i am a tree [prehistoric]

Chapter 126

The rotation of the stars will not change with the changes of the creatures in the world. Even though the land has experienced the Lich War, the flood broke out, and there are countless wailing and crying, the bright moonlight still shines on everyone equally as usual.

Under the moonlight, the Houtu man had a snake-tailed body, and his usually beautiful face was full of divine compassion, Xirong's heart moved.Subconsciously stretched out his hand, but somehow wanted to stop Houtu.

At that moment, she only felt that the first eleven of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were already dead. Dijiang and the others must want Houtu to live well, but Houtu turned into reincarnation, almost the same as the last time he died. , In this way, the twelve ancestor witches all returned to the earth, this fact is a bit sad.

But she swallowed the words, because she knew that this was Houtu's choice, and also...the only way out for the Wu Clan.

With a compassionate heart, Houtu stood up and looked at the devastated land, the corpses of countless creatures, and the souls that were still howling.She closed her eyes, and took a final nostalgic glance at the Wu Clan on the ground.Then he looked up to the sky.

"Heaven is above, and I am the Houtu. This Lich War has caused the ruins of the prehistoric land and the loss of life. Houtu feels guilty. Today, I sometimes feel that the prehistoric world is lacking. The soul wanders outside the world and cannot rest in peace, so Houtu is willing to follow suit. What the Father God did back then, used this body to transform into reincarnation and fill the gap between the heaven and the earth..."

Houtu hadn't finished speaking, when he heard the phrase "Use this body to transform into reincarnation", all the witches' expressions suddenly became frightened, and Hou Yi reacted the fastest, and immediately shouted with trembling pupils.

"do not want!"

Houtu heard the movement, but she just glanced at Houyi and the rest of the clan with those eyes full of compassion, and then she spoke firmly to the sky.

"...Six Paths of Reincarnation, Stand!"

In an instant, the ground began to shake, and Zu Wu, who had a snake-tailed body, two hands on his chest, and seven hands on his back, shone with golden light all over his body.The radiating golden light almost illuminated most of the Great Desolation into daytime.In the bright light, the phantoms of countless buildings can be vaguely seen.On Huangquan Road, Guimen Pass, Naihe Bridge, and the Palace of Hell, phantoms of buildings full of underworld atmosphere slowly appeared, forming a vague image of the underworld.At the same time, a phantom of the Wheel of the Six Paths exudes simplicity and terror is gradually revealed.

The vision of this day made countless Primordial monks look at it in astonishment, and then the Primordial monks who vaguely understood what was going on were relieved.

They are all major events involving the prehistoric times. Whether it is the ten-day sky or the great flood, few people can survive alone, so many people are very tired and don't want to have any more troubles.But fortunately, looking at it this way, this seems to be a good thing.

It's just that other prehistoric monks thought it was a good thing, but the Wu clan didn't think so.

"No!"

"No, stop!"

"The Ancestral Witch of Houtu doesn't want it!"

After swearing an oath in Houtu, the great witches headed by Hou Yi uttered heart-piercing shouts, and at the same time, they turned into real bodies of thousands of feet and hundreds of feet and rushed towards Houtu as if they had lost their minds.The earth rumbled under their running feet.

But with their speed, how can they catch up with the speed of the six reincarnations of the earth body?

Houyi and other witches who were running wildly watched the Houtu ancestor witch in front of him gradually fade in the golden light, and at the same time, the scene of the underworld in the golden light, the wheel of the six realms began to solidify slowly.

"Stop! Stop!"

Bang, a witch fell to the ground while running wildly, she lay on the ground and looked at the Houtu ancestor witch in the distance, crying bitterly.The voice was shrill and bleak.

"Zuwu, please!"

"Dijiang Zuwu and the others have already gone, are you going to abandon the Wu clan?"

"Zu Wu, stay! Please stay, don't abandon us!"

The wailing of countless witches resounded through the sky, like a cuckoo weeping blood.The Twelve Ancestral Witches regarded Pangu as their father, and these witch clans created by the Twelve Ancestral Witches regarded the Twelve Ancestral Witches as their parents.

Moreover, after the birth of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Pan Gu died and did not take care of them, but for the rest of the Wu Clan, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had really taken care of the Witch Clan for tens of thousands of years.It can be said that the Twelve Ancestral Witches are the core and soul of the Wu Clan.

But now, Di Jiang and other ancestral witches have died. After the war, the broken and defeated shaman clan wanted to lean against the Houtu ancestral witch to lick their wounds. Incarnate in reincarnation and leave them, how can the Wu Clan accept this?

Instead, Houtu looked at the Wu clan who were rushing towards her, showing a gentle smile like in the past.

"Sorry, but... this is the best way."

As soon as the words fell, the back soil, which was already as light as a cloud, finally disintegrated into dots of golden light and landed on the ground.At this moment, the scenery of the underworld such as Huangquan Road, Guimenguan, Naihe Bridge, and the Palace of the King of Hell are no longer phantoms, but solid entities.And the real Wheel of the Six Paths stands in mid-air. It has a huge figure, and its figure can be seen no matter where you look from the prehistoric direction. The simple, majestic and terrifying aura makes countless prehistoric monks who secretly look at this side Startled.

"Zu... Zu Wu..."

Hou Yi and the others stopped running wildly and looked at the golden light in the distance in disbelief. Then they looked up to the sky and howled with tears in their eyes.At that moment, all the Wu Clan didn't have the sturdy appearance of the past, they all looked like a group of children who couldn't find a home.

Xirong couldn't bear to look at it from the sidelines, so she couldn't help turning her face away.

At the same time, the huge golden cloud of merit gathered in the sky finally crashed down towards the huge wheel of six paths.The Wheel of Six Paths absorbed the sea-like golden light of merit, and finally began to spin rumblingly, and a woman in yellow clothes with a gentle and beautiful complexion flew out of it.The appearance is actually [-]% similar to Houtu.

She was holding a shiny golden notebook in one hand, and a writing brush that was also shiny golden in the other. Both of these things were magic weapons of merit and virtue. As soon as the woman in yellow appeared, she smiled gently at Xi Rong. "I have met the Venerable with peace of mind."

Xirong slightly nodded in response with a complicated mood.Then he looked away and took a closer look, and there were three big characters written on the book, Life and Death Book, and although there were no obvious handwriting on the brush, Xirong immediately understood that it was the famous judge's pen.

It is not an imitation of the one handed by the judges of the underworld in the future, but the original and strongest judge pen body.Sentencing you with a sum of life and death is not just talking about it casually!

With her appearance, Hou Yi and other Wu people subconsciously stopped crying, and a gleam of hope flashed in their eyes.

"Ancestor witch?"

"Is it the Houtu Ancestral Witch?"

They opened their mouths expectantly, wanting to get the familiar smile of Hou Tu Zuwu as usual.

However, Pingxin just glanced at them calmly, and then loudly announced his existence to the world.

"I am peaceful, and I will sit in the underworld from now on, rewarding the good and punishing the evil! Netherworld, stand!"

As soon as these words came out, the solidified scenery of the underworld and the wheel of the six realms all penetrated into the ground.At the same time, countless crying souls on the earth were also sucked into the earth at this time.

What only a few people noticed was that on the prehistoric land, where eleven ancestor witches including Di Jiang died, eleven unusual souls got into the ground and entered the six realms of reincarnation.

The huge golden cloud of merit gathered above Pingxin's head again, and poured a large amount of golden light of merit into Pingxin's body without hesitation.In the blink of an eye, Pingxin's aura rose steadily, becoming more terrifying and majestic.Her coercion, who had no cultivation base, rushed straight to Da Luo Jinxian, quasi-sage, and finally half-sage!

At that moment, Honghuang had the concept of half-holy for the first time, and all sentient beings in the prehistoric world had a feeling for the current situation. The post-localization of reincarnation has great merit in filling the gap in the prehistoric desolation. The primordial spirit that Houtu has always wanted!

However, even Xirong couldn't tell whether this was a good thing for Houtu, because although Pingxin had Houtu's memory, judging from her attitude towards the Wu Clan, Pingxin didn't have Houtu's memory. those emotions.

However, it is also understandable that such an important place like the Six Paths of Reincarnation does not need an ancestor witch who is partial to the witch clan to sit in the town. What the Dao of Heaven needs is a hell with fraternity and compassion for all things, but will never favor any party. Lord.

So from a certain point of view, Pingxin may be the product of Houtu's severance of the seven emotions and six desires.Compared with the physical body, perhaps this is the heaviest price that Houtu paid. Pingxin is indeed the soul of Houtu, but looking at the prehistoric world, whoever has a physical body will give his soul a name alone. take a name?

So just from her name, it can be seen that Pingxin...is not Houtu.

The prehistoric monks also understood this truth.They looked at the woman who achieved the semi-holy position with great merit, and then knelt down deeply.

"Meet Empress Pingxin!"

If the prehistoric monks were full of awe of the mighty power of the saint when they knelt down to worship the saint, now they are full of admiration.

After all, not everyone is willing to give up their own lives in exchange for the chance of others to live again.What's more, this is not just a one-time life, the matter of reincarnation, just by listening to it, you can know how much merit it has.

Everyone can feel her compassion for all things from Houtu's choice. They can't think of such a thing, they can't do it, so they respect her more and more.

Even though Yang Mei, who had a majestic purple aura, did not bow down, she cupped her hands and bowed deeply.

"I've seen Mrs. Pingxin."

The voices of Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti and other saints even came from the sky.

"I've seen fellow Daoist Pingxin."

Even the sage spoke out, but the Wu tribe was completely silent. Following Pingxin's announcement just now, the expectant eyes of Houyi and other Wu tribe fell silent instantly.At that moment, they understood better than anyone else that the Houtu Ancestral Witch could not come back.

They wanted to cry, but at this moment they couldn't even cry, they could only watch helplessly as the whole world was celebrating the death of their ancestor witch and the birth of Empress Pingxin.

With Empress Pingxin thrown into the underworld and disappeared, Honghuang seemed to have regained its former peace.Xi Rong sat on the tree, staring blankly at the open space beside her.

Not long ago, Houtu was still sitting there, but now, Houtu has become a flat heart, it seems to be just a smooth transition, no screams or blood, but who can say that this is not a different kind of death?

It's even more sad to be transformed into another person in such a silent way.

As if sensing that Xirong was in a bad mood, Pangu appeared beside Xirong.He sat quietly beside Xi Rong, their arms were touching, and they could clearly feel each other's warmth.

Xirong looked at the moon and didn't speak, Pangu looked at her and didn't speak, the two just sat like this for a long time.Before you know it, the sky is dawning.

After a long while, Xirong came back to her senses and glanced sideways at Pangu.

"What are you doing? Come here to comfort me?"

Pangu nodded.

"Well, comfort you."

Xi Rong complained.

"Since you are comforting me, why don't you speak? You are like a log."

Pangu looked at her and thought for a while, then spoke seriously. "Because I think you probably don't want to hear me right now."

Xi Rong froze for a moment, with indescribable emotions surging in her heart.She couldn't help turning her head to look at Pan Gu, as if she was meeting him for the first time, she looked at him carefully for a long time, her gaze seemed to linger on Pan Gu's handsome face in substance.

Pan Gu spoke uncomfortably.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

There are times when this guy is actually shy?

She thought this guy was the type who would be confident when running naked in the street!

Xi Rong leaned over as if she had discovered a new continent and took a few more glances. She only stared at Pan Gu until her honey-colored skin turned red, and then she opened her mouth slowly.

"It's nothing, it's just...have I ever said that you are actually quite handsome when you are so consoling?"

Pan Gu's heart was pounding when she saw her, but when faced with Xi Rong's question, he still behaved straightforwardly.

"No, you just said before that I look like a tough guy when I comfort people."

And every time, he said that he comforted me very well, so don't comfort me next time.

Xi Rong: ...

The throbbing in her heart was interrupted immediately, and Xi Rong jumped down from the tree speechlessly. If it was before, she would only fall to the ground when she jumped like this, but now, she can stand in the air.

The shrunken Jingshi Bailian shone with white light on Xirong's shoulder, as if she was unhappy because Xirong didn't use it now, but after being touched by Xirong, it quickly calmed down.

Xirong, who comforted Jingshi Bailian, felt the wind blowing past her ears. Although she always regarded herself as an ordinary person, after going through so much, she naturally felt that she was not as ordinary as she imagined.

It's just... where does this power come from?

Is it a game?

She opened the game panel suspiciously and looked at it, but no matter how you look at it, this overly simple little game has no other purpose except planting trees.

The extremely simple panel obviously couldn't give her any useful information. Xirong turned off the game panel, then looked up at the sky, as if she could see through the thick clouds that the person above was going to the monster in the sky. family heaven.

After the Great War of the Yao Clan, there were not a single one of the countless Yaoxians. Although some Yaoxians preserved their lives or souls, most of them hid to recuperate from their injuries. Loose cultivators slaughtered them with one knife, and stripped them of materials to make alchemy and weapons.

Whether it is the Yaozu or the Wuzu, the situation is gone now.Xi Rong didn't even need to think about it, she knew that the next thing was that the wall would fall and everyone would push her back.You must know that after the Lich War, these guys have karma on them, killing them not only will not produce karma, but may also have merit!

Fortunately for the Wu Clan, after Houtu reincarnated, the karma of the Wu Clan was offset a lot. Those prehistoric monks who admired Houtu's deeds met the Wu Clan, and they were willing to give some face to them.It's just that the days after Yaozu may be difficult.

But it's too far away to say these things now, the most urgent thing is to figure out what's wrong with this immeasurable calamity, and that... the great grinding of the world.

Thinking of this, Xirong cheered up and looked towards Pangu.

"Of the ten golden crows, only the last one is left. Do you know where the little golden crow is?"

If Xirong didn't expect it, the last little Golden Crow would probably be Lu Ya who will have the Immortal-Slaying Gourd in the future.

Hearing the words, Pan Gu released his consciousness to sweep away, and immediately found the location of the Little Golden Crow.

"On the Yugu Hibiscus tree, he is recovering from his injuries."

Xirong and Pangu immediately decided to go to Tanggu.Not long after flying out, she saw a group of dejected witches on the wild land.The great flood was over, and a thousand wastes were waiting to be done. Although the human race was still full of sadness, they turned their grief and anger into strength, and began to rebuild the tribe humming.At this moment, the Wu Clan were all slumped on the ground, one by one more lifeless.The word 'mourning' was written all over his body.

Xi Rong sighed and flew down.

Noticing the arrival of Xi Rong and Pan Gu, the Wu Clan felt a little more lively, and they stood up and saluted them.

"Father."

"Your Honor."

"I have seen Father God, Your Majesty."

Seeing these witches from a close distance, Xi Rong felt more and more that their condition was really bad. They had just survived the great war, and they were all pale, not to mention wounds all over their bodies, and their eyes were blue and black, and their eyes were full of bruises. Dead silence.It seems that the next moment I will run to the undead volcano, say "the prehistoric is not worth it", and then jump down.

Xirong said slowly.

"You are the only ones left in the Wu Clan now, you should cheer up and reorganize the Wu Clan."

Hou Yi lowered his head and said hoarsely.

"His Holiness said so."

Uncle Feng, the Great Wu of the ancestor and witch lineage of the Heavenly Wu, just gave a wry smile.

"The Dijiang ancestral witches have all died in battle, and now even the Houtu ancestral witches don't want us anymore. How can this witch clan...reform?"

The rest of the witches also looked sad.

Xirong didn't want Houtu to be misunderstood by the witches, so she hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Houtu didn't abandon you, on the contrary, part of the reason she did this is because of you."

As soon as these words came out, countless wizards immediately looked up at her.

Great Wu Yushi stared closely at the Tsing Yi Venerable above, and asked with cupped hands.

"My lord, what do you mean by that?"

"Witches don't cultivate the primordial spirit, and they don't understand the secrets of heaven. This is not a long-term way. If you want to last long, you must have the primordial spirit. After the earth is reincarnated..."

The eyes of the Tsing Yi Venerable swept across the decadent Wu Clan people.

"Do you think she is the only one who possesses the primordial spirit?"

Countless emotions flickered in the eyes of several great witches.

"This... His Holiness means..."

"I'm stupid, please tell the venerable!"

Venerable Tsing Yi hesitated for a moment, then spoke again.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation can not only absorb souls for those wandering souls to inhabit and reincarnate, but also has the advantage of repairing and supplementing damaged souls. You say that there is no primordial soul, but if there is really no soul, then you can only It is a dead thing, how can it produce spiritual wisdom and practice Taoism? So it can be seen that you have it, but it is incomplete. If you enter the six realms of reincarnation, you will naturally have a real soul."

Feng Bo opened his mouth in embarrassment.

"But the reincarnation of the six realms is not so easy to go. Only the souls of the dead can go!"

The Rain Master on the other side discovered a bigger problem.

"Reincarnation does not depend on the race of the previous life, it will be the race of the reincarnation. Even if one of our clansman dies and obtains a complete primordial spirit through reincarnation, but in the next life he will no longer be a Wu clan, that's not bad. Is it our tribe?"

Hou Yi vaguely understood something, and looked at Pangu who was silent on the side with a look of despair.

"The ancestral witches have all gone. The witch clan was originally born from the blood of the father god. If there is no new blood to supplement, those clansmen with complete primordial spirits will be reincarnated into other clans. will cease to exist."

"The witch race was born from my blood. All witches are born with incomplete souls, not complete creatures. The problem of the reproduction of the witch race also shows that it is not a race that can evolve autonomously. So as time goes by, it disappears. It is inevitable."

Pan Gu raised his eyes and met Hou Yi's gaze, speaking a cruel fact in a flat voice.Then he paused, and said again.

"Houtu must have known the consequences, so he chose to become reincarnated, to seize that chance for the prehistoric creatures, and for you. Don't let her down."

As soon as Pan Gu said this, he immediately made countless strong men and women of the Wu clan cry.These physically strong men and women of the Wu tribe either shed tears silently, or choked up with their mouths covered, or wailed loudly, beat their chests and stomped their feet, sobbing choked up.

"Hou Tu ancestor witch...she didn't abandon us..."

"She's for us..."

"She thinks about so many people, why... why can't she think about herself?"

Pangu originally wanted to warn these decadent Wu clansmen, but he didn't want to make people cry when he opened his mouth. He hesitated for a while, and finally said, "Think about it yourself." Then he pulled Xi The banyan flew away.

Xi Rong who was being taken away raised her eyebrows. "Run away when you make someone cry? Don't you say a few words of comfort?"

Pangu was silent for a moment.

"But they seem to be comforted and cried by me."

When he mentioned Houtu, his original intention was to comfort those witches, but it was obvious that those guys were crying.

Xi Rong was taken aback for a moment, and then couldn't help but burst into a 'puchi' laugh.

On the ground, the ribbon-clear Yinghe River flows into a valley, which is Tanggu [Note 1]. There is a huge tree in it, the whole body is red, with several branches stretching upwards, faintly shining with precious light, It is extraordinary at first glance.

In the canopy of the hibiscus tree, a little Golden Crow with low spirits is lying on it. Although the little Golden Crow was covered with golden feathers shining like a little sun when he was in the sky above the wilderness before, but after he received his supernatural powers, he could find that, His fledglings are fledgling, and his down feathers are still bright yellow. It looks like a fledgling that hasn't grown up.

And this is Dijun's tenth son, Lu Ya. He looked at the branches of the hibiscus tree around him sadly. He, his elder brothers, and ten little golden crows were born from the eggshell together. Unable to control the big sun golden flame in his body, he would always accidentally injure people around him, coupled with his mischievous personality, so he was sent to this soup valley by his father to let them practice in meditation.

Tanggu is not big, but it is enough for their brothers to play around every day. Every few days, their father and mother will visit them. There is nothing wrong with such days.But it was broken 300 years ago.

... His brothers died, his father and mother died, his uncle Tai Yi and his aunt Chang Xi who loved him in the past also died, everyone was gone, and he was the only one.

Lu Ya, who was still a child, was far from being as powerful as he would be in the future. He covered his little head with wings, and his whole body was full of sadness.

Now Tang Gu only has his golden crow, so it is so quiet and eerie.But he didn't dare to go out, because many people tried to catch him. After all, a Golden Crow is full of good things, not to mention, as the youngest son of the demon emperor Jun and the prince of the demon clan, he may have a lot of good things on him. Good baby, maybe there is also a key to the monster clan's treasure house.

Lu Ya doesn't have the key to the Yaozu's treasure house, but Lu Ya does have some treasures from his parents, uncles, and aunts.Although he was young, he was not stupid. After sensing the danger around him, he immediately tried his best to avoid those coveted eyes and hid back in Tanggu, and he still dare not go out until now.

But if he doesn't go out, it doesn't mean that no one will come to him.

On the other side, Pangu, who was flying to Tanggu with Xirong, paused, then said in a deep voice.

"The little golden crow is in trouble, it seems we have to hurry up."