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In the ruins of the Ancient Heavenly Court, a burly man in a golden ancient robe was meditating cross-legged, and the aura on his body looked very sluggish.

Suddenly, a wisp of golden blood overflowed from the corner of the man's mouth, and he opened his eyes violently, and an angry roar resounded throughout Fusang!

"Damn Tongtian, when I take that step, I will definitely take revenge for that day!"

The golden pupils were closed, and a faint hint of darkness flashed.

Because the old wound has not healed, even if the Eastern Emperor Taiyi has a Chaos Bell, he was still beaten by Tongtian.

That beating was so hard that it almost directly shattered the invincible spirit of Donghuang Taiyi.

Although the four swords of Zhuxian could not break the defense of the Chaos Bell, the impermeable sword qi made the Eastern Emperor Taiyi extremely embarrassed.

Thinking of the mocking eyes when Tongtian was about to leave that day, Donghuang Taiyi raised his head again and yelled, venting the depression in his chest.

In the void not far away, a cold and ruthless gaze faintly cast towards the sun, and wisps of scarlet quietly spread out of the void, towards the golden figure in the ruined wall.

......

It has been a month since the Xuanming tribe came to the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

When he first migrated, Xuan Ming had told those people that the destination of this migration was a bit far away.

Those witch clans in the Xuanying tribe thought that they would go to another big state at most, after all, when they didn't go to the underworld before, they lived in Xiniuhe Prefecture.

But when the spirit boat carrying hundreds of thousands of witches flew in the sky for nearly half a month, and even reached the edge of the Western Sea, this group of witches finally realized that something was wrong.

The familiar breath between heaven and earth came, so that Dawu Qingyou couldn't help but ask Xuan Ming's destination again this time, but the answer he got was that he would know when he arrived.

After the spirit boat flew again in the endless West Sea for half a month, a barren and barren land finally came into the eyes of all the Xuanming people.

After the spirit boat flew into the wilderness, in the extreme west of the land, a supernatural peak began to loom.

Looking at the barren land under their feet, and the mountains that exuded a desolate and ancient aura in the distance, the Xuanying people finally knew the destination of this migration.

The Great Wilderness used to be the base camp of the Wu clan, and almost half of the Wu clan lived there.

And the place where the Xuanming tribe first lived was the Great Wilderness.

The great wilderness land, not under the mountain.

The previous three tribes of the Terran were still wrapped around the foot of the mountain, and not far in front of the tribe was a huge altar.

At this moment, not far to the left of that altar, four or five more huge tribes rose from the ground.

Compared with the tribes of the human race, the buildings in the Xuanming tribe are more large, and the primitive atmosphere is also stronger.

Returning to the ancestral land where they once lived, this group of Xuanming Witch Clans was very happy in their hearts.

A woman with an elegant temperament and a delicate appearance was busy in the tribe in an orderly manner.

A cyan figure suddenly pierced the sky and headed straight for an attic in the center of the Xuanming Tribe.

For this figure, the people of the Xuan Netherworld clan seemed to be surprised for a long time, and they didn't even raise their heads.

"Sister Xuanming!"

A crisp and pleasant voice sounded, and the figure landed steadily on the verandah on the second floor of the attic.

In one room, Xuan Ming sat on the bed with his eyes slightly closed.

The chest slowly rose and fell, and in every breath, a bewitching and mysterious cinnabar continued to flicker in the center of his eyebrows.

The next moment, the door was pushed open.

A petite figure jumped up and down to Xuan Ming.

"Sister Xuanming, those seeds have grown!"

"Their leaves are bigger than my real body!"

Qing He looked at Xuan Ming who was meditating on the bed, shouting, his face full of excitement.

"Grow it when it grows, why are you so excited?"

The voice is still soft, and people can't help but feel a little relieved when they listen to it.

Gently exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, Xuan Ming opened his eyes, looked at Qinghe in front of him, and shook his head with some tears and laughter.

"If you grow up, you don't have to go out hunting every day!"

Qing He grinned and seemed to be very happy.

But the next moment, she seemed to think of something, and the expression on her face suddenly became a little indignant.

"Sir told me to take care of them, but they would rather be bitten to death by wild beasts than for my help!"

"I killed those mortal beasts in one fell swoop, I really don't understand what they think."

Since Tang Hao left, Qing He followed Xuan Ming to Mingze.

Because it took a while for the Xuanming tribe to come to the Great Wilderness, the human race was still the same as before, and when the food in the tribe was almost the same, they began to organize people to go out hunting.

When the Xuanming tribe finally arrived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain a month later, the human race had almost 4,000 people killed because of hunting.

Terrans are divided into innate and acquired.

Nuwa didn't create millions of people in one go, she only fabricated more than 300 human races at the beginning.

The Terrans that followed were born from more than 300 Terrans.

These more than 300 people created by Nuwa are the innate human race, and the descendants of the innate human race are all acquired human races.

Like the Great Wilderness Human Race, there are a total of more than a dozen Innate Human Race.

It's different from those acquired human races with a hundred years of life. Although the innate human race has a low level of cultivation, it has an almost infinite lifespan.

As long as you don't suffer a fatal blow, with the flesh and blood fabricated by the soil, you will almost never die, which can be regarded as another way of immortality.

Although ninety percent of the people of the human race have never seen the Xuanying Witch Clan, after the explanation of some innate human races in the tribe, those acquired human races also know some things in the past.

The Xuanming tribe was not far from the Terran tribe a long, long time ago, and for the Terran tribe, it did not massacre like other witch tribes.

Therefore, for the arrival of the Xuanming tribe, the human race did not panic, but behaved very welcoming.

Not only did he help the Xuanming people choose a place for the tribe to settle, but he also helped cut down trees for them.

Tang Hao's previous conversation with Nuwa was clearly heard by the Terrans, and these Wu Clans were now under the protection of Lord God, just like them.

As long as you have a relationship with Lord God, the human race will be close from the heart, even if the other party is a witch clan.

Except, of course, Qinghe.

Before, when Qing He first arrived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, he pointed at the totem of Lord Shangcang with a big grin, but these people remembered it clearly.

So when Qing He offered to help hunting, this group of human races ignored it.

In the room, Xuan Ming heard Qing He's angry appearance, and immediately couldn't help laughing.

I don't know if it's because Qinghe's cute appearance will stimulate the motherhood in the depths of a woman's heart, Xuan Ming seems to be very spoiled for Qinghe.

Otherwise, just when she was practicing, Qing He broke into the room with a big grin, and if she was an ordinary person, Xuan Ming would have already slapped the other party and flew out.

"Maybe they think you're noble and won't dare you help?"

Rubbing the other party's little head, Xuan Ming stepped off the bed and walked all the way to the verandah outside the room.

The graceful body leaned slightly against the carved railing, and Xuan Ming's gaze skimmed over her people, and fell straight on the three Terran tribes in the distance.

Thoughts began to roll in his eyes.

It has been more than a month since I came to the foot of Buzhou Mountain, and since the last time I separated from Tang Hao, three earth-shattering events have happened one after another on the flood wilderness.

First of all, the Kunlun Sanqing established three religions to educate all things.

Countless creatures in the wilderness began to frantically want to join the three sects and become saint disciples.

Then just one day later, there was another abnormal noise in Xiniu Hezhou.

The two giant shadows sit on the sky, the lotus Zen is pervasive under the seat, and the forty-eight grand wishes shake the entire wilderness!

The way of heaven reappears, thousands of merits fall, Western bliss emerges, and the flood is ...... Become two more saints!

Without waiting for the hundreds of millions of living beings in the flood wilderness to come to their senses, another scene appeared that almost shocked everyone in the flood wilderness.

Daozu Hongjun, he's in the way!

Thinking of the scene that day, Xuan Ming still feels a little suffocated.

Dao Ancestor is too powerful, so powerful that it can't be compared to the previous Sanqing or the later Western Two Sages!

The three thousand avenues shook, the long river of years emerged, and the sun, moon and stars dimmed!

On that day, Dao Ancestor Hongjun manifested his true body in thousands of living beings, with an ordinary face, and his eyes seemed to contain the evolution of life and death in the heavens and all worlds.

There is no oath, no grand wish, after Dao Ancestor Hongjun manifested his true truth, he didn't say a word.

It was only after one last glance at the desolate land that his body disappeared into the three thousand avenues.

"Xiaoqing, do you feel that those human races seem to have become a little different?"

In the attic, Xuan Ming looked at the Terran tribe not far away, as if asking and muttering.

"Different? What's the difference? ”

Hearing Xuan Ming's words, Qing He, who came out of the room, stood on tiptoe, looked at the red glow on the sky not far away, tilted his head and asked suspiciously.

"Don't you think those Terrans are becoming more and more like your masters?"

Thinking of the faint breath that flowed from Tang Hao's body two months ago, Xuan Ming's eyes suddenly said a little hazy.

"Beyond the Flood Wilderness, are there also Terrans?"