Chendi, Shennong Capital,

It is made on the shore of the ginger water with the Red Wall Fire Palace as the base.

Whenever sunrise, the entire ginger water surface will be as gorgeous as flames. This towering capital was built eight thousand years ago, and the Shennong and Xuanyuan were separated and established as the capital.

This capital seems to be able to withstand the erosion of time, and has stood firm for eight thousand years and is as glorious as ever.

But the only thing that remains unchanged is this city.

The people who first followed Shennong here had already died. Even the commander-level figures in the Yanwei could not survive for a thousand years, but fell under the years, buried in the yellow sand.

Shennong, a man who was affectionately called Shennong by his people, and was called Yan Emperor in awe by the demons, ghosts and gods on the wild land and countless countries, has been the longest-lived man in this land for eight thousand years. Among his compatriots, only his brother, Xuanyuan has lived to this day.

This shouldn't have been the case.

Shennong sometimes thinks this way.

His dead men shouldn't have had only such a short time.

In Kunlunxu, the place where everything is buried, Shennong found an ancient book that records the realm of the small Zhoutian, the large Zhoutian, the Yangshen, the Extreme Palace, and even the ancestor. In this oldest era in the world, those creatures who mastered the principles of the world can clearly live for tens of thousands of years, or even tens of millions of years.

Just imagination, a hint of yearning arises involuntarily.

How magnificent and great it would be to be able to live through tens of millions of years.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see it or do it.

When he was young, he tasted hundreds of herbs and wrote the book "Material Herbs". Over the long period of time, countless deadly poisons had been deposited in his body. He could feel that he was gradually unable to suppress the toxicity of the accumulated accumulation in his body.

He looked at the figure in the bedroom. The red ancient clothes made the Dragon Lord look like a member of the Shennong tribe at first glance, but the other party's extremely obvious dragon horns and dragon tails showed their identity again.

This is a real dragon.

Shennong asked the other party’s name.

Just as the other party asked what the righteous god was before, he asked all the real dragons in the world had their names?

Shennong replied that if the spirits and monsters in the world achieve the right result and obtain the response from heaven, they all have names, and the same is true for scale-like dragons.

Then the other party thought for a moment and pronounced a name very calmly.

"I am the Dragon Lord of Xihua, the South China Sea, who is powerful and shining away from dust."

This is indeed the title of the Lord God, and it can even be called the one with quite high specifications. Shennong commented in his heart. But the key is that the specifications are high and the territory is accurately engraved in the name.

South China Sea.

There is no such person in the South China Sea, otherwise it would not have been overwhelmed by the East China Sea.

After hearing this, Shennong did not hesitate at all, nodded and called him Xihua Dragon Lord.

After that, when talking about Jiuli, the Xihua Dragon Lord never mentioned anything about Shennong.

However, Longjun did not refuse Shennong's invitation and followed him back to Chendi.

Jiuli, the Miao tribe, was not conspicuous among the thousands of countries. As for where Jiuli was fighting, it was nonsense. Why did the other party mention Jiuli and why did he firmly ask where Jiuli was going to fight? Shennong kept silent, but just kept the name Jiuli in his heart.

The priest told him that the mountain would bring about something that would rewrite the world.

Shennong looked at the Dragon Lord in front of him and felt that he had found it.

The other party's aura made him unable to understand. It was not only different from the real dragon he remembered, but also from the spirits around him.

Out of place.

It seems that he does not exist at all.

"Xihua Longjun, I'll arrange a residence for you." Shennong glanced at the sun set outside the bedroom and said to Li Xi'an.

"No." Li Xi'an shook his head, not looking ready to leave.

Shennong was a little puzzled.

"I'll look at you, afraid you will die." Li Xi'an narrowed his eyes and swept through Shennong's hidden black meridians.

"The toxic deposit is irreversible. If an ordinary citizen is killed in an instant. You can last for a hundred years with your cultivation."

"Longjun has good eyesight." Shennong smiled, "But since I know that my toxicity has been deeply deposited and my life is worrying, why should I keep an eye on it again? Even if it is Longjun, I'm afraid he doesn't have the ability to heal this body."

Shennong himself is the best doctor in the world.

He knew there was no cure, and he didn't think that the Dragon Lord in front of him would have any solutions.

What Shennong is even more curious about is what impact the creature in front of him will have on the world so that it will be considered to be a rewrite of the world.

"The Yan Emperor and Huang Emperor had a great battle, seven battles and seven defeats." Li Xi'an said.

He looked at Shennong, "Yan Emperor, you still have a fight."

"Haha...it's interesting."

"Can I ask, why did you fight with Huangdi?"

"Longjun, you have too many questions. It's my turn. I actually have many questions... For example, where are you from?"

"In the future, everything you have experienced now is history in my eyes." Li Xi'an said calmly.

"So I still lost to Xuanyuan in the seventh game." Shennong smiled bitterly.

"You believed it so easily?"

"What's wrong with this? So, as a creature in your future generations, can the history in your eyes tell me?"

Li Xi'an ignored Shennong's words, and he looked outside the bedroom, and the night sky covered the earth.

"I tried to change the past, but later I found that any change I made in the past is a certain history in the future. What I saw and what I walked through is connected by an invisible long line. Even if you know, everything you made is no different from history."

"If it's a foregone conclusion, why are you here?"

"You know that you will lose in the seventh battle, so you won't fight?" Li Xi'an asked back.

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The Yan Emperor's Palace is decorated with grass, trees and flame patterns.

This is an ancient era when men farm and women weave.

In the palace, there were only a few servants close to Shennong.

The palace is not strict, and patients often come to seek help from Emperor Yan, including people from Chendi and people from distant countries.

It is not like a palace, but more like a large clinic.

"I heard that Emperor Yan left Chendi and walked a long way down Jiangshui. He went to the battle and killed a great demon who was causing harm to the other side!"

"What's your news?" One person shook his head and said disgusted: "The Yan Emperor is not fighting against demons, it is clearly a concubine. My brother is Yan Wei. I saw with my own eyes that Emperor Yan brought back a great beauty that day!"

"Yan Emperor accepts a concubine? It's a big deal!"

"You think that beauty is so beautiful? Can she compare to our Chendi's number one beauty?"

"How could I know, my brother said it was a dragon king. He saw dragon horns and dragon tails wearing our Chendi red clothes."

"Dragon-horned dragon-tailed red clothes, hey, brother, is it still black hair and jade hair?"

"How could I know this..."

In the crowd, Li Xi'an looked back and saw a few people talking on the street corner.

The suppression power of this era is indeed terrifying. If the spiritual sense cannot be revealed, he will not even hear what those people are talking about.

Shennong told him that after the Seventh World War, he told him what the war between Shennong and Xuanyuan actually originated.

Li Xi'an could vaguely detect that this thing should be related to the source of the mythological era.

The mythological age is built on the graves of the past.

What is in the grave that can support a brilliant and splendid era?

The daughter of Huangdi, the girl in blue, is a saint.

Chiyou's old subordinate, Xing Tian was the eternal one.
Chapter completed!