Creation: From The Low-End Prehistoric To The Daluo Myth

The owner of the voice came walking.

In front of the Human Race Temple that has always been above the sky in the human world.

Slowly bow to the ancestors.

Then he was meticulous, with no sadness or joy in his eyes.

Wearing a green shirt, three thousand disciples came slowly behind him.

Bow down and salute to the ancestors of the human race who protected the world for Ten Thousand Years.

"The younger generation of the human race, Kong Ru, wants to explain the truth to the vast Sacred, the mighty prehistoric world!!"

Kong Ru, who was no longer young, said softly.

He doesn't have the dominance of an emperor, the sharpness of a swordsman, or the iron blood of a general.

But from the inside out, it reveals a force that is difficult to ignore.

That is the existence closest to the Tao and the closest to reason.

An ancient temple that has not heard a sound for more than ten thousand years.

For the first time an old and whispering voice sounded from it.

The voice was cold and indifferent, but no one would feel alienated from this voice "Nine Eighty Zero".

It's as if this voice has been engraved in my mind.

"True, the prehistoric Sacred is rampant, if you want to speak the truth, who will listen to it, and who will listen?"

Kong Ru smiled lightly when he heard this.

"The upper clear is the sky, and the lower turbid is the earth. This is the truth."

"Truth exists in the root of heaven and earth, since chaos still exists.

"What if no one cares?" the voice asked again.

Then three thousand disciples got up at the same time.

The momentum is endless.

Kong Ru straightened up slowly, with an indescribable gleam in his eyes.

So continue to say.

"So, Junior, there is still..."

"Convincing people with virtue!!"

Say it.

He took three thousand disciples to salute the temple again.

Then a carriage came from the world.

The world is mighty, and it goes to the prehistoric.

It took less than a moment for Kong Ru to leave.

A man in black walked up to the temple step by step.

A bright smile appeared on the young face.

There is no atmosphere of Confucianism, no unparalleled sword.

He just looked at the temple so heartily.

In the end, he said in an undisguised own voice.

"I have seen it in the world."

"Let's see how the Great Desolation is!"

The breeze blows.

Then the figure disappeared.

In the Human Race Temple.

A very powerful true self is sleeping in it.

Constantly aware of the existence of the Dao.

Try to break through to that fruit Realm.

If the human race does not have the Dao and Dao fruits, it will not be qualified to stand on the top of the world for a day.

There are Chao Shi and Yi sitting in the temple.

Eyes open and close.

"The general trend has risen, the human race is prosperous, and the present is hopeless."

You Chao said.

Yi looked at the departing Confucianists, swordsmen, and chivalrous men with deep eyes.

"After all, the human world is only a place to live temporarily. If the human race wants to be truly powerful, it must go to the real world.

Instead of immersing yourself in the world of flowers in the mirror and moon in the water!"

The current human race is already strong enough.

There are majestic emperors who swallow the heavens with anger, and unparalleled warriors who fight madness to accumulate strength in the human world.

There is a practitioner who went to the prehistoric land to open the way for the human race.

All of this is going in a certain direction that is full of changes.

"But it's all too dangerous, unpredictable, uninterruptible.

The Dashang Kingdom, with the existence of the Bloodline of the Suiren clan, was supposed to be the one that casts all luck in the human world.

However, the Great Qin Dynasty annexed the Great Shang Dynasty.

It is not in line with fate to determine the fate of the human race. Youchao frowned slightly and looked at the First Emperor in the human world.

There was a bit of indescribable deep meaning in his eyes.

"destiny?"

"If the human race believes in destiny, then we have already become puppets of the Sacred of the heavens!"

Yi said lightly.

When the human race was born, it was hindered by the Sacred of the heavens.

If it weren't for the protection of Nuwa, Fuxi and other great Luos, the human race would not have appeared in this world.

Not to mention the matter of opening up a world now.

You Chao nodded in agreement.

Then he smiled gratifiedly.

"They're stronger than I thought."

world.

The first emperor sitting on the throne suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking into the boundless sky.

It was as if he had glimpsed that powerful and loving eye.

"The ancestors of the human race, take a good look!"

"Look at the soldiers and horses of the human race today, how majestic are they?"

"Look at the current luck in the world, is it still majestic!"

He murmured quietly.

And then in the endless river of time. ,

The existence of the concept of the emperor began to slowly move closer to parallel.

The moment when this concept is completely condensed.

The human race should produce a Daluo Daoguo.

"Don't worry too much, the human race is not without a foothold in the wild."

"Shen Nong and Xuan Yuan, their current strength is not weaker than mine..."

Su Ming's voice slowly sounded from the long sleep.

The Youchao clan and the strong human race opened up the human world together, and the human race is immortal in the west, 0

But the human world is not the real world after all.

In the flood and famine, all living beings are fighting, even though the human race has entered the human world.

But there are still two major tribes that have been developing and growing in the wild.

One lives in the northwest of Honghuang, and the other lives in the southwest of Honghuang.

North and South confront each other, but continue to develop.

The luck of the human race was divided into three.

The world of the world is in the hands of the first emperor.

In the prehistoric period, it was under the control of the Yandi Department and the Huangdi Department.

Compete with hundreds of clans in the wild.

then.

Lay the Immortal foundation for Terran.

But Zhu Tian Da Luo Sui never set the rules.

But there is a certain number in my heart.

Before the gods and demons recover, Da Luo must not easily interfere with Honghuang.

But the fortunes of the weather have to fight.

therefore.

Da Luo's not to act without permission became the iron rule, and countless subordinate races under Da Luo's command began to fight in the prehistoric.

The two clans of liches have strong luck, so there is no need to compete.

But some trivial little demons are really dissatisfied and want to share a share of the great luck.

They gathered together and became, with a nine-tailed sky fox as the leader, established the Qingqiu Demon Kingdom and enshrined the Heaven Court.

And fight for luck.

And among the witches.

The big witch Chiyou couldn't understand the behavior of the monster tribe, and angrily led the own tribe out of the land of the witch tribe.

The Jiuli Tribe was established to compete with the Qingqiu Demon Kingdom.

in this way.

On the prehistoric, Daluo played chess, and in the prehistoric, hundreds of clans competed.

Among the endless years.

Daluo Honghuang took shape.

Su Zhou watched everything that happened in the prehistoric with satisfaction.

He smiled slightly at 2.6.

The current situation is the layout made by Zhutian Daluo in order to better supervise the birth of gods and demons in the future.

Laying the foundation of the prehistoric world is like raising Gu, and a hundred clans will have a panoramic view of the battle. In this case, they will also have a panoramic view of the reincarnation of gods and demons and control everything.

B...

"It's a pity, the idea is good, but you underestimated these acquired races, you sit on the road and feel the heavens,

Set the rules and think that you are the maker of the game, but you don't know, if you have always had this mentality.

Sooner or later, they will stand in front of you and even step on your heads!"

Su Zhou asserted.

Really Immortal World.

Hongjun sits in Lotus Position.

As if waiting for someone to arrive.

After a while.

Two Daoist figures stood in front of him respectfully.

"Zunti (received) met the teacher.".