Siheyuan: I'm not happy, don't even think about having a good life

After determining what he wanted, the power of faith in his sea of ​​consciousness and the power of merit in his dantian began to boil.

The power of merit refines the body, and the power of faith refines the soul, and the whole person improves rapidly.

A month later, the power of faith and merit were exhausted at the same time, and Hong Guan opened his eyes again.

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Strength: (Adult 5)

Min: (Adult 5)

Endurance: (Adults 5)

God: (Adult 5)

Equipment: Evil Dragon Axe, Evil Dragon Armor, Evil Dragon Banner, Ring of Power

Talents: Superhuman body MAX, electromagnetic control MAX

Bloodline: Bloodline of the Wicked Dragon

Skill: Extreme Heavenly Demonic Art

Comprehensive evaluation: Daluo Jinxian primary

Sentiment value: 270 million

Evil dragon blood concentration: 35%

The power of merit improves the three attributes of strength, agility and endurance, and the power of faith improves the divinity. Now, there are no shortcomings in his four-dimensional attributes.

However, there are no humans in the prehistoric world now, and the witch clan has already been born. Because of gravity, the physical attributes after birth are at least over 100.

Even if an adult witch has not practiced cultivation, his attributes are definitely over two thousand.

Coming out of the dense forest manor, a new pattern appeared in the entire primitive world.

On the prehistoric continent, the three poles split into two. Di Jun and Donghuang Taizu formed the demon clan's heaven, with Kunpeng Demon Emperor as their think tank, and became the protagonists of heaven and earth.

The witch clan continued to multiply, and the strong ones became the twelve ancestor witches and eight great witches, Houyi, Xingtian, Kuafu, Xingtian, Fengbo, Yushi, Xiangliu and Jiufeng.

His strength is no less than that of the Ancestral Witch. He dominates the earth and confronts the Heaven.

After the demons were defeated, they entered the underground Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood and were protected by the ancestor of the Styx.

The sea of ​​blood will not dry up, the river of Hades will not die, and the demons, like the dragon, phoenix and other three tribes, have inherited tremendous karma, but they can still survive.

Walking on the prehistoric continent, Hong Guan also discovered that although the Wu tribe had their own civilization, they mostly ate raw meat and drank blood.

Powerful ones such as the Ancestral Witch and the Great Witch all have their own tribes, but the people in the tribes do not live well. Natural disasters and diseases have caused heavy casualties among the ordinary people of the Witch clan.

Hong Guan's eyes lit up. Here came the opportunity to gain merit, right?

He became a disseminator of civilization, traveling between tribes, spreading the use of fire, teaching them how to tame monsters, and how to farm, fish and hunt.

Gradually, trading markets were formed between large tribes, and small tribes came to large tribes to barter.

In order to gain more merit, Hong Guan also took over the job of the future Shennong and taught the witches how to use medicinal herbs to treat diseases.

Over a period of time, the population of the witch tribe increased dramatically, their chances of survival continued to increase, and their appearance became increasingly similar to that of humans.

When I was watching TV before I traveled through time, I thought that the witches were similar to humans. In fact, there is a huge difference. They look more beastly than beasts.

For example, Dijiang is like a yellow bag, red as fire, with six legs and four wings, solid and faceless, and his expertise is space and speed.

This person doesn't sound like a human at all. When Hong Guan first saw Dijiang, he felt numb. After shrinking, his height was still nearly 100 meters. Many of his people were trampled to death by him.

There is also Ju Mang, who is as green as a bamboo, has a bird's body and a human face, rides on two dragons, and his magical power is to control trees.

Isn’t this just a mutated birdman?

During the thousand years, Hong Guan had reaped countless merits. The witch clan multiplied rapidly, and their numbers almost exceeded those of the demon clan, which frightened Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

They didn’t respect the Heavenly Court before. Now if the human population exceeds that of monsters, then what’s the point of their doing?

As a result, the war between the witch clan and the demon clan began to break out on a small scale. Hong Guan once again transformed himself into a corpse collector, responsible for creating the battlefield and collecting a large number of corpses.

As we all know, the Wu clan was originally formed from Pangu's essence and blood. Although the bloodline is becoming increasingly thinner, it still exists.

The bodies of the monsters are full of treasures. After Hong Guan collected the corpses, he peeled off the skins of the monsters and sacrificed the rest to the embryonic universe, allowing the embryonic universe to continue to evolve.

Watching the evolution of the universe also helped Hong Guan to improve his cultivation.

A hundred years passed in a flash, and the youngest son of the demon clan's Prince Jinwu was shot to death by his descendants as if he were a mixed-feather bird. The ten golden crows were furious and vowed to teach the witch clan a lesson.

So they chose Chiyou's tribe and led the demon army to attack.

The result was tragic. Chi You had eighty-one brothers, whose cultivation was close to that of a great wizard. They led various tribes and fought back. The demon clan failed to gain anything, and only a few remnants escaped.

The rest of the people were killed by Chiyou and his men. Chiyou's tribe also suffered heavy losses, with half of the population killed.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were furious, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches were also furious.

Di Jun was furious because you, the Wu clan, did not give him face and actually wiped out our entire army.

The Witch Clan was angry because the people in Heaven were not polite. It would have been fine if they just had small fights, but why did you start a big fight?

The Twelve Ancestral Witches took Chi You to the Heavenly Palace to confront Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, and the Witch Clan also began to prepare for war.

Hong was watching and laughing. Anyway, he had gained merit. The more they fought, the more benefits he would get.

He found a small island, used the old method to set up a magic fire formation, consumed merits, and began to deduce the great way to create the world.

As the sun rose and the moon set, Hong Guan's body was slowly covered with dust and gradually turned into a clay figure. Birds built nests on the clay figures and reproduced.

But on land, there is no such peace. There are constant frictions between the two races of wizards and liches. There is a small fight every three days and a big fight every five days. The losses of the two races are constantly increasing.

When Hong Guan opened his eyes again, it was two thousand years later. The bird above his head had become a monster. Seeing the stone statue cracked, it panicked and flew away, grabbing the bird's nest.

As Hong Guan stood up, the bird demon cried out in fear, "The witch tribe is coming, the witch tribe is coming, everyone be careful."

Hong Guan was confused. What the hell? They had fought to an island overseas? This was the gathering place of the demons, so how could the magic fire formation not be triggered?

They soon understood what was going on. It turned out that the monsters here were all descendants of bird monsters. Their cultivation was very low and they could not meet the conditions to trigger the magic fire formation.

With a wave of his hand, the bird demon flew onto Hong Guan's palm and said, "Tell me about the situation outside. Are the witch tribe and the demon tribe still fighting?"

"Yes, they were fighting all the time. I could see them when I was looking for food, but I didn't dare to go onto land."

"Okay, live well here, goodbye!"

Transforming into a ray of golden light, Hong Guan came to the land and looked for his previous tribe, but it had become a wasteland.

Under the power of the demon clan and the witch clan, this place has become barren and it seems to have been like this for hundreds of years.

He took out a mask made of monster skin and put it on his face. His body kept growing taller until he became a big man over five meters tall, running continuously on the ground.

After running thousands of miles, I finally found the tribe’s gathering place.

The tribes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches are on the periphery, further in are the territories of the eight great witches, and at the innermost are some small tribes.

With such a layout, even if the demons invade, they will be able to resist and will not cause too much loss to the witches with low cultivation.

Seeing Hong Guan, two ten-meter-tall guards at the door walked up to Hong Guan, holding rough spears.

"Who are you and why did you come to the tribe?"

"My name is Hong Guan, I'm the one who taught you how to use fire!"

The two looked him up and down. "Didn't you disappear?"

"I am only going overseas for retreat. I want to see the ancestor witch Hou Tu. Is she in the tribe?"

"We belong to the Xuanming tribe, and we don't know anything about Hou Tu Zu Wu. You can come in and we will inform her."

"Okay, thank you."

Just when Hong Guan was about to enter the tribe, a cloud of celebration fell from the sky. After the cloud dissipated, two children, a boy and a girl, were revealed.

It was the two boys of Hongjun, Qingyang Boy and Jiuguang Xuannv, who had met Hongguan once before.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

These words made Hong Guan's hair stand on end. He almost drew out his Evil Dragon Axe and chopped the two of them with the axe. Is it possible to say such a thing casually?

"So it's Brother Qingyang and Brother Jiuguang. What do you want from me?"

Qingyang boy smiled and said, "Congratulations on your great progress. I didn't expect that after not seeing you for so many years, you have already achieved the Great Dao."

"Thank you, Brother Qingyang. It's just a coincidence. It's just luck."

"I don't know?"

"Fellow Daoist Hong Guan, we are following the will of the saint and invite you to go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the saint's teachings."

"What?"

"Listen to the saints preach."

"I wonder when it will start?"

"It will begin in three days. If you have nothing to do, come with us now. Otherwise, you may not be able to catch up. If you want to listen to the saint's teachings again, it will take another three thousand years."

"Okay, I will leave with you two Taoist friends now. Please tell Hou Tu Zu Wu that Hong Guan will come to visit again another day."

Sitting on Qingyun, none of the three wanted to talk. Hong Guan was wondering why Hongjun would let him attend the class.

According to Genjiao, those who can listen to Hongjun's preaching are all very powerful people. Even if one's cultivation is high, he cannot be in Hongjun's eyes, unless he does not want to get involved in the war between wizards and liches.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed and Qingyun landed in Zixiao Palace. The two asked Hong Guan to find a place by himself, and they went to report to Hongjun.

Looking at the people around, none of them are qualified to sit down. The only ones who can sit down are those in the front row.

The sermon had not yet begun, and these people were trying to build relationships. Hong Guan heard a piece of news that this was already Hongjun's second sermon.

This is confirmed. The old fellow Hongjun is about to merge himself with the Tao. He may have already sensed the Way of Heaven and just doesn't want to interfere in the war between the wizards and the liches.

Otherwise, when I first came out, it was the first time I preached, why didn't they call me? I didn't hear the great Sanskrit sound either.

This time when he just came out of retreat, he still didn't hear the sound of the great Sanskrit, which meant that he had no chance to preach. However, two boys came to him, at the gate of the witch tribe.

As a bell rang, everyone fell silent, and Hong Guan looked at the eleven cushions in the front.

In addition to the Six Saints, there are also Donghuang Taiyi, Di Jun, Zhen Yuanzi, Demon Master Kunpeng and Hongyun Patriarch.

Even the old man of the Styx in the Netherworld Blood Sea has to sit in the second row.

The most miserable person here should be the Old Ancestor Hongyun. Although he is called the Old Ancestor, his cultivation is far inferior to that of the Old Ancestor Yangmei. He is the first red cloud to achieve enlightenment after the creation of the world.

Later, because he obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he was plotted against by the demon master Kunpeng, his body was destroyed, and the Hongmeng Purple Qi disappeared.