"Huh? What is this?"
In the rental house, when Tang Hao took out a section of the hill from the box, he suddenly found that one section of the mountain seemed to be contaminated with something.
Tang Hao picked up the magnifying glass and looked at it with some doubts. He saw some small people with withered bodies embedded in the mountain.
"Where did this villain come from?"
Looking at the mountain in his hand with some surprise, Tang Hao subconsciously turned his attention to the box.
I saw that something seemed to be crushed under the mountain that I had just picked up.
"Are you so reluctant to smash it?"
Shaking his head with some pity, Tang Hao took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the mountain in his hand.
After wiping, Tang Hao put the mountain and the paper towel aside and began to grab another section of the mountain on the sand table.
The mountain that was broken into four parts was quickly taken out by Tang Hao.
After tearing off a few pieces of tape, Tang Hao carefully assembled them according to the fracture patterns of the mountain.
Not long after, a new mountain appeared again.
Looking at the arm-long hill covered with tape in his hand, Tang Hao nodded with some satisfaction.
Although compared with the natural scenery before, the hill now looks a bit bumpy.
But at least they were put back together.
The changes in the box happened after the little red-haired man broke the mountain.
Tang Hao estimated that this hill was some mechanism that supported the operation of the box. Because it was broken by the villain, the sand table became a little chaotic.
After some observation, Tang Hao was about to insert the hill back in, but suddenly he seemed to think of something.
After placing the hill on the ground, he turned around and started searching in the room again.
Soon Tang Hao came to the box again with half a bottle of 502 glue.
"Add some glue to hold it firmly so it doesn't fall down and break other things."
After muttering to himself, Tang Hao picked up the mountain again and smeared a ball of transparent glue on the bottom.
Done!
Putting down the glue, Tang Hao observed the sand table again.
After determining the exact location, Tang Hao picked up the hill and headed straight for the original place!
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The ancient world.
Thirty-three days away in Wuji Heaven, Hongjun was sitting cross-legged in the Zixiao Palace with an unusually solemn expression.
After receiving the message from Tiandao, he suppressed his inner uneasiness and did not take action.
In the end, the big hand did not make any extraordinary move, but instead grasped the broken mountains in its hands!
Then the big hand began to rise into the sky and disappeared thirty-three days away, as if it had never appeared.
Thinking of the previous scene, Hongjun is still a little confused.
Who does this big hand that suddenly appears belong to?
Why did he take away the broken Buzhou Mountain?
Also, why did Tiandao, who had never had any emotional fluctuations, feel a trace of... fear when Tiandao transmitted messages to him before?
You must know that no matter whether it was the ferocious beast that almost killed all the creatures in the ancient world, or Luo Hu, who almost changed the ancient cultivation system and destroyed the world and achieved enlightenment, they never caused any emotional fluctuations in the way of heaven!
The two Lich clans shattered the continent and Buzhou Mountain was destroyed. Tiandao just lightly reminded Hongjun that he didn't need to pay attention.
Except for the great god Pangu who was born at the beginning of chaos and opened up all the heavens and worlds.
Hongjun really couldn't think of anyone else who could actually scare the Heavenly Dao that evolved from the world! ?
"Huh?! Again?"
At this moment, Hongjun, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, suddenly stood up and looked outside the endless sky!
A wild land.
Buzhou Mountain, which once towered over the sky, is now only a few kilometers long.
In an open space not far from the bottom of the mountain, there are human tribes that have long been in dilapidated condition.
Because of their lack of cultivation, almost half of the millions of people who have lived at the foot of Mount Buzhou for generations died!
Although Buzhou Mountain was taken away by the big hand before, the riots in the world are still continuing.
Seeing the tragic death of one clan member after another, several tribal leaders fell to their knees and called out the name of Saint Nuwa in sorrow.
But no matter how many leaders prayed, Nuwa never appeared!
They are just ants living on a primitive continent, and no one cares about their life or death.
"The saint is unkind and has created a great ruin for our human race!"
"The unkindness of heaven and earth has prevented my human race from doing anything!"
"Are we human beings just a means used by saints to become saints?"
"Are we human beings born to be food for monsters and beasts?"
The unwilling and sad voice echoed at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
A tribal leader wearing an animal robe watched his people die one by one, and he couldn't help but let out a bloody roar in the sky!
No one responded to him.
The fire is still burning and the strong wind is still raging!
The human race is inherently weak, and in this ancient continent where strength is determined by birth and feet, they can only be reduced to the lowest level of ants!
"If there really is a god in the world, would he be willing to save our people from dire straits?"
"My clan will serve you forever and respect you as a totem!"
As one of the three human leaders first created by Nuwa, Zhisheng's inner respect for Nuwa gradually dissipated.
He now finally understood that the creation of the human race was just a means for Nuwa to gain merit and become a saint.
Saints do not account for cause and effect, and will exist forever in the long river of time.
The survival of the human race?
Since she has become a saint, how can Nuwa care?
Zhisheng's roar spread throughout the wilderness, and many creatures in the wilderness heard the oath.
However, in today's prehistoric times, very few people know the power of faith.
The oath of using the strength of the clan to serve him and respecting him as a totem did not attract the attention of those powerful creatures.
Zhisheng fell to his knees, listening to the screams from the clansmen in his ears, his body wrapped in animal skins could not help but tremble!
Since the birth of the human race, the human race has experienced countless hardships.
From the very beginning of being naked, to now storing fire and building a tribe.
They resisted floods, fought against wild beasts, fought against heaven and earth!
Although weak, suffering has not erased the unyielding heart of the human race!
But why is God still unwilling to let go of the human race? !
It was obviously a war between the two lich clans, but it resulted in the death of countless humans!
Now that the war is over, the Wu clan will break through the Buzhou Mountain, causing elemental riots and chaos in the world!
What did their human race do wrong? !
"Clan leader, look!"
At this moment, a trembling voice came from behind Zhi Sheng.
Zhisheng raised his head, his weather-beaten eyes filled with confusion for the first time.
But the next moment, confusion turned into shock!
I saw that the big hand that originally removed the mountain that was suppressing the tribe and disappeared into the sky actually appeared again!
And this time, the big hand is holding on to an...unattainable mountain!
Zhisheng stood blankly on the dilapidated land, looking up at the giant hand in the starry sky heading straight towards the wilderness!
This is the immortal in the sky...did he hear his oath?
