The world is impermanent, and providence always makes people.

Xiang Yang looked at the crowd of black presses, and his heart was full of emotion.

Hundreds of years ago, they set out from Yanshui, went south along Yishui, and crossed tens of thousands of miles, but because of Yanyang, the road was extremely difficult and dangerous, and they were infinitely harassed by Yanyang's admirers.

After traveling tens of thousands of miles, there are heavy losses, and even the supernatural powers are less than eight people left, and the number of more than one billion people will exceed 100 million, among which the tragedy is difficult to tell.

It is because of this desolation that the prime minister feels more guilty and more urgent, and is more stimulated by this small world with high banks and deep valleys, so he tries his best to break the void and transform the world into a radius of 100,000 miles with his own body, so that his children can live and live for the people, so that there are hundreds of years of peace.

It's only a thousand miles, tens of thousands of miles have been traveled, only a thousand miles away, but everything is irretrievable, and it can't be recovered.

Xiang Yang also has some regret in his heart, they want to return to the flood wilderness, of course, they still have to find a vast place to live, Fu Xi is the emperor of the people, he knows that since Fu Xi has found it, let them re-enter the flood wilderness, they will definitely find a place for them to live.

The Fuxi clan did not disappoint them, and prepared for them a million miles of vast fields, the land is fertile, and the surrounding mountains and forests stand upright, but it is a good place to live, the wind and rain are smooth, and the four seasons are like spring.

But Xiang Yang just regretted it unspeakably in his heart, there were only thousands of miles, Bashan City had traveled millions of miles, and the salt water had traveled tens of thousands of miles south, why didn't he travel thousands of miles more, everything would be different at that time.

The place where the Fu Xi clan left for their Bashan Five Divisions was actually thousands of miles away from the area where they entered the small world, and it was very long, and they had to travel for dozens of days, but it was also very short, and it was really short compared to their long journey.

Since things have come to this point, regret is useless, you can only look forward, although he has great powers, but after all, he is not omnipotent, he can take a million miles away, across the wilderness, the speed is very fast, but also can not take in the scenery along the way, if measured by footsteps, he is no different from mortals, so although he is only thousands of miles away, but he is helpless, he can only try to lead the people, worthy of the position of the king.

Although it is only a thousand miles away, it is not easy to survive, Xiang Yang is also ready for everything, ready for everything, and sharpens the gun in his hand.

All the warriors have sharpened their swords and soldiers, and they have to meet all difficulties, and let the flood well welcome their return, although they are lagging behind, but the blood of the five divisions of Bashan is not cold.

The prodigal son Yu touched Ba Yong's head and smiled: "Xiao Yong, are you afraid?"

Ba Yong firmly grasped the big axe that had been sharpened in his hand, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, this axe is very sharp, and Ba Lao prepared it for me." ”

He has to face everything at a young age, just because he is a supernatural person, one of the few ten supernatural powers in the five divisions of Bashan, and the prodigal son Yu also believes that Ba Yong will not be afraid, because he was born to fight.

Prodigal Ziyu said: "After leaving here, you will encounter many enemies, many powerful enemies, maybe stronger than Di Jun. ”

Ba Yong said proudly: "I'm not afraid of fighting, Di Jun said that I am the future Di Jun, I will protect the clan well, and I will use the axe in my hand to protect the clan." ”

Prodigal Ziyu affirmed: "You will definitely be able to do it, and I believe that you will also become stronger and become a great ruler." ”

Ba Yong said: "I also want to, but Di Jun also said, he said that Di Jun only belongs to one person, and it can only be him, although I don't know who 'he' is, but after rebuilding Bashan City, the head of the five departments of Bashan is not called Di Jun, even if it is not Di Jun, I will protect the tribe well." ”

He is the highest level of Bashan Wubu today, he has already realized the supernatural power at a young age, if divided according to the realm of Daomen, his current strength can be regarded as the realm of heavenly immortals, and there is only a line between him and the golden immortal, but he was born for battle, and he is not weaker than the usual golden immortal, he cultivates the ancient cultivation method, and the ordinary cultivation canon becomes the Taiyi Golden Immortal can not escape his axe, at a young age, he is also a strong general.

Some people don't want Bashan to regain a foothold in the flood famine to make the human race stronger, some people just want to fish in troubled waters, and there are too many admirers in Yanyang, they can't find the prime minister, and they will also find the head of the five departments of Bashan, this road is absolutely dangerous.

There are a lot of smart people, although the prodigal son feather can come and go at will everywhere in the flood with the people of Bapan, but there is only one person, Bashan City is drifting, but it is also connected to the small world of this high bank and deep valley, if you want to go out, this is the place you must pass, and the space is really magical.

Where it comes from, it will also go out, and the five parts of Bashan have returned to the land of the flood and desolation, and the land of tens of thousands of miles from the south of the salt water to the south of the water has been 38,530 miles to be exact, and it has long been crowded with people with their own thoughts.

Although there are many people, the prodigal son is not afraid, he believes that Xiang Yang and the five elders are not afraid, and he believes that Tianrui and Ba Yong, the two little supernatural powers, will not be afraid, but they still have tens of billions of tribes, which are also tens of billions of drags.

Xiang Yang asked softly, "Are you really ready?"

Although he also made up his mind and made preparations, Xiang Yang was still a little worried, afraid of making mistakes, and couldn't make a little mistake, otherwise the consequences were definitely not what Xiang Yang was willing to bear, and he couldn't afford it, even if he knew that it was foolproof, he would inevitably be a little nervous.

Prodigal Ziyu smiled: "It's already ready, you still can't trust the human emperor." ”

In order to welcome the five departments of Bashan, the Fuxi clan was also fully prepared, but not only prepared for the vast place to live.

In order to be able to migrate quickly, the Fuxi clan also took great pains and made all kinds of preparations, and sent 100,000 Qingjia soldiers to come, and even ordered the bear department to send arms to help, bringing hundreds of millions of good horses to rush around, saving time for the migration of the five departments.

This is a big event, a major event of the human race, and the five clans should also have expressed it, and it is by no means the matter of the Fuxi clan alone, I am afraid that even the Shennong clan will put aside their prejudices and help.

Countless people gathered, mighty waves poured from the cave, the time was almost up, everyone clenched their weapons, both expectant and worried, the five elders were also full of perseverance and solemnity, Ba Lao gently picked up the nine-ring broadsword that had not been used for many years, the back of the knife was very thick, very simple, but there was a faint light floating on it.

An object was thrown out of the hands of the prodigal son, like a sharp arrow shot away, drawing a dazzling light, the quaint strange stone was inlaid in the void, the colorful light shined out, the thorn could not open his eyes, the prodigal son feather's eyes were slightly closed, trying to see.

This small world, although the high bank and deep valley are smaller, but the scenery is very beautiful, but it is for people to enter and exit.

The supernatural may be able to break the void, but can only leave alone, countless mortals do not have this great mana, Fu Xi is also prepared, has already laid out the void transformation formation to the prodigal son, under the joint force of the inside and outside, the passage can be broken, so that ordinary people can also enter and exit freely, outside the small world, in the wilderness, there are also eight stones inlaid in the void.

The eight stones have different shapes and shine with all kinds of brilliance.

Dry is the sky, Kun is the earth, Xun is the wind, earthquake is thunder, Kan is water, Li is fire, Gen is the mountain, Dui is Ze, Qianyi, Dui 2, Li3, Zhen 4, Xun 5, Kan 6, Gen 7, Kun 8.

Qianju is on the top, Kun is on the bottom, it is the innate gossip of the Fuxi clan's unique formation, which accepts all the principles in the world, the changes of yin and yang, and the five elements are born on it, the power is endless, and it is also varied, packed into everything, and when the Qiankun changes, it can reverse yin and yang, and has the effect of breaking the void.

Eight stones turned slightly to the right, turning very slowly, overflowing with more dazzling brilliance, Ba Yong burst into tears, but he couldn't open his eyes again.

The rotation was very slow, and after three moments, Kun was on the top, and Qianju was on the bottom, and a strange sound came out, and under the combined force of the two, the void within the gossip collapsed in bursts, turning into nothingness and disappearing.

The light dimmed, and what appeared in front of him was a round hole ten thousand wide, filling the entire small world, black and swarthy, but it seemed to have infinite changes and brilliance.

It's very magical, bursts of exclamations, one after another, the prodigal son is also full of surprise, and his heart admires the Fuxi clan even more, the way of the Fuxi formation, the Three Realms is probably only comparable to the Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Although they were amazed, but it was important, they didn't dare to slack off, the two of them took the lead and flew towards the void hole, and the five elders also followed closely when they saw this, and countless human races rushed to the hole.

The void hole seems to be very long, but soon, stepping into the hole, there is already a desolate land in front of you, although the hole is big, although fast, but after all, the number of people is large, and everyone is full, and it will take a moment or three.

Time does not wait for people, as soon as you set foot on the desolate land, trouble has already come to your door, but you are not allowed to rest for a while.

Although it was troublesome, the prodigal son Yu also breathed a sigh of relief, at least it was an acquaintance who came, and the acquaintance was easy to talk to, and he would always have to drag it until all the five tens of billions of people in Naba Mountain set foot on the desolate land.

If it is someone else, it is inevitable that they will immediately fight, at least to keep the stability of the Bagua formation, if they are destroyed halfway, I am afraid that countless people will drift in the endless void.

Seeing the comer, the prodigal son Yu knew that the five tribes of Bashan could safely set foot on the flood wilderness, because he believed that the people who came would not do that, but he should also be careful, someone was secretly doing it.

Zhen Yuansi is afraid that he has already poured out of the nest, even if it is not the case, there are eight or nine established here, and what is in the eyes of the eyes is a white shadow, all of them are white clothes fluttering, I am afraid that there are no less than 10,000 people, tens of thousands of people with magical powers, and the human race cannot do it, although many are only the same as the earth immortals.

The second negative is still so clean, the pale right hand will always hold the bright sword, quietly looking at the void cave in front of him, watching the gradually pouring out, and gradually increasing the number of human races.

There was no change in his eyes, and he didn't want to make a move immediately, he just watched quietly and waited quietly.

Zhenyuan Division only catches those who should be caught, the prodigal son is very relieved, everything is going well, and no one starts halfway, maybe it is because of face.

The five tribes of Bashan also re-embarked on the long-lost land, the land where the ancestors once lived, a vast and endless land.

It's strange to look at everything.