The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

Chapter 226 Searching Heaven and Earth

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The thick, heavy blood dripped onto the ground and immediately turned into tiny, black worms.

The pale fingertips brushed against the bluish corners of the mouth, and the blood on the fingers turned into tiny insects, which burrowed and fluttered between the two fingers, wanting to gnaw at the skin and flesh of the fingers.

The skin on my fingers was firm and taut, so the little insect couldn't bite through it or even cut a single hair.

spit.

He spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood.

"Despicable." The young man's face was bluish, his clothes were tattered like a beggar's, but the anger on his face was as high as the mountains and as deep as the sea.

Standing before him was a burly man with broad shoulders, shirtless, but with a red silk ribbon around his waist—no ordinary item, but a magical artifact.

"As long as you can kill people, that's good, what do you think?" The big man sneered, then looked up at the sky.

A figure stood in the sky, dressed in a crimson robe, with bright red eyes, a rainbow piercing the sun, and a sword intent soaring.

"Where is the Martial God's legacy?" The red-robed man looked down at the young man.

"Hmph." The young man just snorted coldly and ignored her.

"Then kill them," the man in the red robe said coldly.

"Good." The burly man grinned menacingly.

No sooner had he finished speaking than dark, viscous blood began to gush from the young man's mouth, eyes, ears, and wounds all over his body.

Fresh blood gushed out, turning into a dense sea of ​​insects that enveloped the young man, rendering him unable to move or even utter a wail of pain.

"Dead." The big man was shocked when he saw the young man who was surrounded by a swarm of insects and unable to move.

He quickly made a move, unleashing a powerful gust of wind that transformed into threads, pulling up the dense swarm of insects one by one and suspending them in mid-air, revealing their bluish, slimy corpses.

"They died so quickly."

"He's not even a true immortal; you could drown him with a single spit."

Another person suddenly appeared from the void, carrying a man and a woman in his hands.

"Good news, Qin Molong has escaped?" The man in red robes looked at the man.

"Cannot be kept."

"They only captured three of them, killed seven, and there are nine left," the man in the red robe said again.

"Where is that seal?" the big man asked.

"You took the people from the Five Internal Organs back with you, can you stop them?" the new man retorted.

The big man could only shake his head; that was the Five Viscera Dao Sect, the head of the seven righteous sects under heaven.

Although each of them has powerful backers, none of them can compare to the Five Visceral Dao Sect.

Moreover, the one who came was a True Immortal Elder from the Five Viscera Dao Sect, and only the red-robed figure present could fight him.

"The whereabouts of the Martial God's treasure are unknown. We absolutely cannot just leave it like this. We must send people to search high and low for it," the red-robed man said calmly.

"We must capture Ning Hao and Qin Molong; the Martial God's treasure will surely fall into their hands."

"it is good."

The big man nodded.

Then the red robe transformed into a streak of brilliant light and shot out like lightning.

The remaining two exchanged bewildered glances: "Can you tell which Taoist sect they belong to?"

"I can't tell."

"With such a strong bloodthirsty nature, he must be a member of the demonic sect," the burly man guessed.

"With such excellent swordsmanship, how could he be a member of the Demonic Sect? He must be a newcomer from that Sword Sect," another man replied.

"No matter what, it's not good to offend them, so let's just make a small retreat."

As soon as the words were spoken, the figure vanished without a trace.

"You run really fast." The man shook his head.

Then he disappeared without a trace.

As soon as the two disappeared, clusters of clear, ethereal light emerged from the ground and poured into the young man's corpse on the ground.

The corpse trembled, then exhaled breaths of hot air from its mouth.

"Alive, still alive, thank you, Qin Molong." The young man lay on the ground, breathing in the fresh air, and whispered.

Then he turned his head and saw two corpses lying on the side.

The man and woman were truly dead; their souls had been taken to the Netherworld, with no possibility of resurrection.

A trace of sorrow flashed in the young man's eyes, and tears were already welling up in them.

But in the end, the tears were drawn back into my eyes and did not flow out.

There's no time to cry now, I have to run away.

Only by escaping can they have a chance to come back and reclaim everything that belongs to them.

Back then, the eighteen of them were invited by Qin Molong to gather at the foot of the Martial God Tower.

Then, they ventured into the Martial God Realm and witnessed its many mysteries.

It seems we can say that we have lived a worthwhile life. During those times, we went through all sorts of things, supported each other, overcame many difficulties, and forged a deep friendship.

Unfortunately, it has all vanished into thin air.

Some of them, blinded by greed, betrayed the Martial God's treasure, which led to their calamity.

Faced with calamity, the nineteen of them could only flee in disarray, but the traitor did not give them a chance to escape, which ultimately led to the current situation.

Why bother with worries? Why are there always so many problems?

He finally managed to get up, then spat out a pearl that shone like a grain of rice. He let the pearl shine all over his body, washing away the mud and grime.

"You're finally awake."

But just as he stood up, the two corpses opposite him, a man and a woman, suddenly spoke.

"you?"

He stared in astonishment at the two men's smiling faces, which were as faint as candle wax, revealing the faces of the two burly men from before.

"But we've been waiting so long!"

"It's only been ten breaths."

"Young people these days don't have much patience, I understand."

The two slowly got up from the ground, took off their cumbersome clothes, and then walked up to him.

"you……"

He was engulfed by darkness.

……

This scene was happening everywhere. The news of the emergence of the God of War's treasure spread throughout the human world in a short time, and the news that the "three outstanding youths" of the human race had obtained the treasure was also rampant.

Ning Hao and Qin Molong had no powerful backers and were wanted and hunted down, while Yin was protected by the Five Organs Dao Sect.

As for the others, they scattered and fled in small groups.

Originally, after the "Three Outstanding Youths" had been lying low for several years, everyone should have "forgotten" about it. However, rumors then circulated that obtaining the Martial God's treasure would grant access to the Martial God Realm.

Of course, such news was accompanied by rumors about the Golden Body of the God of War, saying that the Golden Body of the God of War contained a great secret and that one could obtain the inheritance of the God of War.

In short, the maliciousness of the message reveals the intentions of the person spreading it.

"Oh, it's me. Never mind then." Luo Zu slapped away the cloud-like water mirror in front of him and put away this supernatural power.

However, these messages aren't exactly rumors. The Martial God Golden Body does indeed inherit the legacy of the Martial God, but it's just an ancient breathing technique...

The Martial God's Relics can indeed govern the Martial God Realm, but they will not listen to anyone other than the "Martial God".

Who is the God of War? It's Luo Zu.

Moreover, the Martial God Realm was originally created by Luo Zu, and Luo Zu's divine sense had long since covered it, so only he could call the shots in this Martial God Realm.

However, with the calamity approaching and the aura of calamity filling the Martial God Realm, Luo Zu is now in a difficult position to take over the Martial God Realm, lest he be dragged into this great calamity in the mortal realm, which would be extremely bad.

Moreover, he only wanted to use the hands of the human race "protagonist" to refine the Seal of Myriad Laws, and had no intention of personally refining this innate magic treasure.

(End of this chapter)