Please allow me to salt fish [Hong Huang]

The heaven and the earth are originally chaotic, as round as a chicken.It wasn't until Pangu opened the sky, and the body transformed into the prehistoric, that there was a division of heaven and earth, mountains and oceans.

Famine does not remember the year.

I don't know how long it took, this barren land began to have dragons singing and phoenixes singing, unicorns and beasts, although there were jungles and predators, it was full of vitality.

In the boundless sea, a big fish that has been sleeping until now slowly opened its eyes.

Kunpeng pulled himself out of the sand on the bottom of the sea, and the surrounding sea water immediately became turbid due to the turbulence.

Lightly flicking its tail, the waves were choppy, and the fish surfaced. Looking at the sea surrounded by water, Kunpeng spouted a jet of water, and a light rain fell for a thousand miles around.

As a big monster with its own innate inheritance, even if it can only be regarded as just born, Kunpeng already has a preliminary understanding of the prehistoric world, and also understands the reason for his heel.

"Why is the living environment in this wilderness so bad, can it be better!"

Although he hasn't lived in the prehistoric world, and there should be no harm if there is no comparison, Kunpeng always has the illusion that the prehistoric era in his memory is beautiful.

Um?The flood in his memory?Shouldn't the Hong Huang in his memory be the Hong Huang he understood from the inheritance? He just woke up, and where did he get the good illusion of the Hong Huang?

Kunpeng circled in the water unconsciously, always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, but it was so possible, not to mention that he was born with a photographic memory as a congenital demon god, but that he was just born, how could he be so powerful? How about erasing his memory?

According to the inheritance, he didn't miss the time to wake up!

"Maybe it's Alzheimer's disease?" Startled by the thought that popped up in his mind, Kunpeng floated on the water in a daze.

There is no explanation for this disease in his inherited memory, and he can only subconsciously understand it as a common disease after the age of 80 or [-]. The symptom is that his memory is disordered.

"No, no, that's absolutely impossible."

Shaking his head violently in his heart, Kunpeng opened his mouth wide and took a deep breath, head down to cut open the sea surface, and buried his whole body in the seawater.

The water in all directions gave Kunpeng a sense of security. He decided to ignore the question of whether he has dementia or not. Maybe he had seen something he shouldn't have seen, and was tampered with by a certain power?

At least this one may be much easier to accept than Alzheimer's.

Kunpeng, who escaped silently, continued to digest the inheritance in his mind.

"Well, I'm the only one in the Kunpeng clan, wouldn't it mean that if I die, the clan will be wiped out? Such a fragile ecological chain is prone to problems!"

"Am I a fish or a bird? This is simply unscientific from a biological point of view. And in theory, my race seems to be able to reproduce itself, and it should be possible to switch genders. Is there a proper term for this? - self-inflicted?"

Kunpeng suddenly trembled, as if he had said something extraordinary, and quickly skipped the relevant questions.

"However, both fish and birds seem to be oviparous animals. Should I come out of the egg? Why haven't I seen my own egg? Shouldn't I eat the eggshell when I first came out? What about my eggshell? Did I wake up before? Eat it while you're at it?"

"No, the prehistoric creatures were all transformed by Pan Gu's legacy. I was born not by my mother, but by my father. So my father didn't have an eggshell? But Father God Pangu was also born in an eggshell..."

All kinds of suffocating questions popped up from time to time while Kunpeng looked into his head. Fortunately, these all happened in his own mind, so no one noticed this prehistoric resident who obviously thought differently.

After sorting out the knowledge and memory, except for the confusion of the memory itself, no other problems were found, and it did not affect him too much. Kunpeng felt that he had already planned for the future.

——The top priority is to settle down in Honghuang.

But not in the sea.

The first thing to settle down is to look at the location. Even if Kunpeng doesn't know where the good location is, it's definitely not a place where he doesn't shit.

As a prehistoric endangered animal, the unique Kunpeng in the sky and the earth, how could he install his dojo in a remote area, and how could he tell people his address in the future? Would he be discriminated against by region?

Not to mention the famous mountains and great rivers, at least there must be a listing of the Great Desolation and Heaven!

Kunpeng felt heartbroken to the point of weeping when he thought that he would apply for the dojo in the future, but the other party had never heard of it, and no fellow daoists even invited him to come.

But he will not end up like this!

Giving himself a sigh of relief, Kunpeng jumped forward. In mid-air, the shape of the round and big-headed sea fish became smooth, the short fins of the fish grew into vigorous and powerful wings, and the water droplets on the scales of the fish rolled down into neat and fine pieces. feathers, the whole big Kun turns into a big Peng with wings in one breath.

The Kunpeng hit the water, soared ninety thousand miles, and had a panoramic view of thousands of seas. I felt extremely happy in my heart. I only felt the breeze between heaven and earth as a companion, and I could come and go freely. I couldn't help but feel like singing loudly. , can’t be stewed in one pot; Peng is so big that it needs two grills and racks..."

A roc fell head-first into the sea.

After a while, a big round fish floated up.

"Gulu~ Someone wants to eat me. Seeing that I found him, I must avoid him!"

……

In the prehistoric North Sea, where the water and the sky meet, the world is utterly lonely.

A young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a black Taoist robe with silver trim, with dark water ripples on the robe, was galloping close to the surface of the water.

The young man has red lips, white teeth, clear eyebrows, black hair like a piece of brocade, skin with a moist luster, cheeks that are rosy and fleshy, and eyes that look like black pearls immersed in water. With the slightly raised corners of his mouth, he looks clever, cunning, and charming. pity.

Because I felt that the prototype target was too big, although the feeling of turning into a roc and rising against the wind was very wonderful, in order to save trouble, Kunpeng still manifested the Tao body.

Now the Great Desolation is in the midst of a war between the dragon, phoenix, and unicorn clans. They are fighting for the sovereignty of the Great Desolation. I don’t know how many monster races are forced to get involved. If it weren’t for the remote place where Kunpeng sleeps, he would probably be included in the territory of the Dragon Clan middle.

With Kunpeng's current cultivation base, he is not afraid of the general situation. The Taiyi Celestial Immortal is not a Chinese cabbage. With the density of the prehistoric, it is normal not to meet one in hundreds of years, but even if this happens, other troubles are also a worrying thing. .

Fly all the way.

Except for a young dragon that ran away before he found himself, Kunpeng had never met another creature.

There are really few marine life in Honghuang now, and if there are, most of them are probably recruited by the dragon clan. Kunpeng was so bored on the road that he almost vomited.

When he could see the edge of the Great Desolate Continent in the distance, something not boring came to him.

The author has something to say: Honghuang seems to be very unpopular, but I love Honghuang so much, so I ate the food by myself, and hope to meet a little cutie with the same hobby o