The rise of the prehistoric human race

Chapter 41

Not to mention how the Houtu ancestor witch was thinking in his heart, and whether he would follow Jiang Shi's suggestion, these are all things to say later.

But at this time, in the western world, on Mount Sumeru, the two saints are planning something.

At this time, the Western world is not as barren as it was before. At least there are some people, and after all, there is some breath of life, but it is far from the prosperity of the Western religion.

On this day, a Taoist man dressed in yellow came to the extreme east, where the sea water boiled day and night like boiling soup, and it was called Tanggu.Tanggu covers a large area, but no living beings can live in such a harsh environment. There is only a sacred tree in the center of Tanggu. This tree is [-] feet wide and [-] miles high.And on the top of the tree there is a black bird's nest, in which live ten golden crows with three legs, which are the children of the sun goddess Xi and the demon emperor Di Jun.

These ten golden crows are the spirits of the sun, and they have to replace the mother to patrol the authority of the sun every day. It can be regarded as illuminating the prehistoric world, and they can get a lot of merit on the day of enlightenment.So such a small Golden Crow can be regarded as diligent. Every day, he sends a brother to drive by car in turn, and the rest of them rest and practice in the crow's nest.

No one noticed that the Taoist man in yellow walked in front of Fusangmu, neither sad nor happy.It is said that this hibiscus tree is also a famous postnatal spiritual root in the world. The trunk is as hard as gold and stone, and it cannot be damaged by ordinary magic weapons.But when the Taoist stroked it with his hand, the Taoist in yellow melted into the tree trunk like a phantom, as if he had never appeared.

From this day, the hostility and resentment of the whole prehistoric region seemed to be attracted by the hibiscus wood, and slowly gathered towards Tanggu.And the originally golden hibiscus tree, as if stained with ink, became slightly dimmed.

The outsiders knew nothing about it, even the ten-headed and three-legged Golden Crow living on the Fusang Sacred Tree didn't find anything.

Day after day, year after year, under the subtle influence of hostility and resentment, these ten golden crows had different thoughts.

They feel that patrolling the sun like this is boring. As the sons of the majestic demon emperor, why should they live such a life?They also want to fight against the prehistoric and let the prehistoric creatures know their prestige!

Among the ten little Golden Crows, the deeper ones were in the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and the shallower ones were in the later stage of Golden Immortal.The ten brothers gathered together and concluded that the Witch Clan is the great enemy of the Monster Clan, and they will go to the Witch Clan to let the Witch Clan know how powerful the Monster Clan is.

Immediately, ten golden crows soared into the sky. For the first time, the ten brothers surveyed the sun together, and ten scorching suns appeared in the sky of the prehistoric world!And the first to bear the brunt is the territory of the witch clan in the prehistoric world.

But what is surprising is that neither the demon emperor Jun nor the sun goddess Xi seemed to be aware of it at all, and the ancestor witch of the Wu clan didn't seem to have heard the news of the disaster among his subordinates.It was as if there was an invisible black hand covering everything.

The first one to be robbed was the Xuanming tribe in a remote area. Ten Golden Crows whizzed past, like ten scorching suns, killing the entire tribe below the Golden Immortal Realm in an instant. Cruel laughter, continue to fly to the next tribe.

No need for supernatural powers, the real fire of the sun brought by the three-legged Golden Crow's innate cultivation can melt gold fossils when gathered together, and the witches who have not reached the golden fairy realm will turn into fireballs the moment they approach, and be burned into ashes.

During this process, no matter the witch race, human race, other races or even monster races along the path, they all died at the hands of the Golden Crow.Unknowingly, the eyes of these ten golden crows were bloody, brighter and brighter, as if they were about to bleed.All of them enjoyed the thrill of the carnage!

"Damn it, why didn't the ancestral witches of the tribe come out to stop these monster birds, and just watch the clansmen die at the hands of these monster clans!"

A great witch in the early stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, shot out angrily, but he couldn't do anything to these golden crows that were free to come and go in the sky, so he could only slam his fist on the ground, stirring up dust all over the sky.

Suddenly, a kind voice came from the side, as if trying to explain his confusion: "Because these ten golden crows are the sons of Emperor Jun, the Heavenly Emperor of the Monster Race, your ancestor witches dare not kill them at will, for fear of offending the Monster Race, I count on these Golden Crows to enjoy themselves and go back to Fusang."

The big witch turned his head abruptly, and found a benevolent Taoist suddenly appeared beside him, and he didn't know when he came over.

"Who is your Excellency?" The big witch looked wary. Although the Taoist had a compassionate face and a gentle tone, he just felt that the Taoist in front of him was not a good thing.

"Subhuti, poor Taoist, I have met fellow Taoists."

Subhuti raised his hand to salute, but he didn't pay too much attention to the great witch's alienation, because he had other things to do on this trip.

"I don't know if you have the determination to save the tribe?" Although Subhuti had compassion on his face, he turned his hand and pulled out a murderous, long bow.The body of this bow is painted with images of various big monsters being shot, which is extremely bloody. In addition, it also carries ten dark and shining arrows.

"This is the demon-slaying bow, the demon-slaying arrow, which can punish these ten golden crows. But pulling this bow is at the cost of one's own blood and true spirit. Every time one shoots an arrow, one will lose one's life. Ten arrows will surely kill one. Daoist friend, do you dare to take the arrow?" Subhuti raised his hand and sent the bow and arrow, as if he expected that the great witch of the witch clan would take the bow and arrow.

There is a conspiracy!
The great witch of the witch clan is not a fool either. He didn't know that this Taoist had bad intentions, otherwise why would he suddenly send over such a sharp weapon specially designed to deal with the monster clan.But the ten golden crows in the sky were still plundering, and they didn't pay attention to the Wu clan at all. At this moment, a tribe of the Wu clan in the distance was reduced to ashes again, and the big witch's eyes were tearing apart.

"Why don't you dare!" The big witch snatched the demon-killing bow and demon-killing arrow with his hands, and shot them with the arrows.

If the ancestral witch doesn't make a move, I'll make a move. If you kill these monster birds, you'll kill them. What else can they do.

"The one who shot and killed the Golden Crow is the descendant of the Great Witch of the Houtu Tribe!"

With a shout of anger that resounded throughout the world, the descendants of the great witch shot nine demon-killing arrows one after another. The nine golden crows that were plundering in the sky were shot and had no time to struggle, and they turned into bursting fireballs and fell from the sky.

"The great work is done!"

Taoist Subhuti, with compassion on his face, bowed his head and recited, and disappeared in an instant.And at this very moment, the occluded secret seemed to be clear again, and the attention of the whole prehistoric power was focused on this place for a while.

Di Jun, who was far away in the Heavenly Court of the Monster Race, spat out nine mouthfuls of blood, and cried out sadly, "My son!"

And the eleven ancestor witches in the witch clan also shouted angrily: "How dare you, monster clan, do this!"

Just when the descendant of the great witch was about to shoot the last arrow with his bow, a sense of weakness burst out from his body, making him unable to shoot again with the arrow, and the last three-legged golden crow in the sky seemed to wake up after the tragic death of his brothers , screamed, and flew towards the hibiscus tree.

How could the descendant great witch be willing to fall short, gritted his teeth to support the remaining strength, and was about to shoot the last golden crow to death, suddenly, a natural mutation!

(End of this chapter)