Ji Hao and the human race masters mobilized. The major tribes worked hard to mobilize their troops to build the Ten Thousand Dragons Water Seal Formation, suppressed and wiped out the army of water monsters that took advantage of the fire, and cleared out the water palaces that were making trouble everywhere.∑.

The water sealing array of ten thousand dragons gradually completed, and the water vapor in the sky gradually dissipated. There were no water monsters that were making waves. The sun reappeared in the sky, and the warm sunlight shone on the mountains and hills, illuminating the valleys and woods, and dispelling the chill brought by the water.

The flood gradually receded, hidden in high mountain caves, attached to ancient trees, or built ships and rafts, and drifted with the waves, the tribal people who trembled and returned to their hiding place with tears.

The houses were washed away, the fertile fields were destroyed, and the large animals that were too late to carry were drowned by the flood. The originally warm and safe tribal garrison turned into an open space. Except for the little food I carried with me when I escaped, all the tribal cubes were washed away.

"God!"

Crying sounds one after another in the world of Zhonglu. Countless old people who have experienced the dangers of storms raised their hands and knelt on the ground, looked up at the blue sky, and let out a desperate cry.

In the past, when food was short of food, these old people could sacrifice themselves for the tribe. They would follow the traditions of generations to escape into the mountains and forests, find a mountain wat where wind and gather energy to starve to death quietly, saving food for the tribe's youth and strong.

But this time, there was no hope at all.

The food I carried with me was almost eaten up, the food stored in the tribal warehouse was washed away, the crops in the fields were washed away without a trace, and the wild fruits that could be eaten in the mountains and forests were gone due to the flood.

"God, you don't give us any way to live!"

There were wailing sounds everywhere, and even the powerful soldiers in the tribe looked around in a daze, not knowing what to do. Without food, even if they had the power to subdue dragons and tigers, the iron man would be so hungry that he would be weak all over for three or five days!

What makes people even more despair is that after the flood, the same hungry poisonous snakes and beasts in the forest rushed out of the forest one after another.

These poisonous snakes and beasts have much better survivability in the water than humans. The human race can survive from the water, let alone these poisonous insects and beasts. The poisonous insects and beasts who are almost crazy are almost crazy. They wisely avoided the ferocious beasts that are also hungry and are almost crazy, and turn their eyes to the weak and powerless people of the human race.

A beast tide broke out everywhere. Countless villages and towns were crazily impacted by poisonous insects and beasts.

"God! Are you trying to make us lose our children and grandchildren?"

On a simple earth enclosure, a human witch two feet tall howled wildly, swung a steel axe and slashed the saber-toothed tiger into two pieces. Before he could collect the spoils, two black snake-toothed leopards rushed up, snatching him as fast as lightning before him. He retreated far away and tore him tore him into big mouths.

A large amount of flesh and blood entered the abdomen, and the two snakes and leopards gradually recovered their strength. Their aura soared rapidly. A fierce light shone in their dark green eyes. They stared fiercely at the human witch who was standing on the earthen encirclement with a little trembling hands and feet.

Dozens of beasts with strength comparable to the great witches were circling around this urgently piled up earth enclosure. Hundreds of prey circled in the sky, making sharp chirpings from time to time. Further away, a nest of red poisonous snakes spit out snake letters, and poisonous saliva kept flowing out of the corners of their mouths, looking greedily at the tens of thousands of human people in the earthenclosure.

This human village is not strong. There are only less than ten great witches among the tens of thousands of people. They stand on the earth encirclement and look at the ferocious birds and beasts around them with expressionless faces. They are sweating profusely, and heat continues to pour out from them, and each heat takes away the last little strength in their bodies.

"Fight to the death!" A great witch raised the pure steel spear in his hand and roared, then sang a simple and desolate battle song.

"Fight to the death!" Several great witches raised their weapons one after another, and sang the battle songs passed down from generation to generation with their companions. They were simple and desolate, and were filled with endless despair. It was a kind of song that only those who were in death and who had no hope would chant.

In the prehistoric era, when the ancestors of the human race faced the devouring and hunting of countless prehistoric giant beasts, they held their heads and chests up and sang this song to die generously.

When a volcano erupts and a forest fire, the ancestors of the human race are singing this song. They use their fragile bodies to resist natural disasters and protect their tribesmen from retreating.

When the plague was prevalent, corpses were everywhere on the ground, the human witch priests sang such songs and went deep into the mountains and forests to taste hundreds of herbs. Countless witch priests were poisoned by the poisonous herbs, but they also found the antidote to the symptoms.

The alien race came from outside the sky. When he killed countless people and turned the human race into a slave of pigs and dogs, Di Xuanyuan held up his sword in his hand and brought the human warriors who came to meet from all directions of the earth. Everyone sang the same song, wearing rough animal skins, carrying simple wooden shields, and facing the sharp swords and guns of the alien race with their heads raised.

This battle song has been passed down from the prehistoric times to this day. Only when a tribe has no hope and is about to become completely extinct, the human warriors with ancient heritage will sing this battle song to fight the enemy to the death!

Or all the enemies die here, or all of them die here.

In the earthen enclosure, the tribal people who were so hungry that their hands and feet were sore and stood up tremblingly. They carried weapons and slowly climbed up the earthen enclosure, wearing thick clothes, and sweating, looking at the beasts and ferocious birds around them.

The sound of the war song became louder and louder, and the solemn intention of death became stronger and stronger.

The ferocious birds and beasts roared and yelled uneasy. They felt a strong danger from these weak human races. The feeling of hunger and danger stimulated the poisonous insects and beasts to become more and more irritable and uneasy.

Just as a group of beasts were about to rush into the earthen enclosure, golden light fell from the air.

Every golden light fell on the ground and quickly turned into a golden lotus swaying in the wind. The golden lotus bloomed. In each golden lotus, there was a handsome man in Taoist costume sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures.

A breath that made people feel peaceful was spreading. The ferocious birds in the sky fell one after another, curled up their minions and lay on the ground. The beasts on the ground bowed their heads and bowed to the men in Taoist costumes among the golden lotus. All the poisonous snakes curled up and no longer looked as fierce as they had just now.

Two handsome men in white Taoist robes walked over from a distance, and they took three or five miles in one step, and their bodies flashed and soon arrived in front of Tu Weizi.

A handsome man smiled slightly and smiled at the stunned tribesmen on the earthen walls, saying, "My ancestor is kind and knows that the people in this prescription are in trouble, so he sent us to subdue the beasts and relieve your sufferings."

He took out a portrait and unfolded it. On the three-foot-long scroll was an image of Mu Taoist and Hua Taoist standing side by side.

"Come in my door and recite the Dharma name of my ancestors day and night. You can eat and wear warm clothes and have enough food and clothing, and you can no longer bother you!" (To be continued.)

ps: I can't write anymore!

I drank ice beer yesterday and my stomach rebelled a little, but today I was sore and weak all day long.
Chapter completed!