For Zhao Yun, the ancient times of prehistoric times were just an era recorded in ancient books in just a few words.
Even the mysterious world that was thousands of years ago has passed, and it has been tens of thousands of years or tens of thousands of years.
He and Ning Qingyan were able to recognize those extinct strange beasts because a thousand years ago, there was a book called "Records of the Ancient Beasts", which recorded the strange beasts and alien races in the ancient times. The author of the book is unknown. Who is the one who wrote it? I don’t know when this book was passed down, and it can be found in almost all major families and libraries of various forces.
There is a description of the prehistoric barbarians in "The Record of the Prehistoric Beasts".
Zhao Yun clearly remembers that the book says that the prehistoric barbarians are the most human race in the ancient prehistoric world, but their appearance is tens of times taller than the human race, like a mountain, and ugly in appearance and great strength, so they can move mountains. The ability to cross the sea.
The prehistoric barbarians, like other wise-minded races in the ancient prehistoric period, had god worship, and the gods they believed in were called Hercules.
Zhao Yun withdrew from the memories and the shock in his heart slowly calmed down.
He didn't expect that he would come to this disappeared world with his son, and both the strange beasts and the wild barbarians recorded in "The Record of the Great Beasts". So will other races recorded in the book also appear?
Also, this prehistoric world has reached the brink of destruction. What does it have to do with the mysterious world?
How does he find a way to leave?
Leave here before the destruction of the prehistoric world?
For a moment, many thoughts flashed through Zhao Yun's mind, but he could not find the answer.
...
After the tall barbarians left, Zhao Yun raised himself with the help of the power of his soul and rose to a height above the stone wall and saw the scene in the stone wall.
The stone walls are surrounded by a large area because the ancient barbarians are very large in size and if there is not enough space, they cannot move freely.
This place seems to be a tribe of the prehistoric barbarians. Within the stone walls, more than a dozen or twenty round houses were built with wood and stone.
It is very large and only suitable for the living of the prehistoric barbarians.
There are also many prehistoric barbarians around the house, including men and women, old and young.
Zhao Yun noticed that their houses were built around a circular altar in the center.
On the altar, there was a large piece of stone erected, with strange totems on it, and an old barbarian man sat cross-legged in front of the huge rock.
Zhao Yun used the power of his soul to explore, saw the old man's pious expression clearly, and muttered something, but he didn't understand.
But Zhao Yun still understood that this should be the priest of this tribe, and that huge stone should be the incarnation of the Hercules God, the faith of the prehistoric barbarians. He was praying to Hercules and begging!
Boom boom boom boom-!
Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the blue sky, and there was a very bright light.
The prehistoric barbarians inside the stone wall left the house in horror and gathered together. Zhao Yun also raised his head and looked at the sky.
Countless fireballs fell from the sky, and fired lights were drawn from the blue sky, heading towards the vast land.
The stars are falling!
Zhao Yun looked up and witnessed this scene of destruction with his own eyes.
The falling stars fell in the mountains in the distance, and countless strange beasts howled in despair, the collapse of the top of the mountain, and the collapse of the earth, and there was no place that was filled with despair.
Even if the scene on this green sky is brilliant and dazzling, it is amazing, and it cannot be dispelled from the despair between heaven and earth.
"Dad~!" He was sleeping in a daze and rubbed his eyes, shouting in a slight voice.
Zhao Yun came back to his senses from the shocking scene and heard the same flash of exclamation as he saw this scene, "So beautiful!"
Then, Zhao Yun heard Shanshan say, "But, why did I hear them crying?"
cry?
Zhao Yun was stunned and looked at the flashing eyes, knowing that what he was talking about was the falling stars.
Shining has a star soul body, maybe he can really hear the cry of the stars.
Zhao Yun couldn't hear it, he could only hear another cry.
The prehistoric barbarians in the stone wall knelt on the ground under the leadership of the priests, begging God and begging their Hercules.
The barbarian children who can't speak cried loudly, and seemed to feel that the world was heading for destruction.
Suddenly, a huge fire light came towards the tribe.
If the star meteorite in the fire falls, the tribe will instantly turn into a sea of fire, and the prehistoric barbarians inside will be buried in the sea of fire.
Zhao Yun had no time to think about it. In the fear and despair of the prehistoric barbarians, he condensed his soul power and directly formed a barrier over their tribe.
He held Shinzhang with one hand and raised it up with the other hand, and the wide cuffs slid down, revealing his white and powerful arms.
He used all the power of the soul in the barrier and could no longer hide the figures of their father and son.
In this way... In the eyes of the prehistoric barbarians, a man with a not-tall figure suddenly appeared like a god, holding up a silver-white light shield with one hand and protecting their tribe.
The sparks falling towards their tribe hit the light shield, and a "boom" sound turned into countless fragments, and the sparks bloomed set off this world and the world brilliantly and gorgeously.
“…!@#!”
The impact of the star meteorite made Zhao Yun's face pale. He did not notice the reaction of the prehistoric barbarians, nor did he notice that when the prehistoric barbarians who had walked out of the tribe hurried back, he saw him rushing to the sky with one hand
The picture of holding up the light shield to resist the meteorite was like his tribe, kneeling on his knees, bowing to Zhao Yuncai, and saying the same words.
If Zhao Yun could understand the language of the prehistoric barbarians, he would know that there was only one word they kept repeating, that is - 'Hercules!'