The God of Fire was suppressed by the little bird. I remember that there was a flame given by the God of Fire in the cave. If I took the opportunity to study it and see the mystery of the gods...?

Yang Sanyang's heart beat wildly in an instant, and this thought filled his mind in an instant. He had the eyes of law, and could peek at any law in the world. The origin of the Fire God would definitely not be able to hide from his own law. If he could peek at the secrets of the gods, he might not be able to embark on the path of becoming a god.

As his footsteps accelerated, Yang Sanyang took a quick step and came straight to the cave. Looking at the divine fire ignited slowly in the middle of the cave, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

I only thought about coveting the origin of the God of Fire and peeking at the mystery of becoming a god, but what if I can't become a god?

At that time, the one who waits for him is the revenge of the Fire God. The Fire God will never mind holding back the birds and venting it on himself.

The blasphemer dies!

Moreover, he only has the eyes of laws. Even if he can see the original laws of the God of Fire, what can he do? He cannot mobilize the laws at all, let alone become a god by himself?

Yang Sanyang stopped. He was still young and had plenty of time. If he had not been forced to the limit, he would never want to rashly anger the gods and put himself in an uncontrollable place.

"I can still wait!" Yang Sanyang lowered his head, and his trembling body gradually returned to calm. He slowly turned around and walked on the ground with a cloak, leaving traces of mud under his feet.

This is my final move. If one day I am about to die and there is no chance to live and transcend, then it will be my time to blasphemy!

He has never been a brave person, and he would never want to take risks unless he had to force him.

This is the case with drilling into fire, and now it is the same! How can you take risks without a desperate situation?

Moreover, the life in front of him is also very good. He lives a comfortable life. Although he does not have the Internet of Things or computers, he can recite the Tao Te Ching silently every day and study the evolution of the laws of heaven and earth. Although he has not practiced, his foundation is constantly increasing.

Moreover, the world has repeatedly reduced merits. As long as he does not do anything that is angry with the heavens and resentful to others in the future, there will naturally be this world to protect him.

"If there is no chance, then I will continue to create merits. One day, when I have enough merit, there will naturally be a chance for immortality. Then no one can stop me from reaching the top!" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed divine light.

"plate……"

Ye walked lightly from afar, jumping and happily came to Yang Sanyang, holding a ball of gorgeous flowers in his hand, and came to Yang Sanyang, staring at Yang Sanyang with anticipation, and a hint of uneasiness appeared in his clear black and white eyes.

Yang Sanyang did not notice Ye's expression, but instead placed his eyes on the flower, held the flower in his hand and placed it at the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

A faint fragrance came to your nose, and Ye's eyes were filled with smiles and joy.

Looking at the joyful face, Yang Sanyang smiled softly: "Where did you pick the flowers?"

Yes, I couldn't understand Yang Sanyang's words, just shouted softly, revealing a touch of charm.

For some reason, in recent days, Yang Sanyang has felt that the Yoshiki in front of him has become more and more elegant, and even has a charm that makes people feel excited.

"Impossible! How could I have an impulse to a monkey!" Yang Sanyang shivered, put this terrifying thought into his heart, and then touched his head.

Ye closed his eyes, his eyes were filled with enjoyment, and he actively rubbed Yang Sanyang's palm.

Seeing this scene, Yang Sanyang trembled in his heart, and he took out a turtle bead from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth: "This is the essence of the old turtle that has been tempered for thousands of years. It will be of great benefit to you if you eat it."

With crisp calls, Yang Sanyang lowered his head with a wry smile, walked slowly back to the stone room, and inserted the flower into a gourd in his house.

There is clear water in the gourd, which can ensure that the flower will not die, and the whole house reveals a faint fragrance.

The sunrise and sunset, with the approaching Cretaceous period, the climate between heaven and earth changes and becomes colder. In the morning, everyone can go out at noon, and the cold weather outside will dissipate. When it is nearly three o'clock in the afternoon, frost has begun to spread, and the primitive people have to return quickly in the face of the biting cold cold.

In one day, there are only less than five hours for everyone to hunt.

Although time is getting shorter, it is enough for everyone to hunt.

It's night

Yang Sanyang ate the grilled fish and swept through the primitive people in the cave who were busy creating their descendants.

Although he is only five years old, he has the mind of an adult. In recent days, he has devoured monsters and his whole body has been rising. He looks like he is half a child, just as he is fifteen or sixteen years old.

Without saying a word, Yang Sanyang turned around and walked into his own stone cave. The thick stone walls separated the debauchery of the outside world. He lay on the soft bed and wrapped his body in tiger skin. Yang Sanyang sighed: "It's not that I have developed the primitive people, but it comes from the instinct of living things."

A sound of footsteps sounded, and Ye slowly walked into Yang Sanyang's room, looked at Yang Sanyang with bright eyes, then took off his animal skin, and got into Yang Sanyang's tiger skin quilt, stretched out his hand and habitually hugged Yang Sanyang in his arms.

Yang Sanyang inhaped in the sky, looked at the vast sun's divine light covering the whole world, and curled his lips: "The vast sun's divine power is boundless, but he is unwilling to moisten me at all. He is really a stingy stingy guy."

With the sound of jingling, everyone cooked the breakfast with fire. Yang Sanyang tore the king crab in his hand. Seeing the cold air that had not dissipated, he couldn't help but frown slightly:

"It's almost there, the Cretaceous period is coming soon!"

The high priest was still lying on the ground and constantly exuding a desolate tone. Yang Sanyang looked at the dim bonfire in the wind and snow, and the high priest's body kept trembling, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Primitive people are ignorant, but this tenacity is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

He walked slowly out of the cave, and the cold whirlwind blew the cloak and kept swaying. The cold wind penetrated the gaps in his clothes and tried his best to penetrate into his body.

The old priest's body was already stiff and no longer trembling, but his whole body seemed to have turned into a sculpture, with a layer of frost on his face.

Yang Sanyang didn't say anything, but just sowed the flames even more vigorously, lowered his head and looked at the high priest, and placed a bowl of hot fish soup in front of him.

"If this continues, you will die!" Yang Sanyang couldn't help but sigh. Although he knew that the other party didn't understand, he still couldn't help but speak.

Without responding to Yang Sanyang's words, as the bonfire was vigorous, the high priest gradually recovered and his whole body was sweating like pulp.

He slowly drank the fish soup, the high priest looked at Yang Sanyang with turbid eyes, then tore the fish in his hand, and looked at the flames on the altar with a desperate expression.

Yang Sanyang wanted to help the high priest up, but the high priest grabbed his arm. He looked at Yang Sanyang with his eyes stubbornly, slowly shook his head, patted Yang Sanyang on the shoulder, tidied up his hair that was blown away by the cold wind for him, and then turned around and knelt on the ground again, emitting a desolate tone.

"Puff~" A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Yang Sanyang's pupils suddenly contracted, and he hurried forward to support him.

The old priest pushed Yang Sanyang away, and knelt down alone in the cold wind, calling like a cuckoo crying.

"This is not his fault, but unfortunately he took the responsibility for himself!" Yang Sanyang said nothing, but just brought a bunch of firewood and adjusted the flames even more.

"Oh! Gods..." Yang Sanyang raised his head and looked at the flames on the altar, and turned around and left after a long time of silence.

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