I am Huanglong, the favorite of the prehistoric group

Huang Long looked at Xing Lang dancing in front of him like a great god, and fell into deep self-doubt.

Is this a demon?

Wait...

In the past life, during the long years, before Taoist priests and monks came out, the person responsible for offering sacrifices and communicating with gods seemed to be wizards.

Witches use dance to enchant gods, offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, and communicate with the underworld.

And this group of demons are regarded as savage beasts by all races in the prehistoric era, and are more terrifying than Rahu.

There seems to be another name for the witch clan.

And to be honest, reincarnation was originally done by their boss Hou Tu.

In this way, it makes sense to save the souls of the dead.

Offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, and offer sacrifices to ancient ancestors.

Communicate with the underworld and contact the ancestors of Houtu.

There seems to be nothing wrong with it.

After a while, Xing Lang finished dancing to the great master, and then he looked at Huang Long enthusiastically and said, "Brother, what do you call me?"

"What a good name, poor Taoist." Huang Long smiled and saluted.

"Oh, Hao, the name is good, similar to the name of the high priest of our tribe." Xing Lang said with a smile.

"Yes." Huang Long explained, does this guy have bad ears or poor pronunciation?

"Hao, that's right." Xing Lang said carelessly. As he spoke, he slapped Huang Long on the shoulder so hard that Huang Long almost rebounded his spiritual power, secretly thinking that this guy's attack was really not light or heavy.

"Brother, although you are short, your cultivation is good and your body is strong enough. I like it, and you come to help me when you see me in trouble. You are a friend you can make. Do you want to consider joining our Jumang tribe and become a great witch?"

Xinglang Road.

"How can I join the Jumang tribe even if I don't have Pangu blood?" Huang Long frowned and asked, full of doubts, "What else is a witch?"

One of the big reasons why the Demon God Clan is rejected by all races is that the Demon God Clan does not even give the other races a chance to be slaves, and only uses them as food.

There is no other way but to fight.

But if you want to join, the entire prehistoric situation will have to be changed.

As long as they can act as masters in front of other ethnic groups, there will definitely be many people who are willing to be slaves to the Demon God Clan.

"Of course it wasn't possible before, but it is possible now. As long as you become a witch, you can obtain the identity of our Jumang tribe. As for the witch, it was a gift to us from our great ancestor God Pangu, and was then discovered by our great high priest.

A way of practice.

"Connect the heaven and the earth, listen to the voice of all things, emit the voice of the heaven and the earth, and lead all races. The high priest is right, this world was opened up by the ancestral god Pangu, and all things were transformed by the ancestral god. How can we trample on it easily? Destroy the heaven and the earth,

Isn’t it the legacy of the Destroyed Ancestral God?

"As the descendants of Pangu, we should uphold the will of the ancestral god and protect this world for him. And all the races in the prehistoric era were also nurtured by the ancestral god's heaven and earth. In fact, they are the same family as us, but they are a little stupid, except for a few

, unable to communicate with heaven and earth and understand the will of the ancestor gods. As direct descendants, we should guide and educate them and let them know the majesty of heaven and earth.

"Understanding the will of the ancestors, we are the pioneers of the ancient times and have the obligation to lead all races in the ancient times!

"And as long as you, brother, have the potential to become a witch, it means that you have been recognized by the ancestral god! You are one of us!"

Xing Lang spoke impassionedly.

Huang Long looked at Xing Lang with fiery eyes that seemed to be shining, and was shocked in his heart.

Although I don’t know why, witches started to appear.

But he knew that things were going to be miserable in heaven!

The reason why the Heavenly Court can be established and order all races is that the Demon God Clan does not give all races a chance to join.

As for this set of theories, the Wu clan is still the master of heaven and earth, but they are not simply distinguished by blood, they have given all races a step up.

The heaven is very lively!

"How about it? Brother, do you want to join? With your ability, you can definitely pass the test of the high priest. If it doesn't work, I'll go and ask my brother. My brother is Da Luo. If he gives you a drop of blood, he can definitely make you

Pass the test." Xing Lang said enthusiastically.

"Brother Xinglang, you keep talking about the high priest. I only know that your Pangu tribe has twelve great gods. I wonder who this high priest is?" Huang Long asked doubtfully.

The Demon God Clan did not have a high priest before. Later, without knowing what kind of deal Xiexi Jieyin made with Houtu, Jieyin became the high priest of the Houtu tribe.

But there is only one, who is this high priest?

"Qing Emperor Taihao!" Xing Lang said proudly.

"Qing Emperor Taihao?" Huanglong's eyes suddenly bulged. Isn't that Fuxi?

No wonder the entire heaven has searched all over the wilderness, but can't find it.

He actually went to the Jumang tribe.

This wave is really fucking awesome.

At this moment, Huang Long knew what the wisest man in the world was.

In heaven, he is the number three figure, Emperor Xi above all gods.

In the witch clan, he is the high priest and the wisdom pioneer of countless witches, the Qing Emperor.

In the human race, he is the Emperor of Heaven and the King of Humans, the first leader of the human race, and the Taihao Emperor who created the world.

No matter who wins, he will not lose.

This is called a player who plays games with his brain.

"What? Have you ever heard of our high priest? Our high priest is majestic and sacred, but he keeps a low profile and doesn't make a name for himself. Only people in the ancient world didn't know how powerful he is. If you meet him, you will definitely worship him." Xing Lang said excitedly, with a look in his eyes.

There is light.

"No, I just feel domineering when I hear it. I should pay homage to him in person if he is so powerful," Huang Long said.

"That's right, we'll take you there right now. The high priest should be fishing by the river at this time, so we can catch up. Maybe we can also meet the high priest's sister, Feng Lixi, the Great Witch." Xing Lang said excitedly.

"Great witch Feng Lixi?" Huang Long raised his eyebrows slightly, no need to think about it, it's certain!

Nuwa, also known as Nuwa, surnamed Feng, also known as Fenglixi.

Come to think of it, this is the opportunity that the great uncle mentioned!

Fuxi Nuwa.

If you're lucky, you might happen to be involved in the creation of a human being, and wouldn't you be happy if you get a wave of merit from prostitution?

Although the prehistoric human race failed to live up to expectations and almost ruined the name of the human race, it is undeniable that they are a machine for making merit.

If you are bound to the human race, you will never lose money.

"Yes, the sister of the high priest, not to mention her powerful cultivation, can bring the dead back to life, and her healing ability is even more powerful than that of brother Jumang." Xing Lang said enthusiastically.

"It's so amazing that I need to be recommended by my brother." Huang Long said with a smile. Of course, healing is the first. He can create something out of nothing, and he can create a person out of nothing. It's a lot of tricks.

"It goes without saying, let's go, we will take you to our high priest right now." Xing Lang said excitedly, holding Huang Long's hand, and he jumped thousands of miles

Huang Long smiled. He was also a descendant of Pangu, but obviously Xing Lang was completely different from those guys like Han Shou. It was because he had been biased before.

Think about it, they are all monkeys. The golden monkeys are very different from the monkeys in Mount Emei, let alone the descendants of Pangu?

In the distance, a Yellow River as wide as the Tianhe River surged. On one side, a middle-aged man with leaves covering his shoulders and two horns on top sat upright. He suddenly frowned, glanced in the direction of Huanglong with a half-smile, and secretly said something interesting.

, the fishhook swayed slightly, and a golden carp flew out and fell into the fish basket on the side. He smiled and said: "Sister, a friend is here."

Next to him, there is a woman who looks ordinary, but has a pair of almost perfect hands that fiddle with the aura. The rich aura of creation surges and brings the dead back to life. She can just fiddle with the clay doll casually and it can give life.

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Hearing the voice, he raised his head slightly and said, "Little friend? Where are you from?"

"Kunlun Huanglong." The man smiled.

"King Zhou Mu of West Kunlun?" The woman's originally ordinary eyes suddenly burst out with gazes that were inconsistent with her appearance and were as bright as stars.

"Exactly." The man nodded. It was a good time. My sister's birthday was coming soon. I was worried about not knowing what to give her, so I sent it to my door. It was indeed a gift from heaven.