prehistoric calendar

(PS: This section is completely abbreviated. It was originally supposed to have Xu Wen's plot, the Samsara Squad plot, then the destiny number, and the last big scene is Xu Wen's awakening. They have different ideas from Hao. They have done one with each other and have seen it.

Friends of my book should all know that I like to lay out things slowly. The clues are scattered here and there, and then finally a big scene explodes. It may look boring in the front, but behind it

The big scene will definitely not disappoint. The previous chapters of Hao have been like this. This time it should have been like this, but I was reported by someone. It seems to be a few pirated copies and people who have been mindlessly hacking me.

Those who reported it had no choice but to abbreviate it in this large paragraph. This episode will probably only end in an anticlimax. Please forgive me, I feel very uncomfortable. In short, just accept the reality.)

Everything seemed to come out of the blue. Liu Han's royal bloodline suddenly appeared, and then they set up a large army. The Northern Expedition suddenly began. They suddenly defeated all the HU people along the way. They suddenly captured Yecheng, the capital of Zhao State, and suddenly captured the HU people in the north.

The people were beaten to pieces and fled, and the Han Dynasty was suddenly established.

Before everyone could react, in just a few months, the situation in the world suddenly changed drastically. The HU people in the whole north rushed out of the fortress, and the X tribe was almost completely wiped out under the attack of the New Han army.

This also led to the instability of the hegemony of the

With the generous bounty offered by the X clan, the trend changed immediately.

Under the invincible power of the New Han Army, all politics, all conspiracies, and all alliances are like a joke. Unlucky and unplanned, they smash all the enemy's illusions, generals, and generals.

The politicians tore all the ideas of the officials who played politics into pieces. In this way, the north was about to be unified, and the Han ideas promoted by Hao, supported by strong military power, began to come here.

in the world.

At this moment, Hao's body is still sleeping on the top floor of the magic tower, and outside the magic tower, Zhang Haohuan is vomiting blood, vomiting blood in big mouthfuls. If an ordinary person vomits blood in this state, he would probably vomit three liters of blood and die, but he doesn't.

Yes, there are two second-level magicians next to him who are constantly applying repair and healing magic to him.

"Finally...repelled." Zhang Haohuan knew that the Fenghou Eight Formations consumed a lot of mental and mental energy, but he didn't expect that the level of consumption was so exaggerated, so exaggerated that he almost died on the battlefield.

Since Hao was sleeping, two waves of monsters from the forbidden area have attacked the magic tower. Fortunately, as expected, there are terracotta warriors and horses in the center of the forbidden area. Most of the attention of these monsters is focused on the terracotta warriors and horses. There are many monsters attacking the magic tower.

They are second-level and third-level strength, and their numbers are not many.

In fact, in this case, the magic tower can fight against these monsters with its own magic long-range attack. However, Hao warned before falling asleep that unless the danger is too great or Zhang Haohuan's army is defeated, use the army to deal with the monsters as much as possible.

, rather than the energy reserve of the magic tower.

Therefore, when monsters attacked twice, Zhang Haohuan personally commanded the army. With the magic network of the magic tower and the help of Nian Zhi, the mind controller, his orders could be passed very clearly to the ears of all the teams.

, and after being baptized by Hao's command for the first time, this army was barely able to be commanded by Zhang Haohuan.

However, Zhang Haohuan's Eight Fenghou Formations were far inferior to those of Hao. The number of monsters that attacked twice was only a few hundred, and their strength was not strong. However, Zhang Haohuan led the army to attack, and they came down to die twice.

With nearly 2,000 men on board, the morale of the army began to decline. Compared with Hao's Fenghou Eight Formations, the gap was huge.

Moreover, Zhang Haohuan is now a completely mortal body, not even comparable to the stronger mortals of all races. Every time he uses the Eight Formations of the Wind Queen, he is exhausted and vomits blood, which makes his friends very worried.

Zhang Haohuan has a total of four friends, a strong man named Bei Mingkun, a thin young man named Chenyang, and two girls. The girl who was a former mental controller is named Qingshi, and the other girl is named Xun Xiaoyu.

At this time, Zhang Haohuan had led his troops back to the demiplane of the magic tower. When he was lying on the ground vomiting blood, Xun Xiaoyu was the first to come to him, patted his back and said: "Why are you working so hard? You can relax a little."

Ah, at most... at most, some ten thousand races will die..."

Xun Xiaoyu said the last sentence very quietly, but Zhang Haohuan had stopped vomiting blood at this time. He bowed slightly to the two magicians. The two magicians smiled and walked straight to the magic tower without saying anything, and Xun Xiaoyu

He said dissatisfied: "What kind of attitude? You are obviously the one who saved the two attacks, okay?"

Zhang Haohuan shook his head at her and said: "People are under the eaves, don't talk about it. I understand in my heart that although these two times are dangerous, it is the time to show our value. Now we are all mortals. Before

All the power is gone, and many memories

They are all blank. I only know that this era is called the Prehistoric Era. We humans are the most vulnerable. Any race can kill us. This place is already considered good. If our value is not reflected now, will we become cannon fodder in the future? Or

Eaten by all races?”

Xun Xiaoyu naturally knew that what Zhang Haohuan said was true, but inexplicably, she felt aggrieved in her heart. Although she didn't know why, she felt that humans should not be despised by all races, but the other way around, so she encouraged

His face remained speechless.

Zhang Haohuan smiled, patted her on the head, and asked, "Where are the three of them?"

Speaking of this, Xun Xiaoyu immediately became interested and said: "We have all lost our power, but a lot of knowledge is still in our heads. Of course, the memory of a lot of knowledge is also gone. Chenyang was a strong person in Feng Shui before, right? He

There are also many aspects of feng shui and luck

The knowledge was in his head. Just before, he suddenly said that the entire magic tower had changed, and then he stared at the magic tower, and even planned to get closer. Bei Mingkun and Qingshi were worried that he would be attacked if he approached the magic tower, so

So I grabbed him and asked him to go and have a look."

Zhang Haohuan's face suddenly changed drastically. He also remembered that Chenyang should have been related to Feng Shui and luck professions in the past. He was a strong person in this field. He forgot how strong he was specifically, but looking at Feng Shui and luck, how many people did he have?

Since he said that there were drastic changes in this magic tower, there must be drastic changes. At that moment, he did not care about his own weakness and immediately said to Xun Xiaoyu: "Where are the people!? Where are they!?"

Xun Xiaoyu also knew that the matter was urgent, and immediately led Zhang Haohuan to run towards the other side of the magic tower. The two of them could not run for too long, when they saw Chenyang looking at the top of the magic tower infatuatedly, and involuntarily approaching the magic tower.

Beside him, Bei Mingkun and the pink-haired Qingshi pulled him from left to right.

Before Zhang Haohuan could reach him, he shouted from a distance: "Chenyang, what are you doing!? Wake up!"

Zhang Haohuan is the captain of this team, and his prestige has always been good. The thin young man Chenyang was shocked when he heard Zhang Haohuan's voice, and he woke up from his daze. Then he immediately ran to Zhang Haohuan and pulled him to point.

The top of the magic tower said: "The owner of this magic tower is the person who is suspected of being so and so. What on earth did he do on the top of the magic tower!? What an exaggeration, what an exaggeration!"

Zhang Haohuan frowned and looked at the top of the magic tower. There was still only magic aura, which was no different from before. He looked at the other three people. The other three people all showed helpless expressions. Apparently they didn't see anything unusual.

However, Zhang Haohuan knew that Chenyang was a gifted person, possessing some kind of innate pupil skills. It was not something like the devil's eyes, but the ability to see the luck of the world, Feng Shui and other strange flows. Although

After reaching a certain level of strength, you can basically detect it, and even see it through spells, but this is Chenyang's own talent, you can see it without any power, and you can see it in more detail than anyone else, so

Only then can he embark on this path of becoming stronger.

Chen Yang was not in a hurry and said directly: "The top of this magic tower is that person's residence, right? I saw that at the top, the luck gathered like a long river, shaped like a dragon and tiger, and like a rainbow, with a

The seven-color canopy shrouds the entire magic tower. Just based on this appearance, it cannot appear normally. If this luck value is hundreds of billions of times greater, it will be the appearance of a human... a human or something!

"

Chenyang saw that the others were still confused, and he immediately explained: "Luck is generally something that can only be described in quantity. For example, the luck of a saint is as vast as the sea, and the luck of a stronger saint permeates the plane of the universe where it is located.

, but my school specializes in studying this. In all my knowledge system, in addition to quantity, luck is actually divided into forms. For example, there are magic saints, whose luck usually appears in black, red, etc., or

yes

The sea of ​​blood is either a black lotus. For another example, the luck of a Buddhist saint is usually a bodhi tree or a relic. The shape of the luck displayed by this magic tower is like a dragon, tiger, or rainbow.

There are seven-colored canopies, with strips of canopies arching down. This is the Qi of the Emperor. It is only possessed by the emperor. If the luck is like this, and it is formed in the only super-demon plane like the prehistoric continent, then there must be someone or something.

It’s the right style!!”

Hearing this, Zhang Haohuan and others seemed to have words about that person popping up in their minds at any time, but no matter how they thought about it, the words just wouldn't come out, as if they were stuck in their throats.

After a long time, Hao said: "Then this is a good thing, it proves that this force is getting stronger."

Chen Yang shook his head. He looked at the top of the magic tower, above the seven-color canopy. There, he saw something brewing. Although he couldn't see what it was yet, just this light

The brewing aura made him feel completely dangerous and terrifying, as if any leakage of the aura could make him shatter to pieces.

"It's not that simple."

Chen Yang shook his head and said: "Luck is actually divided into two parts. One is position and the other is position. Position represents the amount and source of your luck. If you are in a high position, you will naturally enjoy the luck that matches your position.

Blessing, that's why there is a saying that the emperor in ancient times is immune to all evil. The other is "ge", that is, whether you can bear it.

If the luck you enjoy is not good enough, it will be counterattacked by the power of heaven and earth. Moreover, this is the prehistoric era, which is different from the future... Although I have forgotten what is different, I vaguely remember that the luck of this era is very special.

If you have no owner, you don’t have something of your own, and if you suddenly get this great fortune, I’m afraid there will be a big upheaval in this world..."

After saying this, Chen Yang still looked at the top of the magic tower, and then, he vaguely saw light...

The next moment, Chenyang howled miserably, his eyes exploded, blood flowed, and then he could no longer see anything.