"ah!!"
In the ruins of the ancient heaven, a burly man wearing a golden ancient robe was sitting cross-legged in meditation, and his aura looked very sluggish.
Suddenly, a streak of golden blood spilled from the corner of the man's mouth, he opened his eyes suddenly, and an angry roar echoed throughout Fuso!
"Damn Tongtian, when I take that step, I will definitely avenge that day!"
The golden pupils closed, and a hint of darkness flashed faintly.
Because the old injury had not healed, even though Donghuang Taiyi had the Chaos Bell, he was still beaten severely by Tongtian.
That beating was so severe that it almost shattered Donghuang Taiyi's invincible spirit.
Although the Four Swords of Zhu Xian could not break the Chaos Bell's defense, the all-encompassing sword energy made Donghuang Taiyi extremely embarrassed.
Thinking of Tongtian's mocking look when he left that day, Donghuang Taiyi raised his head and roared again, venting the frustration in his chest.
In the void not far away, a cold and ruthless gaze was vaguely cast towards the sun, and wisps of scarlet silently spread out from the void, heading towards the golden figure in the ruined wall.
...
It has been a month since the Xuanming tribe arrived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
When they first migrated, Xuan Ming had told the tribesmen that the destination of this migration was a bit far away.
The shamans in the Xuanming tribe thought they would go to another big state at most. After all, before they went to Mingze, they lived in Xiniu Hezhou.
But when the spirit boat carrying hundreds of thousands of witches flew in the sky for nearly half a month, and even reached the edge of the West Sea without any intention of stopping, the group of witches finally realized something. Something is wrong.
The familiar breath between heaven and earth made the great witch Qingyou couldn't help but ask Xuan Ming's destination this time again, but the answer she got was that she would know it when she got there.
After the spirit boat flew again on the endless western sea for half a month, a barren and barren land finally came into view of all the Xuanming tribesmen.
After the spirit boat flew into the wilderness, in the extreme west of the land, a sky-high peak began to loom.
Looking at the barren land under their feet and the mountains in the distance exuding a desolate and ancient atmosphere, the Xuanming people finally knew the destination of this migration.
The Great Wilderness was once the base camp of the Wu Clan, with almost half of the Wu Clan living there.
The first place where the Xuanming tribe lived was in the wilderness.
In the wilderness, at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
The three previous tribes of the human race are still surrounded by finished glyphs at the foot of the mountain, and not far in front of the tribe is a huge altar.
At this time, not far to the left of the altar, four or five huge tribes rose from the ground.
Compared with the human tribe, the buildings in the Xuanming tribe are larger and the primitive atmosphere is stronger.
Returning to the ancestral land where they once lived, this group of Xuanming Witch Clan felt very happy.
A woman with elegant temperament and delicate appearance is busy in the tribe in an orderly manner.
A green figure suddenly cut across the sky, heading straight towards a loft in the center of the Xuanming Tribe.
The Xuanming clan members seemed to be accustomed to this figure, and they didn't even raise their heads.
"Sister Xuanming!"
A clear and sweet voice sounded, and the figure landed steadily on the second floor corridor of the attic.
In a room, Xuan Ming was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed.
His chest rose and fell slowly, and with each breath, a seductive and mysterious cinnabar flashed between his eyebrows.
The next moment, the door was pushed open.
A petite figure jumped up to Xuan Ming.
"Sister Xuanming, those seeds have grown!"
"Their leaves are bigger than my real body!"
Qinghe looked at Xuan Ming who was meditating on the bed, shouting and screaming, his face full of excitement.
"It will grow as soon as it grows. Why are you so excited?"
The voice is still gentle and gentle, making people feel a little relieved even when listening to it.
Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Xuan Ming opened his eyes, looked at Qing He in front of him, and shook his head in confusion.
"When humans grow up, they won't have to go hunting every day!"
Qinghe grinned and seemed very happy.
But the next moment, she seemed to have thought of something, and her face suddenly became a little angry again.
"Sir asked me to take care of them when I have nothing to do, but they would rather be bitten to death by wild beasts than ask for my help!"
"I killed those mortal beasts in one fell swoop. I really don't understand what they were thinking."
Since Tang Hao left, Qinghe followed Xuan Ming to Mingze.
Because it took some time for the Xuanming tribe to arrive in the wilderness, the human race was still the same as before. When the food in the tribe was almost eaten, they began to organize people to go out for hunting.
When the Xuanming tribe finally arrived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain a month later, nearly four thousand humans had died due to hunting.
The human race is divided into nature and nurture.
When Nuwa created humans, she didn't just create millions of humans at once. At the beginning, she just fabricated more than 300 human beings.
The human races that followed were derived from more than 300 human races.
These more than 300 people created by Nuwa are the innate human race, and the descendants of the innate human race are all acquired humans.
For example, the Great Wilderness Human Race tribe has a total of more than a dozen innate humans.
It is different from the hundred-year lifespan of those human races the day after tomorrow. Although the innate human race has low cultivation, they have an almost unlimited lifespan.
As long as you don't suffer a fatal blow, you will almost never die with the flesh and blood fabricated by Xi soil, which can be regarded as another way of immortality.
Although 99% of the human race have never seen the Xuanming Witch Clan, through the explanations of some innate humans in the tribe, those acquired humans also know some things in the past.
A long time ago, the Xuanming tribe was not far from the human tribe, and they did not massacre the human tribe like other witch tribes.
Therefore, the human race did not panic about the arrival of the Xuanming tribe, but instead welcomed it.
Not only did he help the Xuanming tribe choose a place for their tribe to settle, but he also helped cut down trees for them.
The human race could clearly hear Tang Hao's previous conversation with Nuwa. These Wu clans are now protected by God just like them.
As long as there is a relationship with Lord God, the human race will be close to him from the heart, even if the other party is a witch race.
Of course, except Qinghe.
These humans remember clearly what Qinghe pointed at the totem of Lord God when he first arrived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
So when Qinghe offered to help with hunting, this group of humans ignored him.
In the room, Xuan Ming couldn't help laughing when he heard Qing He's angry look.
I don't know if it's because Qing He's cute appearance can inspire the maternal nature deep in a woman's heart, but Xuan Ming seems to be very doting on Qing He.
Otherwise, just because Qing He rushed into the room carelessly while she was practicing, Xuan Ming, an ordinary person, would have slapped him out.
"Perhaps they think you have a distinguished status and don't dare to let you help?"
After rubbing the other person's little head, Xuan Ming walked off the bed and walked all the way to the veranda outside the room.
Xuan Ming's graceful body leaned slightly against the railing. Xuan Ming's gaze passed over her people and landed directly on the three human tribes in the distance.
Thoughts began to swirl in his eyes.
It has been more than a month since I arrived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. Since I last parted with Tang Hao, three earth-shaking events have happened in succession.
First, the Kunlun Three Purities established the three religions to educate all things.
Countless creatures in the prehistoric times began to crazily want to join the three religions and become disciples of saints.
Then just one day later, there was another strange noise in Xiniu Hezhou.
Two giant shadows sitting in the sky, the lotus flowers under the seats are filled with Zen, and the forty-eight aspirations shake the whole world!
The way of heaven reappears, the countless merits fall, the bliss of the west emerges, the ancient world... becomes the second saint again!
Before the billions of creatures in the prehistoric world could recover, another scene that shocked almost everyone in the prehistoric world appeared.
Taoist ancestor Hongjun has joined the Tao!
Thinking of the scene that day, Xuan Ming still feels a little suffocated.
The Tao Ancestor was too powerful, so powerful that neither the previous Sanqing nor the later Second Sage of the West could compare with him!
Three Thousand Avenues shook, the long river of time emerged, the sun, moon and stars dimmed!
On that day, Taoist Ancestor Hongjun manifested his true form among thousands of creatures, with an ordinary face, and his eyes seemed to contain the evolution of the birth and death of the heavens and worlds.
There was no oath, no ambition, Daozu Hongjun didn't say a word after he manifested his true form.
After taking one last look at this ancient land, his body disappeared into the three thousand avenues.
"Xiao Qing, do you feel that those human races seem to be a little different?"
In the attic, Xuan Ming looked at the human tribe not far away, seeming to ask and murmur.
"Different? What's the difference?"
After hearing Xuan Ming's words, Qing He walked out of the room and stood on tiptoes, looking at the red clouds in the sky not far away, tilting his head and asking in confusion.
"Don't you think those humans are becoming more and more similar to your master?"
Thinking of the faint aura flowing out of Tang Hao two months ago, Xuan Ming suddenly said with a hazy look in his eyes.
"Besides the prehistoric times, are there any human races?"
