The monster's momentum was so strong that the ground in the small village began to shake violently.

Especially when they saw cracks starting to appear in the yellow mud in the small village, the three of them felt unprecedented pressure at the same time.

If this monster keeps charging like this, this small village won't be able to hold on for long.

Die Jianzi turned pale and said in fear, "I have just been promoted to King Die, I don't want to die yet!"

Not to mention Die Jianzi, even Yuan Yuan was quite nervous.

Even if a powerful celestial being comes, Yuan Yuan will not be so powerless. Even if she cannot fight, she can still run away.

But the power here is full of unknowns.

Just by touching it, you will be contaminated, and if you are not careful, you may become someone you are not.

Meng Xia gritted his teeth and said, "Continue to explore the village, it is best to find the altar!"

Upon hearing Meng Xia's words, Die Jianzi's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.

Does Meng Xia still have a trump card?

Along the way, Die Jianzi saw Meng Xia create too many miracles.

Because of this, she looked forward to Meng Xia even more!

"Explore first!"

Meng Xia didn't say much. Just looking at the engraving, Meng Xia discovered that there might be a half-finished Taoist weapon here.

This half-finished Taoist weapon is made of human flesh and blood.

Almost cast in the most primitive and clumsy way.

But such a primitive casting method almost buried the elites of the three tribes of gods, demons and humans in one fell swoop.

The small village was very small to begin with, and the three of them soon found an entrance.

Die Jianzi said in surprise, "Look, does this look like the entrance to the Bones Underground Palace on the map?"

Meng Xia followed the sound and finally found an entrance in a very hidden location.

I have to say that Die Jianzi's luck is really good.

Phew~~~

Meng Xia waved his sleeves, and all the dust and coverings at the entrance to the underground palace were swept away.

Then, the entrance door was revealed in front of the three of them.

The entrance is very low, and there are mottled yellow mud everywhere.

"Be careful!"

Meng Xia held the Wandao furnace brand and walked at the front.

While Yuan Yuan was holding the gray tower in her hand, Die Jianzi immediately pushed the crystal skull to the extreme.

Meng Xia passed the low gate smoothly, but Yuan Yuan and Die Jianzi were directly bounced back by an unknown force.

"This is......"

Upon closer inspection, the three of them discovered four large characters on each side of the low door.

This is a very ancient writing that has almost been lost now.

But for some reason, Meng Xia immediately understood their meaning after seeing them.

Translated, it's probably equivalent to...a dragon fighting in the wild, its blood is black and yellow.

After Yuan Yuan and Die Jianzi tried again, they said helplessly, "This is the ancestral land of the human race. It seems that a bloodline restriction has been set long ago. Only the human race can enter!"

Die Jianzi looked outside the village, and saw the strange things that were getting bigger and bigger. He was frightened and helpless.

"Whether we live or die depends on whether we can find a turning point in the underground palace. Meng Xia, please go in quickly!"

"Okay, just wait for me and everything will be fine!"

Meng Xia was not a long-winded person, so after finishing speaking, he directly entered the underground palace.

The first thing that appeared in front of Meng Xia was a long and narrow yellow mud passage. The light was dim and the visual distance was very short.

Meng Xia was originally very wary, but the further he walked in, the warmer he felt, and the blood in his body was about to boil.

After walking about thirty feet, the passage came to the end.

Then, he appeared directly in a mourning hall, which was filled with densely packed spiritual tablets.

There were so many spiritual places that Meng Xia was a bit overwhelmed.

The words on the spiritual tablet are all very ancient, and their inheritance has almost been lost.

But for a few of them, Meng Xia still guessed and recognized them.

Because figures in spiritual positions are also famous in later generations.

For example, "Yan", "Li", "Rong", "Red".

Many of them are even the names of large ancient tribes of the human race, and these names later evolved into the names of countries.

[Are they all ancestors of the human race?]

Meng Xia thought for a moment, took out the incense candles and paper money used for sacrifice, and then made a simple sacrifice.

But the moment Meng Xia finished the sacrifice, an unusually old voice rang out.

"I have been in despair for tens of thousands of years, but I didn't expect that a descendant of the human race would finally arrive!"

"who?"

Meng Xia was startled and searched everywhere, taking precautions.

But at this moment, an oil lamp was suddenly lit, and an unusually old man emerged from the flames.

"Young people, don't be afraid. I am a candle. You can also call me the waker!"

"Senior Zhu and junior Meng Xia are from Dali people. Please forgive me if I have offended you!"

Meng Xia was very polite. After all, it was not strange to give gifts to many people.

Zhu didn't care, there were only vicissitudes of life and memories in his eyes.

Zhu: "Meng Xia, how is the human race doing now?"

Meng Xia roughly guessed what Zhu wanted to hear, and began to briefly describe the development history of the human race and its current predicament.

This lecture lasted only half an hour!

Zhu listened extremely carefully, especially when he learned about the glory of the human race, his eyes lit up.

When I heard that the weapon clan was turning into dust and heading for annihilation, I was also filled with sadness.

In the era when he was still alive, the Qi clan was quite brilliant.

Not to mention, the Qi clan also experienced a brilliant era of dominating the world!

Zhu: "Flowers bloom and fall, clouds gather and disperse. If those old guys knew the glory of the human race today, they would have no regrets even if they die!"

Meng Xia said with infinite awe, "Thanks to the Piper dew and Blue Pepper from our ancestors, our descendants have been able to live comfortably for so many years."

Zhu shook his head and said, "The virtue of a gentleman will last for five lifetimes. It's time for us old guys to have their blessings exhausted. If you want to find some good way to save the world from this old guy like me, I may disappoint you."

Got it!"

"I don't dare. The human race's blood is still there, so how can we continue to chew on the old? Please tell me, Mr. Zhu, what is the source of the weirdness outside!"

Zhu's eyes became sad.

"Once upon a time, that guy was the most hated thing in our generation; after so many years...he is just a wretch!"

Poor thing?

Meng Xia was surprised.

It's hard to connect that dangerous, scary, weird thing with "poor guy".

Zhu: "Once, he was the last divine emperor of the gods and the last demon emperor of the demons, but now he is a poor creature who has lost all his people and is devoured by endless unwillingness, regret, and desire..."

Wait, this information seems to be too rich.

"Could it be that the last God Emperor of the God Clan and the last Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan are the same person?"

Zhu sighed and said, "Of course. We only found out after the Zhouzhou sacrifice formation was launched that the God Emperor and the Demon Emperor turned out to be two sides of the same powerful creature."

"..."

Meng Xia didn't know what to say for a moment.

The God Emperor and the Demon Emperor are actually the same person, so why are they fighting?

However, this also explains why gods and demons fight for life and death, but can always join forces to deceive humans at critical moments.

Meng Xia: "I wonder if Senior Zhu can eliminate the resentment of that god and demon and let him return to heaven and earth?"

Candle accident.
To be continued...