"This Hundred Races of the Wilderness was the most powerful force at that time, and the Terran Race was still in the stage of vigorous development at that time, but at that time, it already had the strength to compete with the Hundred Races of the Wilderness, and the cultivation of the Terran Race focused on refining the heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The cultivation of the info state of mind is the most important thing in the cultivation of the human race. Only by constantly refining the mind can we sublimate our own realm and pursue a deeper truth. But what the hundred tribes of this wilderness cultivate is their own flesh, a group of barbarian people, who don't know how to cultivate their minds, only know about the predatory monsters. A group of savage people still want to be the masters of the world in the end, I really don't know what this wild beast of the wilderness thinks? Sure enough, the hundred races of the wilderness began to wage war with the human race, wantonly hunting and killing the capable people among the human race in this world. But I don't want to, the human race is not to be outdone, and the elite are exhausted. Started a war with the hundred tribes of the wilderness. Eventually, a great figure appeared among our sages among the human race, and that was the sage Kongqiu. ”

"After the birth of the sage Kongqiu, he set up a moat, which forcibly separated the wilderness from the real world. The Confucian Sage constructed an illusory world, this illusory world is almost no different from this real world, but there is one difference that this is the fact that there is almost no possibility of advancement in the illusory world, and there is no possibility of cultivation at all. This illusory world is the world of this ultra-ancient period, this world is chaotic, there is no way to cultivate, only the instinct of survival, eat when you are hungry, and sleep when you are sleepy. And the Sage of Confucius trapped the hundreds of races in this wilderness in this illusory world, and set up a sage barrier. Only this existence beyond the realm of saints has a chance to uncover the barrier of this saint, and those who do not have the cultivation of this saint will be assimilated by this barrier as soon as they touch it, and will be transformed into the energy of this barrier, and finally become a thread of soul on top of this barrier, tying this barrier tighter and tighter. Once separated, this barrier is close to tens of thousands of years old. Within these 10,000 years, the Hundred Tribes of the Plains have tried their best to break through this barrier set up by the Confucian Sage. The wilderness tribes tried all kinds of methods, but in the end, there was still no good way to solve this moat. In the end, the wilderness tribes went to the extreme, that is, they exchanged with the fallen high-grade gods, and were able to enter this depraved abyss, only in this fallen abyss, this wilderness tribe had the opportunity to break through the realm, and after reaching the realm of saints, they would have the opportunity to break the barrier of this illusory world, and if the barrier of this illusory world was broken, the wilderness tribes would have the opportunity to take revenge on the human race. ”

"You may not know about this fallen and noble deity, but when I have the opportunity, I will explain this deity to you. Saying that, Su Xinghe seemed to have some taboo, and when he talked about this depraved and high-grade god, Xuanhuo's words began to flicker, and his eyes were full of reminiscence.

"According to the records of the saint's family chronicles, the tribes of the wilderness spent a lot of effort, The great price is exchanged with this fallen high-grade god for the opportunity to go to this fallen abyss, and this fallen high-grade god has also lived up to the expectations of the entire wilderness tribes, and forcibly opened a small channel for the world barriers of this illusory world, but the opening of these passages has also taken hundreds of years, and the juniors who cannot cultivate in the hundreds of years of wilderness have slowly become old, and this person with a cultivation body can also slowly resist the erosion of this years according to this cultivation, and finally the illusory world where the wilderness is located has been finally opened up by this fallen god for a hundred years, but there are no good seedlings to cultivate among the wilderness tribes。 The patriarch and the people in this tribe finally deliberated, and the whole clan sacrificed, in exchange for youth, slowing down the flow of time, and instilling the life span of the whole clan to the patriarch at that time. ”

"After this patriarch entered this fallen abyss, he did not insult the expectations of the hundred tribes in the wilderness, and used the resources of this fallen god to forcibly cultivate to the realm of this sage, and after reaching the realm of this sage, he could no longer enter an inch, and finally this patriarch used his own means to assimilate this fallen high-grade god to this world barrier, and as soon as this fallen god died, this barrier became extremely fragile, and this patriarch relied on the posture of this sage to break the illusory world barrier set up by the saint of Kongqiu and descended on this continent. But at that time, the human race had become increasingly prosperous, and the general trend of the world was unstoppable. The patriarch of the hundred tribes in the wilderness was also very helpless, so he had to return to this fallen abyss, vent his anger at the people who existed in this fallen abyss, and the forces of this fallen abyss were also integrated by the patriarch one by one, and he wanted to organize a team of soldiers who could compete with the human race. At this point, Xuanhuo stopped his words and took a deep look at the murky sky.

"The patriarch of the Hundred Tribes of the Wilderness killed the king of the fallen abyss itself, that is, the fallen gods I told you, and not only that, but also killed the followers of the fallen god king, it can be said that the life of this fallen abyss is almost dark, bloody and bloody. At that time, there was a little boy, not very old, the son of this fallen god king, who was given high hopes by his followers, wanting to leave this fallen abyss and go to the human race to learn and cultivate, and finally have the opportunity to hold the revenge of this race. Xuanhuo said that there were already tears in his eyes, thinking back to the picture at that time, even if it was the current Xuanhuo, he still couldn't press his impulse for a long time, although it had been an unknown number of thousands of years.

In the end, the followers launched the Ragnarok Curse together, forcibly sending the son of the god-king to the human world.

"I am willing to give my generation in exchange for you to get rid of the predicament of wind and evil; I am willing to use my generation in exchange for you to remove maggots attached to the bones; I am willing to exchange my life for your stump to continue; I am willing to exchange my generation for your awakening and soul; I am willing to exchange my life for you to rebuild your glory! I wish to exchange my generation for your reign in the world!" The words of the follower who launched Ragnarok still echoed in Xuanhuo's ears, and the familiar faces were forcibly devoured by the power of Ragnarok, and in the end, only the ashes raised in the wind remained, and there was no dregs left.

But the patriarch of the Hundred Tribes of the Plains still refused to give up, and also used the power of this Holy Dao Qi and Blood to put a great curse on this boy.

Speaking of which, Su Xinghe didn't have to think about it to know, presumably this little boy was his master, the son of the fallen god god king, this identity was big enough.

Xuanhuo quietly told his previous experience, and his words were full of resentment for the world. Anger at the patriarch of the wilderness, but there was a sense of powerlessness.