After fate dissipated, it was like a gurgling stream rushing towards the sleeping Li Junhao.

"Live!" Before fate fell, he only had time to say this sentence, and then silently disappeared into Li Junhao's eyes.

He was freed from the Eye of Heaven and finally buried himself in the Eye of Heaven!

When the tide hit, the willow god bore the brunt, and the branches and leaves flew under the sweep of the wave, like a small sapling ravaged by the wind. Li Junhao, who was coerced by the willow god, was just wiped by the aftermath, and the blue treasure clothes on his body instantly turned into ashes, and his whole person was like going back in time, and his body gradually became smaller!

After that, a great wave swept in, washing them into the primeval Flood Age!

Since the end of the Lich War, Hongjun Zixiao Palace has preached, and now I don't know how many years have passed. The Xuanmen, headed by Hongjun, became the overlord of the flood in this era.

Therefore, the Third Age is also known as the Xuanmen Era.

The primeval flood is still a complete continent. There are innate gods and demons here, and there are countless alien races. In this era, the flood belongs to countless fierce beasts and alien races. The human race is born weak, and without supernatural powers, they are just poor creatures at the bottom of the wilderness.

Since the birth of Emperor Xi, he has created a way to worship totems for the human race. The Terrans have found a way to strengthen themselves, and it is also since then that the Terrans have been rapidly expanding towards the flood with the Buzhou Mountains as their roots. With the passing of the Yuanhui, the human race has grown from a population of 10 million to hundreds of millions now, all over the wilderness.

Honghuang Tang Valley.

Although it is said to be a valley, it has a wide area and occupies a distance of hundreds of millions of miles. Humans have migrated here since millions of years ago. Over millions of years, hundreds of tribes, large and small, have been formed in the Tang Valley.

The large tribes in the Tang Valley have a population of hundreds of millions, and the small ones also have tens of thousands of people.

The Flying Bear Tribe is named after a flying bear in the Heavenly Immortal Realm because its tribal totem is a flying bear. The tribe is located on the northwest edge of the Tang Valley and has a population of nearly one million. The tribe occupies a radius of thousands of miles, and in the sky above the tribe, there is a layer of hazy silver light, shrouding the boundary within a radius of thousands of miles. From afar, it looks like you're trapped in a silvery white cover.

They live by the mountains and rivers, and most of the tribes are low wooden houses, and only in the depths of the tribe can there be scattered huge stone houses. The tribe not only hunts in the mountains on weekdays, but also grows a crop called quinoa in the area protected by the totem.

Quinoa is more than a meter tall and resembles corn. There are nearly half of the ears of wheat on it, and each quinoa plant can produce dozens of catties of crystalline wheat grains. The wheat grains are like pearls, steamed and cooked like rice. And because its growth cycle is only one month, it has become the most common food of the tribe.

However, even if quinoa is cultivated under the protection of totemic brilliance, many human beings still die every year because of insects, snakes, and beasts. Therefore, every time they worked, they were guarded by a small number of tribal warriors.

On this day, the sky was blue and cloudless.

Under the protection of tribal warriors, hundreds of tribesmen led tens of thousands of slaves to work in the fields. They had to harvest enough quinoa before it got dark and then drive back to the tribe, otherwise the wilderness would be a forbidden area for the Terrans to penetrate, even with the protection of totemic brilliance.

"Wood, when do you say we will be able to follow the hunting team to hunt in the mountains and become real warriors. A warrior with a young face, dressed in a gray animal skin that could only wrap his lower body, holding a swarthy spear made of ironwood, tilted his head to look at his friend beside him, and asked helplessly.

As a man who aspires to become the strongest warrior in the tribe, he can only get this kind of job that is ridiculed, which really makes him very helpless.

"Stone, I'm not talking about you. You've asked me this question hundreds of times, so let's wait until when you become a Silver Warrior. Mu's face was delicate, and he glanced at his friend, and said helplessly.

The tribe has long stipulated that those who are not at the level of silver warriors cannot participate in hunting teams.

"I really envy those silver warriors who can ride the wind out of thin air and fly in the sky. Unlike us bronze warriors, who can only glide short distances at best. I heard that the most powerful warrior of the tribe, Lord Houxiong, has already become a golden warrior. You said that the legend of the golden warrior has the power to cut the mountain with only one palm and split the ground with his bare feet, is it true?"

When the stone heard his friend's words, he immediately withered. He actually knew in his heart that with his qualifications, he would be at the bronze level in this life, and he wanted to go further, unless Lord Totem was kind and blessed him. Wanting to step on silver with the practice of worshipping totems is just a beautiful dream.

He was just decadent for a moment, and immediately looked at his friend energetically, and said with an intoxicated expression.

"I should be about the same, I once heard the old warriors of the tribe say that bronze has a lifespan of only two hundred, silver has a lifespan of five hundred, and gold can have a thousand-year lifespan. Lord Houxiong is now six hundred years old, and he must have been a golden warrior for a long time. As for only holding the mountain, it shouldn't be possible. Why are people so strong?" Mu said, scratching his head, uncertain.

With his bronze strength, he only jumped ten feet high, and smashed a human-high stone with one punch. In his mind, even if the golden warrior was strong, it was impossible to break the mountain with one palm, which was too exaggerated.

Mu Yao looked at the mountains in the distance of the farmland, and secretly vetoed his friend's idea in his heart.

"Hey, why did it get dark so quickly today?" Stone nodded when he heard his friend's words. Then, he watched the sky gradually change, couldn't help but look up at the sky, scratched his head and said.

Just as Mu was thinking about it, the sky gradually became gloomy. However, in an instant, the sky was already covered with dark clouds, and the thunder between the clouds was raging, like purple dragons roaring on the sky. The thunder shook the heavens and the earth, and the wind between the heavens and the earth suddenly rose, and the posture of the storm was about to come.

"What is this?" said Wood, looking up at the sky, and let out a slightly panicked voice.

In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky spun like a huge funnel. In the center of the loophole, the thunder went berserk, and countless huge thunderbolts slashed towards the center of the funnel.

In just a few breaths, no other sounds could be heard in the heavens and the earth, only the roar of thunder and furious reverberation.

A moment later, Mu vaguely saw that in the depths of the dark clouds, a sacred tree appeared!

The sacred tree reached through the sky and the earth, emitting a hazy silver light. However, it was bare, and only the main trunk stood under the thunder.

Mu Yao watched the Divine Tree swaying among the endless thunder, and finally turned into a meteor and fell towards the tribe, his face instantly pale and bloodless.

In the depths of the Flying Bear Tribe, there is a hall dedicated to the tribal tote Flying Bear.

In front of the main hall stood two figures. One of them was seven feet tall and very strong. His face was dark, the muscles and bones under the gray cloth robe were bulging and flashing like bronze, and the green tendons on his two big hands like a pu fan were beating.

Beside him, the man was dressed in a snow-white coarse cloth robe, short and thin, with a full head of silver hair and a trembling figure, which really made people doubt how many days he could live. They are none other than the patriarch Hou Liao of the Flying Bear tribe and the great wizard Hou Feng.

The two of them stood in front of the main hall, looking at the sacred tree in the sky, their faces solemn. This kind of power is really terrifying.

"What do you have to tell Lord Flying Bear?" Hou Liao's eyes flashed with a worried look, and he turned his head to look at Bai Shou's back wind, and asked heavily.

Now this kind of change is completely beyond the ability of the warriors in the tribe to stop, even the strongest golden warriors have no effect in the face of this terrifying heavenly might. He could only hope that the tribe's totem could save the tribe from danger at a critical moment.

"Lord Flying Bear has gone out to visit friends!" Hou Feng didn't dare to look directly into Hou Liao's cold eyes, his face twitched, and he said helplessly.

As the totem of the tribe, the flying bear is famous for being lazy and lazy, so it is impossible to really go out to visit friends. However, Hou Feng thought of the Flying Bear's actions after the sky changed, and he really didn't have the face to say it in front of Hou Liao, otherwise he was afraid that the tribe's faith would have to be shattered.

At this time, in the mountains and forests behind the main hall, the Toteng Flying Bear enshrined by the Flying Bear Tribe had completely messed up.

The flying bear is nine feet tall, with a snow-white body and a pair of wide snow-white wings on its back. The wings stretched out to cover a length of ten feet, and they were densely covered with scales as clear as snow, the size of a fingernail, and very fine. The wings spread out, and a whirlwind hovered over the wings.

The flying bear looked panicked, moving its round body in the mountains and forests, looking for a place to hide in a panic. It felt like it was going crazy, there was a saint coming down in such a small place! Although the aura of the saint was a little strange, there was nothing wrong with that feeling.

For the saints, the flying bear does not know much. But it knows very well that in front of the saint, it is just a small ant, and there will definitely be no room for fighting back!

Therefore, he didn't even think about escaping, hoping to find a place to hide, and then carefully wait for the saint to leave.

At this moment, it saw the sacred tree in the sky turn into a streamer, flash from the sky above the mountain forest, and fall towards the jungle thousands of miles away.

"Boom!"

Then, with a violent roar, a huge mushroom cloud appeared over the jungle thousands of miles away!

The flying bear was stunned, what was going on? It scratched its head and looked at the sky that had calmed down for some time, and a glint flashed in its big eyes.

Could it be that the thing just now was just an item contaminated with the breath of a saint, and it wasn't the saint who came in person! Fei Xiong thought of the power of the change of color just now, and it seemed that it really did not match the saint, and his heart immediately became hot.

It hesitated in place for a moment, flapping its huge wings and rushing thousands of miles away. Just when the flying bear left for a few breaths, the patriarch of the Flying Bear tribe, Hou Liao, and the great wizard Hou Feng, drove the wind out of thin air like two streams of light across the void, heading towards the place where the willow god fell.

The distance of thousands of miles is only a moment for them.

Several people rushed to the place where Liu Shen fell, only to see that the originally flat jungle had turned into a huge sinkhole within a radius of dozens of miles. At the same time, the woods within a radius of hundreds of miles were all swept down by a powerful shock wave!

At the same time, when the willow god descended on the primeval world, in the Zixiao Palace nine heavens away.

Hongjun, who was sitting in meditation, suddenly felt a palpitation and opened his eyes from the practice.

Hongjun turned his head slightly, the divine light in his eyes flickered, there was chaotic evolution, and the three thousand avenues were displayed, making people dare not look directly. His eyes look through the endless space, towards Yutani!(To be continued.) )