Practice origin column

Chapter 76
I have read about legends and myths.

Singing the classics, crossing the river, crossing the river, and crossing the entire sea.

Road at night, in the rain, over all the mountains.

Frost's descent, autumn and winter solstice, no fear.

When the god's body fell, I returned to the starting point, flipping through the bloody covenant.

In the final chapter, it is written that the world will eventually be destroyed.

Leave the wilderness.

……

When Sikong opened his eyes, a distant chanting poem came, suddenly distant and near, with the faintness of thousands of clouds, falling into Sikong's heart.

This is a wilderness.

There are endless layers of one hundred thousand mountains, so green that they cover the sky and block out the sun.

Beside Sikong, the roots of the tree were as thick as a python, like a spider's web, and the withered and yellow leaves were piled up over Sikong's calf, and the vines, branches and leaves spread wantonly.

A thousand-legged green-headed centipede with the thickness of a baby's arm suddenly emerged from the fallen leaves under the old tree, waving its tentacles, and crawled along the trunk of the old tree.

In the original place of the thousand-legged green-headed centipede, a green-haired spider the size of a stone mill was left behind.

Sikong only felt that his spine was sweating and sticky, and his back was wet.

He was sensitively aware that there were many hidden dangers in this wilderness.

He was spying on the intruder.

Then, a voice as powerful as Tianwei, like the troubadour poetry just now, fell into the bottom of Sikong's heart——

The background of this all-real hunting competition took place one billion years ago, in a civilization of the Middle Earth God Kingdom.

This civilization is facing the apocalypse, the gods are fighting in a melee, and are about to perish, the temples and altars collapse, and the Styx demon covets them.

Our empire has time traveled here, monitored this civilization for tens of thousands of years, and drawn up a detailed draft of civilization development, which is used as a mirror to reflect itself.

In this hunting competition, each participant will play the role of a native of the civilization of the Kingdom of God, excluding gods and demons.

These characters are all individuals that once existed in the civilization of the Kingdom of God, and each has a trajectory of destiny, but regardless of high or low, they all have the possibility of being ruined and ending the end of the world.

No morals, no rules, no constraints.

As long as you live the longest!
After the message was transmitted, Sikong frowned and did not leave, but instead analyzed the deep meaning of the message on the spot.

Divine civilization?It seems that the practice system of this civilization is different from the Qi training and superstring furnace system, so how should the different strengths of the contestants be divided?

The so-called god should be a high-level powerhouse of a certain realm.

And the imperial civilization, it seems, is not what I expected. It is completely militaristic. It will also learn from the development trajectory of other civilizations, discard the false and preserve the true, and correct its own path.

Treat other civilizations as guinea pigs, animals in a zoo.

As for his identity, he should be a troubadour.

Thinking of this, Sikong's pupils froze, and he suddenly understood something.

Looking at the dense vegetation around him, Si Kong felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Then, Sikong walked to a thorn bush, the thorn bush was full of thorns, and it was as thick as Sikong's arm, with a rusty red color.

But Sikong was extremely experienced, pinching the soft thorns of the thorns close to the soil.

With a crisp sound, the seemingly tough thorns were actually broken by Sikong. Sikong danced the thorns slightly, and the sound of brushing and tearing echoed through the air.

The thorn strips were even more elastic, Sikong bent them into a circle, and after letting go, the thorn strips bounced back with great force, and it didn't break in the slightest.

Then, Sikong walked over to the corpse of the green-haired spider the size of a stone mill.

Sikong naturally knew the information about this green-haired spider without the need for origin analysis by the Eye of Origin.

Pass the thorny thorns through the mouthparts of the green-haired spider, and the green-haired spider's claws fall completely.

The chelicerae are hook-shaped, the size of a dagger, full of barbs, and the barbs produce holes, which are filled with greenish-dark venom.

Sikong just accidentally sniffed it, and he felt dizzy and nauseated, so Sikong quickly held his breath.

Holding the tip of the chelicerae with a leaf, Sikong dipped the end of the chelicerae into the secretion left by the thousand-legged green-headed centipede crawling just now.

Then, the two chelicerae were firmly glued to the thorns, as stable as Mount Tai.

A simple but practical weapon will do the trick.

The steps look simple, but they need to be familiar with these seemingly common natural things. If there is a slight bias, it is difficult to succeed.

And these are the roles played by Sikong, the abilities bestowed on him by the troubadour.

Delicate and powerful wild survival ability, almost standing at the top of the food chain.

The troubadour can express his inner youth in this apocalyptic world where the gods are fighting each other, walking in the wilderness of the river, and there is nothing extraordinary about him.

The dead bones have been buried in the gloomy green hills for a long time.

Looking at the leopard from the inside, the other contestants must have obtained other abilities.

Sikong has no advantage.

Suddenly, Sikong coughed violently, like a boiled prawn, his lungs twitched, he couldn't even grasp the thorns in his hand, and fell into the fallen leaves.

But at this moment, the green furnace fire tattoo on Sikong's right wrist was full of flames, and a strong sense of coolness enveloped Sikong's whole body.

Immediately, Sikong's injury was suppressed, and he stopped coughing.

Sikong bent down to pick up the thorns and looked at the green fire on his right wrist.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but this emerald jade furnace fire tattoo is a little darker and less divine.

Sikong smiled wryly, and Master Su, out of kindness, gave him a stove fire, allowing him to use his spiritual power five times by being close to him.

It can be seen that in this battle, the number of uses will be greatly reduced.

It's not that Master Su made a wrong calculation, but that the injuries Sikong suffered far exceeded Master Su's expectation.

"I hope that in reality, Scar and the others can heal my injury as soon as possible..."

Sikong suppressed his thoughts, used thorns as a crutch, beat the leaves to startle the snakes, and left quickly.

Before long, Sikong's cough and the corpse of the green-haired spider will attract a large number of meat-eating beasts.

After smearing himself all over with mud from the puddles, and then smearing the pungent leaf powder, Sikong walked through the jungle with a stick of thorns, jumping left and right, looking like a savage.

The wilderness is the cruelest side of nature.

Even if he fully accepted the survival skills of the troubadour, Si Kong did not dare to relax even a bit, and his nerves were extremely tense.

Actually, Sikong really shouldn't have come.

That earth-shattering explosion directly blasted the entire Diya Office into the sky.

Sikong even saw with his own eyes that Qianqian, the dismembered murderer who was already a fourth maintainer, was directly licked by the fire dragon, and the turbulent flow of space swept across, without any strength to struggle.

If it hadn't been for Sikong drinking the fine wine brewed by master Maojiang, Jiugouyu, at the Moon Cherry Festival, Sikong's cell division speed would have been greatly increased, and his hematopoietic function would have been improved thousands of times.

He could be reborn from a drop of blood, otherwise Sikong would surely die.

Even so, if Dao Scar and the others hadn't arrived in time to fish Sikong out of the flames, when the effect of Jiugouyu's wine passed, Sikong would really be buried in the sea of ​​flames.

Thrilling, dancing with death.

Qianqian wanted to kill him, Sikong, so why didn't he, Sikong, want to kill her?
Sikong, who was seriously injured, would have chosen to sleep and rest his mind if he had been more sensible.

However, Sikong still came.

He can be rational to indifferent, but also paranoid to crazy.

If you act rationally everywhere in life and walk the broad road, how can you see the snow lotus on the cliff growing in the rain?
The most beautiful scenery is often on the roads that ordinary people want to walk but dare not.

Moreover, he also wanted to find someone to ask for an answer.

(End of this chapter)