Chapter 641: The Heavenly God Descends!

Hearing the old man's words, the middle-aged man smiled contemptuously, "These things are mine now, I want to take them back, hehe, first ask my fist if I agree."

As he said that, the middle-aged man clenched his fist on purpose, showing off his muscles, and his attitude was a bit arrogant.

The old man's face was dark, "Hmph, You Yu killed my people, took my treasures, bullied people too much, old thief Yu Kun, save your life."

Following the roar of the old man, he waved the wooden stick in his hand, directly leading the clansmen, and killing towards the opposite group of people.

The opposite side was also unequivocal, people from the two sides quickly started fighting in the valley, shouts of killing and curses could be heard endlessly, shaking the surrounding mountains.

Swish!

Just when the two sides were fighting fiercely, the sky suddenly became dark. Everyone in the fierce battle was stunned, feeling an inexplicable sense of danger, and stopped fighting one after another. Looking up, the sky seemed to be covered A pair of invisible big hands tore a hole, and a bright light shot out from the hole.

Several figures descended from the void.

Everyone stared blankly at the sky.

"God?"

"God descended to earth?"

After being stunned for a few seconds, all of them, including the old man and the middle-aged man, dropped their weapons and knelt down on the ground.

"Meet the gods!"

"Meet the gods!"

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There were bursts of mountain calls from below. Su Hang had just come out of the space passage, and when he came out, he was a little confused. He looked down and saw a large group of people kneeling at his feet, as if he was worshiping his ancestors , all of them are so pious.

What are they talking about?

The language spoken 100,000 years ago must have been very different. Su Hang couldn’t understand it at all. He looked up at the sky and immediately realized that maybe the way they appeared just now was too dazzling. up.

These should be the aborigines on the earth one hundred thousand years ago, right?

Seeing these savage-like existences under his feet, Su Hang couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Let's go!"

To their credit, they didn't want to waste time, and wanted to find Su Xi immediately.

However, Su Hang was in no hurry to leave. The Earth 100,000 years ago, and Shuzhong 100,000 years ago, must have undergone huge changes from 100,000 years later. There is no reference point. The difficulty is not small.

Coincidentally, there is such a group of natives, you can go up and ask.

Su Hang floated down, followed by several old men.

Seeing Su Hang and the others approaching, those two groups put their faces on the ground, trembling all over, and didn't even dare to look up.

Su Hang opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but thinking that he was using the language of later generations, they must not be able to understand, so he quickly closed his mouth again.

The language barrier didn't help Su Hang, so he pulled out the God of Learning system and scanned the old man in front of him.

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Name: Snake Wind.

Age: 67 years old.

Boundary: Level 3 and Rank 3.

Extractable features:...

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Third-level and third-rank, that is, the realm of martial arts, not even innate, Su Hang couldn't help being a little surprised and disappointed. Were the ancient humans from 100,000 years ago so weak?

Maybe, it was just a coincidence that I ran into a group of weak ones.

Without thinking too much, Su Hang rummaged through the information of this Snake Wind, found the language ability from a lot of strange abilities, extracted it and learned it.

The third level of ancient Shu language consumes very little energy points. Of course, it takes less time to learn it. After all, he also has the void return state now.

After a few breaths, Su Hang opened his eyes, and most of the information about the ancient Shu language had been integrated into his mind, as if it was his mother tongue that he had been using since he was a child.

"Your name is Snake Wind?"

Su Hang looked at the old man kneeling in front of him, and uttered an accurate ancient Shu dialect, startling Fu Xu and the others.

It must be the first time for this kid to come to this place. It's really weird that he can actually speak the native language here. At least, the few of them can't understand what Su Hang is saying.

It can be seen that these natives are very awed by the so-called gods.

"Small snake wind, meet the gods."

Hearing that, the old man lowered his body even lower. As expected of a god, he knew his name before he even spoke.

"Get up and talk." Su Hang said to Snake Feng.

"The little ones don't dare." The old man was trembling all over, and he didn't dare to stand up at all.

Helpless, Su Hang said, "What were you doing just now?"

It's okay if you don't ask, the old man immediately said with tears in his voice, "I beg the gods to be the masters for the little one."

As he said that, the old man kowtowed fiercely to Su Hang.

A black line flashed across Su Hang's forehead, "Say."

The old man glanced at the middle-aged man who was kneeling next to him, and said to Su Hang, "God is above, the younger one is a member of the Youshe clan. My clan has always been law-abiding and has never had any ill relations with foreigners. The younger one The person in question is Shekun, a member of the Youyu clan, who sneaked into the altar of our clan the day before yesterday and stole the treasures of our clan.

Khan, it turned out to be such a thing.

After hearing this, Su Hang looked over at the middle-aged man. Feeling Su Hang's gaze, the middle-aged man immediately lowered his head and lay down on the ground, not daring to look up.

"Is that the case?" Su Hang said to the middle-aged man.

"My lord, please forgive me." The middle-aged man shouted in fright.

Su Hang sweated, "It's your fault to take other people's things casually. It's even more wrong to take other people's things and fight with them. If you take something from others, hand it over quickly."

"yes!"

The middle-aged man listened to Su Hang's words and didn't hesitate at all. He was sweating profusely, and quickly took out a small box from a leather pocket on his waist.

A small rectangular box, not big, made of black wood, the workmanship looks very rough, with some rough snake-like patterns carved on it.

The middle-aged man looked at Suhang with the box in his hand, but Suhang was not very interested. What kind of treasure can a broken box hold?

With a wink, the middle-aged man quickly passed the box to the old man with the snake tribe.

The old man hurriedly took it, and excitedly lifted the lid to have a look.

From the gap where the lid was opened, Su Hang saw the contents of the box.

What kind of treasure is that? It turned out to be just a little snake, a little finger-thick snake covered in vermilion.

Sure enough, there is a snake clan. They take a small snake as a treasure. Maybe this small snake has some special meaning to them. What kind of thinking do these ancient ancestors have? Su Hang, who comes from a civilized society, is incomprehensible.

"Thank you, Lord God."

Seeing that the treasure was lost and recovered, the old man closed the box and bowed directly to Su Hang, and the members of the Snake clan behind him also kowtowed incessantly.