Hua Niu Tou called a woman from a nearby tribe and asked her: "What is this mountain called?"

This is a red bull leg tribe. Because it has been blocked from the advance of Hua NiuTou, women and children have joined their fleeing army.

At this moment, the woman with red bull legs pointed at the mountain and said a lot: "That is the sacred mountain! It was not originally. Later, one night, the mountain was shaking, and then the sacred mountain grew.

The clan sent soldiers to explore the mountain, but the soldiers walked to the front of the mountain."

As he said that, he knelt down and respectfully bowed to the holy mountain.

After hearing this, Hua Niu Tou hesitated and knelt down: "O the great spirit of the sacred mountain, I Hua Niu Tou pray to you and beg for your protection. I beg you to find a new home for us and bring us enough food. We are willing to abandon our ancestors and worship you for generations!"

When the soldiers around Huaniuto heard this, they rush to kneel down and pray to the sacred mountain.

Although the people of Wuyuan worship their ancestors, they are also pragmatists and worship all powerful beings.

Especially in this desperate situation, when the ancestors can no longer protect them, they don’t mind changing the object of worship!

And with Hua Niu's prayer, a golden light shot over and pointed straight in the direction to continue down the mountain.

Hua Niutou was in a daze, then he was overjoyed and shouted: "The Spirit of the Divine Mountain heard our request, and he pointed us in the direction. Follow the golden light!"

The fleeing team made earth-shaking cheers. Originally, they left their homes, had insufficient food and could not see the sluggish morale caused by the way forward, and they were instantly excited as if they were injected with chicken blood.

The escape team composed of tens of thousands of witches went in the direction pointed out by the golden light.

Qingyun stood on Qingwu Mountain, looking at this scene, muttering to himself: "I originally thought I needed to rely on enough military power to stop these Wu Yuan refugees.

But I didn’t expect that they were so easily guided!”

As he said this, Yu Qingyun looked back and saw that the former well connecting the modern world had long been turned into a wide canal.

After the Qingwu Mountain blessed land was opened, the water well became a stream about meter wide between the virtual and the real.

Now, after integrating into Yanzhi Mountain, the canal has expanded to about three meters.

A steady stream of supplies is floating along the water.

That is tons of various food and food supplies!

With these, it is enough to appease the fleeing witches.

The Qingyun will guide them to the vicinity of Yanzhi Mountain.

It is already the edge of the snow-capped mountains, close to the grassland.

King Wu Hu, who originally ruled the grassland, and most of his troops, had already died in Middle-earth.

The grassland now is a vacuum!

Perhaps those witches can live on the grassland.

Although the grassland outside the border is barren, no matter what, it is much better than on the snow-capped mountains.

If nothing unexpected happens, they will intermarry with the local scalpers, gradually adapt to life on the grassland, and learn primitive planting techniques.

Then within a few decades, an emerging race of semi-cultivation and semi-pardon was formed.

At that time, they will provide you with great humanitarian luck!

The more than 20,000 escape troops led by Hua Niu Tou were just one of the witches escaped from the three thousand snow-capped mountains.

"Although those blood demons are a huge disaster, they are also a huge opportunity to change the traditional lifestyle of the witch people..."

In the view of Qingyun, the fragile ecological environment on the snow-capped mountains is not suitable for the development of civilization.

Still living on the snow-capped mountains, giving Wu Yuan people another ten thousand years, it will be difficult for them to develop civilization.

Originally, Wu Yuan people still had a glimmer of opportunities, that is Tianyuan.

With the rich and huge Tianyuan, if it can be integrated and relied on its size, it can rule the snow mountain Wuyuan on the periphery, and it is possible to establish a snow mountain kingdom.

However, the occurrence of the magic disaster cut off this line of possibility...

Tianyuan was infected by the demonic disaster and was contaminated by the flesh and blood of the ancient witch god. It took countless years to recover.

The bigger possibility is that it cannot be restored!

Because the rich environment on the heavenly land did not occur naturally, but was transformed by Wu Yuanren's ancestor witch with powerful power. This is definitely much more fragile than Middle Earth!

Moreover, the Middle Earth has six immortal gates and various immortal gods. They will find ways to eliminate pollution and reorganize the earth's veins.

But there is no such power on the heavenly land!

Just under the eyes of Qingyun, the fleeing army led by Hua Niu Tou finally arrived at the foot of Yanzhi Mountain.

Then they saw a mountain of food. Huang Lu was leading his soldiers to cook rice and wheat rice in a large pot, and there were many unrecognizable but fragrant foods.

"Welcome to you all. I am the messenger of the Spirit of the Divine Mountain. I'm waiting for you here. These foods are prepared for you. Please use them, don't be polite!" Huang Lu said with a smile.

His words were spoken in the language of the witch, and there were hundreds of loud warriors next to him to help him spread the words.

The people of Wuyuan who fled to the escape cheered and rushed towards the food.

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Modern world.

Luo Yue opened a book with his slightly trembling hands and asked knowingly: "Has Master Wei finally created the martial arts?"

"Yes, Master has created a total of three methods of martial arts practice." Yu Xiaohui smiled.

"Three kinds?" Luo Yue was shocked.

Didn’t it mean that Qingyun encountered difficulties in creating martial arts, so it delayed for so long? Now he created three types at once?

Yu Xiaohui's eyes were a little strange: "Yes, three types! One is elite, one is popular, and the other is quick-form!"

Luo Yue was not a fool. At this moment, he vaguely realized something and asked, "What's the difference?"

"Popular martial arts, well, how to say it, it is like the ancient courts allowed the people to wear swords, even bows and arrows, but they did not allow the people or even the great nobles to have armor and crossbows.

Anyone can practice martial arts popularly, but the power will be limited to a certain level..."

As he said that, his face became even more strange.

Luo Yue realized the key and asked, "What level?"

Yu Xiaohui: "The blood and energy are great perfect!"

Luo Yue took a breath and asked, "So what level can elite martial arts be cultivated? Can you remove tanks with bare hands?"

Yu Xiaohui nodded: "This can be there! It is not impossible to include physically blocking bullets."

"Hiss!" Luo Yue took a deep breath. Wouldn't that be a group of monsters?

No wonder it has to be divided into elites and popular.
Chapter completed!