The Yellow River, Lancang River, and Yangtze River, these three rivers, one is golden, one is emerald, and one is green... They are like golden dragons, green dragons, and blue dragons respectively. They are constantly changing their river courses among the mountains, and finally rush out to the sea. This change
The process, in the eyes of a few people, is like a giant dragon, swimming lifelike, majestic and mighty.
The source of the three giant dragons is the source of the Sanjiang River.
Looking down from a high altitude, Sanjiangyuan is like a bright pearl, which begins to magnify in front of everyone.
A huge meadow area appeared under everyone's feet.
In the meadow, lakes are dotted like a sea of stars.
The meadow is rich in water and grass, and has a large population of wild animals and plants. Groups of fat sheep and bison are walking leisurely on the meadow...
At a glance, the Sanjiangyuan of unknown time and space is truly a "pure land" of ecology and life.
Eight people stood floating on the white clouds, and the terrain below quickly zoomed in. When the meadow area and the source of the Three Rivers completely appeared in front of everyone, under the scorching sun, the rising mist over the meadow with steaming clouds turned into a
A slender figure with a vague face, vaguely present, floating in the air, rising and falling slowly with the wind.
The eight people looked at each other and saw the horrified expressions in each other's eyes.
No matter how rich everyone's imagination is, they never imagined that humanoid mist could exist among the fragments of the desolate world.
I don’t know what this means, and who this mist figure could be.
Everyone waited quietly. In less than two breaths, the figure transformed by the mist became much more solid, and the face was a little blurry, but the general outline appeared.
This man was wearing a long gown and had long hair. However, standing with his hands behind his back, he should be a handsome and handsome man.
On the face that is not very clear, the left eye position is empty, indicating that the left eye should be blind.
When the figure takes shape and floats in front of everyone.
Everyone, including Fang Yun, suddenly felt a sense of worship in their hearts, as if what was floating in front of them was the real god in the sky.
If not every monk was a proud and arrogant person, he might have knelt in the air and kowtowed.
This faint figure has such power. If its real body were still alive, I don't know how powerful it would be.
A strong doubt arose in Fang Yun's heart. The bronze gate said that this was Sanjiang Bo's cave. So, could this figure be the ancient Sanjiang Bo?
And, who could the ancient Sanjiang Bo be?
Among all the monks, Zhong Keyi behaved the most naturally at this time. He bowed slightly in the air and said loudly: "Zhong Keyi, the descendant of Kunlun, meets his predecessor."
The figure stood in the air, muttering to himself, without any emotion: "Kunlun? Kunlun?"
Mo Leng also bowed at this time and said: "Penglai Yaochi, Mo Leng meets you, senior."
When the right eye of the figure, whose figure was not very clear, saw Mo Leng, it seemed as if his eyes lit up, and a very gentle thought passed from the figure to everyone: "Little lady, you are so beautiful; little lady, you are so beautiful..."
The figure did not speak. This idea appeared directly in everyone's heart, and everyone felt it very clearly.
There is no need to understand his language, everyone will understand it naturally.
But almost instantly, several people understood that when the figure in front of them was alive, even if he was not a pervert, he was probably a good-tempered person.
The figure muttered a few words, and finally seemed to be gradually waking up. A relatively clear idea sounded in everyone's heart: "What time is it now? How can you appear in my Yuanshen space? Hasn't the Sanjiangyuan been closed?
?Or is there another drastic weather change outside?"
The eight people looked at each other, feeling a little confused as to where to start.
Dongfang Yichen arched his hands and said loudly: "Senior, it is now 2022 AD. If the world does not change drastically, the Spring Festival will be in a few days..."
The figure seemed stunned: "What is AD? What is the Spring Festival? What does 2022 represent?"
All eight people were stunned.
However, Fang Yun immediately realized that in his previous life, Fang Yun had traveled through secret realms and knew a basic rule. That is, the so-called secret realms are actually the relics of various prehistoric civilizations. Various prehistoric civilizations have preserved some special time and space in special ways.
And attached to the special space on the earth.
The figure in front of me doesn't know the AD or the Spring Festival, but it's normal.
However, Fang Yun felt strongly shocked when he thought that this figure was actually a prehistoric figure who could transcend time and space and appear in front of everyone.
Even in the past life, there seems to be no rumor of seeing a living person in any of the secret realms.
The secret realm of Sanjiangyuan is worthy of being a god, and it is so powerful.
The others looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to say. Fang Yun considered it for a moment and said slowly: "The current era is about five thousand years from the time of the Human Emperor and the Yellow Emperor..."
Dao Rulong shrugged and said angrily: "Fang Yun, don't you think that the soul of this senior is a person who came from ancient times? This is too outrageous..."
As he finished speaking, the figure's body seemed to tremble slightly, and a strong will came over him: "My name is Feng Yi. I was ordered by Emperor Yu to station in Sanjiang and be granted the title of Sanjiang Bo. Or you can call me River God. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye,
So much time has passed, and I have been sleeping for so many years. Now that you can enter here, I am afraid that the world will not be peaceful again!"
Ordered by Emperor Yu!
Stationed in Sanjiang, granted the title of Sanjiang Bo! River God Feng Yi!
Suddenly, everyone including Fang Yun, who had been prepared in his heart, was shocked and didn't know what to say!
This is a true god from ancient times.
Moreover, it seems that he had already anticipated the huge changes that would happen now.
In other words, is the occurrence of the Great Xia Era really destined?
Some thoughts quickly flashed through Fang Yun's mind, and he bowed and asked: "Senior seems to know that the climate of China is about to change dramatically, so what better suggestions does senior have for this?"
The river god Yuanshen sent an obscure message: "The four poles are ruined, the nine states are split, the sky will not be reunited, and the earth will not be contained; the fire will temper the flames and will not be extinguished, and the water will never stop the vast ocean... This is the Great Xia Chronicle
, I've been here a long time ago, but... I didn't expect that time would fly by so fast, and I didn't expect that this little bit of my spiritual power would be able to travel so far, but it was our true destiny, but...
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After a moment's pause, the River God's will seemed to sigh leisurely: "Unfortunately, I am of the nature of water, which is characterized by long vitality, but my combat power is not too high, but you can't put too much hope in me.
Descendants of Yan and Huang, if you want to survive this difficult time, I am afraid there will be more, but you will have to rely on your own efforts."
The eight monks looked at each other and saw the faint disappointment in each other's eyes.
Being able to see a powerful senior figure who came from ancient times filled everyone's hearts with hope.
But who would have known that this was a river god with long vitality, gentleness, and not too strong fighting power. Now, it was a bit embarrassing.
The River God sensed everyone's thoughts and could not help but slowly shake his head in the air, and his will came over again: "Okay, it is a miracle that I can appear in front of you. Don't expect too much. I don't know how many people of your generation have come out.
You are a great witch, and how many of you have cultivated the power of the soul. I wonder if you can seal the sky of Daxia, survive the floods of Daxia and the subsequent tribulations, and pass on the blood of Yanhuang...
"
The powerful soul? The great witch!
These are cultivation levels that Fang Yun has never heard of before. He really didn't know that there were many such masters in China.
The little sword kings looked at each other and looked at each other in confusion.
After half a ring, Zhong Ke bowed and lowered his voice and said: "The inheritance of the great witch has long been extinct, and the spiritual energy is thin. Currently, the strongest monks are several Nascent Soul Taoist priests. We open the fragments of the ancient desolate world.
I just hope to get some inheritance and open the spiritual energy seal of the earth."
The river god seemed to be stunned. After a while, Will showed a look of disbelief: "There are only a few Yuanyings? With this strength, do you want to survive the Great Xia Dynasty? In this reincarnation, how can your strength be so weak?
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This is not something that can be explained clearly in one or two sittings.
In the past few years of the Christian era, the direction of human development has mainly been towards overall technological progress, rather than focusing on individual evolution and individual cultivation. There really has been no such thing as a particularly powerful monk.
Zhong Keyi let out a long sigh leisurely: "Senior, I don't know something. My master seems to have said that in the past, the great power filled the gap in the sky and sealed the nine states. No one in the later generations could undo it. As a result, the spiritual energy of the nine states was thin and the method of cultivation gradually declined..."