There were many plane worlds in the Ancient World.
The world Jian Wushuang lived in, with the Divine Land as its core, was just one of the planes of the Ancient World.
Outside of the Divine Land, there were a large number of Bitwall Worlds. Those Bitwall Worlds also had a large number of warriors. The strength of those warriors was not weaker than that of the Divine Land. Some Bitwall Worlds were even vaster than the Divine Land, and the quality of the warriors was higher.
The Monster Continent was a plane world that was vaster than that of the Divine Land.
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The purple moon hung in the night sky like a sickle, emitting a misty purple moonlight that covered the boundless world below.
In the sky above a desolate land, hualala ~ ~ ~ The space was suddenly torn open, and a figure burst out from the broken space and fell on the desolate ground in an extremely sorry state.
His body hit the ground, and the extreme pain in his body was magnified again.
"My body!"
Jian Wushuang's face turned red, and endless pain spread all over his body.
Previously, in order to fight against Su Ming, he used the third volume of the Soul-Devouring Secret Skill.
The Soul-Devouring Secret Skill was too much for his body, and it caused great damage to his body. Then, he entered the wormhole and was squeezed by the space, which aggravated his injury and made the pain double. Soon after he fell on the ground, he fainted.
The night passed, and it was the next morning.
"Hurry up, Uncle Long is waiting for us. If we're late, we'll be scolded."
"Brother Qing Hu, wait for me."
"Haha, let's see who gets to Uncle Long first."
A group of youths was running happily on the ground at a very fast speed.
There were seven teenagers in the group, and they were of different ages. The oldest was 14 or 15 years old, and the youngest was only eight or nine years old.
However, even though they were only eight or nine years old, they could run very fast. In the blink of an eye, they could easily run hundreds of meters.
Behind this group of youths, there was a cute girl with a round face and a ponytail. She was the youngest of the group, having just turned eight this year.
The round-faced girl suddenly stopped in her tracks. She blinked her large black eyes and saw a figure lying on the ground beside her.
"Little Yu, what are you doing?" The older youth, who was wrapped in animal skin and had a burly figure, turned back.
"Brother Qinghu, come and take a look. There's someone there," the round-faced girl said.
"Hmm?" The youth wrapped in animal skin immediately walked forward. "He's not dead yet. He must have been seriously injured."
"Brother Qinghu, let's save him," the round-faced girl said.
"Alright." Qinghu, who was wrapped in animal skin, nodded. He then glanced at the other youths who had gathered behind him and said, "You guys go to Uncle Long's place yourselves. I'll go back with Little Yu. When you see Uncle Long, help me inform him."
"Yes." The other youths all responded.
"Little Yu, let's go. Take him back to the tribe," Qinghu said.
The round-faced girl nodded and walked to Jian Wushuang's side. She grabbed Jian Wushuang's back with her two small hands and lifted Jian Wushuang's body above her head.
Although Jian Wushuang's figure was not very burly, he was at least 1.8 meters tall. His body was strong and sturdy, and he weighed at least seventy kilograms.
Yet, at that moment, it was directly lifted over her head by an eight-year-old girl with only her physical strength. Furthermore, judging from the appearance of the round-faced girl, it was clear that she did not have the slightest bit of difficulty in doing so.
"Let's go!"
As soon as Qinghu spoke, the round-faced girl took a step forward. She actually lifted Jian Wushuang's body and ran with big strides.
If anyone in the Divine Land saw this scene, they would be scared half to death. This was simply innate strength!
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When Jian Wushuang slowly regained consciousness, it was already two days later.
In a tent, Jian Wushuang was lying on the bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, Jian Wushuang saw a round-faced girl who looked only eight or nine years old staring at him with a pair of big black eyes.
Seeing that he had woken up, the round-faced girl immediately showed a surprised smile and shouted, "Father, he's awake, he's awake!"
A burly man like a brown bear who was boiling tea at the table in the center of the tent immediately stood up and walked over.
"Little brother, you're awake." The burly man looked very rough, but his tone was quite polite.
Seeing the burly man, Jian Wushuang's pupils shrank.
"A powerful lord, and by no means an ordinary lord. He's at least a top lord, or even more!" Jian Wushuang thought.
The strength of an expert could be felt from his aura and the faint sense of oppression. For example, the burly man standing in front of Jian Wushuang gave him a great sense of pressure.
"Where am I?" Jian Wushuang frowned and looked around.
"This is the Wu Yan Tribe. I'm Wu Yuan, the chief of the Wu Yan Tribe. This is my daughter, Wu Yu." The burly man said, "Two days ago, my daughter found you lying on the ground behind the mountain, so she brought you here."
Jian Wushuang immediately looked at the round-faced girl in front of him. She was a little plump, with a pair of black eyes blinking playfully. She was very cute.
The round-faced girl, Wu Yu, immediately smiled when she saw Jian Wushuang looking at her.
"Thank you for saving me," Jian Wushuang said gratefully.
"We're all humans, so we should help each other. You don't have to be so polite." Wu Yuan smiled faintly. "By the way, what's your name? Which tribe are you from? "
"Tribe?" Jian Wushuang's heart skipped a beat. He vaguely understood that there should be a large number of tribes in the world he came to.
"My name is Jian Wushuang." Jian Wushuang did not hide his name at all.
After all, this was no longer the Divine Land, so there was no need for him to hide his name.
"As for the tribe … My tribe has been wiped out by other tribes." Jian Wushuang casually found a reason.
In his opinion, since there were many tribes in the same world, it was normal for them to be wiped out due to conflicts of interest.
However, when Wu Yuan heard Jian Wushuang's words, his face suddenly darkened and his eyes were filled with anger. He snorted and said, "What a bastard! Now that we've been forced to such a state by the Demonic Beasts, those tribes are still killing each other for their own interests. Damn it!"
Jian Wushuang was stunned.
The human race had been forced to such a state by the Demonic Beasts?
Demonic Beasts?
Jian Wushuang was confused.
"Chief, chief!"
Suddenly, a shout came from outside the tent. Wu Yuan calmed down and glanced at Jian Wushuang. He said, "Little Brother Wushuang, you've been seriously injured, so you need to recuperate. Stay here for a while. If you need anything, just tell Yu 'er. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
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