no army will come..."

Chu Zihang shook his head, turned around and walked in the direction of the witch god tribe, raising his hand to destroy a tribe, even if it was an evil and dirty race for them, the feeling of thousands of souls dying under their hands was not good to be honest.

Brother Lu might not be able to do this kind of thing so badly, but Chu Zihang understands that kindness is the most taboo thing in this era.

What brother Lu can't do, he will do.

　Still at noon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)