On the top of the mountain, next to the mud pit of creation, Ye Qingpan sits here, and the water and fire in his palm are entangled in one place, but it is the ancestral witch who respects the water and fire together.

"Killing the two great ancestral witches, coupled with the merit of replenishing the heavens from Nuwa this time, is just used to build the foundation of the road to heaven."

The golden light in his hand flowed, turning into a wisp of golden spring and pouring into the mud pit of creation, making many treasures in it incessantly roaring, and bursts of the sound of great luck resounded between the mountains, making all the human races worship the ground.

A hundred years of time, with a flick of the fingers, as the golden light of merit finally filled the mud pit of creation, the pure world of white lotus in it, as if taking root, swayed into a vast white light, and a simple large painting on it jumped out.

The life of infinite creatures, turning ink dots into the bottom, the long river of history stretches upward, like mountains and rivers, sketched in simple strokes, and has profound meaning.

Above the river, one large, six small and seven vast stars, soaring in the sky of the painting, although above the world, but the endless entanglement of red dust and not contaminated with its body, it can be said that in the avenue, the vast star.

The avenue leads to the sky, the humane treasure to the sky, although it is now imaginary, but it can also see the trend of heaven and earth.

"If you want to ascend to the heavens with humanity and achieve the supreme and immeasurable saints, you and other star monarchs are my way forward, just wait for all the merits to be completed according to the process, I will let you and others know that the clan will cross the momentum of the calamity."

Putting away the Tongtian map, Ye Qingshen surveyed the heavens and found that humanity seemed to be under its protection, and he had learned how to use the Luban book to make all kinds of tools.

And the twelve ancestral families have already led their respective clansmen to migrate to the blessed places of the Flood Desolation Continent, making the humane incense spread throughout the continent.

In the past hundred years, the prosperity of humane reproduction has made the town market as many as a cow's hair, all kinds of trades emerge in an endless stream, with the assistance of various tools, a wooden house rising from the ground, so that the human village has a trace of the protagonist of the next yuan will be the protagonist.

In the long development, although there were occasional disputes between humanity and the Lich clan, there was a Niangniang law on the side, but there was no one who dared to do what Emperor Jun forged his sword at the beginning.

But just when Ye Qing was about to continue the retreat, in order to break through the realm as soon as possible and ask Emperor Taiyi for an explanation, he suddenly felt that above the sky, the sun and stars were shining incomparably, and an endless heat swept down, causing the water vapor of the desolate continent to steam, and it was indescribably sultry.

"The treasure is coming, the heavens are present, so it is so, such a virtuous act as the Ten Wu Yaoshi, I am afraid that it will blossom and bear fruit today, and it seems that I have to do the thing that earns merit."

Ancestor Wu Jumang, the ancestor of Oriental Wood, under his banner, the tribal heavenly witch praises his father, 100 meters tall, walking on the desolate land with a wooden staff, upright by nature, and is deeply relied on by the tribal witches.

"Praise the father and the witch, how can the sun and stars be so hot today, if it goes on like this, there are countless witches in my Jumang tribe, but there is no way to live."

One year, the old witch walked into the huge tent of Kuafu, telling that today's weather is abnormal.

"The Sun Star rotates the Golden Crow on duty every day, and today is so hot and dry, I think it must be the ten Golden Crows in the bullshit Heavenly Court who have come out to play again."

The wooden staff tapped on the ground, and the air of the eastern Yimu swirled, and the vast vitality on it actually evolved into a towering tree that covered the four directions of the tribe.

Although Kuafu's strength is incomparable, but he can't withstand the invasion of the sun and stars, and in the long run, it will eventually make the desolate land, and the Wu clan will be killed and injured countless times.