Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the abandoned barbarian tribe, one house after another was knocked down by Guman who was retreating one after another.

Chen Jing fired with full murderous intent, not giving the opponent any time to relax.

Guman could only resist desperately, but all he got was retreating and bleeding from his facial features.

At this moment, he is like porcelain full of cracks, which may collapse at any time.

The slender white fingers clenched into the palm of his hand again, as if majestic power was gathered in it, and with a series of sonic booms, Chen Jing punched away again.

Click!

The bones in Guman's hand lying across his chest were finally overwhelmed and broke.

Immediately afterwards, he vomited a mouthful of blood and flew backwards uncontrollably.

There was a loud bang.

A large hole was opened in a building that was obviously larger than other buildings, and he fell into it.

Chen Jing, who followed closely behind, took a look. As expected, this building should be the meeting hall of the barbarian tribe in the past.

Even after all this time and the impact of Guman, it did not collapse like other houses before.

However, no matter how glorious the past was, it no longer exists today.

Entering the meeting hall, Chen Jing looked around coldly.

The decoration style inside the house is bloody and rough like the barbarian civilization.

Whether they were stepped on the ground or hung on the surrounding walls, they were all skins scraped off the bodies of wild beasts as symbols of glory.

The originally bright appearance had already turned gray under the thick dust.

Even if it is cleaned, it has already lost its luster and is rotten.

Time is always the biggest enemy.

There are exceptions, however.

That is a large piece of golden animal skin draped on the Bone Throne at the top.

Although it looks a lot dimmer, like the bone throne below it, it is particularly clear that it is not stained by a trace of dust.

Chen Jing felt a familiar atmosphere from it.

That belongs to the level of legend.

Unsurprisingly, the former owner of the white bones and golden animal skin in front of him was a legendary beast.

After the barbarian leader of this tribe beheaded him, he made his throne as a trophy.

I don’t know what happened to this tribe in its history.

If it was invaded by foreign enemies, why wouldn't a single skeleton be left behind?

If they were to evacuate for any reason, what kind of threat would it be that would cause a powerful tribe with legendary combat power to flee in a hurry without even caring about precious materials such as the bones and skins of legendary beasts?

This thought suddenly came to mind, and Chen Jing couldn't help but shudder.

But he soon shook his head again. Time had passed so long, even the greatest fear had long since dissipated.

Regretful eyes were withdrawn from the bone throne. Even if it is a legend, its light will gradually dissipate in the years.

Whether it is animal skin or white bones, the inner essence has been almost exhausted.

Even if Chen Jing took it, it would be of little value.

Although all this observation seems to be very long, for Chen Jing himself it is only a matter of seconds.

He has not forgotten Guman.

After realizing that he was not there, Chen Jing looked at the door leading to the back hall.

Just as he was about to step forward, suddenly there was a "click, click, click" sound similar to the moving of stone slabs from behind the door.

With a flash of cold light, he accelerated and rushed inward, just in time to see Guman running into a stone door that resembled a secret passage.

"This guy is really lucky!"

Chen Jing quickly scanned the surroundings. It was obvious that Guman, who was desperate, accidentally touched some mechanism, which caused the originally tightly sewn stone door to suddenly open.

The next second, he rushed in.

Soon, everything in sight was dark.

However, this is nothing to either Guman or Chen Jing.

Inside the stone gate is a corridor, which is almost three meters high and five meters wide. It is very spacious.

I don't know how long it was, but at least when Chen Jing and I were running at full speed, they didn't see the end for several minutes, so it was normal.

Guman originally thought that he was in a desperate situation, but he never expected that another village would see a bright future.

God will never stop him!

So he ran away desperately.

However, as the pursuer, Chen Jing was not under so much pressure.

Without affecting his speed, he also took the time to look at the murals along the way.

Yes.

Although it is unknown where this corridor leads, even judging from the distance the two of them have traveled so far, it has exceeded the maximum diameter of the entire tribe.

But in such a long passage, there are murals on all the walls on both sides.

Generally speaking, the content of the murals is related to the entire history of the barbarian tribes.

This is what Chen Jing saw at this time.

To sum up, it is the grand history of the ancestors of this barbarian tribe growing step by step through countless hardships, struggles with the environment, barbaric beasts, and other barbarian tribes.

Chen Jing had seen this kind of thing in several tribes he wiped out along the way during his southern expedition in another world.

Of course, the scale of the latter is far less long than the history of the legendary tribe in front of you.

But overall they are very similar.

Of course, there are also strange places.

That is to say, normally such murals recording the history of tribes should be carved in places like altars. It is really unusual for this kind of mural to be carved in a hidden corridor.

However, Chen Jing is not an expert in historical research and does not bother to take these differences to heart.

But just when he was about to look away, suddenly!

A flash of a certain mural scene was deeply imprinted in his mind with excellent memory.

It is different from the previous murals where the rough-looking barbarian ancestors dominated the scene.

In this mural, these people only occupy a peripheral role.

Judging from the carcasses of various beasts they were carrying on their shoulders, they were clearly hunting.

However, at this moment, they were all looking at the huge fireball falling from the sky in the center of the mural with stunned eyes, occupying almost half of the mural.

"Meteorite!"

As a modern person, Chen Jing recognized it immediately.

So he looked down again with interest.

The following murals tell the story of barbarians traveling across mountains and rivers in search of meteorites.

After all, although the scene of the meteorite falling looks close, it is as far away as the mountains.

Finally, after several consecutive murals.

The barbarians of this tribe were very lucky to find a very secret grand canyon.

Within the canyon, above the spacious basin, the meteorite they had seen before fell right into it, creating a huge sinkhole.

These barbarians quickly approached with curiosity.

Chen Jing originally thought that at most they would harvest some meteorites as excellent materials for forging weapons.

Turns out he was wrong.
Chapter completed!