Prehistoric: Human race at the beginning, stable for 100,000 years

The human race, the Zhenyi tribe and its northeastern tribe.

This place is well hidden in the dense forest, and it is very simple, so simple that there are only two small bamboo huts and a pool of water left.

The surrounding trees are very new, as if they were planted not long ago, and there are still signs of being shrouded in magic.

Seeing this, Xuandu couldn't help but feel a flash of loneliness in his eyes. This was a trace of the tribe's original move away, and they were the only two people left in the huge Northeastern tribe.

The mana shrouded in the trees is the source that keeps the trees 'always new'...

Xuandu's eyes seemed to flash back to the singing and dancing northeastern tribes hundreds of years ago, but it's a pity...

The human race is too fragile in the face of prehistoric times.

This place is also on the edge of the human race's territory. Not only does it enjoy less luck from the human race, but the 'outer circle' has also become somewhat ineffective in the past thousand years.

The ordinary tribesmen must be relocated, while the Northeastern tribesmen must be kept under observation.

This is the human race's border defense...

This important task finally fell on the two youngest Qi Refiners in the human race.

These two people are Xuandu and...

huh~

A stone shot from a distance, and Xuandu didn't have time to think about it. He immediately turned sideways and picked up Chang'e, narrowly avoiding the attack.

But before he could react, several more stones were shot out, heading straight for the front door of Xuandu.

Xuandu stamped his feet violently, and the green grass under his feet grew rapidly, blocking several stones.

A flash of cold light flashed, the greenery was cut in half, and a young man in black robe was seen heading straight towards Xuandu's front door with one palm.

Xuandu twitched the corner of his mouth, what do you mean by keeping it shining on your face! You must be jealous of how handsome I am!

Xuandu quickly took a few steps back and took out a Qiankun bag from behind: "Stop! Ji Heng, you want what you want!"

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Chang'e, and then grabbed the Qiankun bag: "I'll give you a quarter of an hour to explain what I did this time and where did I go?"

After that, he opened the Qiankun bag and opened the Qiankun bag.

"Ahem, Ji Heng, listen to my explanation."

Xuandu coughed dryly, then put down little Chang'e and began to talk.

Little Chang'e looked at the young man sitting casually on the ground, tinkering with the Qiankun Bag with a serious look on his face, and was slightly in a trance.

"He is brother Xuandu's best friend..."

It was just as the sun was setting in the west, and the red sun shone on Ji Heng's knife-like face.

He's so good-looking... He's indeed more handsome than brother Xuandu.

His name is Ji Heng, a very catchy name.

... As night falls, the tribes in the Northeast seem to be covered with a layer of white gauze.

The moonlight was reflected in the center of the pool, and the bright white moonlight illuminated the 'entire' tribe.

Chang'e curled up into a small ball and dozed on the green grass.

"That's how it is!" Xuandu breathed a long sigh of relief and drew a stream of water from the pool into his mouth.

"So, the demon tribe has already started to take action?" Ji Heng touched his chin, then shook his head, quite helpless.

Sure enough, some things are bound to happen. The human race who runs with all their strength is not an enemy with one move after all.

But fortunately the news didn't come out...

Opportunities always exist. Under the way of heaven, all living beings have a chance of survival.

Xuandu nodded, then shook his head: "This operation of the demon clan was led by the demon generals under the Jiuying Demon Saint. I also saw the body of a nine-headed monster in the southwestern tribe of shamans, and...

On the edge of the Suiren clan's ancestor's territory, a nine-headed strange bird reaching the heavenly realm also appeared. It should be a blood relative of the Nine Infant Demon Saint.

They probably discovered the secret of the witch people, which is related to the witch clan. Even if they take action..."

"The Holy Mother has nothing to say, so this matter can only be left alone, right?"

Ji Heng was the first to speak: "The Holy Mother is not only the Holy Mother of our human race, but also the Emperor Wa of the demon race, and she is now the sister of Emperor Xi of Heaven.

Although it would be difficult for the Holy Mother to be caught in the middle, but within the period of ten thousand years of blessing, the demon clan will not take direct action against the human race.

But those people... mated with the Witch Clan, even the Holy Mother Queen couldn't say anything. Moreover, in remote areas, a small number of clan members died, and we couldn't even find them. "

"Yes." Xuandu sighed faintly:

"The demon clan and the witch clan are incompatible with each other. If they are fighting for life or death, they must be strong and you are weak to control the world."

"Forget it, let's not talk about it." Ji Heng shook his head and smiled: "Did you gain anything this time?"

"Reap?" Xuandu was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "There should be some, right?"

Ji Heng heard this and said helplessly: "Well, it's useless to say all this now. We should still solve the famine problem of the Central Tribe first..."

"Famine?" Xuandu frowned:

"It's strange to say that I felt a little weird on the way back. It turned out that there was a famine, but how could there be a famine in the human race now?"

Ji Heng's expression did not change. He just stood up and walked towards the water:

“The border has become increasingly unstable recently, and it seems to have been this way for five or six years.

The fleeing tribesmen came to our Zhenyi tribe, and the burden of food, clothing, and shelter doubled. According to this situation, the Zhenyi tribe can only ask for help from the ancestors of the Suiren clan. No, they have already asked for help some time ago. .

However, asking for help can only solve the urgent need for a while. In the long run, it will only be a vicious cycle. The ten-thousand-year period set by the Holy Mother is approaching, and our human race will truly face the danger of prehistoric times. "

Ji Heng said he was very hesitant. At this time, he just wanted to order Genhuazi.

Sitting by the pool, Ji Heng moved his eyes to Chang'e, who was curled up on the lawn, and took a closer look.

'Chang'e...'

This name actually reminded Ji Heng of a long time ago.

My cultivation level is getting higher and higher, and it seems that I haven't been as relaxed as today for a long time.

The burden of border security has always been on me alone. Should I say that the ancestor of the Zhenyi clan really thinks highly of me, or is there no one left...

‘Chang’e…Chang’e flies to the moon’

I really can’t imagine that after that, I, the ‘lucky guy’, would be given a chance to reopen.

After thousands of years, even if it is as solid as a rock, it will leave traces under the erosion of the river of time.

It’s like watching the story of ‘others’ in a hurry.

There are no powerful monks who fly into the sky and escape from the earth, there are no cruel and bloodthirsty lich clans, and there are no sudden 'natural disasters' that crush a living being into powder.

There, there is no ‘god’ who is aloof and looks down upon the mortal world!

Maybe there is a god there too, but no one knows about it.

This story stops at a young man with gray hair and a bloodless face, lying in a white room, looking at the ceiling, and slowly, his breathing becomes weaker and weaker...

The hiatus lasted for a long time, and when I remembered it again, it was two little kids pulling grass and playing in the mud by the pool, getting beaten by their grandma...

It was not until more than twenty years later that the friend who played in the mud with him when he was a child had tears in his eyes and his voice was trembling, but his eyes were firm and he said that sentence:

"I want to become an immortal! Even if I cross thousands of mountains and rivers and go through all kinds of hardships, I still want to find a way to become an immortal. I don't want to see any of my clansmen lose their lives because of my weakness!"

This little friend is named Xuandu. This is the northeastern tribe of the Zhenyi clan. This is the wild land. This is an era when immortals and gods are everywhere!

This is fate, um, fate.

The myth really exists, maybe Meng Po soup is mixed with water...so that I can live a second life.

Ji Heng sighed lightly, sealed the memory and placed it in the deepest part of his mind.

No matter what, once you have been reborn, you must live this life well.

This environment is not stable, and can even be said to be extremely dangerous.

You don't even know when you were passed by a mediocre Daluo Jinxian who tried his newly acquired magical power and destroyed the entire tribe with a slap.

Ancient times!

This is a world with a full difficulty level in the world of cultivating immortals. In the past, there was a meat grinder where the three clans fought, and later there was a war between lichs that shattered the world, and there was also a battle between saints and refining the prehistoric world.

Moreover, it was still an extremely unfriendly era.

The early days of the human race!

As the Lich War continues, what the human race will face is the refining of the Witch-Slaying Sword, the endless killing of the demon race, and a situation where no one can survive!

Among them, there are some such things as ten days in the same sky, which I will not go into details.

Just talk about this witch-slaying sword! It already made Ji Heng feel deep despair.

For thousands of years, he has worked hard for the human race and done a lot of things. He was even named the priest of the Northeastern tribe.

Although people within the human race are stable and prosperous, this is all temporary...

Ji Heng is now praying that the future 'Head of the Six Saints' can quickly see the difficulties of the human race, protect the human race, and give the human race some hope of survival in the cracks of the lich.

As early as hundreds of years ago, Ji Heng set a goal for himself.

Live and let more people live!

Only by truly experiencing the "beginning of man" can we understand the preciousness of this race.

If nothing can be done in the end...

Ji Heng glanced at Xuandu who was deep in thought behind him, and smiled dumbly in his heart.

If nothing can be done, there is still a way to save one's life.

"Ji Heng! Ji Heng!"

Xuandu waved his arm in front of Ji Heng, bringing Ji Heng back to his senses.

"Eh~" Xuandu glanced at Ji Heng with some disgust and frowned:

"You kid, why is this look in your eyes so...indescribable? I always feel like you are thinking bad things about me!"

"Haha." Ji Heng rolled his eyes: "Please leave politely."

... Late at night, the bright moonlight is reflected in the water, causing ripples and slight waves from time to time.

A ray of light golden light streaked across the night sky, gently cutting through the silent starry sky.

The golden light fell in front of Ji Heng, circled around him twice, and then penetrated into his chest.

Suddenly, a subtle Taoist rhyme spread in Ji Heng's heart:

[Outside the land of the human race, depending on you, ninety thousand miles north, you can solve the danger of the human race]

Ji Heng understood the idea and bowed to the void: "Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

【good】

At this time, Ji Heng's worried heart was finally relieved.

With the guidance of his master, this matter is basically a sure thing.

I want to ask who this master is...

Ji Heng might not have known it before, but after thinking about it and combining his experiences in the past thousand years, he had an answer in his mind.

In short, the master may not be very strong compared to other hangings, but in a certain aspect, he can be said to be the first person under Hedao Hongjun.

With his hanging heart relieved, Ji Heng lay peacefully on the bamboo bed.

The spirit gradually weakened, and the consciousness began to become a little blurry.

"It seems that I haven't slept for a long time... Sure enough, even after becoming an immortal, you can't always 'work'. I really don't know how those working overtime workers in the previous life managed to sleep three to five hours a day. For mortals, This is really unreasonable.”

Even Ji Heng, who has become an immortal, cannot bear the exhaustion of his soul.

However, it is understandable. I have been working for the human race for six years, living in dire straits every day, and I am really mentally exhausted. Now I am not carrying this pressure alone, and I can finally have a good rest. For a moment.