Devil Seeds

Ke Xiaoliang no longer needed to do anything special.

Time and fate will naturally complete all wills for him.

If he did act in a specific way...it must have been because of a sudden whim, not a necessity.

Just like a person standing by a pond watching fish, he can sprinkle some bait, throw a stone, make a splash of water, or do nothing, just watch quietly.

The process and the result don't really matter.

The only thing worth caring about is this experience.

The warriors of the Kui Niu tribe finally passed through Tanggu cautiously.

Separated by the human world and the God Realm, they closed their eyes tightly and applied a special ointment on their eyes, but they were still burned by the dazzling brilliance of the sun god bird.

Kui Niu's experience is not worthy of trust.

At this time, the warriors of the Kui Niu tribe could only rely on their groping to get on their way. It was really uncertain whether they could arrive at Xihuang Mountain on time.

The setback of the Kui Niu tribe's itinerary represents a brief microcosm of a large number of tribes rushing to Xihuang Mountain.

The gods cannot come to the world, but the magnificence and brilliance of the gods always affect the whole world.

And those mortals passing through some special areas... they may have suffered a blow of destruction just by an accidental collision.

Those wild beasts that are everywhere in the wild world are also threats that many tribal warriors must not ignore.

This long journey is actually already a screening process.

Not all tribes are eligible to participate in the Ten Thousand Clans Conference in Xihuang Mountain.

The barren land is so vast that there are more than tens of thousands of tribes?

Or millions, tens of millions.

But only those tribes who have the ability to rush to Xihuang Mountain can be included in the list of the 'ten thousand tribes'.

Of course, this time the Ten Thousand Clans Conference... will be extraordinarily lively. With monks joining, the tribes who originally just struggled to survive and never crossed the wilderness to go to Xihuang Mountain may now have the qualifications to try. In this boundless and wild world, try to make their voices.

Whether it is from east to west, or from west to east, whether it is from south to north, or from north to south.

Just follow the way of remembering the way passed down from generation to generation, and follow some kind of feeling that may exist in the dark.

As long as you don't die on the road, then one day... you will see an endless, half-yellow, half-purple river.

This river is Huangshui originating from Xihuang Mountain.

Its source is the divine spring on the top of Xihuang Mountain.

According to legend, a long time ago, Shen Hao once killed the ancient god here, and washed the wound with royal water.

Therefore, the places where the imperial water flows are all descendants of Shen Hao, who have been stained with his blood and raised by him.

And Shen Hao is the most powerful god in the God Realm today.

Just between the mighty Huangshui and Chishui, there is a golden mountain.

Among the undulating mountains, the brilliance that blooms is even better than the sun.

On the iron trees that grow wild all over the mountains, silver flowers are in full bloom.

When the wind blows over the mountains, the silver flying all over the mountains and plains illuminates the splendor of the sky.

A large number of ferocious wild beasts live in these rolling mountains, eating the iron trees and silver flowers here, swallowing the red gold flowing water here, and breathing the spiritual wind and vitality here....

If the real gems are hung on the tops of many emerald green gem trees, they collide with each other when the wind blows, making a crisp and sweet sound.

The precious medicine that has become a spirit, occasionally turns into a bare-bottomed doll, scurrying around on the mountains, playing with each other, their laughter is extraordinarily clear.

The proud wild bird soars in the sky, staring at the dragon in the river, waiting for the moment when it emerges from the water.

The dragon in the river also peeped at the animals drinking water on the bank.

The whole body is snow-white, with white and transparent horns, standing on the shore full of spirituality, making a cry of 'moo, moo', as if summoning its companions to be vigilant.

Most of the time, the mountain monster that turned into a rock occasionally changed its posture and continued to doze off in a more comfortable way. Between the movement and the stillness, there was a scene like a world falling apart, and the rumbling sound spread throughout hundreds of miles, shocking the beasts.

This is Xihuang Mountain.

Of course, the "Xihuang Mountain" is under the radiance of the sun god bird, and the people of those tribes described and described this mountain.

Starting from different areas, although they are all rushing to the same mountain, the words to describe this mountain are different.

It is also known as the Beast Mountain, Huangshan Mountain, Zhonghuang Mountain, Yangshan Mountain and so on.

This mountain is the origin of the second generation of mythology.

Those new gods who defeated their predecessors once gathered in Xihuang Mountain and formed a covenant.

So this is also the place where the gods watch.

The tribal warriors who can reach Xihuang Mountain will fall into the sight of the gods.

If the performance is good enough, it is possible to be bestowed with divine blood on the spot, change the bloodline, and increase the potential.

This is the 'benefit' of the Ten Thousand Races Conference.

Of course, due to various reasons, the Ten Thousand Races Conference cannot always be held.

The most important point is that every 1329 years, the dense fog around the West Emperor Mountain will become thinner, and for most mortals, this place will become less dangerous.

Boom...!

Accompanied by a loud noise, the giant snow-white tree that had survived for an unknown number of years collapsed in the forest.

The warriors wearing horned helmets, with their sturdy bodies more than ten meters high, are as insignificant as ants under this giant tree.

"Build the house quickly, the mountain will be dark." A warrior stood under the fallen tree and said.

Many other warriors, holding stone axes, kept chopping and digging on the giant tree.

They seem to want to hollow out the fallen log and build a temporary shelter in it.

But their behavior obviously angered another group of people.

A group of warriors in grass skirts and leaves attacked the warriors who were building houses without any martial arts.

The cause of conflict is not survival.

But because of faith.

Some trust the house they have built as a refuge after night falls.

And some people are responsible for protecting the trees, and some people cut down huge trees face to face, which is already an irreconcilable contradiction.

Simple, direct, and straightforward... There is no process of mutual testing and mutual compromise.

Yang Zhenzhen was wearing a grass skirt, with a garland on her head, holding a bow and arrow in her hand, and kept jumping among the trees.

From time to time, together with his companions, he would open his bow and shoot arrows, shooting death arrows at those Li people wearing horned helmets.

Under Ke Xiaoliang's care, she is a member of the Jumang clan.

Gou Mang is a subordinate of Shen Hao, and also one of the powerful gods in the God Realm today.

The gathering place of the Jumang tribe is not far from Xihuang Mountain, so it is much easier to rush to Xihuang Mountain than most other tribes.

The soldiers of the Li nationality fell to the ground and died from the poisoned arrows in their bodies.

But after a few breaths, the dead Li warriors stood up again, they became stronger, and launched a completely fearless attack on the warriors of the Jumang clan.

A large number of arrows shot into the bodies of these Li warriors, but they did not cause them pain or fear.

"They are the undead warriors of the Li people. Only by beheading their heads with weapons made of Yangshan's divine iron will they really die." The older warriors of the Jumang tribe fought and moved. shouted.

"Then seal them." Another Jumang warrior said.

After speaking, a large number of vines and roots suddenly spread and grew in the forest of iron trees and silver flowers.

The vines and roots entangled the Li warriors, trying to drag them into the deep underground and bury them.

So what if you don't die?

Undead... is not invincible.

This is the land where myths appear and the gods watch.

In addition to death, there are many kinds of threats, enough to make life worse than death.

This is the home court of the Jumang Tribe, so they won't be at a disadvantage here.

But the Jumang tribe's 'punishment' to the Li warriors was suddenly interrupted when they were at their strongest.

At this moment, a floating cloud suddenly floated in the sky.

When the flowing cloud drifted closer, the heavy figures on the floating cloud were discovered by the crowd on the West Emperor Mountain.

These people are all dressed in clothes made of clouds, and they look like gods and immortals.

Compared with the grass skirts and animal skins of other tribes below, it seems that they were not born under a civilization at all.

This is Zhiyun tribe.

The descendants of the heavenly clan created by the first generation of ancient gods left behind in the world.

They bear the blood of two generations of ancient gods and new gods. They are powerful and proud, and they often call themselves the real royal family in the world.

The members of the Zhiyun tribe who came from the clouds stood on the clouds and looked down at the people under their feet.

"Jumang tribe, stop! The Ten Thousand Clans Assembly has not yet started, and the Li people have arrived at West Emperor Mountain, so they should be protected."

The Zhiyun tribe is really strong, regardless of the reason, it will dominate the situation as soon as it comes.

Although from a certain point of view, the reason for the Jumang tribe's move is actually not tenable.

Just because an ancient tree was cut down, all Li warriors who came to Xihuang Mountain should be sealed... This is indeed too harsh and unreasonable in the eyes of most people.

The young warriors of the Jumang tribe pointed their bows and arrows at the Zhiyun people who were high above the clouds.

Perhaps in their blood, there is no option to soar into the air, but flying... can't really make the Jumang people helpless.

Although Yang Zhenzhen was wearing a grass skirt, it was tightly wrapped.

In this world, she has grown to a height of eight meters, and looking at her now, she looks even more magnificent.

The wind blew through the silver leaves, and the waves on his chest seemed to stir up Ye Hai.

Above the clouds, a warrior from the Zhiyun tribe couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

"Jumang tribe! Are you trying to make an enemy of our Zhiyun?" The people of the Zhiyun tribe looked down.

At the same time, the white cloud they were standing on also instantly turned black into a dark cloud.

Under the cover of dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and strong winds.

At this moment, the mighty power of nature dominates every Jumang person.

At the same time, it seems to be promoting the strength and invulnerability of the Zhiyun tribe to other tribes who have already rushed to Xihuang Mountain.

"Pull the bow!" said a middle-aged warrior in the Jumang tribe, whose body was as strong as fifteen meters and wrapped around his body in rattan armor.

"Maki!"

"They killed an ancient tree!" A soldier of the Jumang tribe couldn't help but said.

Obviously, the Jumang soldiers who ordered to withdraw their bows were not only targeting the Zhiyun tribe in the cloud.

"Then defeat them all on the Pantheon." The middle-aged Jumang warrior turned his head and said.

Then all the Jumang fighters put away their bows and arrows.

The original strong bow and sharp arrows all shrank and decayed in an instant.

In the end, it was restored to the crystal clear and emerald green seeds in the hands of these Jumang fighters.

And those Li warriors who were dragged into the ground by the vines and roots also split the ground with axes, and then jumped out screaming, staring at all the Jumang warriors viciously.

They were not defeated by the Jumang people.

Every soldier of the Li nationality can be a nightmare for the enemy on the battlefield.

Because it is basically impossible for them to be killed...or in other words, every death is a stronger process.

Injuries are also a source of strength for them.

The reason why they lost, the gap in numbers, and the home court disadvantage accounted for a large part of the reason.

The sky has slowly darkened.

The reason for the dimness of the sky on Xihuang Mountain, which is not illuminated by the sun god bird, is because of the dimness of this mountain.

All the radiance, and most of the leaves that shone with silver light, began to shrink their brilliance.

It's time for all things to rest.

Of course, a small number of desolate beasts who travel in the dark can enter their hunting grounds.

The fighters of the Jumang tribe walked towards the trees around them one after another.

Then it blended into the ancient trees very naturally.

Under the cover and protection of the trees, the possibility of them being detected by wild beasts hunting at night is not high.

The Zhiyun tribe in the clouds is much more calm than the tribes below who are anxious to build shelters.

Under the cloud cover, a cloud palace appeared easily.

After the Shenchao family implemented the method of building houses and nests, such guardian laws circulated in the wild world.

Under the protection of the shelter, the attack and destructive power of wild beasts and beasts on the shelter will be greatly reduced.

Even the desire to take the initiative to attack will drop significantly, almost to nothing.

So, if it is not possible to return to the tribe quickly in the wild.

Then the best way is to build a temporary shelter... that may be the last safe zone surrounded by beasts.

The Li fighters who lost their qualifications to build shelters were not depressed.

They gathered together and bound their bodies tightly with chains made of rattan.

"Tie it up tightly! Remember not to be robbed of your body by wild beasts, otherwise it will be very troublesome to grow back."

"Then let's go to a big battle, accumulate strength, and wait for the eruption of the Ten Thousand Clans Assembly." The leader of the Li warriors said loudly to his companions.

All Li warriors cheered excitedly.

They who ignore pain and death are indeed extremely difficult.

And the warriors of other tribes also used their methods one after another.

In addition to shelters built with rotten wood, leaves, vines, mud, and stones that can be collected.

They will also light bonfires around to drive away wild beasts, or sprinkle various powders, poisons, etc. to drive away wild beasts.

When darkness completely covered the mountains and forests.

The roar of beasts one after another replaced the hustle and bustle of human beings during the day.

The desolate beasts began to shuttle in groups in the mountains and forests.

Occasionally, there will be some human screams.

The sound of fighting is also endless.

All kinds of divine arts also bloomed with different brilliance in the dark night.

The night... was extraordinarily long.

Not many people can really fall asleep on a night like this.

Even the most proud Zhiyun tribe, they still have to guard against flying wild beasts, which may suddenly attack.

The guardian rules of Shennest Clan may not be fully effective.

When the singing of the divine bird penetrated the entire mountain forest.

A hazy white light first rose from the treetops.

Then it leads to the whole tree... the whole land.

The whole Xihuang Mountain... seems to be alive at this moment!

It has its own rhythm, and in the dense fog of the morning, it blooms with that kind of beautiful brilliance.

Like a graceful goddess, wrapped in thick fog and tulle, twisting her graceful figure under the light of morning.

White, blue, gold, red... four different lights, rising from four different directions.

Then it covered the entire West Emperor Mountain successively.

The warriors of many tribes emerged from their respective shelters, and then looked at the beauty that bloomed by chance in the mountains and forests.

Even the monks who have become accustomed to the mysteries of the wild world, it is unavoidable that once again, there will be a floating splendor in the mist.

"A lot of light and mysterious aura, a lot of mystical and colorful divine light... If I can find such a magical place in reality, I can easily cultivate a lot of Taoism and supernatural powers, and I can refine many magical abilities. It is a pity that we have never been able to see through this place, let alone the coordinates leading to this world." A monk, standing in this graceful mountain forest, couldn't help expressing such emotion.

"Yeah! I'm even thinking, even if I abandon reality and really live in such a world... there's nothing wrong with it!"

"Here is closer to the myth, the way of simplicity and truth, just like all the rich fruits of the Dao...you just need to reach out and pick it."

"However, we are still bound by our external body. Even if we abandon our body, we still cannot truly belong here. If there is an accident... we will still be expelled." Another monk responded to the previous one The monk's emotion.

They may be competitors.

But at this moment, they felt something, and inexplicably drew closer to each other.

Time passed by little by little!

When the glory of Xihuang Mountain reached its peak.

The members of the Zhiyun tribe appeared in front of people again, still so proud and self-righteous.

"Now that the time is up, let's start climbing!"

"Step onto the platform of the gods, and under the watchful eyes of the gods, we will fight for our own glory." After the Zhiyun tribe finished speaking, they lowered their clouds and got down to earth.

As proud as they are, they dare not fly directly into the place where God is watching.

Yamamoto has no way.

But when many tribes and many strong warriors gather together.

Under their feet, a road appeared.

A road leads to the top of the mountain.

And just at the top of the mountain, there are thousands of rays of light shining, as if to welcome the arrival of these warriors.

Whether it is the natives of the wild world or the monks from outside, they all held their heads high at this time, and then stretched their eyes, wanting to see what happened.

Everyone... is actually the first time to enter here, the first time to go deep into Xihuang Mountain, and the first time to explore this place where the gods formed an alliance.

The shuttle about Xihuang Mountain flows in everyone's heart.

And compared with what I saw and heard at this time, I have a new feeling.

Wang Yu only felt that there was a blur in front of his eyes, and the scenery had changed.

Within the range of vision, the towering mountains have disappeared.

Only the road under your feet is still true.

It's just that the road, starting from the halfway up the mountain, is shrouded in clouds, making it hard to see clearly.

The companions who were originally walking around disappeared without knowing when.

On the long road, he was left alone.

Wang Yu knew that according to the law, the test had already begun.

Just like the road to Xihuang Mountain, too many unqualified choices need to be ruled out.

This road... is also a screening.

The gods may have infinite time.

But their time cannot be wasted on mere mortals.

Therefore, they can watch mortals and play some kind of game in order to please them.

But it is necessary to regulate the time and limit this competition to a certain range.

"Then...do you pass the test and you can appear in the place where the gods are watching, or do you just have to keep it until the remaining number... meets the standard?" is vague.

Because the husband tribes have too long memories of the Ten Thousand Clans Conference.

Before he appeared in the Fu Zhu Tribe and changed the status quo of this tribe... this tribe was just struggling to survive, and was completely ineligible to participate in the Ten Thousand Clans Conference.

As for communicating with other monks.

Then there is no need.

Although in God's Domain, there have been many versions of the so-called Raiders of the Ten Thousand Clans Conference.

All versions are accurate.

But Wang Yu is very sure...these are all made up and used to scam money.

Why is Wang Yu so sure?

Because a considerable part of the version came from him.

As a great writer in the Raiders world.

Sometimes I use my credibility to cut a wave of leeks... This is no problem!

After all, he is also a cultivator of the Ten Demon Sects, and is now the suzerain of the Ten Demon Sects.

Such behavior is not surprising at all.

Walking on the boundless and endless road, Wang Yu was very careful with every step.

Careful every step of the way.

He suspected that danger would suddenly emerge from some corner.

However... nothing happened.

It seems that there is nothing here except loneliness.

Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow away a little bit of cloud and mist, allowing him to see behind the cloud and mist, the edges and corners of the mountain where the golden light burst and the starlight swayed.

But after an instant, it was covered up.

Some small and distant voices came from the mountain.

It seems that God is on the top of the mountain, playing some kind of instrument.

The ancient voice and the simple melody are constantly pulling the soul, as if everything is going to fall into a strange and lonely situation.

This is the test of the gods.

It is also the test of Ke Xiaoliang, the Dao of Heaven.

As for the purpose of this test...of course it is another harvest.

Goodnight everybody!