Honghuang: People in Jiejiao, picking up entries to prove Hunyuan

The holy land of the human race, Wenzu Temple.

After greeting Tong Ling and others, the three ancestors of the human race said to Tong Ling who was sitting at the top: "Tong Daoyou, you mentioned building a ship. Now every family in our human race has at least one ship. The shipbuilding plan has been completed."

"Yes." Tong Ling nodded and said, "It's good that it's completed. Are the ships mixed with five-colored soil?"

When Buzhou Mountain breaks, the flood in the heaven covers the prehistoric world. That water is not ordinary water, but weak water.

In the five elements, earth overcomes water. Adding five-colored soil to the built ship can float in weak water.

In the future, these ships, as long as they are not broken, can also serve as a kind of heritage of the human race.

"Of course it is mixed." Suiren nodded and said, "But the five-color soil has been almost consumed. We have to rely on the power of Xirang and wait for the ordinary soil to turn into five-color soil again."

"It doesn't matter if it takes some time. It's a waste to leave so much five-color soil there. It's better to use it."

"Anyway, as time goes by, as long as there is Jiutian Xirang, there will be as much five-color soil as needed." Tong Ling said with a smile.

When Nuwa created humans, some of the remaining Jiutian Xirang was taken away and some was given to the human race.

Now there is an area in the holy land of the human race where Jiutian Xirang is stored.

Under the effect of Jiutian Xirang, the ordinary soil around it will slowly evolve into five-color soil, which can be said to be inexhaustible.

Of course, since there is so much, the five-color soil must not be too precious and its effect is also average.

But it can still be used to resist the immersion power of weak water and make ships float on it.

After talking about shipbuilding, the three human ancestors discussed other matters in the human race with Tong Ling, the human race's literary ancestor.

After the discussion, Bi Xiao stepped forward, hugged Tong Ling's arm and said, "Brother, we sisters just discussed that we want to go to Luofu Cave in Mount Emei to see my brother. Brother, please accompany us."

Looking at the expectant eyes of the three Xiaos, Tong Ling nodded and smiled, "Okay, I'll go with you."

Then after staying in the human race for about half a month, Tong Ling, the three Xiaos and the Fairy Caiyun rushed to Luofu Cave in Mount Emei in the east of the prehistoric world.

Time passed, and nearly a thousand years passed in a flash.

The war between the two races of witches and liches has lasted for nearly a thousand years since the beginning, which can be said to be long-lasting.

Both races suffered heavy casualties.

As the calamity between heaven and earth reached its peak, the war between the two races of witches and liches was finally about to come to an end.

With the earth-shaking explosions between heaven and earth, the eleven ancestors of the witch clan began to self-explode and die one after another.

But their self-explosion was not without effect.

They took away almost all the high-level members of the demon clan.

The demon emperor Di Jun, the demon queen Xihe, Xihe's sister Chang Xi, the three emperors of the demon clan, four of the ten demon saints, and almost all the demon gods of the demon clan, all perished.

The only high-level members of the demon clan left were the tenth prince Lu Ya, the six demon saints including the demon minister Bai Ze and Qi Aotian's enemy Fei Dan, and the demon master Kunpeng who finally rolled up the River Map and Luo Shu and escaped.

Even though so many of the ten demon saints survived, they almost exhausted their origin to activate the Zhoutian Xingdou formation. At this time, they all suffered heavy losses in their original origins and fell to different realms.

Except for the demon Xiang Bai Ze who fell to the early stage of Quasi Saint, the rest of the demon saints are now only in the middle and late stages of Daluo Jinxian, and some are not even in the middle and late stages of Daluo Jinxian, and are almost falling to Taiyi Jinxian.

It is almost impossible to recover in the future.

Because this is a Taoist injury caused by the incomplete origin, unless there is a shocking fortune.

Only the ancestor of the witch clan, Gonggong, survived, and the rest are several surviving witches of the witch clan.

Xingtian, Jiufeng, Fengbo and Yushi.

The great witch Xiangliu died.

Among them, Jiufeng, Fengbo and Yushi suffered serious injuries, similar to the demon saints of the demon clan, whose Taoism fell to the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian, and it is almost impossible to recover.

Except for these high-level people of the witch and lich clans, countless people of the other witch and lich clans have died.

Now there are only millions of people in the demon clan, and more than one million in the witch clan.

Compared with the number of people in the two tribes, which was calculated in trillions before, it can be said that the tribes were exterminated.

With the disappearance of the calamity and evil spirit between heaven and earth, the witch-demon calamity was completely over.

The ancestor of witch Gonggong dragged his seriously injured body and looked at the place where Kunpeng fled with hatred.

Originally, he wanted to drag Kunpeng to die with him, but he didn't expect that after experiencing the self-detonation of the Red Cloud Ancestor, Kunpeng, who became extremely alert to the self-detonation of his opponents, escaped.

In this way, Gonggong naturally stopped the self-detonation.

Turning his head to look at the remaining monsters of the monster clan, Gonggong smiled grimly and wanted to slaughter them all.

ButAt this moment, a mysterious force acted on his mind, making him think of the brothers and sisters who had just fallen and the countless fallen clansmen.

A thought came to his mind, "Since my witch clan is almost extinct, how can the creatures in the world survive? What's the point of killing these monsters? I want the whole world to be buried with my witch clan!"

After thinking it over, Gonggong took a step, and the huge ancestor witch's true body went directly to the Buzhou Mountain in the center of the prehistoric world.

Then he crashed down!

At the same time, not far from the witch and lich battlefield, Tong Ling, who had been ambushing for a long time, looked at the dazzling blue and purple entries on the battlefield, and felt that his heartbeat had accelerated countless times.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind, "This time it's completely rich! The Hunyuan Golden Immortal is right in front of me!"