The first volume of the Flood Desolate Continent is full of fighting spirit, fighting for heaven and earth

The roar of murderous intent shook the nine heavens and resounded through the wilderness.

In the Hebo Cave Mansion, Lin Qing's face changed sharply, gloomy as iron.

Now that Poison Kunlun is in a deep sleep, he can't fight against countless demon clans at all, as for the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Queen Mother of the West, as long as the big demons like Emperor Jun Taiyi don't make a move, they won't interfere too much in Lin Qing's life and death.

He is a chess piece, a chess piece of the Heavenly Dao Sage, and also a chess piece of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Wu Clan and the Demon Clan compete for the overlord of the Flood Wilderness, the Wu Clan wants to use Lin Qing's hand to weaken the power of the Demon Clan, they can only shoot within the tolerance of Emperor Jun Taiyi, once the limit of the two is exceeded, it will cause a new round of Lich War.

"Brother Houyi!" Concubine Mi's face turned pale, her teeth clenched and her lips clenched, as if she had made a great determination, "You and I should go to my father to avoid it!"

Nowadays, on the desolate land, there are not many people who can save Lin Qing, but the ancestor of the human race, Fuxi, is definitely among them.

"Does my uncle come to the door?" Lin Qingnuo smiled, shook his head very firmly and refused, there are some things that need to be faced by yourself, and hiding behind others for the rest of your life will only be lost to everyone.

Concubine Mi anxiously persuaded: "Brother Houyi, don't be stubborn, you can't fight against the demon clan alone, come with me!" Now that she has identified Lin Qing, she naturally thinks about him everywhere, this little woman's appearance, where is there still a trace of immortal rhyme that does not eat fireworks.

"Concubine Mi, listen to me, do you want to see a useless Hou Yi, and you want to see a Hou Yi who can only hide behind others forever?" Lin Qingsu asked in a loud voice.

"I! I!" Concubine Mi was speechless for a while, and finally could only give in, and said with concern: "But Brother Houyi, how will you fight against the demon clan?"

Smiling disapprerovingly, Lin Qing said: "The way of the world, why worry about not having a place for me to hide, as long as the time comes, I will shoot these ten flat-haired beasts!"

Poison Kunlun fell into a deep sleep, and the sun-shooting arrow and the sky-shaking bow were not completely fused, under the encirclement and suppression of the demon clan, he could only escape, and waited for the opportunity. On the day when Poison Kunlun woke up, it was time for him to shoot the Golden Crow.

Xuanyuan suddenly spoke: "Brother Houyi, why don't you go to my human race for a while?"

Shennong also nodded in agreement, and said, "Yes, Engong can go to my tribe for temporary refuge!"

Lin Qing was noncommittal, and said in a deep voice: "Xuanyuan, Shennong, what I say to you below must be kept in mind!"

The two nodded without hesitation, and Concubine Mi also smiled softly and slowly withdrew from the cave.

Gently watching Concubine Mi's elegant figure go away, Lin Qing's eyes were extremely solemn, he looked at the two of them, and said solemnly: "Do you think, who is the protagonist of the Heavenly Dao in this desolate land?"

Shennong smiled honestly and shook his head, but Xuanyuan groaned for a while, and said: "It's hard to say, between the lichs, it is impossible to determine which is stronger or weaker, although Emperor Jundong is strong, but the twelve ancestors are not weak!"

"Wrong!" Lin Qingshi shouted in shock: "The protagonist of the flood famine, the human race!"

"Terran?" The two of them were shocked, they both felt incredible, now that the Terran is in a safe corner, almost to the point of extinction, how can they be regarded as the protagonists of the desolate land, but for Lin Qing's words, the two are also convinced.

With an unfathomable indifference, Lin Qing said: "The human race is the protagonist of luck, this universe is desolate, and the human race should dominate it! You two are the hope of the rise of the human race!"

"We!" Shennong and Xuanyuan were stunned.

"That's good!" Lin Qing nodded and said, "Believe me, the human race will rise from the two of you, as for the reason, I can't say, you two are the emperors of heaven, and you are destined to reign over the world in this life!"

Domination of the world!

The corners of Xuanyuan's eyebrows flew, as if he was extremely yearning, and Shennong was silent and unmoved.

The corners of Xuanyuan's eyebrows flew, as if he was extremely fascinated, and Shennong was silent and unmoved.

"Remember what I said, the two of you, if you are together, you will benefit both, and if you fight, you will hurt both!"

Holding the Xuanyuan sword in the palm of his hand and sending it to Xuanyuan, he said: "Xuanyuan, this sword will be completely yours, I hope you don't insult its name!"

"Big brother, please rest assured! One day, I will let the prestige of the Xuanyuan Sword shock hundreds of millions of living beings on the desolate land!"

Lin Qing nodded, turned his gaze to Shennong again, and said, "Shennong, I also have something to give to you!"

"Engong! you have already given me an ochre whip, Shennong will not dare to be favored by Engong anymore!" Shennong waved his hand again and again.

"Are you sure you don't?" Lin Qing shook his head helplessly, and said to himself: "It's a pity that this baby saves lives and cures all diseases!"

"Engong, I'll accept it!" Shennong blushed, and said quite embarrassedly, if he hadn't heard the words "curing all diseases and saving the wounded", he would not have been able to speak anyway with his shallow face.

Looking up to the sky and laughing, Lin Qing gave an order to the summoning system in his mind: "Summon Shennong Ding!"

"The summoning was successful...... Ten....... Nine"

The white light flashed, and a simple and atmospheric four-legged bronze tripod appeared in place, the mottled tripod body, compared with the bizarre road pattern, the road pattern is simple and dignified, giving people a feeling of being as heavy as a mountain. On all sides of the copper tripod, the mountains and rivers are engraved with grass and trees, earth and stone streams, and a faint rhyme flows in it, and everything seems to be alive.

The copper tripod is four-legged, solemn and elegant, and there is a fragrance of herbs all over the body.

As soon as Shennong Ding appeared, Shennong's eyes instantly became hot, in his eyes, this life-saving medicine tripod was incomparable to any divine blade.

"Shending is nameless, so let's name it after Shennong!" Lin Qing stretched out his hand and pushed Shennong Ding down in front of Shennong.

Shennong Ding was born in the depths of chaos, for the innate treasure, there are refining herbs and turning the magic medicine, treating white bones, the living dead against the sky, its own indestructible, and it is also a defense treasure, this kind of indisputable treasure, just in line with Shennong's humble and easy-going temperament.

Stretching out his hand and gently rubbing the ancient ears of Shennong Ding, the thick and desolate breath came to his face, which seemed to come from ancient times and was breathtaking. A feeling of water melting, the blood in the bones throbbed sharply, this quaint Da Ding seemed to be connected with Shennong's blood.

Dripping blood to recognize the Lord and forcibly refining it is just a fall, which will only make the fit between the divine soldier and his own body reach the lowest point, if you want to make the divine soldier's treasure and his own body fit to the point of perfection, you can only let the divine soldier automatically recognize the master.

The treasure of the gods, the virtuous live in it!

Shennong is kind-hearted and naturally compassionate, and Shennong Ding did not resist a little, so he automatically chose to recognize the master.

The quaint body of the tripod sprinkled a thick rhyme, from the ancient desolate breath gushing out, the Shennong slowly lingered, drilled into the soul of Shennong, branded a mark of the ancient tripod.

The wisps of Taoist rhyme help it refine the Shennong Ding, but in the tea time, the simple and heavy Shennong Ding will turn into the size of a fingernail. Xiao Ding was shining, exuding a faint blue light, and went straight into Shennong's forehead, leaving a faint cyan mark at the center of his eyebrows, which made Mu Ne's honest Shennong look at it, and had a thick taste.

Helping Shennong refine Shennong Ding, Lin Qing said to Xuanyuan again: "Xuanyuan, the Xuanyuan Sword in your hand has not really recognized the master, if you want to make this Imperial Sword completely surrender, you need to stimulate all the divinity of the Emperor, and now you are far from enough!"

Xuanyuan's eyebrows flew, smiled confidently, and said, "Big brother, don't worry, this sword can only be regarded as the master, because I am the unique Xuanyuan!"

Hearing this, Lin Qingshen nodded thoughtfully, the treasure of the divine soldier, the master of the free heaven, he can't ask for it, just like himself, although he is nominally the master of the top ten divine soldiers, but he can't master any of the divine weapons. After Shennong Ding met Shennong, he chose to automatically recognize the master, and even the unruly Xuanyuan Sword, after meeting Xuanyuan, whose divine nature was not awakened, also chose to surrender.

"Now that this desolation is about to be in chaos again, you two will go back to the tribe first, remember my words, the day of the lich war is the time when the human race rises. If there are elders in your clan who oppose it, you don't have to listen to it, just rise up, otherwise, the human race will be in a corner of peace for the rest of its life! Until it perishes!" Lin Qing let out a loud shout, invading the souls of the two with his combat power, leaving a mark, so that his words just now will always linger in the memories of the two of them, and they dare not forget it for a moment!

"Big brother, so I will say goodbye to Shennong!" Xuanyuan bent his body and wanted to bow down, and Shennong followed his steps, bowing his head. Fortunately, Lin Qing was on guard in the morning, and reached out to support the two of them and prevent them from bowing.

"You remember, except for the elders in the clan, there are not many people in the desolate land who can withstand the worship of the two of you, and I am not among them! I hope that when I see you two again, I will no longer be today's thin young man, but a generation of emperors who will conquer the world and reign over the world!"

The two glanced at each other, nodded solemnly, and resolutely turned to leave, between the flying eyebrows, there was a faint trace of the emperor's coercion, although it was shallow and unpredictable, after all, it was the beginning of the edge.

The hidden dragon soars into the abyss, the scales and claws are flying, and today's teenager is going to rise up after all, and the dragon is soaring into the sky. At that time, there will be a honorific name that transcends the present and the ancient, and the eight famines, even under the erosion of time, will not fade more than half, but will become thicker and heavier with the precipitation of the years.

At that time, the inviolable god in the hearts of every Chinese people.

Yan!

Looking at the two immature figures disappearing in sight, Lin Qing slowly knelt on the ground and bowed his head, not for anything else, just because he was a descendant of Yan and Huang.

Slowly getting up, he looked gentle and retreated to the way he came, there, there was a touching color, swaying in the wind, like the most crystal snow on the top of the mountain, not eating fireworks, upside down all beings.

She is a brilliant fireworks frozen in ice, cold and blazing, lonely blooming season after season. Lin Qing knew that this wisp of the most brilliant color would only bloom for himself from now on!

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