"Lord God...is he also a human race?"
In the wilderness, at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
Zhisheng stood on the altar, looking at the totem that seemed to be clearer on the mountain wall and murmuring.
Behind him, there were more than a dozen figures standing. They were all innate humans from the Zhisheng clan. Dayi, Chongchuan, and Wangshu were among them.
After the hunt, Dayi was the first to notice something strange happened to the totem on the mountain wall.
But before he could inform his people, something happened in the sky!
The endless thunder catastrophe is crushing towards the ancient land. Although most people in the human race cannot see clearly the appearance of the thunder catastrophe from hundreds of millions of miles away, the aura of destruction contained in the thunder pool still makes them feel alive. Cold, soul despair!
No one knew what happened. The thunder catastrophe was too terrifying. The Buzhou Mountain that once collapsed seemed a little inferior in front of the thunder clouds that covered most of the wilderness.
The human race subconsciously called out the name of God, and the next moment, an extremely majestic figure appeared on the top of the world.
The endless and vast thunder calamity seemed a little smaller in front of that figure.
Just when the human race was shocked by the powerful oppression of Tang Hao's true form, a voice that made everyone's souls tremble resounded throughout the world.
"Why can't I be a human?"
The human race...are they the same human race with natural limbs and facial features like them?
Recalling the voice that sounded like divine words in his ears before, Zhisheng's eyes showed a rare look of confusion.
He didn't know whether the human race Tang Hao mentioned was the same as their Zhisheng clan.
At this moment, the totem carved by the human race on the wall of Buzhou Mountain is a little darker than before.
Wisps of black mist continue to flow along the totem lines, and the sun, moon and stars seem to be contaminated with some evil atmosphere.
"Chief, something seems to have happened to the Wu clan."
Just when Zhisheng was looking at the human totem in a daze, Dayi suddenly stepped forward and said in a very solemn tone.
Hearing this, Zhisheng glanced subconsciously towards the Xuanming tribe. The next moment, he frowned tightly, as if he saw something incredible.
...
In the bedroom, Tang Hao had put away the hammer again.
From the outside, the box at the moment was full of cracks and seemed to break if touched.
But if you look carefully, you will find that there is faint fluorescence between those cracks.
These fluorescences are slowly repairing those cracks. Although the speed is extremely slow, they are still being repaired.
In addition to the changes in the glass, the biggest change in the entire box compared to before was that there was an extra black cloud on top of the sand table.
The black clouds rolled, and lightning flashed from time to time.
Under the cover of this layer of black clouds, the sand table cannot be seen as clearly as before.
"Will this calamity stop here forever?"
Looking at the motionless black clouds staying high in the sky above the box, Tang Hao rubbed his brows with a headache.
Before entering the box consciously, all I had to do was focus on somewhere on the sand table.
But now that I can't see anything clearly except the black cloud, how can I devote my consciousness to the wilderness?
Random transmission?
Although Lei Jie has stopped moving, he still has many things to solve.
After thinking about it, Tang Hao decided to give it a try first.
Honghuang definitely wants to go in again. Although he currently has the cultivation level to transcend the tribulation period, except for the two spells given by the leader of Tongtian, he knows nothing else.
The profound energy in his body has reached the critical point, and Tang Hao has a feeling that he may be about to break through here.
The scene of the last breakthrough is still vivid in my mind. The difference from the prehistoric times is that when I crossed the tribulation, I was really just an ordinary monk.
Now that my cultivation level has been forcibly improved by the flat peach wine, I still know nothing about cultivation.
The solution to all this lies in the ancient world, not to mention that there are still many things that I have not dealt with.
The wine promised to Yaochu is still in his arms at this moment, and the Shennong clan himself has not had time to touch it. And Luohu, after he disappears, will he sacrifice the human race again to open the way for his true body to come to the ancient world?
Everything needs to enter the prehistoric world again to solve it.
Thinking of this, Tang Hao looked at the box covered with dark clouds in front of him and no longer hesitated.
His eyes were closed again as before.
But this time, he didn't know where he would be teleported.
The moment Tang Hao closed his eyes, the box in front of him suddenly erupted with a burst of white light.
At the same time, an inexplicable feeling suddenly appeared in Tang Hao's consciousness, as if there were two mysterious lines guiding him.
After hesitating for a moment, Tang Hao looked at one of the cyan lines.
The next moment, the familiar pulling feeling of consciousness struck again.
What Tang Hao didn't know was that when he looked at the cyan lines, his body had disappeared into the bedroom.
Disappearing with him was the broken box that emitted a faint fluorescent light.
...
By the Luoshui River, when Qinghe entered the ancient city, he quickly found an unconscious figure in the ruins.
But when she walked in, she found that the person in front of her was not Xuan Ming at all.
"Why does this guy look so familiar?"
Looking at the man lying in the ruins in front of him, Qinghe, who was about to leave and continue looking for Xuan Ming, suddenly let out a sigh.
She always felt that the man in front of her with his eyes closed and a small and exquisite ancient clock hovering beside him was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
But before she could think about it, the man who was still in a coma seemed to have sensed the aura of some old enemy. His closed eyes suddenly opened, and a gaze that seemed to be able to scorch everything suddenly shot towards Qinghe's body. go.
Buzz!
The moment the man opened his eyes, a small sword pattern suddenly appeared on Qinghe's white and smooth forehead.
The man's gaze was completely absorbed by the small sword pattern, and the next moment, the sword intent filled the surrounding area!
Feeling the familiar sword intent, the man suddenly stood up from the ruins and hid himself, with countless dark lines spreading on his body.
"Tongtian..."
Looking at the slightly helpless little girl in front of him, Dong Huangtai's eyes flashed with a trace of scarlet, and his voice was a little more hoarse and cold than before.
As if some bad memories were brought back, Donghuang's eyes were cold, and he slowly raised his finger towards Qinghe's forehead, "If I can't beat you, can't I break a wisp of your sword intent!?"
Huang Lin's finger was about to reappear. Looking at Dong Huang who slowly raised his finger, Qing He felt chills all over his body and seemed to have forgotten to escape.
The man in front of me is very strong!
Even stronger than Xuan Mingdu!
If the sword intent that suddenly appeared around him hadn't blocked out most of Donghuang Taiyi's aura, Qinghe might have fallen to his knees at the moment!
"Chief, danger!"
Ji Xuanyuan, who followed Qinghe into the city from a distance, looked at Donghuang Taiyi's movements, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to pull away from Shennong in front of him.
But the next moment, his outstretched hand froze in place.
Qing He, who had closed his eyes not far away, seemed to notice something and opened his eyes gently.
As her eyelashes trembled, a familiar back figure came into view.
"First... sir?!"
