In the wilderness, at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
It was the end of another hunting day, and Shigechuan, the innate human race, was at the front of the team. His scarred upper body was very dazzling under the sunset.
At this time, his shoulder was holding a hemp rope as thick as his wrist. Behind the hemp rope, a wild bull as high as a hill was wrapped around it.
Looking at the looming fireworks at the foot of Buzhou Mountain in the distance, Chongchuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and shouted to the tribesmen behind him, "Work harder, we will be at the tribe soon!"
"Haha, brother Shigechuan, why do you look more like a witch than me?"
At this moment, a burst of heroic laughter sounded. Not far from Chongchuan, several men with witch marks on their faces were also dragging several beasts, but compared to Chongchuan, they seemed much more relaxed.
Looking at Chongchuan, which exuded a strong wild atmosphere under the setting sun, a man from the Xuanming Witch Clan sighed.
Hearing this, the other Wu Clan men nodded in agreement, "There is also Brother Dayi, whose archery skills are so clean and neat that he kills every time with one hit!"
Another witch turned to look at a man with a cold face and a big bow on the side of the team, with strange colors in his eyes.
Although the cultivation realm of Chongchuan and Dayi in front of them was nothing compared to them, their temperaments were not at all like those of a mortal creature.
When Shigekawa was fighting against beasts that were hundreds or even a thousand times taller than him, the violent aura he exuded was even more like that of the Witch Clan than the Witch Clan.
Although Dayi did not have as big a visual impact as Chongchuan, his thunderous strength was accompanied by hair-thin and precise archery skills, which even the well-informed Wu Clan had seen for the first time.
Hearing the admiration of these witch clansmen, Shigechuan grinned, revealing his strong white teeth. The wild aura that hit his face made these witch clansmen seem to know the human race again.
Dayi still had a serious look on his face, with a pair of eyes as calm as water on his sharp cheeks.
Looking at the few Wu clansmen who were helping the human hunting team drag the prey, his eyes couldn't help but look towards Mount Buzhou under the setting sun in the distance.
The magnificent and mysterious totem comes into view, holding the sun, moon and stars in the hand, the magnificent blue luan spreading its wings, and the four long swords seem to penetrate the past and the future!
Since that day when Xuan Ming killed thousands of witch clansmen who had insulted the human race in anger, the attitude of the entire Xuan Ming witch clan towards the human race has undergone a 180-degree change!
Not only does he no longer have the arrogant attitude he once had, he will also put aside his dignity to actively help the human race.
For example, when we went hunting this time, four or five Wu clansmen who had reached the realm of true immortals actively requested to join the hunting team.
Because Zhisheng sensed that his realm was loose, he rarely chose to retreat. This time it was Dayi who led the hunting team.
Facing the requests of several witch clansmen, Dayi agreed after thinking for a moment.
The changes in the Wu clan during this period were also seen by Yi. He knew very well that the change in the attitude of the Wu clan was not because Xuan Ming killed thousands of people in anger.
All this is because the human race has a backer that the Wu race can never afford to offend!
Looking through the few clouds and mists, looking at the totems carved bit by bit by the human race on the mountain wall, a hint of reverence flashed in Dayi's eyes.
When the hunting team went out this time, the number of casualties was the lowest in history, with only a few dozen people lost.
Without the protection of God, Dayi could not imagine how the human race, which had experienced so many hardships and suffered a sharp decline in numbers, could continue to survive in the extremely dangerous wilderness!
"Notify the people and ask the tribesmen to come out to get food. This time, everyone will have a share!"
Chongchuan's rough voice brought Dayi back to reality from his thoughts. After several days and nights of long journey, the hunting team finally returned to the outside of the town.
Shaking his head, Dayi was about to look away, but suddenly, he seemed to have seen something, and his brows frowned slightly.
Under the setting sun, I saw a faint scarlet color around the totem that exuded a mysterious and ancient aura.
Wisps of black mist emerged from the scarlet and slowly spread towards the entire totem!
"What is this?"
...
"Your name is God?"
A voice so cold that it seemed as if there was no emotion at all sounded from a monstrous demonic figure. Looking at the young man in front of him who was enveloped in a faint golden light, Luo Hu smiled.
"A very nice name."
Shaking his head, the darkness that could swallow up all the light in the world suddenly rose up from behind Luo Hu, and gradually covered Tang Hao's entire consciousness.
"I originally thought of using the blood of hundreds of millions of people to open the way for me to return to the ancient world. I didn't expect that you are so confident that you dare to swallow even a ray of my will."
Luo Hu's voice echoed in this dark space. The next moment, a dark ocean rose under his feet. The waves rolled and collided, and continuously washed away towards a figure not far away.
Looking at the original demon in front of him who seemed to come from the deepest part of hell, Tang Hao frowned.
At first, he just wanted to use Xuantian Nine Transformations to absorb Ning Fengzi's attack and increase the profound strength in his body.
Who would have thought that the seemingly scorching fireball actually contained an extremely cold aura!
This aura was filled with all kinds of negative emotions. Before Tang Hao could react, Xuantian Jiubian automatically took it into his body.
The waves of darkness kept washing over the incarnation of Tang Hao's will, as if trying to assimilate him.
Looking at the demonic shadow in front of him that seemed to come from the deepest part of darkness, Tang Hao spoke, "Demon Ancestor...Luo Hu?"
On the surface, Tang Hao still looked calm and calm, but in his heart, there was already a storm.
Damn it!
I actually met the legendary Demon Ancestor Rahu!
Why does such a terrifying existence appear on the banks of the small Luoshui River?
What does it mean to sacrifice hundreds of millions of people to open the way back to the prehistoric times?
"Yes, it's me."
It seems that Luo Hu also knows that Tang Hao's consciousness cannot be swallowed up for a while, so he doesn't mind chatting with Tang Hao for a few more words.
After all, there are not many people in this world who can talk to him on an equal footing.
Looking at Tang Hao, who had a calm expression even though he was surrounded by countless dark wills, Luo Hu's face hidden in the darkness began to gradually emerge.
There was a hint of interest on his ordinary face, "I have been to many other worlds, but compared to the prehistoric times, those worlds are still a little behind."
With a slight smile on his face, Luo Hu waved his hand, and the stone table and bench appeared out of thin air on the dark sea.
"I'm very curious about what kind of world can produce a strong man of your level."
Stretching out his hand, Luo Hu motioned Tang Hao to take a seat. From the beginning to the end, there was a faint smile on his face.
After a moment of silence, Tang Hao moved forward and sat down at the stone table.
The ocean beneath their feet has subsided, but there are still countless dark runes around them that are constantly attacking the golden light around Tang Hao.
"You are just a ray of will, so you are so sure that you can refine me?" After sitting down, Tang Hao raised his eyes slightly.
Looking at the countless dark runes, a mysterious pattern flashed in his pupils. The next moment, an extremely domineering aura appeared in the consciousness space and began to chase those dark runes.
"Nine Transformations of Xuantian?"
Looking at the domineering aura chasing the dark runes, Luo Hu smiled and didn't care, and continued, "I am a ray of will, but you are not?"
A tea set suddenly appeared on the stone table, and Luo Hu personally filled a cup for Tang Hao, "Those guys are deliberately trying to prevent me from coming back, but how do they know that the prehistoric era is no longer the prehistoric era."
The teacup is an ordinary teacup, and the tea is ordinary tea.
Looking at Tang Hao, whose brows were slightly wrinkled, Luo Hu picked up the tea cup, and a very profound light flashed in his ordinary eyes: "Although there are some parts of you that even I can't see through, you are from outside the world after all. Far away."
"I know I may not be able to defeat you, but this is the place where I was born."
The implication is that although Tang Hao is mysterious and unpredictable, it is nothing more than a projection of consciousness.
As a creature born in the ancient wilderness, the Demon Ancestor has innate advantages.
"Actually, I don't have to swallow this ray of your will, but..."
Luo Hu paused for a moment and drank the tea in the cup, "You have to promise me not to interfere in this matter."
"A killing should last forever!"
