Fulu Rubik's Cube

Chapter 826
high in the air.

First, a golden thread passed through the air, and then a ripping sound echoed in the sky, breaking the air faster than the speed of sound, and drawing a white mark in midair.

Zhang Ke flew towards the distance, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was in a bad mood.

Setting up the [Deed Banner] and signing the 'war contract' went smoothly, but what happened afterwards was both within his expectations and beyond his expectations.

More than 3000 practice groups fell apart.

None of the cultivators who can cultivate to the realm of primordial spirits are stupid. Zhenjun Feihong put so much effort into this matter, if there is no benefit in it, even if they were killed, they would not believe it.

Therefore, after putting the mark of the true spirit into the [Qi Ban], some practitioners asked about the key points.

Now that the matter has been completed, Zhenjun Feihong didn't hide anything and said four words directly.

'Opportunity for Enlightenment'

But these four words immediately made the originally united practitioners have different thoughts.

"Daojun" is also called a fairy, which is basically the fundamental wish of every practitioner at the beginning of his practice.

As far as the longevity is concerned, the Daoist Lord lives [-] years old, which can almost be said to be as long as the sky.

Otherwise, in the dream, the highest level of touting the emperor would not be 'long live'.

The 'Dongtian Realm' is the last stage of the Primordial Spirit Realm. What everyone desires most is to cross this threshold and become a fairy.

When True Monarch Feihong uttered the words 'opportunity to become enlightened', it was doomed that the relationship between the 3000 Primordial Spirits and True Monarchs would never be as harmonious as before.

Although Zhenjun Feihong didn't explain it in detail, according to the rules of the three "war contracts", many Yuanshen Zhenjun can guess one or two of them.

The "opportunity to become enlightened" must be in this proxy war of mutual support.

It is absolutely impossible to say that 3000 people can pass this opportunity to be promoted to Taoist Lord.

In other words, only the most outstanding performers have the opportunity to seize this opportunity.

So, what counts as outstanding performance?

Everyone knows this well. Whichever tribe or race supported by the practitioner wins the war, it is possible to get the opportunity.

In this way, more than 3000 Yuanshen Zhenjun have become competitors with each other since they heard the four words that Feihong Zhenjun uttered.

Therefore, it is inevitable that the group of practitioners will fall apart.

Zhang Ke was very dissatisfied with Zhenjun Feihong's actions.

He didn't know what kind of hole cards Zhenjun Feihong had. He believed that he could fight against the group composed of tens of thousands of "heavenly demons" by himself, and win the war.

However, Zhenjun Feihong's move undoubtedly made the practitioners a piece of loose sand.

It has been 600 years since the "Heavenly Demon" came to the "Mountain and Sea Realm", and it has already laid a foundation in the "Mountain and Sea Realm".

The number and strength of the practitioners are far less than that of the 'Heavenly Demon', and now they each have their own little thoughts, and they cannot be united together.

Zhang Ke can predict that the future "Mountain and Sea Realm" will definitely be a situation where heroes compete for hegemony.

Under the circumstances of ebb and flow, Zhang Ke had a very bad premonition about this war.

Racking his brains to recall the birth and death of many dynasties from ancient times to the present in the dream, Zhang Ke gradually had his own ideas.

Since Zhenjun Feihong deliberately provoked the ambitions in the hearts of many practitioners with this remark and made them fight on their own.

If you want to defeat the 'Heavenly Demon' in this battle, you must first integrate the forces supported by the practitioners.

"Hmph, no matter what your plans are, True Monarch Feihong, you shouldn't put many of your comrades in danger for your own selfishness."

While smoothing out the thoughts in his mind, Zhang Ke muttered to himself in the air.

"I intended to help you achieve something, but you shouldn't have schemed against me. It seems that this time I will have a serious contest with you."

As a golden thread passed through the sky to the north, some singing voices echoed in the air for a long time.

"The king of Qin swept Liuhe, the tiger looked at He Xiongzai, swung his sword to break through the clouds, and all the princes came to the west"

The land of the bay.

At this moment, the Xiawan tribe is surrounded by tension and panic.

In the cave in the middle of the five peaks in Xiawan, the red silkworm sits on top of the ten thousand year warm jade.

This was originally the seat of the 'Heavenly Demon' Langhu. After he was killed by Zhang Ke, this place became the residence of the red silkworm.

At this moment, the red silkworm's old face was full of sorrow.

As the supreme ruler of a tribe, it stands to reason that she shouldn't show such a panicked expression, but the news from the sentry in the tribe made her frown.

"...I have already checked it out very clearly, because the weather is getting colder, the tiger-head swallowtail bee colony is migrating to the water bay.

It is estimated that in another day, the swarm will arrive in Xiawan.

Also ask the patriarch to make plans early! "

A slender young man in a grass skirt reported to the red silkworm the information he had risked his life to find out.

The tiger-headed swallowtail wasp is about the size of a quail egg. It is named for the tiger-headed shape on the wings and the double needles of the swallowtail.

Like all bee colonies in the world, tiger swallowtails also live in groups, usually in the tens of thousands or more.

This bee is ferocious and aggressive. Because of its swallow tail, its flying speed is extremely fast. The two poisonous needles at the tail are not only extremely poisonous, but those who are hit will be paralyzed by the venom and lose the ability to move.

Therefore, once being targeted by this bee swarm, it is very difficult for ordinary creatures to survive.

The Xiawan tribe is currently facing the plight of bee swarm attacks.

Listening to Fei Yuan's narration, Red Silkworm's first thought was to immediately organize the tribe to leave the tribe, and return after the swarm passed through the border.

But this idea only passed in her mind for a while before being discarded.

Now the weather is getting cooler, according to the judgment of the wise men in the clan, there may be heavy snowfall within ten days.

Most creatures in the world are far more sensitive to changes in the weather than humans.

Perhaps this group of tiger swallowtail bees is migrating to avoid the coming heavy snow, and the cave where the Xiawan tribe is located is extremely suitable for the bee colony to take refuge.

Once the caves are occupied by bee colonies, more than a thousand people of the Xiawan tribe will probably spend the winter in the wild.

In the world of mountains and seas, severe cold, hunger, illness, and all kinds of hungry creatures have always been the most serious causes of human losses in winter.

Without a place to live, these 1000 people may die quietly this winter.

"Oh~!"

Thinking of this, Red Silkworm couldn't help sighing, then turned to Fire Snake who was standing by and said:
"Blow the horn! Prepare for battle!"

"Yes!"

Fire Serpent took off the horn hanging from his waist, brought it to his mouth and blew it.

"woo woo woo woo--!"

The majestic horn sound was transmitted to every corner of the Xiawan tribe through the vibration of the sound.

Different horn sounds have different meanings.

At this time, one long, two short and one long horn sounds meant that the tribe had ushered in the most urgent situation, and all tribesmen had to gather in the shortest time after hearing such horn sounds.

When the demon entrenched here was killed by Zhang Ke, the red silkworm once again took control of the Xiawan tribe.

Stone Bear and Fire Snake also became her most trusted clan members.

Under normal circumstances, Shixiong leads the tribe to go out to fight, hunt, and collect food and other resources, while the Fire Snake dominates the interior and assists the red silkworm to manage the tribe.

After the horn sounded, the red silkworm got up and left the cave, and quickly walked out of the cave with a group of cronies in helmets and armor, including the fire snake.

"Shua! Shua! Shua"

Countless figures flickered in various caves.

When the red silkworm came out of the cave, nearly a thousand ethnic groups, including strong young people, elderly people over seventy years old, pregnant women with pot bellies, and women with children on vines, were already standing by with various weapons.

The red silkworm didn't talk too much, and raised its left hand high, attracting the attention of all the clansmen.

"My people, there is a swarm of tiger swallowtail bees approaching the lower bay, and it is expected to arrive at the third pole tomorrow.

Bu Chan told me that after the sun rises and sets ten times, there will be heavy snowfall.

Once out of the tribe, when the snow falls is the moment of our death.

Therefore, we have no retreat now, and we can survive this winter only by resisting the attack of bee swarms with all our strength.

Now"

The red silkworm took a slight breath and said loudly:

"Now let's fight to the death with the Tiger Swallowtail Swarm!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death."

Many clansmen waved their weapons and shouted in unison.

After some simple encouragement, the red silkworm began to prepare for the battle with the bee swarm.

But the tiger swallowtail bee is good at flying, and the bushes outside have no effect on the bee colony.

However, due to their small size and huge number, the Xiawan people cannot effectively attack and block them.

They can easily fly into caves and attack humans.

After much deliberation, the red silkworm decided to ignite the dead wood at the entrance of Wufeng, and use the flames and thick smoke to resist the attack of the bee swarm.

Dry trees were piled up at the entrance of Wufeng Cave in Xiawan, and the resin accumulated over the years was taken out of stone pots and poured on top of the dead trees.

This is also the only way that Red Silkworm and others can think of to deal with the bee colony.

But doing so also has a great hidden danger.

Each of the five peaks of Xiawan has only one entrance and exit. When fighting against large beasts or monsters, as long as the entrance of the cave is blocked, it can be well defended.

But at this time, the attack of the bee swarm also caused the human race in the cave to have no retreat.

Although there is a lot of space in the cave, there are some tiny ventilation openings.

But once the swarm cannot be driven away in a short time and the fire is extinguished, too much smoke will choke the humans hiding in the cave to death.

However, now the red silkworm can't care so much anymore.

Left and right are dead, and now they can only resign themselves to fate.

Thousands of people moved nervously, and before midnight, layers of defenses had been laid in the cave.

After everything was ready, some young and strong Xiawan people were arranged in different positions.

The old, the weak, the sick, and most of the tribe were placed deep in the cave.

This battle does not require a head-to-head battle. It only needs some tribesmen to light the dead wood, so there is no need for too many people.

Beside each group of dead wood, there are different numbers of people guarding them, and each stone water tank is properly arranged.

And in the water tank, there are long strips of linen soaked, and tomorrow they may rely on these linen to save their lives.

Through the plowing and weaving stone carvings left by Zhang Ke, the Xiawan tribe also wove some linen during these three months.

At this time, the precious linen was torn into long strips and soaked in water jars.

In addition, some fires were burning right under the feet of these clansmen, and torches covered with turpentine were held in the hands of a clansman.

Waiting is never the most excruciating.

In the dark alleyway, the firelight projected by the fire flickered on the stone wall.

A member of the Xiawan tribe silently stared at the fire in a daze. The swarm of bees would attack tomorrow.

Everyone has no idea about whether they can withstand the attack of the tiger-headed swallow-tailed bee swarm.

The red silkworm is sitting at the entrance of the cave in the middle mountain, beside the fire snake and stone bear and other henchmen.

A teenager shakes his shoulders tiredly, exhausted from today's work.

'Gulu~!Gulu~! '

A slight voice could be heard clearly in the silent cave, and some Xiawan people turned their eyes to the young man.

The boy rubbed his head in embarrassment.

Shi Xiong silently took out a piece of air-dried animal meat the size of a palm from the leather pouch at his waist and threw it to the young man.

The boy hurriedly took it, but didn't know whether he should return it or not.

"Eat it!"

The slightly hoarse voice of the red silkworm sounded around.

The young man rubbed his stomach, but did not reply, and tore the dry and hard animal meat vigorously with his sharp teeth.

A large piece of animal meat was swallowed by him but he couldn't swallow it, and he rolled his eyes from being choked.

He hurriedly took the bamboo pot and poured it into his mouth, but was choked again because of his anxiety.

"Cough! Cough!"

"Heck! Shan Qiao, I won't fight with you!"

A young girl wrapped in animal skins and braided hair laughed loudly.

"Haha! Shan Qiao is the most stupid, either choked or fell down on the ground!"

"You're talking nonsense, Shan Yao is not stupid, his hands are dexterous, he can draw on the rock wall, and he is the first to learn how to tie a rope!"

Some young Xiawan people laughed and argued.

The coughing of the mountain and the voice of the young man broke the silence in the cave.

Affected by the loud noise, the tense faces of some older Xiawan people relaxed a lot, and the slight sound of panting sounded around them.

Being tense for a long time can make you feel tired.

Shan Qiao repeatedly patted his chest, swallowed the dry and hard animal meat stuck in his throat, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing his embarrassment caused the other young people to laugh again.

Shan Qiao smiled embarrassingly, leaned next to Shi Xiong, and said without words:

"Uncle Xiong, will we be able to stop the attack of the tiger swallowtail bee swarm tomorrow?"

Shi Xiong was silent for a moment, then said firmly:

"If you can't stop it, you have to stop it!"

Shan Qiao heard the helplessness in Shi Xiong's tone, and couldn't help sighing.

"Hey! If only that layman Ruyi was still alive, he must have a way to solve our predicament."

Shi Xiong's eyes moved, he looked at the mountain, and suddenly said:

"I saw a lot of pictures about Lay Ruyi painted on the stone wall in the cave, did you draw them?"

Shan Qiao scratched his head, embarrassedly said:
"Well, I have nothing to do, so I drew some. In case I die, people in the future will know what happened here when they see the pictures."

The light and shade of the fire reflected on his face, showing a bit of agility and vitality.

Shi Xiong thought for a moment, then said:

"If I can survive tomorrow, I will also post the process and method of how to resist the bee swarm on Hua Tsai's stone wall, maybe someone will use it in the future."

"Yeah! Okay, Uncle Xiong!"

Red Silkworm was listening to the conversation between the two, and suddenly interrupted:
"The mountain is steep!"

"what!"

Shan Qiao heard the patriarch's call and responded casually.

"How much have you learned from the words left by Lay Ruyi?"

Shan Qiao thought for a while and replied:
"Well, about as many as one finger."

"Oh!"

The red silkworm nodded.

In the Xiawan tribe, the most prominent features are usually counted.

The number of one finger can represent a person, or about [-]% of the number.

If it is a toe, it is calculated by the number of fingers plus toes, representing one-twentieth of the number.

Zhang Ke passed down the method of knotting, but three months was not enough for everyone to master this method.

Although Shan Qiao has learned how to tie ropes, he is still used to counting in the same way since childhood.

The number of one finger he said means that he has learned a layer or so of writing.

In the eyes of the red silkworm, this is extremely incredible.

She is considered to be relatively intelligent in the clan, otherwise she would not have become the clan leader back then, but she only learned less than one percent of the complicated characters.

The red silkworm glanced slightly at Shan Qiao.

I am already old, and the affairs of the clan should also find a successor to take over the position of patriarch.

Unfortunately, it would be great if Shan Qiao was a woman.

Time passed bit by bit in the chatter of Xiawan people.

(End of this chapter)