The demons are not good at pursuing the truth. Their spiritual realm is far lower than that of ordinary Taoism. They only practice their strength but not the law. This is a demon. If they can turn to practice the spiritual realm, they will not be called a demon.

Unless in these few days, Lin Qiu practiced his spiritual realm as hard as he could surpass Yao Meng, otherwise Yao Meng would definitely not lose to him.

However, if you think about it carefully, your master can borrow divine objects such as the Holy Dao Monument to greatly improve your skills. This uncle may have some tricks? It is probably not impossible to make Lin Qiu's spiritual cultivation improve greatly.

Therefore, Yao Meng did not dare to take it lightly, and soon fell into his mind, took back all his consciousness and entered into a state of meditation.

On the other side, Lin Qiu opened his eyes and glanced at Yao with a sharp look, then closed his eyes and entered into meditation. Although the demons were not good at meditation and meditation, it did not mean that they did not know much.

Just compared to entering into meditation? That's so simple?

Everyone on the mountain was a little confused. It is possible to enter into meditation at this level of state, not to mention ten or eight years, thousands of years, thousands of years. Could it be that they really wait here for thousands of years?

Even Su Hang was wondering in his heart, what was Lin Xuan doing? What was so special about the Heart Test Stone?

"Buzz!"

Just when everyone was confused, they saw the heart test stone in the field suddenly vibrated slightly, and a ripples appeared. They swept through the two people in the field in an instant, hit the shield, and swung back in an instant.

When Su Hang saw this, he frowned slightly, as if he could feel something wrong.

...

Yao Meng was calming down and practicing calmly, when suddenly a buzzing sound came from his ears, which made people dizzy and pulled him out of his meditation.

When I opened my eyes, the scene in front of me changed. Sitting under the towering mountain, there was a small mountain village tribe. There was little smoke in the tribe, and the atmosphere of the countryside was everywhere.

Canglang Mountain? This is the Canglang Tribe?

The surrounding scenes were familiar and far away for Yao Meng. He actually returned to his hometown of Canglang Tribe, 30 million years ago. Every grass, tree, person and thing was so familiar.

Yao Meng walked into the tribe, with men and women, young and old, hunting up the mountain, collecting fruits and vegetables, sitting in front of the house, sewing clothes with animal fur, and playing and playing around on the village road.

Uncle Niu, Grandma Xiong, Erzhuzi, Gen'er, Dan'er, Maomao... familiar faces came into Yao Meng's eyes, completely pulling Yao Meng's thoughts back to that era.

Are you all still alive? Am I back?

"Ah? The young leader is back!" An aunt who was drying clothes shouted in surprise when she saw Yao Meng.

Everyone seemed to see a giant panda, and immediately put down their work and ran towards Yao Meng.

Yao Meng was stunned and now in the same place. How many times have such a scene happened in her dream?

Everyone surrounded Yao Meng in the middle, talking nonsense, and shouting, each face full of joy and excitement.

"Meng'er is back?"

Yao Meng stayed in place without saying anything. At this time, a voice came, and then a Tu Xingsun came out. It was Yao Meng's father, Yao's leader of the Canglang tribe, angry.

Yaonu saw Yao Meng, her face was filled with joy, everything was so harmonious.

"Class leader, patriarch, it's not good, patriarch..."

At this moment, a rapid voice came. Everyone followed the sound and saw a tribe member running in from the entrance of the village in panic.

"Why are you so panicked?" Yao frowned angryly, and her small body exuded a powerful majesty.

The tribe was tripped by something, and fell to the ground with a thud and quickly got up again. His dirty face was filled with horror, "Class leader, it's not good, I, my third uncle, he, is he dead?"

"Hmm?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, obviously a little surprised.

"Dead?" Yao frowned angryly.

The tribe said, "In the morning, my father and I got a dead pig from the river outside. We roasted some for lunch. As a result, my third uncle vomited blood after just two bites... Cough cough... Cough cough... Puff..."

As the tribe said, he started coughing violently. As soon as he coughed a few times, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down on his back.

"ah?"

Everyone was frightened and spread a circle. The people of the tribe twitched a few times, spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood, and then disappeared.

Just died like this? Before everyone could figure out what was going on, they saw a black air rising from the clan’s body, like a faint black cloud, scattering towards the four directions.

"Be careful!" Yao was angry and knew that the thing was definitely not a good thing, so she shouted immediately. However, it was too late. There were only such ordinary people present, and there were not many of them who had the cultivation level. They could hide from them. Almost instantly, they were entangled by the black air.

"Ahem, ahem..."

For a moment, men, women, young and old started coughing, as if they could be contagious. Soon after, they vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"Save, help, young patriarch, save me..."

"Run, run!"

"Meng'er, why are you still standing there? Come and help save people for your father!"

The entire tribe was almost in a mess, with coughing and screaming, and the clans fell down one by one, and those terrifying and hideous faces were simply terrifying.

Yao was shouting angrily, and the familiar faces were shouting to him for help, but Yao Meng was standing there all the time, motionless, as if she was afraid of breaking the tranquility of this moment.

Thirty million years ago, the disaster that caused the Canglang tribe and that plague disaster were always the eternal pain in Yaonu's heart. Even if he sometimes dreamed, he would not dare to recall it.

The tribe that was still very harmonious just now, in this moment, there were corpses everywhere, screaming and screaming everywhere. The heart-wrenching shouts were really heartbreaking.

"Meng'er, help save people quickly. If you sit down and learn Taoism by the great god Pangu, there will definitely be a way to save them..."

Yao's rushing shout came from beside him.

Yao Meng shook her head, smiled bitterly and said to herself, "After so many years, I am very satisfied to see you again."

After saying that, the sound in his ears gradually drifted away, and the scenes around him slowly faded away. When he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, there was no place in the Canglang tribe, which was clearly on the arena of Qintai Mountain.

It turned out that the heart test stone was aroused by the inner demon, which made Yao suddenly recall those unbearable pasts.
Chapter completed!