Since the battle between Qiongqi and Huangshou that day, Buzhou Mountain fell into calm again.
But today, the calm was broken again.
Hundreds of mountains fell from the sky and hit a plain not far away from Mount Buzhou.
Zhisheng led some tribesmen to the plain, looked up at the 'seed' that was more than a thousand meters high, and his throat throbbed slightly.
Is this the seed from God’s mouth that can grow food?
Don't you have any misunderstandings about the word seed?
Such a big seed, even if they use all their strength, they can't bury it underground!
Tang Hao, who was suspended high in the air, looked at the sweet potato, soybean and sorghum seeds in front of him and twitched the corner of his mouth.
In the past, whether it was the Jiuzhou Sheji Tu or the two Dao-level exercises from Tongtian, after entering reality from the prehistoric times, the proportions returned to normal.
But Tang Hao forgot that after things in reality enter the ancient times, not only the volume will not change, but the quality will also change.
The glacier thrown in before was still standing not far away. After so long, it had only melted a little.
Looking at the behemoth in front of him, Tang Hao rubbed his brows with a headache.
What to do?
Recalling that no matter what he did before, he could achieve it with just a thought. Tang Hao looked at the seeds in front of him and shouted with some uncertainty: "Become normal!"
...
The seeds were motionless.
"Sir, not only do these humans have no cultivation, but their bodies are also extremely small. How can they hold these seeds?"
Seeing Tang Hao reappear, Qinghe disappeared from the tree trunk, and his figure came to Tang Hao again.
After several contacts, Qinghe discovered that Tang Hao was not aloof like other top figures, but was actually very talkative.
The little girl's temperament returned again. Looking at the human race under such a child, she covered her mouth and smiled foolishly.
Hearing Qing He's words, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Tang Hao's face.
Fortunately, he was covered by the energy of chaos, so no one saw his embarrassment.
This time I was careless!
Tang Hao sighed and was about to think of another way when Qing He's voice sounded again.
"These seeds are probably enough for the Witch Clan to plant."
"Those witch clans look like giants, they are so scary!"
Looking at the seeds in front of him that he had never seen before, Qinghe touched his chin, blinked his big eyes and suddenly murmured.
When Tang Hao heard Qing He's words, his eyes suddenly lit up.
yes!
These seeds may be a little out of reach in front of the human race, but in the eyes of some creatures, they are nothing more than that.
For example, the witch clan in the past was only a little taller than the human race, but the witch clan could manifest its true form.
The true form of each Wu clan reaches a height of several thousand meters, and some powerful ones are even tens of thousands of meters high!
If the Witch Clan could be invited to help plant it, the food grown from these seeds would probably be enough to feed these humans for decades!
However, I don’t know this witch clan, how can I get the other party to help?
Thinking of this, Tang Hao lowered his head again and began to think.
Rather than stuffing some poultry into the wilderness, it would be better to figure out how to successfully plant these seeds.
The size of items outside the box will not change after entering the wilderness. Let alone a pig, even a chicken, it is estimated that the entire wilderness cannot contain many.
Since the Lich War, the entire Witch Clan has been in decline.
The rest of the Wu clan have also gone into hiding. Where can I find them?
His thoughts were running rapidly, and Tang Hao suddenly thought that there was a tribe in the Wu Clan that seemed to have been living in the wilderness since its birth, and it had never been extinct.
Houtu.
A name flashed in Tang Hao's mind.
In the prehistoric times, all the former witch tribes disappeared in the prehistoric times because of the demise of their ancestor witches.
Only the Houtu tribe survived.
It is said that after Houtu transformed into the Six Paths, the Houtu tribe entered the Nine Netherworld from the beginning, and has been located on the banks of the River Styx for generations.
Jiuyou... Thinking of the deepest place in this legendary prehistoric world, Tang Hao looked at the earth.
The next moment, under Tang Hao's gaze, the originally thick earth suddenly became transparent.
A mysterious world appeared in Tang Hao's eyes.
Loneliness, silence, coldness, nothingness.
All kinds of atmospheres fill this mysterious world.
It seems that no light can touch this place, and everything is filled with a strange and tragic failure.
In the desolation, a big river flows quietly from the void, passing through this world and heading towards an unknown place without end.
Like the legendary Huangquan, the river twists and turns, as if bidding farewell to life with every step.
In Hanoi, countless skeletons and ghosts floated up and down, and their hazy roars loomed, adding a bit of eerieness to this dead space.
Looking at this scene, Tang Hao's pupils shrank.
Is this...the legendary Nine Netherlands?
Um? what is that?
At this moment, a section of the river caught Tang Hao's attention.
I saw that the originally dark river water suddenly turned scarlet when passing somewhere.
As the waves rolled and collided, they began to move towards the void, and a huge sea of blood floated quietly in the void.
Beneath the sea of blood, countless strange-looking creatures knelt down. These creatures either had two horns on their heads or had long tails behind them.
These creatures, both male and female, are all extremely handsome in appearance, and the evil aura exuding from their bodies is no less than that of the previous Qiongqi!
What race is this?
Looking at this group of creatures, Tang Hao felt a little surprised in his heart.
Isn't this the legendary Houtu tribe?
It doesn't look like it either.
"who?"
At this moment, an extremely cold voice seemed to pass through Jiuyou and sounded in Tang Hao's ears.
In the darkness above the monstrous sea of blood, two extremely scarlet pupils suddenly opened.
"Huh? Dare I ask who your friend is? Why are you spying on my land of Styx?"
The next moment, the scarlet gaze suddenly froze, and the voice changed from cold to full of fear.
In the land of Jiuyou, Ancestor Minghe woke up from his deep sleep when he noticed Tang Hao's gaze.
Without any explanation, he snorted coldly at first.
Then Patriarch Styx looked straight at Honghuang with his extremely domineering gaze.
He wanted to see who dared to spy on his land of Styx so blatantly.
Following that prying gaze, the vague figure on a plain outside Buzhou Mountain soon came into the eyes of Ancestor Styx.
What's this? !
His eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he was shocked.
Countless black and yellow qi and chaotic qi are intertwined together, and the avenue seems to be roaring around it!
Looking at the figure that looked like a god and a demon, Patriarch Styx was shocked, and a doubt arose.
Who is this?
How come I have never heard of an existence of this level?
On the plain, Tang Hao was stunned for a moment when he heard a sudden sound in his ears, and then reacted suddenly.
The land of Styx?
Listening to the voice in his ear, a name suddenly flashed in Tang Hao's mind.
Didn’t he see the legendary Ancestor of Styx?
Perhaps because he became friends with Tongtian, Tang Hao didn't feel too nervous after meeting a famous figure in the prehistoric world again.
After calming down a little, Tang Hao did not immediately reply to Patriarch Styx, but first signaled to Zhisheng, who was looking at him at his feet, to wait.
Then, his eyes looked at the earth again, reaching the deepest part of the Nine Netherworld.
"My name is God, and I have come to seek my descendants!"
My name is God, and I come to seek the land behind me!
Tang Hao's voice seemed to come from above the nine heavens, passing through the blue and yellow springs, and exploded throughout the entire Jiuyou!
