Prehistoric: Beginning with mediating creation

Not daring to take a deep breath, Luo Zu immediately drew the essence of the moon from the moon in the sky to replenish his own body and the clones stored in the nine Dharma brains.

If he did not do so, but instead survived the catastrophe on the ground and breathed heavily with cold sweat, his nine Dharma brains might have atrophied, his clones would have collapsed directly, and his Yang Shen would have been weak for a long time.

As for this mouthful of the essence of the moon, it was obtained from a top master in the world in the pot who was drawing the essence of the sun and the moon.

If he drew another strand at this moment, he might be suspected by the demon gods in the sky, and he would be under close surveillance in the future. In the end, he would either be recruited to heaven or punished by heaven.

After easing his own tension, Luo Zu raised his hand to collect the fragments on the ground into the world in the pot, and then went to rescue the tribesmen buried in the collapsed houses against the strong wind and the flying rocks and wood.

He quickly released healing Taoist spells one after another, first stabilizing the vitality of the people still trapped under the ruins, and then rescuing them one by one.

At this time, the strong wind has temporarily subsided, and the action is no longer as inconvenient as before.

As for the battle in the distance, it is getting more and more intense at this moment. There is a light passing by overhead, stirring up boiling air and roaring continuously.

Luo Zu can only crouch down to save people, quickly digging every ruin to rescue people, and other tribesmen also began to join the rescue.

And in this "gunfire", there is always a moment of light piercing into the eyes, making people blind for a while. Fortunately, everyone has entered the practice. In the mouths of the demon clan and the witch clan, they are all considered fake immortals, so they don’t have the memory of fish. Even if the vision is temporarily confused, the touch, hearing and smell of the body can help them find the right direction and then rescue people.

Even more fortunately, the aftermath of the battle at this moment is all sweeping across the air, not raging on the ground.

But Luo Zu feels that this situation is more dangerous.

It is possible that these aftermaths of the battle have accumulated enough in the sky, and they will be hit by a big wave later.

Moreover, the aftermath of these battles could fall on their heads, which meant that they were still in danger even though they were eight thousand miles away.

Luo Zu was helpless about this. They couldn't escape far at this moment. Looking back, even three thousand miles away, there were still aftermaths of their battles rippling. Obviously, the mountains and rivers of Wanli were all covered by the battles of these big men.

Luo Zu suddenly thought of the countless disasters in the future. The witches and liches had fought several times, and all kinds of disasters were endless. This prehistoric world was really a dire situation for a small ant like him.

Silently digging a layer of soil and rocks, and rescuing the last tribesman, Luo Zu breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the road ahead was difficult...

Luo Zu swept across the "cavemen" who were either ignorant, or resolute, or angry, or annoyed, or helpless, or sad, or panicked.

But we must survive until our time comes.

Rumble!

The earth shook, and a light curtain fell from the sky, slashing across a small hill ten miles away from Yanquan Village.

The mountaintop was destroyed, and the light curtain continued to move forward, cutting through obstacles one by one, unstoppable.

Luo Zu was even more speechless, and now he could only rely on his luck.

If there was another fatal shot of fragments like the one just now, Luo Zu would not have the spare energy to resist now.

Of course, some chances of survival still had to be fought for by oneself, and then Luo Zu organized people, some of whom were arranged to take care of the injured tribesmen, and some of them followed him to build an underground fortress on the spot.

The tribesmen with earth-moving magical powers first dug the ground, dug a tunnel, and then dug a basement about 300 meters underground, and then reinforced it. In addition, the gold-moving magical power assisted in the registration, the wood-moving magical power was fixed, and other magical powers were blessed each other, so that a temporary underground safe house could be built.

With the concerted efforts of everyone, this huge temporary project was completed in just ten minutes. At this time, the big figures in the sky had not yet finished fighting, and Luo Zu quickly asked everyone to hide underground.

Moreover, he did not ask everyone to stop digging. They dug deeper and encountered some strange insects and beasts, as well as corpses of resentful ghosts. However, Luo Zu opened the way and they were not very powerful, so they were solved one by one.

This kind of large-scale digging project on the ground has been done before. The cave in Luoxiang was not that deep at first, and they dug it out bit by bit.

It’s just that the danger underground is unpredictable and may be more dangerous than the surface, so the "Shantou Cave People" tribe did not continue to develop underground and become cave dwellers. Now they are also forced to do so. After all, the resistance and protection of the earth are definitely much stronger than the dense forest on the surface.

That’s why Luo Zu made this decision.

After another 300 meters, Luo Zu asked everyone to stop and rest. In fact, 600 meters is not safe, but if they go down further, they may encounter another dangerous situation, so Luo Zu can only ask everyone to stop digging first.

Then he sensed the fight on the ground again.

It hasn’t stopped yet. I don’t know if the demon clan’s true immortals are too powerful or the witch clan’s witch people are incompetent. They fought for an hour and didn’t end.

But even so, Luo Zu had to wait patiently and pray that their fight would not involve them again.

The roar on the surface continued until dawn, and then stopped for a while. When Luo Zu and his friends thought it was over, a more violent explosion swept through the sky.

A group of people trembled, and Luo Zu stared at the gray ceiling.

He had to stay calm, everyone was watching him, he had to be calm, and give the tribe members spiritual strength with his actions.

Then he told his subordinates to take good care of the tribe members, and his own Yang Shen left his body to explore the situation on the ground.

Suddenly, he reached the surface and saw the mess. Fortunately, he led his people underground first, otherwise the ruins of Yanquan Village on the surface would be their fate.

All the houses were destroyed by unknown forces. There were thousands of gullies on the ground. The old trees in the surrounding dense forests were either dug up, torn into pieces, or directly pressed into the ground into "compressed packages". In short, no one was spared.

So the storm they experienced last night was just an appetizer, and the subsequent aftermath was the real hard work.

Fortunately, the aftermath of these battles only swept the shallow surface of the surface of 100 meters, otherwise they would be doomed even if they hid 600 meters underground, and those gullies that cut into the ground for thousands of meters did not fall into the safe house of the "Shantou Cave People", otherwise the whole tribe would be wiped out and no one would organize a feast.

Moreover, the battle was not over yet. The sky was full of light and the various colored lights were still rippling. The spiritual energy between the mountains and rivers was also confused. Some spiritual energy of character was missing. I think it was also gathered by these big figures to perform the big magic.

From the beginning to now, Luo Zu didn't know how many witches and monsters were fighting. He was confused and uncomfortable.

There was no place to eat melons. These big figures didn't curse a few times, shout a few words, and report a few names, so that he, an innocent little audience, could broaden his horizons.

But he would soon have a chance to broaden his horizons.