Honghuang: I, the ancestor of the Dragon Clan, will never leave seclusion!

"This calamity, this era, is finally about to pass!"

Ao Changsheng looked up at the sky.

The heavenly machine and avenue that were gradually recovering their clarity were gradually restored, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Not only Ao Changsheng, but in the midst of the flood, cultivation to reach the power of quasi-saints, at this time, they all felt their hearts and looked up at the sky.

Even some Da Luo Cheng were faintly aware at this time.

All the powerful people breathed a sigh of relief on their faces and showed a smile.

"This flood is finally going back to normal."

Although Da Luo Cheng and the Quasi-Saint Capital had completely comprehended a Dao, even if the Dao was hidden, it would not affect their cultivation at all.

But this chaotic avenue is like rainy weather, and after a long time, it is ultimately boring.

Moreover, Quasi-Saint and Da Luo were not alone.

But all those who have descendants of the clan, or the power of one force, at this moment, are all showing joy.

In a secret realm of the Flood Wilderness, a quasi-saint looked at the sky, which already had a clear appearance, and a smile appeared on his face.

"The flood famine is finally going to return to normal, so that the clansmen can finally get out of the secret realm."

Uncharted.

It is some time secrets opened up by the Flood Barren Ten Thousand Races.

Of course, it is not a secret realm of time acceleration, but a secret realm of time deceleration.

Under the terrifying size of the flood.

Unless it is a saint's hand, or a quasi-saint power that refines the Avenue of Time.

Otherwise, if you want to open up a secret realm of even long-term maintenance time acceleration in the flood wilderness, it is simply impossible to do it.

Opposite.

The secret realm of time slowing down can be done easily.

Even Da Luo can spend some energy to open up a secret world that lasts for a long time and a hundred times slower speed than the flood waste.

And some quasi-saints can open up a secret realm that slows down the flow of time a thousand times or even ten thousand times.

As for the reason for opening up this secret realm, it was naturally to survive this flood and desolation period that I don't know how long it would last.

A period of chaos that lasted for hundreds of millions of years.

Maybe it's nothing for Quasi-Saint or Da Luo Cheng.

Not to mention that it will not affect their cultivation, even if it has an impact, with the Daluo and the Dao Heart of the quasi-saint, it will not be crushed by hundreds of millions of years.

But for those monks who cultivate lower.

These hundreds of millions of years have undoubtedly been a terrible catastrophe.

Those cultivators who do not reach the Golden Immortal and have a limited lifespan, and may not even be able to survive for hundreds of millions of years, do not mention it.

Even for the endless golden immortals of Shouyuan, they could not feel the Dao cultivation for hundreds of millions of years, and could only walk and wander in the flood and wilderness.

The wear and tear on their minds is absolutely enormous, if their minds are not strong.

In these hundreds of millions of years, it may be gradually worn out and cut off.

It is not even impossible to gradually despair in the heart after a long time, choose oneself, and become silent.

And for the Taiyi Golden Immortal, perhaps the Tao heart is firm and can carry this hundreds of millions of years.

But for hundreds of millions of years, there was no way to comprehend the avenue and practice the law.

It will also be an absolutely devastating blow to his path of cultivation.

It is not even impossible to dust the Dao, even if the flood desolate world is restored, it may not be able to go further.

Let the road be complete and bear fruit.

So.

When the chaos of the flood desert lasted for some time.

In the flood and desolation, everyone who has a little power strength has established a simple time secret realm.

In this way, the impact of this unenlightened era on the immortal cultivators could be greatly reduced.

Even with the help of this secret realm, among the Ten Thousand Races of the Flood Barrens, many True Immortals and Xuan Immortals have successfully survived this hundreds of millions of years.

Come to the time when the Flood Barren Avenue will be restored.

It is precisely because of this that almost all the hundreds of millions of races in these hundreds of millions of years are in the secret realm of time that they have opened up.

The land is almost uninhabited.

And in the previous era of broken roads, the avenue was chaotic.

It's not just that you can't feel the Dao practice, but in the midst of the flood, even if the aura is strong.

But without the avenue, whether it is Lingzhen or Lingbao, all kinds of resources will be silent in that era.

And they couldn't offend the Terrans who were gaining momentum for the sake of some near-abandoned land at that time.

For the Honghuang Wan, even if it is an ethnic land, if there is no resource to produce semi-waste, it will be abandoned.

So when the Terrans expanded their territory.

Most of the Flood Desert Ten Thousand Clans chose to back down.

But now....

"It's also time to take back the clan land."

This quasi-saint said, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Although jealous of the many saints behind the Terrans.

But he didn't plan to personally fight, under the quasi-saint, Da Luo and even Tai Yi or the Golden Immortals.

He didn't believe that the saint would face those juniors regardless of his face.

"Besides..." A

sneer appeared at the corner of the quasi-saint's mouth.

When the Terrans expanded, the floods and desolations they drove away were far from two, but hundreds or thousands.

If the earth is about to clear today, the flood and desolation tribes will walk the flood desolation again.

And how willing that Terran race occupies the radiant desolate land, occupies a lot of cultivation resources, and has a fruitful treasure land.

......

Meanwhile.

Terran ancestral land.

For hundreds of millions of years, this place has been shrouded in the enchantment left by the former Nuwa.

Here, it's really a Jedi.

Therefore, except for a small number of Terrans, there are no other races living here.

And in the midst of a mountain range in this ancestral land of the Terrans.

The co-master of the Terran race, the Renhuang Xuanyuan, was laboriously digging and mining the ore in this mountain, and personally carried it on his back and transported it out of the mountain.

In this ancestral land of the human race, even the human emperor is basically the cultivation of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, which is like a flower in the mirror.

However, no matter how it is suppressed, this body of Da Luo is a mortal body after all, containing amazing divine power.

As Renhuang Xuanyuan continued to become proficient in this mining process, the speed was getting faster and faster, and a large number of copper mines were also transported out of the mountain by him.

Where is it.

There are already many Terrans waiting here, transporting the copper mine away in trucks.

However, at this time.

No one found it on the top of this mountain.

An old man and a young man are standing here, looking at the hot scene below the mountain from afar.

"Master, what are they doing?"

The young man on the side of the old man looked at the scene below the mountain and asked the old man suspiciously.

"Mining, Casting Ding!"

The old man said concisely and directly.

"Cast Ding?" The youth was slightly startled.

He could see the mining, but cast the ding... He couldn't see it.

But he trusted his teacher.

Nodding ignorantly.

And the old man did not explain to the youth.

Instead, he silently watched the movements of the Terrans below.

"The Emperor of Man personally mines copper ore, smelts and casts the ding, and the day the bronze ding is cast, it is the time when the luck of the Terran race gathers and the enchantment protects the entire Terran race."

"At that time, the foundation of this Terran will be rock solid and unshakable."

"What an astonishing boldness!"

The old man was secretly frightened in his heart.

Even though he had known about the Terrans' plan for a long time, he was still surprised by the Terrans' actions.

"From now on, this mountain will be the dojo of the poor road."

Suddenly, the old man spoke softly.

The young man on the side was stunned, and looked at his teacher a little blankly.

And the old man did not pay attention to his own disciples, but cast his mana.

At the foot of the mountains, a stone tablet appeared silently.

There are three big characters on it.

Shouyang Mountain!

And on the peak of Shouyang Mountain, a Dao Palace also appeared out of thin air without alerting anyone.

Book.

Hakkeigu!