Chapter 217 Ancient Past

Yu Zecheng walked into the portal and returned to Xuanyuan Sword Peak instantly. This time he reported the humiliation of the year to Senior Brother Ye Han Yizhu, and he was extremely happy.

He was eager to tell the master the news, and his pace accelerated. A figure suddenly appeared in front of him and almost ran into him. Yu Zecheng hurriedly stopped and saw that it was the old man who swept the floor yesterday, silently sweeping the floor.

Yu Zecheng stopped. Although he was extremely anxious, he was not in a hurry to take this step. He was not ready to go after the old man finished cleaning.

After scanning the place, the old man suddenly said:

"The kid is good, no wonder the madman has invested so much money. In fact, it should be like this. Thinking about what he has gained without giving is like a dream."

After saying this, it slowly disappeared. When he heard this, Yu Zecheng suddenly became a shock. The madman in the old man's words is an old madman. If he could say this, this person must be Senior Huixu. The old madman needed to lock himself in Tiandao Ridge, but he swept the floor on Xuanyuan Sword Peak to maintain his mood. It seems that this person is stronger than the old madman.

There is really a mountain outside the mountain and a sky outside the sky. The old guy who swept the floor was actually Senior Huixu. Yu Zecheng suddenly started to sweat coldly and began to recall whether he had offended others. After thinking for a long time, he finally thanked that his performance was OK. At this point, he no longer had the pride of snatching the space for martial arts consciousness in the prehistoric world.

Suddenly Yu Zecheng thought of what the old madman said before he went into seclusion:

"In a thousand years, I will be able to go out to sell chaos like those old people, or send children's secrets everywhere, or take a huqin around the street, worry-free and free."

It seems that I will respect the old man who sells chaos in the future. If someone is walking on the street, I must leave the best one. Why is the one who walks around the street with a huqin so familiar? It seems that I have heard of it there.

While thinking, Yu Zecheng walked out of Xuanyuan Sword Peak, stood up with his sword, and returned to Tiandao Peak. In that courtyard, the master, the third brother and his wife, and the fourth brother were all waiting here for a long time.

Yu Zecheng fell down with his sword and made a successful gesture at everyone. The third senior brother jumped up and roared. The true man of Nan Tian smiled at Yu Zecheng, and his praise was expressed in his words.

The first lineage of the head of Xuanyuan Sword Peak and the other two lineages of the Five Ridges suffered a loss. Although they did not make any noise, the matter seemed calm, but Yu Zecheng's name spread again throughout the twelve peaks of the Five Ridges, which was more famous than the time when Nan Tian Zhenren's Ninth-level Flying Sword was replaced by him.

You should know that in this prehistoric martial arts dojo, whenever the Xuanyuan Sword Sect mentioned this thing, his eyes were red with redness, but the person involved had no feelings about it. For him, everyone just agreed that they had to snatch it, and they didn't know the magic of this thing.

Yu Zecheng looked for time alone to report to his master, and the vision of the old man sweeping the floor was said, "The real person in Nan Tian said:

"You just pretend that this has not happened before, and don't tell anyone that when you see this senior in the future, you should be the same as you don't know. Don't respect him too much, otherwise it will have a counterproductive effect."

Yu Zecheng said:

"Master, there are too many senior Huanxu. I met two of them at once."

The real man of Nan Tian said without any worries:

"Do you think the Lord Zhenyi is a big radish? Who knows what happened to you? I have been here for four hundred years, and the old madman has sent food countless times. My master and I have not discovered that he is Huixu Zhenyi. Maybe your fate is the old person's popularity, and all the old people are in love with you."

Yu Zecheng shook his head and said:

"I don't know, by the way, why did Master Wanxiang Sect not return to the True One God of the Void Period?"

Nan Tian Zhenren said:

"Even if there was a Wanxiang Sect before, they died in the great disaster three thousand years ago, so we could only snatch one of their mountain gates to be the Tianxiang Peak. Moreover, 1,500 years ago, the Wanxiang Sect split the internal struggle once and lost a group of masters, so they did not return to the Xu Zhenyi God Lord.

In this world of the sky, I have never heard of the God of Huixu Zhenyi taking action to kill the enemy in the past three thousand years. There must be restrictions on their realm, and we cannot move our power absurdly."

Yu Zecheng nodded and agreed, and the old lunatic is one of the examples.

After this incident, the next day, Nan Tian Zhenren brought the third senior brother and his wife back to their Luzhou family, where they held their wedding again. The master had to follow him and cheer for his disciples. It would take at least one month to go there, and Yu Zecheng had to study by himself.

After the Ten Biling women were released, they never took them back. Now there are few people in Tiandao Peak, and Yu Zecheng is not relieved. Although they are all delicate and weak women, they are all evil ghosts who eat people and don’t spit bones. Finally, they were put away one by one, but each of them gave necessary rewards. Among them, Biling gave a foundation-building pill. Whether the foundation-building pill can be built depends on her own fate.

Everyone left, and only Yu Zecheng and the fourth senior brother were left on the Tiandao Peak. When they had nothing to do, Yu Zecheng began to practice hard. Return to his cave, enter the cultivation room, and return to the Pangu world.

There is another space in Pangu's world. On the middle passage connecting the volcanic world and the lake world, a hall appeared out of thin air. It was said that the hall was a little supra, just a thatched hut, like the residence of savages in the prehistoric era, with mud walls and thatched houses, with a small area, and a large hole in the wall was considered a window, which was very dilapidated.

Yu Zecheng couldn't help but curse:

"Damn it, it turns out that the ancient times meant thatched hut. It turns out that it is this thatched hut of the ancient times. This broken thing is all red in the face. Why are I good things?"

This hut is different from that volcanic world. It is not an illusory place. You can enter it. Yu Zecheng slowly followed the lake water passage and entered the hut. He sadly discovered that there was a futon in it, but it was already broken and was weaved.

He sat on the cushion, and although he said that, he knew in his heart that this thatched hut must be a magical treasure, otherwise there would never be so many people snatching it so hard.

The air inside the hut was very good. When I sat there, I seemed to see the hazy and gorgeous sunshine, shooting through the broken holes and windows, as if the new sun was slowly shining in, a crystal clear color, reflecting the most moving brilliance in the world.

There was a vague sound of drums. The sound of drums was so vicissitudes, but it contained infinite momentum of life. Then the horn of the cow sounded, and "Blue..." resounded throughout the world.

Yu Zecheng looked out along the window and saw what Pangu world was there. This was a barbaric world. In addition to the sun in the sky, there were nine firebirds flying in the air, as if ten days were on the top, and the sun was like fire.

There are countless strange beasts everywhere on the earth, and humans are just their poultry snacks, and they struggle to survive between the mouths and teeth of these strange beasts.

Various floating cities flew over the sky, extremely huge, with countless winged aliens entrenched above them, and they were drinking and caring. Humans were their dolls and food, and people were thrown down from the floating city from time to time.

Under the earth, in the Nine Abyss, in the Devil's Castle, on the banks of the magma river, humans are boatmen, farmers, working hard, and they are also a crop. From time to time, demons grab a person and put them in their mouths to chew. Some people throw themselves into the magma Hanoi to get rid of slavery.

There are countless outer spaces in the endless void of the dimension, where humans are experimental subjects, cut and decomposed, and conduct research, and their souls are extracted as the source of energy.

After thousands of years and countless years, humans struggled and gradually learned their fur abilities in these places. They developed little by little with the meager power of these fur, gradually became stronger, gathered into tribes, used magical powers, manipulated superpowers, refined flying swords, and made magic weapons.

Finally, one day he rose up, beat the drums of war, whistle the horns, and massacred the prehistoric beasts on the earth one by one, extinction of the races one by one.

The City of Sky, the Palace of Earth Abyss, and the Dimensional Foreign Land are all watching and paying attention to humans, but they do not take them seriously.

Then the sound of the horn changed, and a hero appeared, raised his bow and shot the sun, shot the nine firebirds down, and finally restored the original appearance of this vast world. Humans led fire to open up wasteland, planted crops, raised livestock, and made palaces, becoming stronger little by little.

Then a group of humans rose up with their swords and launched an invasion on the floating city above the nine heavens, knocking them down one by one. Another group of people turned into gods and demons to launch a war on the demons under the nine abyss, sinking them into the lava of the earth center. A group of people manipulated the energy of heaven and earth, launched a blow to the dimensional world, and destroyed them one by one.

Finally, the enemy in the sky, the demons underground, and the spirit of the dimensions gathered together. The eighty-one tribes launched a war against humans, and humans also began the final battle. Countless people stood up with swords, countless people turned into gods and demons, and countless people controlled the aura of heaven and earth, fought back, and a war broke out.

In the end, countless people began to call:

"Xuanyuan Huangdi, Xuanyuan Huangdi, Xuanyuan Huangdi."

One person appeared, holding a long sword, looking down on his face, no one could defeat him, seven battles and seven defeats, defeating the coalition forces of the eighty-one tribes, forcing the Flying Floating City to leave this world, the city of Earth Abyss self-destructed the passage, and the Dimensional Realm cuts the connection. From then on, the sky world belongs to humans, and the human race begins to officially prosper.

Yu Zecheng looked at the scenes outside the window and couldn't help but stare silently. After a long time, he recovered. This memory of the prehistoric world not only comes from the martial arts temple, but also comes from the Pangu world. This is all real. The person holding the sword is Xuanyuan Huangdi, the ancestor of human beings.

Some of the alien races were just expelled. Judging from their vows before they left, they might return one day, or they might have returned before, but they just didn't know it.

Thinking of the sad experiences of human beings in the past and the killing of Xuanyuan Huangdi holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, Yu Zecheng suddenly felt a sense of passion. If those alien races return and meet them himself, they will fight to the death and will definitely live up to the name of Xuanyuan.
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