Prehistoric: Beginning with mediating creation

This demon celestial being is called Huang Liulang. His body is a 烃, which is a kind of primitive spiritual beast. His demon god ancestor is an official in the heaven, and he has a large tribe. He is the sixth child in his family , so he is called Liulang. He also has five brothers and seven sisters, all of whom have the appearance of a celestial being, and some are even powerful.

But their family is loyal and brave...

The old and young masters died, some were disabled, and now he is the only one left, but he will die here.

If it were just this, Luo Zu would not feel resentful.

It is more than resentful, it can be said that the less anger in the heart, the more evil will arise in the courage.

Give this guy a few more whips, let him suffer more and reflect more.

This guy has committed a big crime, because he is related to Tang, or more accurately, he is related to the demon tribe that keeps Tang Xi and other human beings.

He is not a demon from that tribe, but he has a deep relationship with that tribe, has participated in many banquets of that tribe, and has eaten people in that tribe.

"Humans are not tasty. Although the meat is fragrant, it is tough and not smooth. But the human brain is tender and very fragrant." Huang Liulang began to recall a banquet he had attended in the past. At Luo Zu's request, he focused on introducing the situation of the human race at the banquet.

The human race really became a dish, but it was not the main dish, but only an appetizer. The real main dish was... the witch race.

Yes, the demon race also eats the witch race, just as the witch race also eats the demon race.

So the hegemony of the two races is not only for territory, but also for food.

In the eyes of the demon race, the human race is like peanuts. It is small and can't fill the stomach, but it tastes good. Just try it.

Seeing that he was still not satisfied with talking about this matter, Luo Zu was angry. Although he knew that this guy also wanted to anger him, Luo Zu still gave him a few more knives to his soul.

"Hahaha, you humans should be our monsters' food, food." His soul was turned into a bayonet by Luo Zu's mind, firmly nailed to the void, and forced to take shape, and then cut with a knife and an axe, and cut off piece after piece of soul.

It can be said that the monsters in the prehistoric times have a very high degree of self-consistency in eating. As long as they are considered to be the same monsters by the Heavenly Court, they will not eat them, and they will not have sympathy for those intelligent creatures that have not been certified by the Heavenly Court. They will eat them, and even record them in a book, writing down the delicious flesh and soul essences of many non-monster tribes.

Some races even developed a unique cultivation civilization, and the monsters would help them develop, and then harvest a wave when they reached the peak, so that they would eat the essence of the cultivation civilization of this race. This is an extremely high-end way of eating, which ordinary monsters cannot do, only the monster Xuanxian can do it.

Therefore, there is also a chain of contempt among gourmets of the demon race...

However, after becoming immortals, they mostly feed on qi, or boil elixirs for food, and rarely eat flesh and blood creatures. However, most demons are born from the primitive land, and those who are born with intelligence only account for one ten-thousandth of the demon race, such as Huang Liulang. However, this does not mean that those who are born with intelligence must be stronger than demons born in the wild. Cultivation still values ​​acquired efforts and talents.

Of course, wisdom is still the most important.

Luo Zu could not bear his anger, and only let his anger be added to this beast, and then the intensity of the torture became more and more severe, and a lot of information also came to Luo Zu like a spring.

After summarizing these information, he also had a better understanding of the world outside this mountain and wilderness.

The tribe that kept the human race in captivity was called Chuxiong. Its leader was comparable to the demon god in the sky. He had 586 million demons under his command, and 36 small demon tribes under his jurisdiction, which added up to 160 million demons. Therefore, this super-large demon tribe could probably only be handled by the Great Witch Tribe. Luo Zu was now full of anger, but could not vent his anger on this tribe.

"Humble human race, you are only worthy of being my food." Huang Liulang, who had been tortured by Luo Zu to the point of being in disarray, was still stubborn.

Although his stubbornness was just to make Luo Zu kill him earlier and send him to death.

But Luo Zu held back his anger at this moment and did not accept his provocation.

The knife had not been cut enough, how could he be so scared that his soul flew away, so he continued to increase the intensity of the punishment.

Besides, he was already a spirit and there was no possibility of him fainting, so he could only endure this endless pain.

Luo Zu then asked about another matter, which was what the relationship between Nuwa and the demon race was, and whether they knew that Nuwa created the human race.

"Nuwa... Niangniang?" He seemed not to know this great figure who should have been famous in the prehistoric world.

That was not right, Nuwa's fame in the prehistoric world was just Luo Zu's wishful thinking. After all, the prehistoric world was so big, and Nuwa was not a great god who loved to show off, and she had not established any great power, so it was normal that she was unknown.

But in this case, Nuwa had nothing to do with the demon race?

"Are you talking about His Majesty the Emperor Wa?" Huang Liulang turned and said, in a trance, he seemed to be about to shatter his soul.

Luo Zu only injected a stream of spiritual energy into him to maintain his soul.

"What Emperor Wa?" Luo Zu was naturally puzzled.

Then he explained the pattern of the three emperors and one emperor in the demon heaven.

However, when he explained this, Luo Zu still carefully controlled his soul and reduced the names of the supreme beings in his words, otherwise their thoughts would also fall on this, and then Luo Zu would be finished.

Huang Liulang saw that Luo Zu was so timid, and at this moment he also laughed loudly: "The Three Sovereigns and the Emperor of Heaven are busy with all kinds of affairs, how can they have time to care about you little bugs? If you say a word and they respond, then I don’t know how many demons in this world are praying to them respectfully?"

From what he said, it seems that he still has resentment towards the Heavenly Court.

When Luo Zu asked this question, he did not hide it and answered directly: "When my parents died, I prayed devoutly. When my elder brother and second brother died, I also prayed devoutly. This time it is my turn. I also pray day and night, but... how can there be a response?! No one! No! It's nothing!!"

He is abnormal.

The hatred for Luo Zu was transferred to the three emperors and one emperor of the Heavenly Court.

However, this kind of weird psychology is also worth studying.

But Luo Zu still couldn't spare this guy's life for this, after all, this guy also harmed many human races and ate many human races.

"You don't have to worry, you will come to accompany me soon, soon, soon, soon!" He suddenly laughed again.

"Can your dead parents come to kill me?" Luo Zu mocked.

His torn soul body sneered, but he didn't answer this question anymore.

Even though Luo Zu whipped him to the point of his soul being on the verge of destruction, he did not say a word.

Luo Zu finally stopped swinging the long whip of consciousness in his hand, and no longer urged the spiritual energy storm to wash him. He only suppressed him with a talisman, and then withdrew his consciousness back to the prehistoric world.

He had gained a lot of information, and he had to sort it out carefully.

As for how to deal with Huang Liulang, he would wait to squeeze out the last piece of information and then end his life.