The fire was raging, the smell of barbecue and burnt meat wafted around, red and black intertwined, and the shouts of killing never stopped. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Is there an unshakable foundation in the world?" Cangjie looked at the scene around him, and his spirit was a little trance-like.

Since the Yellow Emperor of Xuanyuan, up to now, Zhulu City has a history of more than 3,000 years, but today it has been burned down by people, and the foundation of the ages has been destroyed.

I saw him rise up a tall building, I saw him feast guests, and I saw his building collapse.

Cangjie is already a person from outside the square, and it stands to reason that he has little to do with this divine city, but this world's first male city was indeed designed and supervised by him and several big cities back then, and he has a deep affection for every soil and tile. Now that this city has become a passing cloud, how can this make Cangjie feel relieved.

"The past will be the past, and there is no connection between here and a certain family. Cangjie sighed faintly, shrunk into inches, and stepped into his own house.

After thousands of years of government and politics, the family that alongside him has become dust, and the only people in the entire city who are still connected with Cangjie are his descendants.

Cultivating immortals is not to cut off the common fate, let alone ruthless and unrighteous, so Cangjie is here to pull his own family along, so as not to destroy his bloodline in this chaos.

After a while, Cangjie flew to a place ten miles away from Xuanyuan City, and with a wave of his cuffs, nearly a thousand people flew out of Cangjie's sleeves.

"Thank you Ancestor for saving me!"

The descendants of Cangjie knelt on the ground and shouted together.

"Wait, that's all the old man can help. Cangjie said expressionlessly.

At this time, Xuanyuan City was still burning, and the flames soared into the sky, illuminating the area brightly, and the night was like day.

"Ancestor, I don't know what we should do in the future?"

The current patriarch of the Cangjie clan asked cautiously.

"You take refuge in a fiefdom for the time being, and then be born after the world is peaceful. Cangjie said lightly.

Cangjie's original surname was Hou Gang, because of the history of the fiefdom name, so the Cangjie family can also be called Shi's.

"I'll understand. The clansmen said in unison.

"You can do it yourself later. ”

After this sentence fell, Cangjie disappeared without a trace.

After the fire in Xuanyuan City, Cangjie's thoughts about future generations have faded. The city was destroyed in one fell swoop, in addition to some immortals behind the promotion, but also the descendants of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor did not cherish the inheritance left by their ancestors, for the supreme position in the world, all kinds of struggles appeared, and even in the capital several wars, and finally destroyed this foundation of hegemony established with the Xuanyuan King after the world.

Therefore, Cangjie has looked down on these descendants, and if the descendants have the talent and ability, they can earn what they need. If the children and grandchildren are not good, no matter how much they leave behind, they will be ruined.

In this case, Cangjie doesn't need to think about these descendants who don't know how many generations have passed, if they still have a little interest, Cangjie will recognize them, if they themselves are not good, Cangjie will no longer want to care about them. Now Cangjie lives only for himself!

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A fire burned for three months, and it was difficult to extinguish even when it rained. Zhulu City, the ancestral city representing the Yanhuang clan, was destroyed in the hands of his descendants.

Destroying the deer, the position of the king of the people is vacant, the world is ignorant, the world is shaking, although all parts of Middle-earth and several other Terran territories belong to the semi-independent state of listening to the tune and not listening to the announcement, then they will still respect the heir of Xuanyuan as the king above their heads.

But this time, the Xuanyuan clan died by themselves, destroying what their ancestors left them with their own hands, and at the same time, because of the war and coup d'état, the original human king also died in the palace, and there was no owner in the world.

Those with strength from all sides, careerists have become self-reliant, and if they no longer respect the order of Lucheng, the entire Central Continent will fall into turmoil again.

There is no male lord in the world, and no one can pacify the whole world. In the first few hundred years, the human race fought each other for the position of the common lord of the world. But when the world is in a state of affairs, when people find that they cannot annex their opponents, those independent kingdoms cannot be merged.

The long-term order has collapsed, new rules have begun to be established, the co-lord of the world is not there, the Terran vassal states are numerous, and they have to admit each other, the longer the Terran begins to forget the era of unification, if there is no Mandate of Heaven Emperor to come to the world, the Terran will be unavoidable.

From the beginning of the turmoil, it became peaceful, although the various vassal states still had time to kill, but compared to the initial moment, there was a lot less war, and because of the isolation of regional countries.

Although there are still many people who call themselves the Yan and Huang tribes, they can call themselves more Yue people, Wu people and other ethnic groups divided by region, country, and living habits.

The culture of each ethnic group also began to develop in various ways, clothing and clothing were in line with local particularities, music and dance were different from person to person, and even the unified seal script began to be divided and improved by the human race at that time because of national reasons, and became a special script of its own country.

For many immortals, it is not without benefit that the princes are numerous, and the unified human race only worships the five emperors and sages of the human race, as well as some righteous gods of the heavenly court. And some small gods and wild gods can't get much sacrifice, but now it's different, because of the war, so that there is a need for wild rituals, obscenity, and distribution.

They may not have great ability, but it is still easy to bless a small country and become a true god revered by more than 100,000 people, and many immortals have also taken advantage of this opportunity for dragons and snakes to appear to the earth, spread the Taoist system, and accept disciples to preach. Many of the ideas and avenues that were previously officially forbidden can now be propagated in a righteous and bright way, which has led to the emergence of many great sages in the human race who have achieved something in terms of ideology.

All in all, it seems that there is no co-master who suppresses everything, and the world has become more exciting.

"Poof—"

Fu Xi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at everything that had happened in the world before through his supernatural powers.

"It's a good strategy, but this time it's a lesson. Fu Xi said coldly.

Because of the long-term division, the beliefs and beliefs of the human race could not be unified, and at the same time, because of the war, the luck of the human race at this time declined.

History is moving forward in a spiral state, and the same is true for the development of the human race, although these luck will still rise, but at this time, the five gods who have cultivated because of human luck have been subjected to some backlash. Although it was not a major injury, it also delayed their cultivation and made them lose something.

"Fortunately, those of them haven't lost their hearts yet, and they haven't promoted the human race as the Pangu tribe again, so that the luck of humanity will be reversed, otherwise I won't be able to please him. Shennong took out a few pills and handed them to the four gods.

"Thank you, Brother Huang. Xuanyuan and the others responded.

"It doesn't matter, we are now connected by luck and are all one, and such small things are not worth mentioning. Shennong smiled.

(To be continued.) )