Huangli Ji

There are many legends about the disappearance of the ancient gods, and the most recognized one is the theory of environmental change, the continent of the Third Age is called the Continent of Light, which means the eternal land where light shines, the ancient gods believe in light, and regard the sun as their totem god, the appearance of the desolate demon broke this balance, the desolate demon came to the continent with darkness, and when the light and darkness meet, the two sides are destined to be incompatible.

The

origin of the desolate demons is quite mysterious, legend has it that they come from outside the territory, believe in darkness, and want to turn this world into a dark place, in the final battle between the ancient gods and the desolate demons, a huge sword shadow slashed down from the void, a huge energy stirred the heavens and the earth, the wind and clouds changed color, and the target of this slash was the sun in the sky.

The length of the sword shadow seems to be longer than the circumference of the Bright Continent, if this knife slashes towards the continent, there is no doubt that it can cut off this continent, the ancient gods watched in amazement as the sword shadow slowly slashed towards the sun, and the shocked looks on everyone's faces slowly turned into anger, once the sun is destroyed, this land will be swallowed by darkness, and the ancient gods will have no place to live.

The sun also seemed to feel threatened at this moment, and it became red, and a huge golden crow phantom was covered in fiery red sunlight like magma to meet the sword shadow, and the whole world was reflected in gold.

The temperature in the polar regions became higher and higher, the lake dried up in an instant, and a large area of land was scorched and sandified by the high temperature, even the ancient god clan could not withstand this powerful scorching heat, and the black clouds above the head of the desolate demon clan could not block the holy light, and the two sides began to flee. The shadow of the sword shrouded in black qi was blocked by the holy light, and its speed was much slower, and it was also dyed red under the light of the light.

At this moment, a silver eye opened at the knife grid, and a strange scene appeared, this holy eye seemed incompatible with the evil blade, it was hard to imagine that light and darkness could be combined.

With the opening of the silver eye, it began to frantically absorb the sun's energy, and as the sun's energy was absorbed, the huge blade was once again wrapped in darkness, and the phantom of the golden crow was obviously dimmed a little.

Neither the ancient gods nor the desolate demons could figure out what the relationship behind this strange scene in the sky was, and the war had evolved into a higher-level confrontation.

Everyone held their breath and saw a scene that they would never forget, the sword shadow and the golden crow phantom touched lightly in the air, looking so gentle, but the next moment, countless energy storms mixed with sparks raged down, and a word "escape!" appeared in everyone's minds at the same time

The

earth emitted a piercing concussion sound, and the earth shook suddenly, and the atmosphere of panic and anxiety spread among the crowd, and huge cracks spread along the ground in all directions, and the air was torn into a whirlwind, and the earth was completely dismembered, and those who had not had time to escape were overturned to the ground one after another, and some people even fell into the cracks, and the screams and wails were extremely small at this time, and they were all drowned in destruction.

The

collision between the Golden Crow Phantom and the Knife Shadow lasted for three minutes, and in just three minutes, the whole world changed, and there was a desolate ruin everywhere, which seemed incompatible with the original immortal realm.

Suddenly, the shadow of the sword disappeared, the shadow of the golden crow disappeared, even the sun disappeared, only the eye in the air emitted a silver light, the earth had no light and no darkness, there was a gray scene everywhere, and there was no more life.

Until one day, the mysterious eyes suspended in the air also disappeared, and the world was completely plunged into darkness, and I don't know how long it took for a round of the sun to slowly rise and dispel the darkness, and the cycle continued, and the world was frozen into the rotation of the four seasons and the alternation of day and night.

A century later, the scorched black earth was filled with a bleak atmosphere, and suddenly a tender green bud broke through the soil, and at the same time, the sound of "ticking, ticking" around brought long-lost rain, a bright light crossed the sky, and suddenly lightning and thunder, and heavy rain fell from the sky.

The tiny sprout swayed happily and danced and grew in the rain, and in a blink of an eye it grew to the arm, the rain continued, the tiny sprout had grown into a towering tree, and at its feet patches of green began to spread around, the whole continent was rejuvenated again, the wasteland was born, and the time officially entered the fourth age, and this tree was also revered by later generations as the ancestral tree of the origin of life in the Mesozoic Era.

That battle was later defined as the night of the long knife, and that mysterious eye was called the eye of the knife. The sun and the moon are like a shuttle, time is like an arrow, the ancient gods have been wiped out in the long river of history, and some people think that the ancient gods have not perished, and the human race is their descendants.

"Terran?" A fat boy of about seven or eight years old asked suspiciously, with his fingers clasped in his nostrils, obviously he didn't know what race the Terran was, and he hadn't heard of this race in the wasteland in his memory.

Under a big tree, a group of children surrounded a sloppy old man with a gray beard, the old man's clothes were shabby, and he had a wine gourd tied around his waist, he shook the rattle in his hand and smiled and said, "Speaking of the human race, you may not know, if you say the human race, you should always know, right?"

A little girl couldn't wait to rush and said: "I know the maid clan, and our family has two maids of the maid clan." The little girl's voice revealed a sense of pride.

The short boy sitting next to the girl pursed his lips and said mockingly: "What's so great about your two maids, my usual snack is jerky made by the maids." "

"The maid clan is too weak, how can it be a descendant of the ancient god clan?" another little boy looked at the old man suspiciously.

The old man narrowed his eyes, put the rattle in his hand on the merchant's shoulder, untied the wine gourd in his waist and took a sip of it, pretending to be mysterious: "What do children know? Let me tell you, the form of the ancient gods is the same as the form of the human race, and the wisdom of the human race is not possessed by other races. The old man pointed his finger at the boy who was picking his nose and said, "Your little doll's body is a bear, why do you use the Transformation Pill to transform into the appearance of a servant tribe?"

The boy put the boogers out of his fingers into his mouth and sucked it to defend: "I am not a lowly servant clansman, I am an ancient god clan." "

The boy's defense was supported by the other friends, and they all echoed: "That's right, we are transfiguring out the ancient gods, not the servant clans." "

The

wasteland race worships the power of the ancient gods, some races give them the transformation pill from the birth of the child to freeze into the appearance of the ancient gods, the uniqueness of the transformation pill is that it can be transformed into different forms according to the characteristics of its race, the disadvantage is that it cannot be transformed back into the body for life, and the combat strength will be greatly reduced, some races can be transformed back into the body at any time as long as the strength allows it, and some races have maintained their own form.

"Xiong Momo, go home for dinner, I'm listening to that old madman's nonsense again. "

A woman's loud voice came from a village not far away, and her voice was full of irritability.

"Okay, good, all of you are ancient gods. It's not early, you have to go back to dinner, my old man is going back, and I won't buy my candy for a long time. The old man stood up and tied the wine gourd back to his waist, stretched his waist, and was a little lost in his words, as if he was laughing at himself again, and picked up the merchant and walked south.

"Where did the Knife Eye go?" asked a boy aloud at the old man's departing back.

"I don't know, I don't know. The old man didn't look back, waved his arms and gradually walked away.