Prehistoric: Shoot and kill the nine golden crows at the beginning

Chapter 52 The Rise of the Human Race
"It's not long since we parted. Now that I see you again, you are already an existence that the old Taoist looks up to," Taoist Hongyun said with emotion.

Chu Xiu didn't say anything about it, and looked directly at Zhen Yuanzi, "Although the Wu Clan is extinct, there is still a pool of Pangu's essence and blood in the Pangu Temple. Would fellow Taoists be willing to enjoy it together?"

Ok?There is such a good thing!

Hearing this suddenly, Zhen Yuanzi almost thought he had heard it wrong, but he immediately realized that his face was a bit bitter.

Who is not a human being who has been able to hang out in the wild for so many years?How can you not understand that there is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, not to mention that the other party is such a domineering hero, if you give it unconditionally, it will be hell!

So he cupped his hands and said, "If Emperor Han Tian wants anything, please speak up."

Chu Xiu nodded, "In the hometown of the emperor, there is a saying that every meeting is divided into half! Hey," he suddenly asked, "Your ginseng fruit is about to ripen, right?"

Hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly turned into a bitter face, good guy, how dare you want this!Book half of the fruit before it's ripe!
But the problem is, if Chu Xiu dared to ask for half of the ginseng fruit, Zhen Yuanzi would not dare to ask for the same amount of Pangu's blood essence!The difference in strength lies here, and if you want to be equal, you are courting death.

Zhen Yuanzi gritted his teeth, and said tentatively: "Pangu's blood essence, only three drops are enough for the poor."

Chu Xiu glanced at him, "I allow you to fill three bottles."

Zhen Yuanzi was overjoyed, "Thank you Emperor Han Tian."

Chu Xiu looked at Taoist Hongyun again, thought for a while, and said, "Fellow Daoist was kind to my human race last time, and I also allow you three bottles of Pangu's blood essence."

Daoist Hongyun hurriedly waved his hand. Last time, he only reported the news and did not help in any real way. He deserves it.

"Don't rush to say no,"

Chu Xiu continued: "My human race is growing day by day, and this emperor wants to hit a higher level. When retreating, I also ask fellow Taoists to help take care of the human race."

Hearing this request, Taoist Hongyun thought for a while and readily agreed.

Pangu Temple.

A blood-winged black mosquito hovered and danced on the blood pool. For it, blood of such quality was extremely delicious and had an irresistible attraction.

However, he took a sip of Dijiang's real body of Pangu before, and he was full, but now he couldn't stop hiccupping.

A moment later, the light flashed, and the blood-winged black mosquito turned into a child. The wine bag he found somewhere was unknown, and he began to pour blood into it, preparing to save it for later drinking.

As soon as he smelled the strange fragrance wafting from the essence and blood, the child became intoxicated.

Snapped!
Just as he was enjoying it, he was suddenly slapped on the back of the head, and the child immediately turned around and said fiercely: "Who hit me?"

In the next moment, Nai's ferocious expression changed to flattering, and he smiled and said, "Father."

"It's close to less!"

Chu Xiu's face was dark, and he was worried about whether the boy would be injured by Emperor Jiang Zhenfei before, but now it seemed that his worry was completely in vain. He grabbed the boy's ears with his hands, pointed at his round belly, and taught him a lesson: : "I'm not afraid to hold you to death!"

……

Back to Hankyung.

Chu Xiu sat firmly on the throne and asked, "Did anything else happen during the time the Emperor left?"

Cangjie reported: "The big thing is okay, but there is one thing, the Rakshasa girl is crying and tossing all day long."

"Crying?" Chu Xiu was taken aback, "Why is she crying?"

"Crying for her grandfather, Patriarch Styx."

"Oh, let her cry slowly. Don't talk to her." Chu Xiu said coldly, and then ordered: "Call Suihuang, Shennong, and Xuanyuan!"

The three emperors were in three imperial cities, and they were suddenly summoned, so they rushed to see him: "What orders does the emperor have?"

Chu Xiu waved his hand and released Zhu Rong, Gonggong, and Houtu. The only three remaining ancestor witches were restrained by him in his body, obediently.

"Sui Huang! Zhu Rong is entrusted to you to take care of it. It has the ability to resist fire. Whether it is forging or land reclamation, let it do it!"

Hearing this, Suiren stroked his beard and laughed, "With this treasure, the burden on the old man's shoulders will be much easier. Thank you God for your care."

"Xuanyuan!" Chu Xiu looked at Renhuang, and said again: "I will entrust Gonggong to you. You don't need to tell me about its capabilities. The responsibility for building water conservancy falls on you. The deadline is two months. "

Suddenly a heavy responsibility fell on Xuanyuan. Not only did Xuanyuan not feel embarrassed about it, but he was full of energy. He knew that this was the key to the rise of the human race, so he clasped his fists and promised: "I will live up to the entrustment of the emperor."

Finally, Chu Xiu pulled Hou Tu over, and asked Shen Nong first: "Look at this thing, do you think it can be useful?"

Shennong was taken aback, looked at his beard, and said with some embarrassment: "My lord, this old man is already so old..."

"Where do you want to go?"

Chu Xiu rolled his eyes and pointed it out directly, "Food cannot be separated from crops, and crops cannot be separated from soil. Now that the soil is in our hands, the grain produced by the grain..."

"Oh," Shennong suddenly realized, stretched his brows, but then frowned slightly, and said, "We can only plant seeds, water them and care for them, but the amount of food produced depends on the barrenness and fertility of the soil. This is not something the old man can decide."

Chu Xiu immediately looked at Houtu, "Did you hear everything?"

Hou Tu's face was a bit ugly: "You brought me here, just for this?"

"if not?"

Chu Xiu didn't say much, and went straight to the point: "I want a bumper harvest every year, and at least double the grain! Every year, the harvest will be more, just more and no less! And..."

"You're embarrassing me!" Before he finished speaking, Houtu became furious, "Even if I am in charge of the chieftain, this kind of thing can't be done casually. Are you reasonable?"

"I don't care!"

Chu Xiu stared domineeringly, "Do you think I seem to be reasonable? Let me tell you, your current value is to benefit my human race. If you can't do it, this emperor will destroy you now!"

These words are not empty words to scare people, time is running out now, and there is no time to make those nonsense.

Sensing the dangerous aura coming from Chu Xiu's body, Houtu nodded with difficulty, "Take orders."

After arranging the internal affairs of the human race, Chu Xiu immediately announced the retreat, and he was going to refine all the Pangu's blood essence.

Although it is already rampant and invincible under the saints, he feels that this is not enough. One is that the Eastern Emperor and the Demon Court have not been resolved, and the two heavens and six sages have not made a move. It is far from the time for him to relax.

Chu Xiu is not procrastinating in his work, and acts vigorously and resolutely.

Looking at the place where he retreated, Taoist Hongyun sighed deeply, "He is really the master of progress! The human race will dominate the prehistoric world, just around the corner."

First, the ancestor of Styx was killed, and then the witch clan was destroyed. These powerful forces overthrew one after another. Such a generous effort made all the creatures in the prehistoric world smell an unusual smell.

Honghuang, the sky is going to change!
The hegemony of the demon court has fallen, and the human race has risen rapidly. Although there is no real hegemony yet, many races have joined one after another. The changes in the outside world have actually affected the shift of the entire prehistoric fortune.

Eight Views Palace on Kunlun Mountain.

The Taishang Laojun, who was closing his eyes and meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and released countless terrifying auras. It was at this moment that it proved how terrifying this seemingly indifferent saint was.

The brilliance was fleeting, Laojun restrained his sharpness, and returned to normal again, but there was a little more surprise in his eyes.

In his induction, the luck of the human race, which was as faint as a fluorescent light not long ago, has grown more than a thousand times at some point, and the luck is brilliant, like the sun in the sky!

(End of this chapter)