The old god lightly mentioned it, and the big tree turned into a wooden stick, the kind that was ordinary, featureless, and thrown on the side of the road and no one picked it up.

Holding the sword in his right hand, pointing at Chaos, chaos greets, and the ancient gods paint the world!

The sword is divided into three points and eight domains, and the two main and six are attached to the thirteen states.

There is no way to play the dragon and the phoenix, and the lakes and streams come out of the hundred rivers.

The point poke is light and the hoe pit is wide, and the water of the lake and sea waterfall can flow.

Mountains, rivers, lakes and sea-shaped veins, H2O thousands of waters rush into the sea.

Chop and cut the mountain range, east out of the dragon cliff and west god peak.

The landform is strange and beautiful, and the wonders and beautiful scenery swing the sword down!

"With the terrain of the world, of course life must be distributed in it."

As soon as the idea of the ancient god came out, the wooden sword suddenly bloomed with the essence of life, and the ancient god understood that the god would outline the living beings and beasts.

The spirit man was born and divided into 13 states, divided into 33 tribes, and set up 20 gods to worship.

The human race began to take root and sprout from these thirty-three roots, and history finally began!

Hunting, picking fruits to making fires, sackcloth stone axes, planting mulberry trees, and the development of the tribe is thriving!

Eat, playthings, territories, plunder captives, and fight for resources!

After ten weeks of war, people were struggling to find shelter, moved east to Dingbaxia, and moved west to the ocean.

Baxia 10,000 people offered a master, called Qin Ming to paint the territory, build a city-state, build a city wall, and make the Qin family with thousands of miles of land.

Rejuvenate the people, seek well-being, the living beings respect their ancestors, 200 cities and soils, revitalize more than 100 human races, birth, old age, sickness and death can not escape, buried in the homeland legend.

At the end of the first ancestor, the human race was in chaos, and the sword soldiers rose up to chase the hegemony, the four major families, the five generals, and divided the hegemony into nine countries.

War, war, the people are displaced, the old and the young cannot escape it, the heroic and strong conquests have weakened from generation to generation, and the Baxia Hongfu has collapsed.

Five hundred years of war burned the green pines of Western Chu from the northern desert, and five hundred years of war wiped out the junior high school of the former emperor.

The two countries were destroyed, and four were fixed, opposing each other, and no longer using force to dominate.

Over the years, the heroes have made the continent of Baxia clothed in a red veil, the corpses are all over the field, the blood flows like a waterfall, and the rivers and seas actually dye the beach red!

The air of death is pervasive, the smoke of gunfire has not stopped, and the displaced people are still circling in a circle.

On the way, in addition to thinking about how to fill my stomach, I was thinking about which country I should go to.

Going to Ukraine? No! What is the tribe of barbarians who kill innocents indiscriminately!

Going to Shu? No! The king of that is mediocre, and only the beauty is in his heart, and he does not guarantee when he will die the kingdom.

Go to the Song Kingdom? No, no, no! The wild dogs who drive them crazy fight every day, and don't go to see if the people are not only old women, but also men!

Go to the beam? No! Go to the week? No! Where in the world is not the abode of a madman!

Yes, there is! King Chu in the south! Although he is the king of the mountains, he is like a son on behalf of the people, and he reaps grain and grass to share with the people, and he has houses and fields, and everyone can have a full stomach.

Displaced people from all over the world traveled thousands of miles from all over the world, just to recognize a master.

The dilapidated hill fort of the king of Chu gradually became the desire of the people, and the people slowly stationed outside, consciously built high walls, built houses, and cultivated fields and warehouses in the surrounding areas.

Year by year, the small mountain fort became a famous city-state, and more people joined in the clarion call for construction.

But in this way, the movement was too great, and the countries on the side cast contemptuous glances. However, the countries restrained each other and watched each other, and no one had any extra foot soldiers to clean up.

The gathering place of the king of Chu began to become a real city-state, with Shinong industry and commerce, and caravans, and the people did not have to worry about eating and drinking.

When people are fed, they have a sense of belonging and volunteer to serve the country in the army!

When the master heard that there was such a good place, he naturally escaped from the mediocre court.

Hundreds of workers gathered, the people were healthy, and Dachu entered a new chapter of national prosperity and people's strength.

At this time, countries watched and found that the situation was unusual, and many countries talked about achieving their goals.

A combined army of 1.2 million pressed against the rich soil of Dachu.

That day, when the king of Chu heard about the white hair of the night, he persuaded the hundred officials to kneel alone in the hall, take off the dragon robe and put on the armor, take off the crown and replace the armor.

got up and walked out of the court, and found that the hundred officials had taken off their court clothes one by one, changed into battle armor, and consciously followed the military attache to stand outside the hall to greet His Majesty.

The king of Chu wanted to open his mouth but felt that he was already dumb, and the general knelt down on one knee and said: "Your Majesty! ”

All the officials knelt down and shouted in unison: "All the people in the world are blessed together!" We are willing to continue the holy pilgrimage with Your Majesty! ”

The voices and wills of hundreds of officials broke through the nine skies, and they spread around the capital for a long time.

The coachman, the merchant, the doctor, the blacksmith, the farmer, the gentleman, the langzhong, even the Oiran knelt in the direction of the emperor with his lute in his eyes!

They have a collective name called the people, and the young people of every household take kitchen knives, wood axes, hoes, nails and palladium, comfort their wives and set out on the road to follow.

The emperor rode a tall horse with a normal face, and he knew that this dynasty could not mess up for himself.

All the soldiers and horses in the treasury were requisitioned, and the family's private army was also transferred to it, although they were all elite soldiers and armor, but there were only 500,000 people.

The emperor took the civil and military officials, and stepped out of the last gate wall of the palace heavily.

Young men had already gathered outside, waiting for the king's dispatch, but the king did not use them.

Wang only said: "Go home, collect the silver grain, take the children and parents, I have failed everyone!" ”

100,000 armor divisions, followed His Majesty silently out of the imperial capital.

At the last moment of leaving, everyone looked back and stopped to take one last look.

"Wang, is that our Chujia Fort?"

"Yes, always, but there are more brothers and sisters."

The Chu army finally ran into the menacing coalition army three days later.

In the end, the people of Chu spontaneously organized forces to go to the front line, but when they arrived, the battlefield was silent, they saw the corpses of the combined army piled up all over the field, but they did not see the corpses of any Chu soldiers, and it was rumored that the king of Chu won and led hundreds of civil and military officials and 100,000 soldiers into the Immortal Dynasty.

At this moment, a mysterious force began to sweep in all directions, that is, the qi of refining the body, and the human race opened a new chapter in cultivation.

And the king of Chu was called the emperor of Chu by the people, erected statues, and built temples for future generations to admire.

Later, the Baxia Continent became a martial artist, and the supreme existence of the Martial Saint and the Semi-Immortal Realm was endless, but no one stepped into the higher realm.

It's a few more springs and autumns, and how much black and white, and time has come to a fork in the road inadvertently.

Although Chu is now alive, the lineage of the king of Chu has changed, and today's Shengshangyuan is the lineage of the Chu family of Shu, taking advantage of Emperor Chu's personal expedition to steal the country and steal profits.

And the Chu family threatened to the outside world that they were the Emperor of Chu who deceived the world, and the miasma of the Chu State returned to the law of exclusive privilege.

It was this qi machine that began to dance wildly, and the powerful forces of all parties began the war again.

But there is a difference, it is not the slaughter of millions of floating corpses in the smoke of gunpowder, but the fight between the strong and the strong for resources.

In Baxia, there is a drama of Wang Ling competing for power.

Ten thousand ghosts came out to cover the Tianshan Mountain, ten thousand Buddhas chanted in vain, the Tianshan Mountains piled up white bones overnight, and the souls of 100,000 monks left their heads!

Ten thousand souls are born in the realm of talents, three souls are born in the daytime, the soul is born outside the sky, one soul is born in ten thousand traces, and the two and three souls continue to be good!

Gather great power in the Tibetan Sword Mountain, transform the heavenly sword and slash the dragon, the dragon died in the nameless cliff, the essence and blood give birth to a strong body, and the people in the cliff are called Dragon Valley.

Mingling Tower, White Bone Mound, Youluo Mansion, and Yama Palace, countless forces are hope....

Chu Luo closed the ancient book and put it aside, rubbed Xiao You's head, and carried her from his body to the ground.

Under the locust tree at the front door of the new home, the brother and sister looked at the afterglow of the sunset and the end of an era.

"Xiao Demon, I'll report tomorrow, and I'll prepare for the evening."

"Brother, will there be a turnaround in the Chu State later?"

Chu Luo smiled slightly, slowly walked into the door, and left a sentence.

"I don't know!"

Xiao Demon saw Chu Luo enter the house and followed him in a hurry.

The last breeze floated across the earth from west to east, blowing through all kinds of clothes, from suits and dresses to silk satin.

Until the agricultural area of District D of the imperial capital, in front of an antique small pavilion, the old locust tree in front of the door fluttered its leaves to welcome the return of the breeze.

The wind gradually dissipated, but the last trace blew away the ancient books on the table under the locust tree.

The book industry that has been set off is actually blank, and it turns out that the history book is "blank".