There are now 100,000 people in the Eastern King Tribe!

There are many 100,000 people, but they are pitiful in this world. Wu said that during the heyday of the Eastern King tribe, there was a population of 8 million, and now there are only 100,000 left, but it is incredibly declining.

From the witch, I learned that there are many people in the world who make totems. Often, when they are born, they are kings of a tribe.

The original king of the Eastern King Tribe had just died in the hands of a ferocious beast. Originally, the interior of the Eastern King Tribe was scattered, but now that the totem has become a spirit, there is no need to fight for it.

The Eastern Prince is the new king.

After a few days, Wang Xiong had already learned a little about the situation from Wu.

"Ten thousand years? It's been ten thousand years!" A shock flashed in Wang Xiong's eyes.

This time I go back, it will be at most two months, but the life cycle has been 10,000 years?

"Sure enough, the most mysterious thing in the world is time!" Wang Xiong narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Wang, the people sent by the Fuxi tribe are waiting to reply, we..." The witch looked at Wang Xiong, the current Eastern Prince.

"Fuxi tribe, the largest tribe in the world?" Wang Xiong looked at Wu.

"Yes! The Fuxi tribe is protected by Nuwa's great importance, so that no tribe is as good as them. The king of their tribe called Fuxi, who is the first person today! I heard that he can deduce the way of heaven, earth and all things, and his strength is even stronger than those legendary gods. Some gods must give rituals when they go to Fuxi tribe. In the Fuxi tribe, no one or the gods are allowed to fly!" The witch explained.

"Fuxi wants to hold a 'Yingtian Conference'? Inviting the kings of thousands of tribes to participate? Go, why don't I go there for such a big event? Tell the messenger of the Fuxi tribe that I will definitely arrive at that time!" Wang Xiong said firmly.

"Yes!" The witch quickly retreated.

"Fuxi? I ​​heard from Qinghuan that he was in the Second Yuan Association and was once the husband of Nuwa. Now he has become a human race? It's interesting. The Heavens Conference? The Heavens Conference, the elder brother should also go?" Wang Xiong's expression flashed.

The King of the East has traveled through time and has recovered its Golden Immortal cultivation, but he has not gone around to find the whereabouts of Di Jun, because the King of the East has understood that his place is not safe at this moment.

Zhao Gongming just now was an example. At this moment, the Eastern King tribe is likely to be under surveillance.

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Zixiao Palace!

In the square outside Zixiao Palace, countless powerful people from all over the world came to listen to the sermon.

Hongjun sat upright on the cushion, holding a whisk in his hand, talking about the secret of the way of heaven. The sound of Tao came into the ears of the strong, and they all felt like falling into a big dream.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a strong man had a golden light all over his body, but his cultivation level had broken through.

"I have broken through the bottleneck, thank you Daozu!" The strong man stood up excitedly and bowed to Hongjun.

In front of a group of strong men, above the three cushions, were the Three Pure Saints.

"Don't disturb the teacher!" Tongtian said with a frown.

"Yes, yes!" The powerful man who had just broken through immediately sat down and suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Hongjun's preaching time is not long, only one hour.

When the time came, Hongjun stopped preaching.

"That's all for today!" Hongjun said lightly.

All the peerless strong men suddenly woke up like a dream. Each of them had gained something.

"Thank you, Daozu!" the strong men said gratefully.

No matter how grateful you are, the strong men looked bitter at this moment, because the next time I listen to the sermon, I will have to wait until sixty years later. Sixty years?

"Ancestor Dao, we are grateful to Ancestor Dao's preaching, but there is nothing to be known!" A strong man stood up and respectfully bowed to Hongjun.

"Hmm?" Hongjun looked at the strong man.

"The human race is now prosperous and has spread all over the world, but the human race is still weak. Why, why not?" The strong man looked at Hongjun with a frown.

"Yes, Daozu, I have a lot of good seedlings. They also want to worship me as their teacher, but why doesn't Saint Nuwa allow it? Even if the good seedlings die of old age, we won't let us take it as disciples and pass on their way to immortality?" Another strong man said anxiously.

The powerful people nodded one after another, looking depressed.

Not only the strong men are depressed, but also the Three Pure Ones.

Taishang, Yuanshi looked like this, and Tongtian had already rolled his eyes at the powerful.

If you can't accept the human disciples, you are anxious? We are not anxious yet. We are saints and we can't accept the human disciples. You?

Hongjun's eyes were as embarrassing as a pool of water. He did not speak with everyone's thoughts, but said lightly: "The human race was created by Nuwa. Naturally, the saint of Nuwa can control everything. After all, the things of Nuwa are saints. Even if the saints of Nuwa don't need them, even if the saints of Nuwa are discarded, you can't reach out at will!"

"We!" The powerful men's faces froze.

Ten thousand years have passed, and many powerful people and monsters have been born. However, the world is no longer the Second Yuan Society at this moment. No matter how powerful monsters are, they dare not attack the human race at will.

The only ones who can attack the human race are the most ordinary beasts, then fierce beasts, and at most ferocious beasts.

If a demon has developed spiritual intelligence and then went to trouble the human race, then what is waiting for will be the punishment of heaven and earth. Saint Nuwa mobilized the power of the heavenly way to expel the demons. The three nine heavenly tribulations, four nine heavenly tribulations, and seven nine heavenly tribulations, the demons mixed in the crowd are constantly struck by the sky by thunder.

So much so that countless monsters have developed great skills, but they dare not enter the human realm.

The three realms are gradually divided between heaven and earth, the world of demons, immortals, and strong people is the heaven, the world of mortals is the human realm, and the underworld is the underworld.

Although the three realms are relying on them, there are no immortals in the heavenly realm who dare to ignorant the human realm.

In the heavenly realm, although Hongjun did not deliberately gather his power, he sat down with the disciples of the Three Pure Land, and preached for another ten thousand years, almost the leader of the heavenly realm. His status cannot be shaken.

Nowadays, the human race is becoming more and more prosperous. The demons, immortals and demons in the heavenly world want to be involved in the human world, but no one dares to set foot on it. Therefore, I want to ask Hongjun to help me speak.

But how could this group of people command Hongjun?

Suddenly, the powerful people who returned were depressed and had extremely powerful skills. However, when they saw mortals, they had to retreat, which was very uncomfortable.

"Okay, that's all for today's preaching. The teacher is going to rest!" Yuan Shi said lightly.

"Yes!" The powerful people stood up one after another and walked away.

When the strong men left, Sanqing looked at Hongjun.

"Teacher, Nuwa is too cautious about us?" Yuanshi looked at Hongjun with a wry smile.

"Teacher, in this third Yuanhui, the energy is indeed in the human race. I already feel that the energy is accumulated. I am afraid that the human race will be born with a quasi-saint!" The Supreme Sage also frowned.

Hongjun looked at the land of the Nine Levels of the World.

"The first quasi-saint of the human race must be Fuxi!" Hongjun's eyes seemed to be able to see a grand tribe below.

"Teacher, then we can't do anything and participate? If Nuwa had a few more saints helpers, it would affect us at that time!" Tongtian frowned.

"Wait, Nuwa will come to beg us!" Hongjun shook his head.

"Have you still have to wait?" Tongtian looked depressed.

"Teacher, have you calculated what you have again?" Taishang's expression moved.

Hongjun smiled slightly, shook his head, but did not explain.

After strides, Hongjun returns to Zixiao Palace. The three Qings looked at each other and frowned.

The Three Pure Ones can also calculate, but Nuwa seemed to be on guard everywhere, and actually used the Three Thousand Heavenly Ways to form a barrier in the human world, making the Three Pure Ones unable to capture the future.

Just as the three of them frowned, a figure suddenly shot from a distance.

"Master!"

But it was Zhao Gongming who had just returned from the Eastern King's tribe.

"Meet Master, meet the master, and meet the second master!" Zhao Gongming said respectfully.

"What are you doing in a panic?" Tongtian felt uncomfortable and his tone became heavier.

"Master, the Eastern King Tribe, that wood is openly inspired!" Zhao Gongming said.

"Mu Gong? What Mu Gong? If you open your spirit, you will open your spirit. What's there to panic?" Tongtian said in a deep voice.

"Uh, Master, yes, it was you who asked me to stare at me. As long as Mu Gongling comes to report it immediately!" Zhao Gongming said with a wry smile.

"I? Do I have it?" Tongtian was about to forget this.

"Yes, nine thousand years ago!" Zhao Gongming said.

"Nine thousand years ago?" Tongtian obviously forgot everything.

"The Eastern King Tribe? Is it the tribe that worships Donghuang Taiyi as the totem?" Taishang said curiously.

"Yes, yes!" Zhao Gongming said.

"Donghuang Taiyi? Haha, we were too careful before, I forgot this. Many totems have become spirits. In the past, there were Di Jun totems, Xihe totems, Kunpeng totems, and Ghost Car totems. We have seen those totems in person, but the totems are nothing. I didn't tell you, don't you need to watch them again?" Tongtian looked at Zhao Gongming.

"Okay, it seems that there is no!" Zhao Gongming said with a wry smile.

"Forget it, don't worry, the human race's totem belief becomes a spirit, but it cannot become a climate!" Tongtian said.

Maybe ten thousand years have passed, Tongtian has forgotten the power of Donghuang Taiyi back then. If he doesn't show up for ten thousand years, Tongtian must have died long ago, and only he was too sensitive at the beginning.

"Yes!" Zhao Gongming smiled bitterly.

"Go and see for a while. If nothing unusual is true, forget it!" Yuan Shi said lightly.

"Yes!" Zhao Gongming responded.

Tongtian forgot Di Jun, but Yuanshi would not forget Taiyi's power. Even though he had already concluded in his heart that Mu Gong was not threatening, he still let Zhao Gongming stare at him for a while.

Zhao Gongming retreated. Tongtian looked at Taishang and Yuanshi.

"Senior Brother, then Fuxi holds a performance conference. It's obvious that this is going to seize the fortune of heaven and earth. Do we care?" Tongtian frowned.

"How to manage? Fuxi's previous life was the husband of Nuwa. Back then, we were able to take the opportunity to become a saint, but wasn't Nuwa left it alone for Fuxi to resurrection? Otherwise, how can we slaughter sentient beings? In Nuwa's eyes, sentient beings are not as good as her husband Fuxi. Now, Fuxi has a chance to ascend to heaven, and you have to destroy it. I can guarantee that Nuwa will definitely fight for you. Even if she loses the position of saint together, she will do whatever she wants!" said the Supreme Lord.

Tongtian's face froze: "Women, they are all crazy!"

"The teacher asked me to wait, then wait a little longer. Judging from the teacher's attitude, I'm afraid that after this performance conference, we may have the opportunity to enter the human world!" Yuan Shi said solemnly.

"Oh?" Tongtian's eyes lit up.

He nodded and obviously saw it.
Chapter completed!