A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

The sunset is like fire and the breeze is like gauze.

There are simple huts connected together, and you can't see the end at a glance.

There were shadowy figures among the paths and fields, and flashes of fire could be seen from time to time.

The aroma of wood and food filled the valley on the breeze.

A middle-aged man with a yellow face and long beard sat on the hillside, looking down at the tribe below with a frown on his face.

"Hey, didn't you defeat Shennong? Why are you still looking so miserable?"

Nine phoenixes crouched on the top of the mountain, like a raging flame dyeing half the mountain red. Eight heads were buried under their wings. Only one was left, hanging down to the side of the middle-aged man.

"It's not defeat, it's integration. We were enemies, but we share the same ideals."

The middle-aged man subconsciously reached out to touch Jiufeng. But he pulled his hand back halfway, saying, "The human race is too weak. In front of wild beasts and alien races, we have no power to struggle."

"You are not weak. Even if you are in the Wu Clan, you are still a master." Jiufeng took the initiative to put her head close to the middle-aged man and rubbed it gently: "Besides, the Wu Clan will protect you."

The tone was full of trust and intimacy.

A trace of struggle flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes: "Jiufeng, you are the leader of the Wu Clan. Can you give an order to stop the Wu Clan from eating people?"

Jiu Feng didn't notice his abnormality and said absentmindedly: "Many people in the tribe are carnivores. Hunting is becoming more and more difficult now, so we have to target humans. Since you asked me for help, I promise you. As long as you are alive, the Wu tribe will not eat humans. Even if one day you are gone, the Wu tribe will only eat humans over 40 years old."

In its view, this is a gesture of goodwill.

After all, middle-aged people have nothing to do with this world after death. Moreover, the physical strength of humans over 40 years old declines. Rather than becoming a burden, it is better to be the food of the witch tribe.

This is a good thing for both parties.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was slow to respond, Jiu Feng thought that he was touched. A proud look appeared between her eyebrows and eyes: "The princess of the Kuafu tribe is a premature baby. Her body size is not much bigger than that of humans. Why not arrange a marriage between the two tribes. This is an unprecedented happy event. The two tribes will be closer in the future."

The middle-aged man came back to his senses and responded casually: "Hmm? Okay!"

Jiufeng shook her head to make the feathers on her head more fluffy. She said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Hey, why are you so absent-minded today?"

The middle-aged man did not deny it. He sighed softly: "I... feel sad for the weakness of the human race."

Jiu Feng laughed loudly after hearing this: "Don't you have the Wu Clan? I heard that the Kuafu Clan got a piece of magic iron. I'll make you a weapon to give you courage."

"Really?"

"How can that be false? I am the chief of the Wu Clan. How about you give the weapon a name first?"

"Hmm...Xuan-Yuan Sword!"

"Bah! You are so narcissistic."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The shadow of the first Human Emperor appeared, and scenes from the past flashed quickly before Jiufeng.

At that time, it was young and vigorous, it was full of vigor and vitality, and it was gullible...

The sword wound on his chest had long since healed.

Seeing the phantom, the dull pain started again.

If there is hatred in the world that transcends life and death, it is the betrayal of those close to you!

"Duobao! The decline of Jiejiao is closely related to the human race. Are you really going to stop me?"

Jiufeng's tone was questioning, but she couldn't suppress the murderous aura in her body.

The Wu clan was even more eager to make a move, wanting to kill all the Jiejiao people who were blocking their way.

"laugh!"

Taoist Duobao tilted his head slightly to avoid the Xuanyuan sword energy that was coming. He smiled and said, "I am not protecting the human race. I am protecting the entire world. When the Wu Clan charges into the battle formation, they will inevitably come into contact with the God Clan on the other side. I don't need to emphasize the relationship between the Wu and God Clan, right? The first generation of the Human Emperor has been dead for nearly a thousand years, so why do you have to hold on to hatred?"

After a few words, Yu Shun was knocked into the ground again by Shi Yi.

When he crawled out, he was covered in blood.

Even the shadow behind him shook a few times.

However, Shi Yi also had two sword wounds on his thigh and shoulder.

The golden blood dyed the gorgeous robe even more brilliantly.

"Kill God! Kill God! Kill God!"

Seeing this, the human soldiers shouted one after another. No one was discouraged by Yu Shun's injury, and their morale was getting higher and higher.

But these sounds are extremely harsh to the witch clan.

What those humans shouted back then was "Witch Killing".

The scene is so similar!

Just at this moment, Yu led everyone to Duobao Taoist.

He bowed to Duobao Taoist, then turned to the direction of the Wu Clan and shouted loudly: "Hui Di Ji, Cong Ni Xiong, Wei Influence!"

This was a difficult sentence to understand. Jiufeng didn't understand what it meant.

Instead, a sincere and elegant voice sounded slowly: "It means that those who follow the way of heaven will prosper, and those who go against it will perish. The era of the witch clan is gone forever. Disturbing the world during the catastrophe of heaven and earth is an act of self-destruction."

The person who spoke was a skinny old man in a white robe and a long beard.

There is no cultivation on the body.

But every word he uttered seemed to contain profound truth, which made people admire him.

There were seven figures following the old man.

There are woodcutters, hunters, fishermen, scholars, and farmers.

Each of them has a transcendent demeanor.

Jiu Feng's rage calmed down a bit after hearing the old man's voice: "Humanism? Wasn't it destroyed by the Chan Sect? Are you here to join in the fun?"

The old man clasped his hands and bowed.

His attitude was polite and his tone was neither hurried nor slow: "A religion is founded on people, and the torch is passed on. Where there are people, there are people teaching. How can there be destruction?"

When Taishang Laojun founded the Human Religion, he passed the position of leader to Nuwa.

As a result, after a few years, Nuwa became a saint for repairing the sky and turned into a rule of heaven and earth.

The incident happened so suddenly that even the successor leader had not been chosen.

The human sect has no cultivation techniques and no strong fighting power.

Both backstage people don't care about mundane matters.

It ended in complete defeat at the beginning of the dispute between the three religions.

Not only was he deprived of the right to speak, but he was also not favored by luck.

But as the old man said, human beings must survive, knowledge must be passed on, and society must develop.

All of these are inseparable from the inheritance of human education.

Time flies.

The Demon Court supported by Jiejiao has been destroyed, and the Heaven Court supported by Xianjiao has also been involved in disputes. On the contrary, the Human Sect has quietly passed on knowledge.

Subtly enhancing influence.

"In that case, you will all perish together!"

Jiu Feng gradually calmed down, but her patience had already run out. She screamed, "Kill them all!"

Before they could make a move, six figures appeared out of nowhere in the sky.

"After all, they are uncivilized barbarians. They only take out their anger on the weak. Weren't you injured by Xuanyuan? Since Xuanyuan is not here, I, as your master, will play with you."

The person who was speaking was wearing a purple robe, holding the Heaven-shaking Seal in his hand and carrying the Immortal-killing Sword on his back.

It was none other than Emperor Huangdi’s master, Guangchengzi.

Also coming with him were Chi Jingzi, Yu Ding Zhenren, Tai Yi Zhenren, Huang Long Zhenren and Ci Hang Taoist.

They are all famous killing gods.

Jiu Feng was slightly surprised, but then burst into laughter: "Oh, six of the twelve golden immortals of the Chan sect have come at once! The Wu clan is really proud. What? Don't you three families want to fight first?"

Guang Chengzi glanced at Duobao Taoist out of the corner of his eye, pretending not to hear the sarcasm in Jiufeng's words.

The leaders of the three religions were brothers, so the initial disputes among the three religions were just literary battles.

Later, during a fight to seize treasure, Guang Chengzi accidentally killed the Holy Mother of Fire, which angered Duo Bao Taoist. This led to a fight to the death.

Guangchengzi was not afraid of Taoist Duobao.

In terms of seniority, he should call Duobao Taoist "senior brother". But after all, he killed someone's apprentice. He felt guilty.

In fact, he had already arrived. When he saw Duobao Taoist show up, he hid in the void and did not dare to show his head.

"Humph!"

Taoist Duobao is both protective and vindictive.

Seeing Guang Chengzi show up, he clenched his fists and made a "crackling" sound. He also spoke in a sarcastic tone: "A master teaches his disciple like him. Since it was someone's master who caused the trouble, he should have stood up earlier. How can you let others clean up your mess?"

The Golden Spirit Mother sighed and reminded him in a low voice: "Brother, let's put aside the past grudges. Now is not the time to ask for an explanation."

Taoist Duobao blew his beard and glared. The temperament of a powerful immortal was gone.

If the current environment wasn't too complicated, he would really like to compete with Guangchengzi.

But soon, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out again. He said to the Golden Spirit Mother: "Look, your good nephew is here!"

"Master's nephew?"

The Golden Spirit Holy Mother looked confused. Ever since the death of the Fire Spirit Holy Mother, Duobao Taoist had given up the idea of ​​accepting a disciple.

Could something strange have happened in these years?

His divine sense swept in the direction pointed by Taoist Duobao, and he saw a huge black shadow winding towards him.

The Sky-Swallowing Centipede was as fast as the wind, with dozens of human figures standing on its back.

These people are complex.

There are humans, demons, gods, humans and witches, and even elves.

The demon girl standing in the front seemed to sense something and looked over from afar...