"Xia Zizhao, Xia Zixi, everyone, I'm back." The embodiment of Du Zhe's long hair, 'Du Zhe', returned to the tribe and shouted to the children.

The white clothes are fluttering, the black hair moves with the wind, and a face that looks exactly the same as the original Du Zhe, making these children completely think that he is Du Zhe himself. It should be said that he is indeed Du Zhe, but Du Zhe is not him.

"Brother Du, is this the case in the first generation of the human race?" A child asked Du Zhe, and his big eyes looked at Du Zhe with anticipation, eager to hear what Du Zhe said about it.

"Xiao Ziya, don't worry, wait for me to sit down and then slowly talk to you about the living environment of the first generation of human races." touched Ziya's little head, picked her up and the rest of the children who were looking at him with anticipation, and walked to the stone chair not far away.

Although they said that they were abandoned by the first generation of Terrans, they did not hate them in their hearts, because in their memories, it was the first generation of Terrans who gave them life, and their hearts were full of admiration and yearning for them.

The world of children is so simple, black and white, the first generation of the human race gave them life, and they naturally have a great affection for the first generation of the human race. Unlike Du Zhe, he has complex thinking.

……

While adding fuel and vinegar to the first generation, he introduced the traces of the first generation of human race and their attitudes.

"Brother Zizhe is so powerful, even the first generation of the human race is not your opponent." Xia Zixi heard Du Zhe say that the 'deity' was slightly better than the first generation of the human race, and he clapped his hands and looked at Du Zhe with a red face, as if he was excited by Du Zhe's bravery.

Not only Xia Zixi, but also other children were also full of reverence, and they also looked at Du Zhe with a red face, the first generation of the human race was unattainable in their hearts, they could only watch from a distance, and Du Zhe could be more powerful than the first generation of the human race, and the status in their hearts was greatly improved to a little higher than the first generation of the human race. The highest status in their hearts is the human ancestor, and no one can compare with it, or except for Du Zhe, the highest status in the hearts of any human race is the human ancestor, which is also something that Du Zhe can't understand.

"Okay, having said that, you have to prepare to be cultivated by me next." Seeing that they still had some unfinished meanings, Du Zhe said out loud. Let them let out a wailing wolf howl, since they were subdued by Du Zhe's iron fists, they have been led by Du Zhe. Once Du Zhe used an excuse to let them cultivate, but in the end, they all beat Du Zhe, and finally ended up with a blue nose and swollen face.

"Don't cry wolf so much, this time is different from the last time, this time is to let you break through the immortal realm." Du Zhe showed a hint of evil smile, making the group of children show trembling eyes like little white rabbits, and they didn't dare to object.

"Although it may make your qualifications a little lower, but for the sake of the future, you can only do this." Du Zhe saw this group of innocent and immaculate children and said secretly. Congenital defects can be made up for the day after tomorrow, and there are defects in their bodies, and Du Zhe can only make up for them by some means.

In the later life, even an ant-like existence could be cultivated into an existence comparable to the Immortal Realm, and Du Zhe was confident that he could cultivate this group of children into the Immortal Realm, and then take them to the Flood Wilderness to open another portal.

"Gather here at this time tomorrow, Zixi, remember to call all the people." Du Zhe said to Xia Zixi.

"Yes, Brother Du." Xia Zixi nodded in agreement.

"Then go back and prepare, there will be no time for you to move freely in the next few years." Waving his hand to let them go back, Du Zhe had a hint of heaviness in his eyes.

Congenital deficiencies, acquired to make up for it is easy to say, but not easy to do. Even the deity would have to waste a lot of effort, not to mention that he was just a trace of Du Zhe's long hair.

After they left, Du Zhe returned to his abode and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed to contact the Buddha-figure who was far away in Buzhou Mountain.

"Did you get it?" Du Zhe asked the deity. With a space-time mirror, Du Zhe can communicate with the deity across countless spatial distances.

"What's the matter? Go ahead. A voice said.

"I'm going to borrow a space-time mirror, and now my strength is not enough." Du Zhe is not polite, both of them are himself, so naturally he does not need to be polite, because the space-time mirror is carried by the deity, and without the consent of the deity, Du Zhe can't get it and can't use it.

There was no reply, and a gray mirror suddenly appeared in front of Du Zhe.

"Thank you." Without a little politeness to take the space-time mirror, Du Zhe said to the deity who could not be heard in Buzhou Mountain.

Facing the space-time mirror, the magic seal in Du Zhe's hand was ever-changing, countless mystical aura emanated from the magic seal, and the gray space-time mirror began to fluctuate a little.

The fluctuations of the space-time mirror became bigger and bigger, causing a trace of cold sweat to appear on Du Zhe's forehead, and his face looked at the space-time mirror with a solemn face, and his face was also a little pale.

"Hopefully this time it will be successful." A one-person whirlpool appeared in front of Du Zhe, and Du Zhe, who had consumed too much, said.

There was no more language, Du Zhe stepped into the whirlpool, the heavens and the earth rotated, time and space were intertwined, and the time of hundreds of thousands of years in his eyes flashed in Du Zhe's eyes in an instant, allowing Du Zhe to see vague and inexplicable events happening.

"Where is this?"

An incomparably huge city, not more than millions of zhang high, with no end in sight for the long connection, countless powerful breaths emitted from the city walls, shocking all directions.

Everyone's aura made Du Zhe feel like a great enemy, all of them far beyond the strength of the Immortal Realm.

"What era have I come in?" Looking at the unfamiliar scenery around him, Du Zhe whispered.

"Burial God City!" Looking at the three big characters, the intention of killing invaded Du Zhe, as if the will of countless strong men crossed over towards Du Zhe across the infinite space to kill, but it seemed that Du Zhe was not the target of killing, and the illusion of that moment disappeared.

"It's dangerous." Du Zhe opened his mouth and said, it was not an illusion just now, if he was a god, he would definitely face a thunderous kill.

"Here we are." A figure appeared in front of Du Zhe and said.

"Well, here we are." Seeing that he had the same face as himself, Du Zhe responded with a smile.

"This is not the place to talk." Stretched out his hand to grab Du Zhe, held Du Zhe lightly in his hand, and with his other hand, he cut the space and walked directly into it and disappeared.

"That lord just now, I was not mistaken." After the two left, a strong man on the city wall used his divine thoughts to communicate with the strong man not far away.

"No, because I also saw it, I didn't expect that the adult is still there, he is a legend that has been passed down by our human race." A thought replied.

"As long as this Lord is still around, then we are not without hope of resisting the Protoss." Another divine thought also interjected to communicate with each other.

"Yes, he was included in the list of must-kill by the Protoss, and the Protoss who was buried by that lord was more than the more than 100,000 Protoss we killed."

“…… It has the name of 'God Butcher'. ”