The true water of the Tianhe River flooded most of the wilderness, and of course Xu Junming could not stop it.
But he has done his best and has a clear conscience.
I don’t know if it’s because he has accumulated too much merit.
A huge figure floated in with the current.
He has a human body and a snake tail, red hair and a long beard, wearing a gorgeous purple robe, and holding a broken Qixuan Qin in his arms.
"This is... Fuxi?"
Great joy welled up in my heart.
This is a powerful existence among the demon clan that can be compared with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
But after I was happy, a basin of cold water was poured on me.
Who is Fuxi?
The elder brother of the saint Nuwa.
During the Conferred God War, because of some teasing by King Zhou, the great merchants were wiped out.
If he desecrated his brother's body and knocked down the red hydrangea, his arms and legs would never be able to bear it.
"Forget it, nothing is as important as life."
He sensibly sent Fuxi's physical body and his natal Qixuanqin away.
But it wasn't all without success.
He left half of the twelve drops of essence and blood in Fuxi's body.
A gourd on his waist, which was obviously used to carry things, was also left behind.
After putting the harvest away, I looked towards Mount Buzhou.
The hole that was knocked out by Gonggong has been blocked by the Tai Chi Diagram, the Jiangshan Sheji Diagram and other saint's magic weapons.
The tilt of heaven and earth also temporarily stopped.
Suddenly, a powerful breath came from the north.
"Old thief Hongjun, Nuwa, you won't be able to live well even if I die."
The powerful aura rose rapidly.
Xu Junming has also been practicing Buddhism for thousands of years and has experienced a lot. He understands it at once.
"This is about to self-destruct!"
But soon, a more powerful aura suppressed the swelling aura.
The strength of this aura far exceeded Xu Junming's imagination.
The explosive breath was quickly suppressed.
"ah…!"
Along with the screams that shook the wilderness, everything returned to calm.
Three days later, the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest suddenly shook. The tilted sky and earth became flat again.
Obviously, the limbs of the North Sea Black Turtle have been forged into the new Optimus Prime.
"It is rumored that the body of the North Sea Black Turtle was thrown in the north by Nuwa. You can go and see it if you have the opportunity in the future."
The limbs can hold up the sky and the earth, which shows how strong this North Sea turtle is.
Moreover, the aura just now spread throughout the ancient world, and his cultivation level is definitely the top Hunyuan power in the ancient world.
It's a pity that Hongjun was in tune with the way of heaven and easily killed it with the help of the power of the entire prehistoric world.
Just when Xu Junming was thinking about it.
A gigantic green giant cauldron suddenly appeared above Mount Buzhou.
"Qiankun Ding."
In the Qiankun Cave of Wuji Mountain, the dojo of the ancient and powerful Taoist Qiankun, the true images of the Tai Chi Diagram and the Qiankun Ding, as well as all the restrictions, were left behind.
Xu Junming has studied it for many years and couldn’t be more familiar with it.
The next moment, a beautiful woman wearing a white robe, with her hair tied high, and a noble aura, transformed.
The Dharmakaya of Nuwa manifested sixty million feet long, with the body of a snake and the tail of a snake.
A golden lotus lamp above the head sheds endless fire.
As he raised his hand, a hundred-foot-large multicolored sacred stone was thrown into the Qiankun Cauldron.
"In the beginning, spiritual creatures were created."
Although it is not as good as the 'Primordial Innate Creation Fundamental Qi' he obtained from the Chaos Divine Stone in the Earth Immortal Realm, it is better than it is in terms of its huge size.
"What a rare treasure."
It takes three years to refine the Qiankun Cauldron.
In the past three years, Xu Junming had all the Daluo middle-grade spiritual treasures that had been trained to their peak.
The Hunyuan Divine Gate, the Twelve Divine Demon Banners, the Creation Spirit Pond, the Heavenly Divine Furnace, the Pantuo Divine Spear, and the Heavenly Secret Divine Ball all survived the catastrophe and were upgraded to top-grade Daluo Lingbao.
Even so, the rolling water also filled up the Hunyuan Divine Gate and the Twelve Gods and Demon Banners, which had a much larger internal space after the Tribulation.
However, three years was far from enough for the flood that spread over most of the wilderness to recede.
Although there are monks like Xu Junming who work hard to eliminate floods, they do not have powerful spatial spiritual treasures.
The only solution is to dredge the river and let the water flow into the sea.
Three years later, half of the wilderness is still submerged in water.
But the greater threat to the prehistoric creatures was not the flood, but the subsequent epidemic.
After the flood there will be a great epidemic.
What's more, the Lich War and the death of trillions of Liches only exacerbated the epidemic.
Xu Junming sat cross-legged on a stone futon.
A large yellow-brown flag floated in front of him.
On the side of the flag is a demon god with a human face and an animal body, dog-like ears, yellow snakes hanging from the ears, and six arms.
"Time is tight, so we can only do this for the time being. When we have enough time in the future, we can replenish his magical weapons."
He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the long flag fell into his palm.
Shaking it casually, a desolate roar sounded in his ears.
Then the demon god on the long flag opened its ferocious mouth, and with a sudden breath, infinite dim yellow air flow flew in from all directions.
Every time it is absorbed, the aura on the devil's body becomes stronger.
Suddenly he frowned.
He waved his hand and put away the Shebi Corpse God Flag.
The sound of footsteps came from far to near.
A deep voice came in.
"Is the teacher in there?"
With a wave of his hand, the restriction was lifted, the two stone doors opened, Xu Junming stood up and came to the door.
Nan Shanrong quickly bowed and saluted.
"teacher."
"Let's go."
Nan Shanrong did not dare to neglect and quickly followed.
The two of them walked in tandem and soon came to a vast valley.
In the center of the valley is a high platform, surrounded by tens of thousands of ancient humans wearing simple clothes and bare chests and shirts.
They are the Nanshan clan, a human tribe that Xu Junming rescued from the flood.
The population of several hundred thousand can only be considered a small part of the human race.
But hundreds of years ago, the demon tribe slaughtered the human race crazily, and most of the human race with a population of tens of millions suffered heavy casualties.
On the contrary, these small tribes of humans hiding in the wilderness survived.
Step forward to the high platform.
Xu Junming sat cross-legged.
Everyone looked at him in awe, bowed and saluted.
"See teacher."
"Sit down."
After everyone sat down, Xu Junming began to preach.
At this time, although the human religion had been established, the human race, especially small tribes like the Nanshan clan, practiced very rudimentary techniques.
Not to mention the Da Luo techniques in the Earth Immortal Realm, even the superficial techniques in Chixian Shenzhou are more sophisticated than the techniques they cultivated.
Therefore, while Xu Junming eliminated floods and accumulated merit, he also taught them some exquisite cultivation methods.
After all, they are all humans, so it is normal to find help.
Moreover, his years of recruiting disciples and preaching have allowed him to develop the habit of being a teacher.
The sermon lasted half a day, followed by time for questions.
After answering everyone's questions one by one, it was already three days later.
"Okay, today's sermon ends here. Nanshan Ye, Nanshan Hua, Nanshan Julin, and your medical team all stay, and the rest can go on their own."
Everyone did as they were told.
In the end, only more than a hundred people were left in the field.
Except for the clan leader Nanshan Rong, the rest are all members of the medical team.
This medical team is Xu Junming, a person with the talent of alchemy selected from hundreds of thousands of Nanshan clan.
"Take out the 'Epidemic Elimination Pill' you refined."
Everyone quickly took out a light blue, spicy elixir from the magic bag.
This is the ‘anti-epidemic pill’ that Xu Junming came to understand.
It can get rid of the plague and the effect is excellent.
Just looked at it briefly.
More than half of the people have passed the test.
This is understandable, after all, these are anti-epidemic pills for ordinary people, and it is not difficult to refine them.
The herbs provided by Xu Junming grew very quickly in the rich spiritual energy environment of ancient times.
"Very good. If anyone in the tribe gets plague in the future, use this elixir to treat them."
"yes."
As Xu Junming waved his hand, four jade plaques flew into the hands of Nanshan Rong, Nanshan Ye, Nanshan Hua, and Nanshan Julin.
"If you have anything you don't understand or encounter difficulties in the future, you can contact me through this jade talisman."
As the most outstanding people in the Nanshan clan, the four people understood it instantly.
"Teacher, do you want to leave?"
Xu Junming nodded.
He had no intention of recruiting disciples, nor did he intend to promote equality among all people in the Nanshan clan and the pursuit of knowledge through investigation of things.
We don’t even intend to interfere with the development of this world.
It's still too early.
"Although the floods have not completely receded, they have been slowly declining. Although the epidemic is violent, there are anti-epidemic pills that can cure the disease."
"After the Lich War, the two races suffered heavy losses, and the wilderness will usher in a long period of peace."
"So, the Nanshan family only needs to develop step by step and continue to grow."
"Whether I am here or not is no longer important to the Nanshan clan."
"Teacher's words are wrong. If it weren't for Teacher's help three years ago, our Nanshan clan would have been wiped out. Now that the great kindness has not been repaid, how can we let Teacher leave like this?!" Nanshan Ye said.
"Yes, teacher. Let us worship you and become enlightened."
The remaining three people spoke one after another.
He smiled lightly and shook his head slowly.
"I don't need your offerings. If you remember my kindness, practice well in the future, and take care of hundreds of thousands of Nanshan people, that will be the greatest reward for me."
Before he could finish his words, his figure had already disappeared.