It has become a treasure medicine for sperm, and occasionally it turns into a naked-butt doll, running around on the mountains and playing with each other, and their laughter is particularly clear.

The proud wild bird soars in the sky, staring at the dragon in the river, waiting for the moment when it emerges from the water.

The dragons in the river also peeked at the beasts drinking water on the shore.

The white cow, which was snow-white and with white and transparent horns, stood on the shore with full spirituality, making a "moo, moo" sound, as if summoning his companions to be alert.

Most of the time, the monsters that turned into rocks occasionally changed their postures and continued to doze in a more comfortable way. Between the movements, there was a scene of heaven and earth breaking, with the rumbling sounds spreading over a hundred miles, shocking the beasts.

This is Xihuang Mountain.

Of course, "Xihuang Mountain" is shrouded in the glory of the sun god bird, and people from those tribes described and described this mountain.

Although the people who set out from different areas are all the same mountain, the words to describe this mountain are different.

It is also called Zhongbeast Mountain, Huangshan Mountain, Zhonghuang Mountain, Yangshan Mountain, etc.

This mountain is the origin of the second generation of myths.

The new gods who defeated their ancestors gathered on the Xihuang Mountain and formed a covenant.

So this is also a place where the gods are watching.

The tribal warriors who can reach Xihuang Mountain will fall into the sight of the gods.

If you perform well enough, you may be given divine blood on the spot, change your bloodline and increase your potential.

This is the "profit" of the All-Race Conference.

Of course, the Conference of All Races cannot always be held for various reasons.

The most critical point is that every 1,329 years, the thick fog outside Xihuang Mountain will become weaker, and for most mortals, it will become less dangerous here.

Boom...!

Accompanied by a loud bang, the snow-white giant trees that had survived for countless years collapsed in the mountains and forests.

The warriors wearing cow horn helmets, with a strong body of more than ten meters high, were as small as an ant under this huge tree.

"Build a house quickly and the mountain will be dark." A warrior stood under the collapsed tree and spoke.

Many other warriors, holding stone axes, kept chopping and digging on giant trees.

They seemed to want to cut off the collapsed giant tree and build a temporary shelter in it.

But their behavior obviously angered another group of people.

A group of soldiers wearing grass skirts and leaves attacked the soldiers who were building houses without morality.

The reason for conflict is not survival.

But because of faith.

Some people trust the houses they built by themselves and regard them as shelter after the night falls.

Some people take the responsibility of protecting trees, and some people cut down huge trees in front of them, which is an irreconcilable contradiction.

Simple, direct, simply... there is no process of temptation or compromise between each other.

Yang Zhenzhen was wearing a grass skirt, with a garland on her head, and holding a bow and arrow in her hand, constantly jumping among the trees.

From time to time, he would also shoot arrows with his companions, shooting death arrows at the Li people wearing cow horn helmets.

Under Ke Xiaoliang's care, she is a member of the Jumang clan.

Jumang is a subordinate of Shen Lu, and is also one of the powerful gods in the divine world today.

The gathering place of the Jumang tribe is not far from Xihuang Mountain, so it is much easier to reach Xihuang Mountain than most other tribes.

The soldiers of the Li tribe fell to the ground and died after being poisoned.

However, after a few breaths, the dead Li warriors would stand up again, becoming stronger and launching a completely fearless attack on the soldiers of the Jumang clan.

A large number of arrows shot into the bodies of these Li warriors, but they would not hurt or fear them.

"They are immortal warriors of the Li tribe. Only by cutting off their heads with the magical iron of Yangshan and cutting off their heads will they really die." The older warriors of the Jumang tribe were fighting and moving, shouting loudly.

"Then seal them." Another Gumang warrior said.

After speaking, a large number of vines and roots suddenly grew in the mountains of iron trees and silver flowers.

The vines and roots entangled the Li warriors, and wanted to drag them into the deep ground and then bury them.

So what if you don’t die?

Immortality is not invincible.

This is the earth where myths appear and the gods look at it.

In addition to death, there are many threats, enough to make life worse than death.

This is the home court of the Jumang tribe, and they will not be at a disadvantage here.

However, the "punishment" of the Jumang tribe to the Li warriors was suddenly interrupted when it was the strongest.

At this time, a flowing cloud suddenly floated in the horizon.

When the flowing clouds drifted closer, the heavy figures on the flowing clouds were discovered by the crowd on Xihuang Mountain.

These people were all wearing clothes woven by clouds and dressed like gods.

Compared with the grass skirts and animal skins of other tribes below, it seems that it is not a product born under a civilization at all.

This is the Zhiyun Tribe.

The descendants of the first generation of ancient gods left behind the heavenly race on earth.

They are born in two generations of blood, the ancient god and the new god, and are powerful and proud, and often claim to be the true royal family on earth.

The people from Zhiyun Tribe who came stepping on the clouds stood in the clouds and looked down at the people under their feet.

"Jumang tribe, stop! The meeting of all races has not yet begun. Since the Li tribe has arrived at Xihuang Mountain, it should be protected."

The Zhiyun Tribe is indeed strong. No matter how the reason is, it will dominate the situation.

Although from a certain perspective, the reason for the Jumang tribe to take action is actually not tenable.

Just because an ancient tree was cut down, all the Li warriors who came to Xihuang Mountain were sealed... In the eyes of most people, this is really too harsh and too unreasonable.

The young soldiers of the Jumang tribe aimed their bows and arrows at the clouds who were high above the clouds.

Perhaps in their blood, there is no option to soar in the air, but flying... does not really make the Jumang people helpless.

Although Yang Zhenzhen was wearing a grass skirt, she was wrapped tightly.

In this world, she has grown to eight meters tall, and looking at it again, it looks even more magnificent.

The wind blew through the silver leaves, and the waves on the chest seemed to have turned up Ye Hai.

Above the clouds, a warrior from the Zhiyun Tribe couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Jumang Tribe! Do you want to be enemies with us Zhiyun?" The people from Zhiyun Tribe looked down below.

At the same time, the white clouds they stood at once turned black into dark clouds.

Under dark clouds, lightning and thunder were roaring, and strong winds were shaking.

The power of nature was at this moment on the heads of every Jumang man.

At the same time, it seems to be promoting the power and indescribableness of the Zhiyun tribe to other tribes that have arrived in Xihuang Mountain.

"Colle the bow!" A middle-aged soldier with a strong body of fifteen meters and a vine armor wrapped around his body spoke.

"Mai Wood!"

"They killed an ancient tree!" A warrior from the Jumang tribe couldn't help but speak.

Obviously, the Jumang warrior who ordered the bow collection before was not only targeted at the Zhiyun Tribe in the Cloud.

"Then defeat them all on the Ten Thousand Gods Platform." The middle-aged Jumang warrior turned his head and said.

Then all the Jumang warriors put away the bows and arrows in their hands.

The original strong bow and sharp arrows all contracted and decayed in an instant.

Finally, it was restored to these crystal green seeds in the hands of the Jumang warriors.

The Li warriors who were originally dragged into the ground by vines and roots also split the ground with axes, and then they screamed and jumped out, staring at all the Jumang warriors fiercely.

They are not inferior to the Jumang tribe.

Every warrior of the Li tribe can be a nightmare for the enemy on the battlefield.

Because they are basically impossible to be killed... or, every death is a stronger process.

Injury is also their source of strength.

The reason why they lose is that the number of players and the home court disadvantage account for a large part of the reason.

The sky was getting darker.

In Xihuang Mountain without the sun-divine bird, the dim sky caused by the dimness of the mountain.

All the flowing lights and most of the leaves that shine silver began to converge their glory.
To be continued...