If you could go back to the legendary primeval flood, back to the legendary Xiaoice River Century, back to the legendary Cambrian era, what would you do?

As it turns out, nothing can be done!

Yang Sanyang raised his head at this time and looked at the bright full moon above his head, and the heaven and earth seemed to be covered with a layer of silver veil.

He has been in this world for five years, and God knows how he came to this world, where he has suffered five years of sin, five years of suffering, and yet nothing has been accomplished.

At this time, Yang Sanyang was sitting under the altar of the God of Fire, looking at the flame above with a pair of eyes in a daze.

There is a god in this world, and the flame enshrined on the altar in front of Yang Sanyang is the god of the tribe.

He had been living in this tribe for five years, and every day, in addition to eating and sleeping, he sat under the altar and stared at the flame, hoping to peek at a little of the power of the gods, or gain a little way to practice and admonish.

It's a pity that in addition to exchanging items at the time of sacrifice, this flame is like a dead thing, completely ignoring Yang Sanyang.

"Look down on me, I've already made offerings to you a thousand times, can you give me a squeak?

He used all kinds of methods, such as sacrifices, singing, dancing, storytelling, and even nirvana and food ...... in later novels.

And then the eggs.

(Vulcan: Squeak~~~)

"How can I communicate with the gods? Don't force me to lift the table, honest people also have tempers!" Yang Sanyang muttered and squatted on the ground, watching a female primitive person step forward and hand over the fruit in his hand, and then the fruit instantly turned into refined meat.

When the female primitive left, Yang Sanyang's eyes blinked, and a pair of eyes stared at the flames: "Material transformation, the technology of the twenty-first century is not as evil as yours!"

"Don't be so cold, you can teach me, okay......"

"The novel mistook me! All kinds of coquettish and cute are useless! My old face is embarrassing and thrown into the other world!" Yang Sanyang looked at Gao Tai, and in the past five years, he has exhausted all methods.

"It's really a toast and no food, and you force me to take the road I don't want to take!" Yang Sanyang turned to leave, and his smile gradually became gloomy: "There is not much time left for me! This is really not much! This is the last year! And ...... I'm running out of patience!"

This scene has been repeated for five years, and it has been repeated since the moment Yang Sanyang walked out of the cave and saw the god of fire.

In five years, his patience is really running out!

The sun was sinking in the west, his face was tired, and Yang Sanyang, who was exhausted, ate a little fruit, and came out of the cave to smell the slightly cold air.

Yang Sanyang stood alone at the entrance of the cave, facing the cool breeze blowing in his face, feeling the smell of the cave behind him, and couldn't help wrinkling his nose.

The night of primitive man has no other pleasure than the creation of man.

Of course, he doesn't have such a heavy taste, he goes to mess with a group of apes, not to mention his young body, he doesn't have the strength to mess around.

"The moon seems to be a little different tonight!" Yang Sanyang was idle and bored, raised his head to look at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes showed a trace of doubt, I don't know if it was an illusion, he suddenly felt that the moon at this time was a little bigger than before.

"Impossible, right? It must be my delusion" Yang Sanyang muttered, sniffing the tip of his nose, and couldn't help but subconsciously leave the cave and walk dozens of steps into the distance.

Looking at the endless depth, the beasts running on the earth, Yang Sanyang didn't dare to go too far from the entrance of the cave, so as not to become a snack for the beasts.

It's just that tonight's beasts don't seem to be the same as ever, there is no bloody killing, there is just endless restlessness, constantly roaring and roaring under the moonlight.

Roaring at the moon in the sky.

The roars resounded throughout the night sky, making people's scalps tingle.

"Huh?" Yang Sanyang withdrew his gaze from the hazy earth, subconsciously raised his head, and his eyes widened in shock, only to see that the bright moon in the sky had really become bigger.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the bright moon, which was originally only the size of a pot lid, became like a grinding disc at this time, and it continued to increase at a speed that could be checked by the naked eye, until it turned into the size of a basketball court, and then it came to an abrupt end.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Yang Sanyang seemed to see a crystal clear laurel tree rooted in the bright moon on the horizon.

The earth was as bright as day, and it seemed to light a large light bulb of 200 watts.

rain

I don't know when it rained hazy drizzle between heaven and earth, there were no clouds, the rain came from nowhere, and the bright silk threads between heaven and earth were hooked into a bright slurry, which continued to flow between heaven and earth.

The beast rejoiced, crouched on the ground and bowed, then swallowed the flowing slurry into its mouth.

The prostration, with a rhythm that seems to be the origin, resonates with the bright moon in the sky, and seems to form a subtle connection. The full moon in the darkness seemed to communicate with the herd, and the consciousness was connected together.

Rain?

At this time, Yang Sanyang was shocked and changed color, where is this rain, this is clearly the legendary emperor flow pulp, specially for the beast to open the spiritual wisdom, open the trick to become a demon beast.

No wonder the beasts are not killing tonight, it turns out that they are all waiting for the emperor to come.

"Chance! Chance! Chance in the novel!" Yang Sanyang's heart was beating wildly, and his eyes were red.

Subconsciously opened its mouth, and then the Emperor's Slurry slashed through its mouth, dissipating into the air, or absorbed by the grass and trees.

"What the do I...... Why can any beasts absorb it, but I can't!" The opportunity is current, but he can't absorb it, Yang Sanyang has an urge to scold his mother.

Desperately opening his mouth wide, Yang Sanyang jumped up and down, but unfortunately let the emperor's slurry pass by his side and flow out of his mouth and nose, but he couldn't absorb it.

Stretched out his hand and swiped across the light band of the void, his palm was wet with rain, and Yuehua received the touch of his palm, which seemed to disturb some kind of rhythm, and broke away from the rain and returned to the bright moon.

The beasts in the distance were devouring the Emperor Flowing Pulp, but Yang Sanyang could only watch as the moonlight slipped away from his hands, unable to do anything.

Looking at the large beasts devouring the emperor's slurry in the distance, Yang Sanyang's eyes were red with jealousy.

The emperor slurry came and went quickly, and before the tea time, the emperor slurry had disappeared, and the bright moon on the horizon was gradually returning to normal.

The breeze was gentle, and everything was like a dream, if it weren't for the beasts in front of me roaring in the sky, and the billowing black gas emitted around them.

Looking at the beast that was rolling in black gas and roaring constantly, Yang Sanyang was a fool, and at this time he also knew that this beast had become the climate.

The beast, which was originally unintelligent, was tempered by the emperor's slurry at this time, and its eyes revealed an astonishing spirituality. The black hair flashed at this time, as if it was a flowing lamp.

The bones transformed, and the sharp claws were like knives, falling to the ground and turning into tofu.

With a roar, the pores around his body emitted billowing black gas, and the power of the blood veins was stimulated, and the supernatural power was self-generated.

The beast that had just devoured the Emperor's Slurry transformed into a demon beast, and at this time, the Emperor's Slurry was over, and it began to poison the prey around him.

The blood rushed to the sky, wetting the dirt under his feet.

The demonic spirit is rolling, and there is already a demonic wind echoing it.

"It's not good! these beasts may be able to resist with the danger of the cave entrance on weekdays, if they become demon beasts, won't everyone have to become the rations of demon beasts?

Moreover, this is not just a demon beast, but a group of demon beasts with an unknown number?

The Terrans are in danger!

He had already sensed the crisis, and was about to turn around and walk back, but suddenly he heard a sound of breaking the air, and a white string shot out of the soil under the moonlight, like a small firecracker, thinking about Yang Sanyang's neck bite.

Monsters!

It is a monster beast that has become a climate, with a body like crystal, like the most perfect carved ornament, extremely beautiful.

"My life is over!" Yang Sanyang's brain was blank, the little snake was too fast, he didn't have time to stop it.

A demon beast is a demon beast, even if it has just become a climate, it is already extraordinary.

It all happened so fast that he didn't even have time to close his eyes.

"Bang"

The fire flickered, and the rest of the catastrophe remained.

Yang Sanyang didn't die, it was the demon beast that died. He could even see the little snake's cold, merciless eyes, revealing a bloodthirsty look, and then it turned to ashes in the firelight.

Not only the little snake, but not far away, the flames rose, and I saw that where the flames shone brightly, the demonic qi seemed to be natural gas that met the fire, and they burst into ashes.

The firelight was brilliant, spreading for hundreds of miles, and the sky and earth were bright, and they were ignited by the firelight, becoming a beautiful firework.

In an instant, the radius of a hundred miles was quiet, and the demon beasts that had the opportunity and had not yet had time to awaken had already turned into ashes all over the ground.

"Whoosh~"

Yang Sanyang was like an arrow off the string, running towards the source of glory, but after running a hundred meters, his footsteps had stopped abruptly, and he could no longer take half a step.

It was the altar of the tribe, and a flame was enshrined, and at this time, the flame of light that spread for hundreds of miles was emitted by the flame.

God!

That's the god worshiped in the tribe, the god of fire worshiped by the tribe!

This was the first time he had seen the Vulcan appear in the five years since he was reborn.

"Bang!"

Pushing the golden mountain down like a jade pillar, Yang Sanyang knelt down under the altar of the fire god without hesitation, and didn't care whether the other party could understand it or not, but just said loudly: "Supreme God, please accept me as a disciple and teach me the magic method of immortality, I am willing to follow in your footsteps and become your follower." ”

The light and flames in the sky came and went quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the night once again covered the earth, and only the flame burned quietly on the altar.

Yang Sanyang's heart beat faster, he kept kowtowing, his words were full of piety, and his brain was blank at this time.

That night, Yang Sanyang knelt in front of the altar alone and knelt all night, but did not receive a response from the God of Fire.

That night, countless primitive people were in the cave, not knowing that they had escaped a catastrophe.

That night, frost fell, and Yang Sanyang fainted in front of the altar. Then the morning sun rose, and the primitive people who woke up early to hunt found their tracks, and returned to the cave with their frozen bodies on their backs.

When he woke up, he was already in the stone cave, quietly looking at the flames in the stone cave, he was silent for a long time, and then tightened the skin on his body, and sighed suddenly: "You are forcing me! I didn't want to do this! You are forcing me!"