In the next moment, a smile appeared on the Cyclops' face.

Although he didn't know what it was, he was able to tell that it was a good thing.

"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow..."

The Cyclops yelled at Xu Long a few times, and then walked towards the largest house of the tribe with the corpse of the Naga Snake Clan.

"What is he talking about?"

Feng Qingyang and the others looked bewildered, completely unaware of what they were calling.

"I don't know, but there should be no malice."

Xu Long said, and then waited for the other party to come back.

Almost half a minute later, a white-haired cyclops walked slowly over with a cane.

The skinning giant from before followed very modestly, not daring to urge him at all.

There is no doubt that this old Cyclops has a very high status, and he should be the kind that is respected in the clan.

"Huaxia clansman...you...well..."

The old Cyclops spoke intermittently, both because he was old and because he was not proficient in the language.

"Hello, people from Sanmiao."

Xu Long responded and heard the old Cyclops' ears, and those cloudy old eyes lit up immediately.

Huaxia, Sanmiao, and Dongyi are all the main veins of human beings. Xu Long knows that Sanmiao must not be an ordinary person.

"How...how did you...come here...in...outside...how..."

Cyclops' words were a bit jerky, but Xu Long could understand what he wanted to express.

Chapter 359 The Heart of Defense is Indispensable

"Outside?"

Hearing what the old giant said, Xu Long probably had a guess in his heart.

These cyclops may be like the people in Peach Blossom Spring, who lived in seclusion here to avoid the war.

"The situation outside is very bad. We must solve all threats, otherwise once they accumulate, it will be beyond redemption."

Xu Long briefly talked about the troubles in the main world, and then asked: "I don't know which era you are from, and what is the situation here."

"We..."

When the old Cyclops said this, he suddenly stopped talking, but looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, as if he was recalling the glorious years of the past, lamenting that his age was getting old and his youth was no longer.

"Ow..."

The Cyclops next to him was very embarrassed and seemed to want to explain something.

But he can't speak Chinese, and Xu Long and others couldn't understand him at all.

Ever since, everyone started to feel embarrassed.

After a silence of almost ten seconds, the old Cyclops finally spoke again.

"I'm sorry... I'm old... easy to... distracted..."

"It's okay, it's okay, just talk slowly."

Xu Long wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, feeling very painful.

But having said that, I don't actually blame the old Cyclops.

In the case of no one to communicate with, I can still remember how to say it in Chinese, which is already very powerful.

Slowly, talking and thinking, and occasionally going back and talking again, it took more than an hour for Xu Long to understand what was going on.

Including several other tribes, all the creatures here have lived here since ancient times, that is, the era of conferring gods.

From the calculation of the development of heaven and earth, it can be roughly divided into three stages.

In the ancient times, the Great Destruction.

In the ancient times, the battle between the new gods and the old gods.

In ancient times, ghosts and demons were rampant.

Three eras, three shocking battles, countless strong people died, countless races perished, and the main world was also shattered.

The Cyclops is just a very weak branch of the Sanmiao race. In order to avoid becoming cannon fodder in the Battle of the Conferred Gods and then genocide, the original Cyclops decided to stay away from right and wrong.

They found a small piece of the core of the world, and then built the secret realm here based on it.

Several other small races came to the door after they noticed it, paid a lot of benefits, and were allowed to enter together.

I don't know how long the time in the main world has passed. Cyclops and several other races have been living here.

This small world is huge, and because it has a small world core, it can barely support itself.

But even so, their cultivation is still declining.

Such a small piece of the core of the world cannot support a high level, including the once powerful Cyclops, all of them have regressed to the current situation.

The same is true for those huge monsters, and they are even worse than Cyclops.

Because it belongs to the spirit of animals, without cultivation base, even IQ can't be maintained.

Generation after generation, it becomes a powerful beast.

"How...how did you...come here...in...outside...how..."

After another tens of seconds of silence, the old Cyclops spoke suddenly, with a hint of longing in his cloudy eyes.

Xu Long: "???"

Everyone was dumbfounded, what happened, didn't they just say it.

"We..."

The old Cyclops said something to himself, and then looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, as if recalling the glorious years of the past, lamenting that the age is getting old and youth is no longer.

"Fuck!"

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