Huang Long looked at the god-like torture wave in front of him, and fell into deep self-doubt.

Is this a demon god?

Wait a minute......

In the previous life, for a long time, before the Taoist priests and monks came out, the people who were responsible for the sacrifice and communication with the gods seemed to be the shaman.

The sorcerer descends to the gods with dance, sacrifices to heaven and earth, and communicates with the underworld.

And this group of demons who are regarded as flood beasts by all the flood tribes, and are even more terrifying than Rahu.

It seems that there is also a name for the Wu clan.

And speaking of the Eight Classics, reincarnation was originally done by their boss.

In this way, it makes sense to be overly undead.

Sacrifice heaven and earth, sacrifice to the ancient ancestors.

Communicate with the underworld and contact the ancestors of Houtu.

It doesn't seem to be a problem.

After a while, Xing Lang finished dancing the Great God, and then looked at Huang Long enthusiastically and said, "Brother, what do you call it?" ”

"The poor road is good." Huang Long smiled and saluted.

"Oh, Hao, the name is good, similar to the name of the high priest of our clan." Xing Lang laughed.

"Yes." Huang Long explained, is this guy having bad ears or bad pronunciation?

"Hao, that's right." Xing Lang said with a big grin, and patted Huang Long's shoulder vigorously as he spoke, shocking Huang Long's spiritual power to almost rebound, and secretly said that this guy's attack was really not light or heavy.

"Brother, although you are short, you have a good cultivation, your body is hard enough, I like it, and when you see me in trouble, you come to help me, you are a friend you can make. Don't you consider joining our Jumang tribe and becoming a great witch! "Xing Lang Dao.

"I don't have Pangu blood, can I join the Jumang tribe?" Huang Long frowned, full of doubts, "What else is Wu?" ”

A big reason why the demon god clan is rejected by all races is that the demon god clan does not even give the rest of the ten thousand races a chance to be slaves, and only lets them be used as food.

There's no way but to fight.

But if you want to say that you want to join, then the whole situation of the flood and famine will have to be changed.

As long as he can be the master in front of the rest of the race, then there will definitely be no shortage of people who are willing to be slaves to the Demon God Clan.

"Of course it wasn't before, but now it can. As long as you become a witch, you can obtain the identity of our Jumang tribe. As for witchcraft, it was a gift from our great god Pangu Zu to us, and then discovered by our great high priest.

"Communicate with heaven and earth, listen to the voice of all things, send the voice of heaven and earth, and lead all races. The high priest is right, this heaven and earth were opened up by the ancestor god of Pangu, and all things were transformed by the ancestor god, how can we easily trample on it? Destroying the heavens and destroying the earth, isn't it the destruction of the ancestral gods?

"We are the descendants of Pangu, and we should uphold the will of the ancestral god and protect this world for him. And these desolate races are also bred by the ancestral gods and the earth, and they are actually the same as us, but they are a little stupid, except for a very few, they can't communicate with the heavens and the earth and understand the will of the ancestral gods. And we, as descendants, should guide and educate them, so that they know the greatness of heaven and earth.

"Understand the will of the ancestral gods, we are the pioneers of the flood famine, and we have the obligation to lead, the flood famine!

"And as long as you have the potential to become a witch, brother, then it means that you have been approved by the ancestral gods! You are one of us! ”

Xing Lang said impassionedly.

Huang Long looked at the torture wave with fiery eyes that seemed to be glowing, and his heart was shocked.

Although I don't know what the reason is, let the witch start to appear.

But he knew that Heavenly Court was going to be miserable!

The reason why Heavenly Court was able to establish and command all races was because the Demon God Clan did not give all races a chance to join.

And this set of theories, the Wu clan is still the master of heaven and earth, but they are not simply distinguished by bloodline, they give the Wan clan a step up.

Heavenly Court is lively!

"How? Brother, do you want to join? With your ability, you will definitely pass the test of the high priest, but if you can't, I will go and ask my brother, my brother is Da Luo, he will give you a drop of essence blood, and you will definitely be able to pass the test. Xing Lang said enthusiastically.

"Brother Xinglang, you have always said that the high priest, I only know that you Pangu clan have twelve gods, I don't know who this high priest is?" Huang Long wondered.

The Demon God Clan did not have a high priest before, but later he didn't know what deal the West had made with Houtu, and he became the high priest of the Houtu tribe.

But that's just the one, who is this high priest?

"Qingdi Taihao!" Xing Lang said proudly.

"Qingdi Taihao?" Huang Long's eyes suddenly burst out, isn't that Fu Xi?

No wonder the entire Heavenly Court searched all over the wilderness, but couldn't find it.

It turned out to be the Jumang tribe.

This wave, what a fucking cow.

At this moment, Huang Long knew what the first wise man of the flood was.

In the Heavenly Court, he is the number three person, the Emperor Xi above all gods.

In the Wu clan, he is the high priest and the pioneer of the wisdom of countless witches, the Qingdi.

In the human race, he is the emperor and the king of the people, the first leader of the human race, and the emperor Taihao who opened the earth.

Whichever side wins, he won't lose.

This is called a gamer who plays games with his brain.

"What? Have you heard of our high priest? Our high priest is great and sacred, that is, he is low-key, not famous, so he does not know his strength, if you see him, you will definitely worship him. Xing Lang said excitedly, as if there was light in his eyes.

"No, it just sounds domineering. Such a mighty one, let it be seen in person. Huang Long said.

"That's right, let's take you there, the high priest should be fishing by the river at this time, and he can catch up. You might even be able to meet the High Priest's sister, Kazurihi. Xing Lang said excitedly.

"The Great Witch of the Wind Rich?" Huang Long raised his eyebrows slightly, don't think about it, for sure!

Nuwa, also known as Nuxi, surnamed Feng, is also known as Fenglixi.

Come to think of it, this is the opportunity that the master said!

Fuxi Nuwa.

If you are lucky, maybe you will run into the creation of people, and you will have a wave of merit for nothing, wouldn't it be beautiful?

Although the Flood Desolation Terrans are not angry and almost ruined the name of the Terrans, it is undeniable that they are merit-making machines.

Bind to the human race, you will never lose.

"That's right, the sister of the high priest, not to mention the strong cultivation, can bring the dead back to life, and the ability to heal is even more powerful than Brother Jumang." Xing Lang said enthusiastically.

"It's so amazing, I need a brother's recommendation." Huang Long said with a smile, of course, healing is the first, you can make something out of nothing, make people out of soil, and throw too many streets.

"Then you don't need to say, let's go, let's take you to our high priest." Xing Lang said excitedly, holding Huang Long's hand, and jumping thousands of miles

Huang Long smiled, he was also a descendant of Pangu, but it was obvious that Xing Lang was completely different from Hanshou's group of guys, but he was prejudiced before.

Think about it, they are all monkeys, the golden monkeys and the monkeys of Mount Emei are very different, not to mention the descendants of Pangu?

In the distance, a wide Yellow River like a heavenly river surged, on one side a shawl of leaves and shoulders, the top of the two corners of the middle-aged man sitting, suddenly frowned, as if smiling at the direction of the Yellow Dragon, secretly said interesting, the hook flickered slightly, a golden carp flew out, fell into the fish basket on the side, and said with a smile: "Sister, a little friend came to the door." ”

Beside him, there is also a woman, who seems to be ordinary, but has a pair of almost perfect hands to pluck the aura, the rich aura of creation surges, and brings the dead back to life, but when she is idle, she can give life by playing with the clay puppet with her hand.

Hearing the words, he raised his head slightly and said, "Little friend? Which side? ”

"Kunlun Yellow Dragon." The man laughed.

"King Zhou Mu of West Kunlun?" The woman's originally ordinary eyes suddenly burst out with a gaze that did not match her appearance, like a star.

"Exactly." The man's jaw is good, the girl's birthday is coming, and I don't know what to send, so I send it to the door, and sure enough, God is favored.