That day, Zhao Yunlan walked into the great god wood, but in fact he didn't just take a merit pen.

The great god wood is connected to Kunlun Mountain, and has been passed down for five thousand years and the past when the world was created. Zhao Yunlan walked in and felt as if he had entered a brand new dimension. He turned around and touched it, but he didn't touch the bark of the tree when he came in. When he walked forward, he seemed to be unable to see the edge at first glance.

There is no light around, and the air does not flow, and it is pitch black.

He narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. Finally, he found a little firefly-like light in the darkness. When he walked closer, he found that it had already shrunk into a merit pen of small regular script.

Zhao Yunlan tentatively reached out and grabbed it, and even held it in the palm of his hand without any effort. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and realized that this seemed to be a bit too much. But a gravitational force came from the merit pen, leading him to continue moving forward.

Rationally, Zhao Yunlan knew that he should go back with the merit pen, but he couldn't help but be attracted by that thing.

By the time the pen in his hand became honest, it had successfully trapped Zhao Yunlan completely.

He didn't know how long he had been in the dark, and all the lighting and ignition equipment on his body failed. Zhao Yunlan had nothing else to do, so he had to sit on the ground and wait slowly.

He was determined, neither afraid of darkness nor claustrophobia. Of course, this place would not have any impact on him for a while, but the darkness and the marginal environment would not bring people a pleasant feeling. However, the darkness here is very strange. People are in it, and they don’t worry about not being able to get out, and they may even have the illusion that they should have been sleeping here.

Zhao Yunlan was sitting inside and yawned, and was inexplicably a little sleepy.

At this moment, a shattering sound suddenly sounded in his ear. Before he could tell what it was, he heard a loud noise. The entire dark space was shattered. A cold light flashed. Zhao Yunlan jumped up, took a dozen steps back, and looked up again. A large area of ​​light penetrated in. He couldn't help but squint his eyes. He saw a giant axe splitting the darkness. A rumbling sound came from the depths of the earth. The crack became larger and wider, and separated from both sides.

A man's extremely tall figure waved his giant axe and was in it, with his head above the sky, his feet on the earth, his beard and bearded, and his mouth roared, shaking the wilderness trembled endlessly.

God is in the sky, and holy is in the earth. The sky is one meter high, the earth is one meter thick, and the Pangu is one meter long. For this, the number of days is extremely high, the number of earth is extremely deep, and Pangu is extremely long.

Therefore, the sky and the earth are ninety thousand miles away, and then there are the Three Emperors.

That's Pangu.

Zhao Yunlan watched the sky and the earth thickly, as Pangu's body collapsed, the giant axe fell from both ends, the long handle became inconsistent, and the big blade became Kunlun. The man's limbs and heads turned into three mountains and five mountains, rising from the ground, standing in the sky.

Then there are rivers, sun and moon, mountains, rivers, deep valleys.

The galaxy was like a sea, and a feeling of unreasonable sadness flowed into Zhao Yunlan's heart inexplicably. He couldn't help but walk over. He wanted to get closer and look at the man connected to his blood, but he saw him disappear quietly.

Zhao Yunlan suddenly turned around. It turned out that he was already in the endless wilderness. Tens of thousands of years passed by. He heard the sound of the dove of the wind and the surging winds from the depths of the earth, but he could not leave any traces like a glimpse of the glimpse.

The sincere, tyrannical, ruthless, unruly, unruly, and unruly deep in the earth... are all connected with the real Kunlun bloodline. When they are in chaos, there is a connection that no one knows.

Kunlun Mountain is born and raised in the earth, and has been transformed into a mountain soul for 100 million years. It is named Kunlun Lord.

At that time, the Three Emperors were still young and the Five Emperors were not born. There were only birds and beasts in the world, and no one was there.

Zhao Yunlan's impression was chaotic in an instant. On the one hand, he knew where he came from, and held the merit pen in his hand tightly, and on the other hand, he felt that he had become a naughty child who was making trouble all over the mountains and fields.

The tail of the great god Fuxi was held and urinated by him. The phoenix that originally lived on the great god tree was harmed by him and moved home. From then on, only the sycat was picked up to live. In the end, Nuwa found a newborn little cat from somewhere and threw it to him to play with, which made him quiet for a while.

The kitten is very fragile and always seems to die on the Kunlun Mountains that are frozen all year round.

The first time Kunlun Jun saw such a troublesome little thing, he had to melt the golden sand with his own hands, make a bell that strengthens the soul and enlightens the mind, and hang it on the cat's neck. It took him no matter how much time it took to make this little thing survived and had no time to make trouble for others.

It was not until the little cat as big as a dumpling could run and jump that he took the cat down the mountain and saw Nuwa pinching the clay man.

She threw the immortal branch in her hand and countless "people" were born on the ground that were no different from the gods and demons of the heavens. Kunlun Jun had never experienced such excitement. He was attracted for a while and was reluctant to move his steps.

Nuwa turned around and smiled at him: "Kunlun, he has grown up so big."

Kunlun Jun put down the cat in his arms, walked over carefully, and stared at the clay man that Nuwa had just made for a moment.

He saw that man quickly grew from a young child to a young man. The young man knelt down and bowed to him in fear and fear. Before he could stand up, he became a middle-aged man again. Then his hair began to fall off and was stained with white frost. He then wilted to the ground and turned into soil again.

Kunlun Jun suddenly felt an indescribable envy in his heart. He didn't know what he had to envy. Perhaps his time was too long and he was a little envious of these hot and brilliant lives like meteors.

"It's so fun." Kunlun Jun reached out and picked up the soil, "What's this called?"

Nuwa said: "This is a human."

Kunlun Jun said unintentionally: "A man is so nice, so gentle, but he carries the kind of thing I heard from the ground before I was born."

After hearing this, Nuwa's expression suddenly changed, as if she was extremely frightened in an instant, and she seemed a little ferocious.

Kunlun was still young at that time, and he knew that cats like hair rolled together around the great god, and he couldn't see it clearly from her eyes that she had penetrated thousands of disasters in that moment of lightning.

People are born from the soil, with three corpses hidden on their bodies, and are connected with the violent and restless aura of thousands of miles away. But they have already lived happily like monkeys, and even divided into men and women according to her rules, marriages for each other and continuing their descendants.

Why did people use soil to create humans? Nuwa has already been given great merit by the sky because of creating humans. She suddenly looked up at the chaotic sky of stars and suddenly touched something - cold, bound her everywhere, as if an invisible hand, pushing all humans and gods to roll forward, and no one can stop them.

However, the wood was already in a boat and could not be cleaned up unless all the clay figures were killed.

Forty-nine days, Nuwa kept going day and night, and the mud made of people had already run around the mountains and fields, and even in the rivers and seas around the wilderness, countless stars, sun and moons, and generations had passed. Nuwa suddenly turned around and saw the noise of people. The smoke from the tribe was already there. Men and women were wearing animal skins, and children were in groups of joy. Her facial features were no different from the gods and demons in the heavens.

She suddenly covered her face and cried... Kunlun and Xiaomao stood beside her at a loss, wondering why she was so sad.

Later I remembered that it was probably the earliest mother’s feelings for her children, which were instinctively and difficult to let go.

Nuwa invited the great god Fuxi and borrowed three thousand stars from the Milky Way. Together, the two of them weaved a seal in thirty-three days and occupied the entire earth.

Kunlun Jun sat aside with his cat in his arms. He never knew that there were so many earth fires buried under the mountains and rivers. He squirted out angrily, carrying the roar from the deepest part of the ground. No one recorded it, and no one knew that those who were watching were confused. He didn't know that he had experienced a more intense war than the subsequent battle between gods and demons and the Battle of Gods.

Finally, Taihao and Fuxi made the Eight Trigrams and forced the Dafeng to suppress it, both of which were defeated by the Underworld, and the Dafeng was first established.

Nuwa borrowed a branch of the great god wood from Kunlun Jun, stood at the entrance of the Great Seal, and denounced it as a "land of disrespect". Since then, Kunlun Jun has never seen Fuxi again.

When the Great Seal was completed, Kunlun's heart suddenly disappeared. The tyranny and ferocity of the Netherworld were like a fire, scorching and dangerous. If you don't pay attention, it would be a huge disaster, but it was also free and passionate. Kunlun suddenly felt a little nostalgic.

The young Kunlun couldn't tell how he felt, but shed a string of tears for no reason, and later became the source of the Yangtze River.

Fuxi disappeared, and Nuwa was left alone, wandering alone on the vast land. Watching the people who were struggling to survive at sunrise and resting at sunset, the worry on their faces became heavier and heavier.

Later, Nuwa went into seclusion and disappeared from outsiders. Kunlun Jun also returned to his Kunlun Mountain. Over the past hundred years, he passed by a place of disrespect several times and saw the dead divine tree branch. As time passed, he gradually became sensible. Gradually, Kunlun Jun knew what was in the Great Seal and vaguely understood the meaning of the ancestor saint. Although he had been curious about going in and taking a look, he never took a step forward.

Kunlun always remembers that when the big gossip fell, Taihao Fuxi vomited out the red blood in his heart, and he dared not do anything that might disappoint him.

However, the seeds of the three corpses were always planted, and later the Emperor of Human Resources became saints, the Shennong family declined, Xuanyuan family and the ancient war god Chiyou fought to the death, the gods and demons who were about to fall, the witches and demons that had not yet risen, and the entire three realms were all involved in that catastrophe.

The fall of the Three Emperors, the disappearance of the missing, the originally desolate and quiet land, which was noisy and noisy, and the joyful little clay figures became some kind of incredible existence. They were pious and strong, warm and knew how to be happy, and like other animals, they made reasonable killing and fighting for survival.

But the coexistence of divinity and demonicity allows them to breed strange feelings more than anything in the world - jealousy, hatred, paranoia, restraint... and unparalleled love and hate.

However, the people who first expanded their territory on the prehistoric continent were no longer there.

It was not until this time that Kunlun Jun understood why Nuwa enjoyed great merits from the sky when she created humans, but was so frightened.

The chaos that was split by Pangu seemed to be integrated into the world and everything, changing itself endlessly. Great good and evil, great wisdom and courage will all emerge in a state of dignity, but end in vain.

The war was connected to the sky, the sky was moving, Kunpeng went west, leaving without returning, Kunlun watched coldly in the first great catastrophe of gods and demons, and by chance, he penetrated his destiny. His silent heart, which had been silent for thousands of years, was suddenly unstoppable and unrestrained, and his loneliness that could not be suppressed and that he could not resist was silenced.

At that time, Chi You seemed to have a premonition of his failure. His soul left his body and came to Kunlun's feet. Kunlun Jun closed the mountain gate tightly and avoided it. The three-headed and six-armed war god kowtowed from the foot of the mountain and climbed the Kunlun Mountain, which was snowed all year round with his feet. He was ragged and bleeding all the way. Later, he turned into a Gesang flower that grew hard in the frozen soil under the glaciers, begging Kunlun Jun to take care of the two Lichs who were born in the mountains.

Kunlun Jun didn't see him, so he knelt outside the mountain gate and repeatedly knocked on his head, but he couldn't impress the Great Wilderness Mountain Saint.

Kunlun has been in the snow and ice for a long time, and his heart is even colder than the stones that have frozen on the top of the mountain. However, the black cat was born in the demon clan and was involuntarily attracted by the Lich ancestor. He sneaked out and licked the blood stains that hit Chiyou's forehead.
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