The mountains of Buzhou fall, the sky falls northwest, and the ground sinks southeast!

At this time, a group of powerful people who had been watching secretly could no longer sit still. Many great gods from the prehistoric world came to the bottom of Buzhou Mountain one after another. The Taoist Sanqing had the highest cultivation level and was also the first to arrive.

Looking at the huge giant turtle body in front of him, carrying the sky and stepping on it, Grandmaster Lian couldn't help but look surprised, Tongtian couldn't help but sigh: "Fellow Daoist Wuliang is really a good method! If your aura had not changed, I wouldn't dare to recognize each other!"

Li Canghai was exhausted at this time. He couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this, "Fellow Daotian, don't joke. It's better to think about how to fill this gap at this time, it's serious!"

After saying that, Li Canghai raised his head and looked at Tianqiong with difficulty and said, "This gap is getting heavier and heavier, I can't last long!"

Taoist Yuanshi glanced at the flood that swept through the prehistoric world and said with a serious expression: "If we do not make up for this place as soon as possible, most of the creatures in the prehistoric world will die. At that time, there will be endless resentment, and there will be endless troubles."

Zhen Yuanzi glanced at the flood on the prehistoric land, frowned, and then said to all the powerful people: "I am weak in Taoism, and I am really not good at refining weapons, and I can barely know the magical powers of earth. Now that the flood is arbitrary, I will give it to you here. Under such a great disaster, I can save one person!"

After saying that, Zhen Yuanzi looked at the powerful people and walked among the flood. He raised his hand and gathered earth to form a mountain, allowing countless creatures to survive. No matter what the creatures of all races belong to, Zhen Yuanzi treated them equally.

Zhen Yuanzi's move awakened many powerful people. Tianque is the root of trouble. If this problem is solved, it can naturally be solved once and for all.

However, all the powerful people also have self-knowing knowledge. Some of them really know that they are powerless, and they are like Zhen Yuanzi, walking among the vast world. They show their magical powers and make countless creatures survive in the death.

At this time, in Kunlun Hill, the ancestral land of the human race. When the flood came, nearly half of the human race were swept away by the flood. For a moment, the new human race suffered heavy casualties.

Since being brought to the bank of this river by the Supreme Emperor, the ancestors of the human race have worked hard and have built their own homes step by step on this ten thousand-mile plain.

As the tribes become more and more numerous, the human tribes have also begun to differentiate. Countless tribes began to spontaneously explore the surroundings. Only during the Holy Mother's Festival every year will the tribe leaders from all over the country return to their ancestral lands and attend the ceremony.

After so many years of development, the number of human race has reached nearly 100 million. Even in the middle of the prime leaders, they have begun to explore the lower reaches of the river with great ambitions, preparing to completely occupy all the abundant water and grasslands on the river.

Unfortunately, when the development of the human race is in full swing, the sudden flood brought everything back to its original form.

"Great Elder, retreat!" In the ancestral land of the human race, the man and woman who were first created for Nuwa was already the old man.

The tribal leader of this generation was an extremely strong man. He was like a child, begging the old man standing in front of the temple!

As the earliest ancestors of the human race, they should not have been like this. When Nuwa created humans, they had the cultivation of a celestial immortal after they were born. Not to mention that their life span was long, they could at least keep their faces unchanged.

However, although the Supreme Emperor placed the human race in this treasure land, he did not take care of the human race in every detail like a guard. As long as there is no monster that the human race cannot resist, the Supreme Emperor will not care about anything.

Therefore, as the only pair of celestial immortals in the human race, Hua and Xi shouldered the burden of the human race. Over the past thousands of years, they had only had time to practice in a rare and stable manner.

They dared not waste every trace of magic power, for fear that they would not be able to protect their tribe when the monster attacked. Even eight hundred years ago, Xi finally relapsed due to secret injuries and died in a demonic disaster.

Hua didn't even have the chance to clean up her body, and watched her burial in the womb of the monster. Since then, Hua began to age more and more.

Fortunately, over the years, although countless tribes have died at the mouths of monsters, some tribes have managed to eat treasures by chance, and all those who survive have entered the door of cultivation.

With the superficial practice methods that Hua and Xi had explored before, they luckily opened up a path of cultivation for all the clans. Therefore, in recent years, as more and more immortals in the clans have become, Hua, who is old and weak, has rarely taken action. He has been quietly guarding the Holy Mother Temple in the ancestral land and has never left!

"Great Elder, if you don't want to leave, who will take care of these tribesmen?" Looking at Hua, who was determined to live and die with the Holy Mother Temple, the leader had to use his trump card.

Sure enough, as soon as the clan finished speaking, Hua, who had been expressionless on his face, suddenly had a slightly moving old face. His voice was dry and said, "Call the clan members, go up the mountain, and avoid the water!"

When the leader heard the ancestor finally spoke, he was overjoyed and said repeatedly: "Okay! I'll do it right now!" After that, he hurriedly left.

Hua looked at the empty futon in the Temple of the Holy Mother, and smiled gently, "Xi, don't worry. Wait until I do this last thing!" After that, he accidentally staggered away.

After repelling countless aquatic monsters, Hua finally sent the last part of his tribe to the mountain in the flood. Then, as the clan members wailed, he finally closed his eyes as he wished and returned to heaven and earth!

At this time, in the prehistoric world, tragedies like human race are happening everywhere. In the prehistoric world, there are only a few who can become immortals and attain enlightenment. As with the vast sea of ​​ordinary creatures, these immortal cultivators are just a drop in the ocean.

All the miserable situations have touched the Taoist heart that has been practicing for countless years. Under his gratitude, he can only do his best to save the creatures everywhere.

At this time, compared with the prehistoric world, the four seas were much better. Although a drop of Nine Heavens weak water fell into the prehistoric world, it was a river. However, when the surging floods rushed into the East China Sea, they were quickly assimilated into part of the East China Sea.

Except for the larger undercurrent of stirring, there were no other symptoms. So according to Li Canghai's arrangement, under the leadership of Chang Xi and Panhu, Buting Island was full of nests.

One hundred and eight Wanbao cities turned into giant cities in the clouds, quickly scattered in the prehistoric world, attracting many creatures trapped in the flood, and killing monsters that are making waves.

Because the Thirty-Six Water Palaces are all water monks, they can take advantage of the territory in such an environment. So they are divided into various divisions and become the pioneers of 108 Wanbao City, which greatly increases the rescue speed of Wanbao City.

Even on the way, many powerful people happened to encounter this group of sea and air troops, and they had to sigh.

Under Mount Buzhou, only the connection between the Three Pure Ones and the West is Cunti.

Only when I heard Jie Yin frowning, he suddenly realized: "Even if we are waiting to make up for the heavens, Buzhou Mountain has fallen and the pillar of heaven has been broken. If there is no new pillar of heaven in the future, there will be problems in this sky!"

When Sanqing heard this, he was indeed the case. Thinking of this, Taoist Yuanshi couldn't help but look at Li Canghai's huge body with his eyes floating on his face, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised slightly.

Seeing this, the Supreme Master rebuked helplessly: "Don't be rude. Fellow Daoist Li has made great contributions to heaven and earth, how can he treat this way!"
Chapter completed!