Xuanwu Rebirth Diary

Wu Sui took away some of the clansmen and returned to the tribe, and Shuncang was gathering the remaining Xuanwu.

He looked around and asked anxiously, "Patriarch, where is the ancestor god?"

"The ancestor god went to the forest of the deer god and hasn't come back yet." Shun Cang wiped his sweat, his throat was dry and painful, and he arranged in a hoarse voice, "You and Jing Zhe take everyone down first, we must find a good water source to hide, I'm going to call Seraphim."

Wu Sui nodded, "The patriarch must be careful."

The two stopped talking, and went to do their own things separately, and seized the time.

The Xuanwu tribe has become a sea of ​​flames, and the tree and vine terrain that has been transformed over many years has been destroyed. There are raging evil fires everywhere, so hot that they can steam the Xuanwu.

This fire will continue to absorb spiritual power, and must get out as soon as possible.

Shun Cang gritted his teeth, rushed into the burning vine house, found the sleeping Azazel at a glance, jumped on it, and shook the other's horns desperately, "Wake up, it's on fire!"

When the six-winged god fell asleep, his spiritual body was in a semi-free state, and it was difficult to wake up. Shun Cang shook him a few times, and finally kicked him with his hoof on his face to wake him up.

Azazel shuddered, and immediately sensed that the surrounding situation was not right. When he opened his eyes again, seeing the sea of ​​flames, he couldn't help cursing secretly, and twitched his tail at his companion lying next to him, "Get up and run for your life!"

When all the six-winged gods escaped from the door, the vine house just snapped and the burning roof fell down. Azazel wrapped Shun Cang in one hand, subconsciously spread his wings to block, and was hit hard on the wing bone.

Shun Cang clearly heard the sound of bones breaking.

The Six-Winged God was better than Xuanwu, and flew into the air after leaving the house. Azazel ordered, "Follow them down to the ground, or hide in the water if you can't, and make sure you all survive!"

Shun Cang struggled to jump out from between his arms, turned around and said, "You guys go first, I have to stay last." There might be Xuanwu in the clan who hadn't escaped, so he couldn't leave.

Azazel looked at him, left only a word of caution, and flew away from the nearly collapsed Xuanwu tribe.

Shun Cang thought more when he had nothing to do, and went into the burning alley again, with only a moist leaf wrapped around his body as a defense. He was scorched and parched in less than a quarter of an hour, and the flames sprang up. He could only Throw it away, bite the bullet and move forward.

Most of the surrounding vine houses were burned down, leaving only the bluestone slabs on the huge tree vines to support it, but it was not long. Every step he took, he could hear the cracking sound of stones from the bottom of his feet.

The giant tree was burning fiercely, and the water had never been so bright, as if he was standing on the sun.

Shun Cang walked around the tribe's main road to make sure that there was no Xuanwu missing in every rattan house, and then rushed to the back of the tribe.

The vines were about to burn off, and the whole tribe would collapse at that time, so he had to get out of here quickly.

He passed by the central square, but heard a weak cry coming from a nearby rattan house, and he couldn't find it unless he listened carefully.

It was the voice of the little beast calling its parents, its breath was already very weak, and Shun Cang couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle.

No, Yaoyao is still in the rattan house!

The big rattan house had already begun to collapse, and after thinking for a moment, half of the roof rumbled, Shun Cang turned pale with fright, and without even thinking about it, he turned into a human form and rushed in, avoiding the raging evil fire, shouting loudly , "Yaoyao!"

Amidst the crackling sound of burning, he heard a weak reply from the corner.

"Chirp..."

Shun Cang supported it with his bare hands, turned over the burning pillar, and found the dying little Wushou huddled in a corner, which turned out to be the Four Treasures of the Wu Sui Family.

He held Sibao carefully in his arms, checked the spirit veins, and found that the situation was very dangerous.

It is already a miracle that such a small Yaoyao can survive the evil fire until now.

The other half of the roof was also crumbling, and Shun Cang didn't have time to think, so he protected Sibao and hurried out, crossed the collapsed rattan beam, and the door was in front.

There was only a bang, and the house couldn't support it, and the burning pieces fell straight down, making a loud noise.

The crimson flames were reflected in his eyes, his eyes were full of panic, but at this moment, a tall figure swayed in.

Azazel stood at the door, spread his wings to support the ruins, looked down at Shun Cang, and said in a deep voice, "Flee."

Shun Cang was taken aback for a moment, but immediately reacted and ran out of the rattan house.

Asazler backed away, the ruins collapsed, leaving only the burning wreckage of the vine house.

Shun Cang saw several burns on his jet-black wings, the wounds were filled with black air, and his spiritual energy was leaking heavily, so he couldn't help being shocked, "Your injuries—"

"Get out of here first." The wings were so painful that he could barely move, and Azazel gritted his back teeth, barely able to speak a complete sentence.

He embraced Shun Cang, flapped his wings and fanned away the attacking evil fire, jumped up, swooped straight down, and fled to the surface of the water.

The wind howled around, and the heat wave couldn't catch up with such a fast speed. Shun Cang felt the temperature drop slightly and opened his closed eyes.

He hadn't tried the feeling of flying to the sky yet, and he found that his feet were empty, so he was so nervous that he hugged the four treasures tightly and climbed up. He grabbed Azazel's scarlet goat horns casually.

Azazel was furious, "Hey! You can't grab the horns of the Seraphim...Forget it, sit still, I'll take you out."

After he finished speaking, he accelerated and rushed past several huge trees that were being ignited, and rushed out from a narrow gap in the branches. Suddenly, the surrounding fires dimmed.

They successfully escaped from the fire encirclement.

Shun Cang breathed a sigh of relief, and said seriously, "Thank you."

Azazel chuckled, "Little bastard, hold on tight, I won't save you if you fall."

Even though he said so, he held Shun Cang steady with his hands, and with a flap of his wings, he jumped over countless giant trees.

The six-winged gods are naturally swift, fierce and flexible, and they heal quickly. If they hadn't been tortured too hard by the ancestor gods recently, Shun Cang would have almost forgotten that this is a protoss that hunts like a falcon.

Azazel concentrated and calmed down, his scarlet vertical pupils could clearly see the situation on the ground in the dark night, and he found the escaped Xuanwu tribe in a short while, so he turned and flew down.

Shun Cang didn't see the scene on the ground clearly until he was almost at the surface of the water, and he was relieved to find that everyone was safe.

He caught a familiar figure with his eyes, and with a smile on his face, he shouted loudly, "God Ancestor!"

Azazel shuddered, "Tsk, why is the bastard here too?"

Almost as soon as Fudou entered the plain, Tai Yang felt it.

However, this kind of evil beast is too unusual, and the ignited evil fire is extremely difficult to extinguish, so he had to inform Yue Liang about it first, and then try to extinguish the fire.

Even with all their efforts, they could not stop the fire from spreading, because only by killing Fudou could the fire be extinguished naturally.

Yue Liang looked at the burning water with a dignified expression.

If it goes on like this, not only the water lake, but even the forest hidden away from the shelter will be burned, and even the entire extreme north will be burned.

He desperately thought of a way to get the Xuanwu clan out, but he couldn't do it. For the first time since his rebirth, he felt panic.

Is there any way to solve it, divine spell, or...forbidden technique?

He was thinking seriously, his gaze accidentally fell on Tai Yang, and he couldn't help being taken aback.

A Lang's face was extremely ugly, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he just took his hand and said calmly, "This fire alone will deal with it, you take these children and hide them first. The Xuanwu clan should not be destroyed by a small mountain fire." inside."

Yue Liang subconsciously refused, "No, don't go!" Although he didn't know what A Lang was going to do, he could feel that the price to put out the fire must be high.

Tai Yang laughed, and softened his voice, "Ah Liang is worried?"

"Why don't you worry? This fire is too dangerous, wait for me, first settle down the clan, and then we'll go find that big black dog together." Yue Liang refused to let him go, regardless of the juniors around him After watching it, he hugged his arm directly, "Don't go."

Tai Yang looked in the direction of the mountain fire, and after a while, he looked away, raised his hand to caress Yue Liang's hair, and said seriously, "I just went to have a look, I have to delay for you, Ah Liang, don't you believe me?" He looked into Yue Liang. Liang's eyes were focused.

Under the eyes of everyone, Yue Liang was embarrassed to be watched by him like this, and let go in a panic, "Okay, but you have to promise me not to do anything out of line."

For some reason, he always felt that Tai Yang was someone who could be desperate for certain things, which was not good.

Tai Yang scratched his nose lightly, "The deed of fate is here, I can't hide anything from you, can I?"

Oh, and the life contract, he forgot.

Yue Liang touched his nose, as if he fully agreed to this matter.

After all, the emperor used to use the deed to observe his condition in the past, and he almost acquiesced that this is the emperor's exclusive spell.

After a brief explanation, Tai Yang leapt onto the branch, tapped his toes, and his figure quickly disappeared into the swaying forest.

Yueliang didn't have time to delay, so he called the Xuanwu people to count the number and make sure to know the whereabouts of each clansman.

Shuncang's reaction was very quick, except for a few Xuanwu who were known to have encountered an accident, the rest of the tribe were still alive.

Yue Liang heaved a sigh of relief, seeing Shun Cang in a mess, he patted him on the shoulder, and said with relief, "You are doing a good job as the patriarch, much better than when I was the patriarch."

Shun Cang was startled, and waved his hands hastily, "Nothing, how can I compare to the ancestor god." What's more, if Azazel hadn't rescued him just now, he would have died a long time ago, and it is really powerless to keep all Xuanwu.

Thinking of this, he searched quietly, but did not find Azazel, and it took him a moment to realize that this six-winged god must be afraid of the ancestor god again, so he simply hid.

Yue Liang said to Xuan Wu, "The fire can come from time to time, let's go to the forest of the Deer God to avoid the fire, there is the divine protection of the Deer God, and it will be more convenient for me to open the protective formation."

Shun Cang immediately led the elders into action, "Take care of your Qi Huan and Yao Yao, don't lose them. The whole family walks together, the Xuan Beast walks ahead, and the Martial Beast falls behind. Hurry up, everyone!"

On the other side, the plain at this moment has become a purgatory on earth.

The surrounding scenery was completely scorched, and even the rocks were burning.

Fu Dou lay leisurely on the hillock, dozing off, with evil fire swaying all over his body.

Unlike other creatures, the more intense the evil fire burns and the spiritual power is continuously absorbed, the happier he will be.

Fu Dou rolled over, and suddenly caught a movement in his ears, turned over, and looked ahead vigilantly.

A figure stepped out from the raging fire. The flames flickered, and the figure was blocked for a moment.

The next second, when Lie Yan pushed aside, a strong white-fronted tiger appeared in front of his eyes.

Fu Dou stood up, a low moan rolled out of his throat.

He has been in trouble for so long, and he has not seen a single living thing that can step into his evil fire and not be burned to death.

The white tiger stepped on the flames unscathed, and grinned happily with its white teeth.

"Fu Dou, a rare good thing. It is said that Fu Dou's skin can reverse the past, bones can be used as blades, and blood can be used as a panacea. Selling you should be worth a lot of money, so that you don't have to go after that deer. , lest I offend too many people."

White Fang sat on the ground, licking the tiger's paw gracefully, preparing to cook his prey.

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Thanks to the friends who follow the article, the bald head will write desperately, but recently it coincides with the exam week and is a bit busy, but the updates that should be caught up will still be rushed

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