Chapter 1753 The Old Storyteller!

That's it, after tossing for a long time, both parents showed up, and this was the identity of Su Hang's true deity.

Although it took a lot of effort, Suhang was very relieved, after all, the family members were vigilant enough.

When he came back this time, Su Hang only stayed for one day, and then left in a hurry. Compared with finding those original sins, there were more important things waiting for him.

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The ancient world, the vast and endless wilderness.

The human race and the monster race still stand side by side, but there is no such confrontation as before. Although there are occasional frictions, it is only a contradiction between some small clans, and it has not risen to the point of racial war.

For 30 million years, under the rule of Hongjun Heavenly Dao, the earth has finally calmed down a bit. Since the battle with a demon clan that was born out of nowhere more than 10 million years ago, both the human race and the monster race have multiplied to their peak. The ancient world is full of prosperity!

More than 20 million years ago, Hongjun ordered the demon emperor Jun to establish the Heavenly Court, named him Emperor of Heaven, and suppressed all the demons in the sky.

Five million years ago, the Pan Emperor Jiang, the second Pangu clan, lived in his younger brother Yaomeng.

Coupled with the Kunlun God Realm in Kunlun Mountains, the world is still full of power from the three races, each not giving way.

The triangle is the most stable structure. This statement seems to be correct. Over the years, the three major forces on the Primordial Chinese Continent have hardly had any major conflicts.

However, no one can say clearly how long this kind of peace will last, because it is said that the demon clan, which has been silent for thousands of years, seems to have a faint tendency to rise again.

Under the rule of the Eastern Prince, they lived and worked in peace and contentment, cultivated land, planted and herded, farmed and hunted, and the human race was almost unified.

In the west of the mainland of China, there is a village called Taiping Town, which has a radius of about 100,000 people. It is extremely lively on market days.

"In other words, 12 million years ago, in a world of chaos, a hundred thousand demon lords headed by the four demons of the chaotic world once killed in front of the Pan Palace in Tiandu Mountain..."

"Human Race, Monster Race, countless masters fought bloody battles, the two sides fought inextricably, and were inseparable. The ancestors of my human race, the Gonggong clan, the Zhurong clan, and the monster clan's Taiyi gods all fell in this battle..."

"In that battle, the sky was dark and the sky was dark. Soldiers of all races were killed and wounded. Countless gods, demons and immortals died in battle. Later, the Queen Mother of the West led the Kunlun God Realm reinforcements to kill them. The three clans worked together to kill the demons..."

"The three realms worked together, took advantage of the victory and pursued, and wiped out the remnants of the demon race in the Prince's Tomb. The four demons of the mixed world exterminated the great demon Lin Mo and died in battle. The remaining three demons escaped with serious injuries. For thousands of years, the world will not be born, and the world will enjoy peace!"

In a small restaurant in the north of the town, a ragged little old man was telling a story, and some diners in the restaurant were listening with great interest while eating breakfast!

Everyone in the town knows that this old man often comes here to tell some old stories. The diners love to listen to it, and the restaurant owner is also happy. He will give him a little food every day, and the right is to help him attract customers!

No one knows where this old man got so many stories!

"Hey, old man, I think you are just bragging. Who knows what happened more than ten million years ago?"

Where there are people, there will always be one or two disharmony. Among the diners, a tall and thick man stood up and said to the old man with disdain, "Don't say more than ten million years ago, even a hundred years ago Who can know about it? Are you bragging here, old man?"

All the diners looked at that man, why is this man so annoying? It's all good if the story sounds good, but whether it's true or not? This guy is really a loser.

But seeing the strong and strong appearance of the man, everyone dared not make a sound.

But the old man stopped talking, raised his head, looked listlessly at the man as if he hadn't eaten for several days, "I just tell my story, believe it or not, it's up to you!"

After a pause, the old man said again, "What I said is all recorded in the history books. You ordinary people, how can you hear these heavenly books? I don't know that there are still few gods on Ziyang Mountain who have lived for thousands of years. ?”

In a word, the man was so angry that his face was red and his ears were red. He couldn't help but sneered and said, "You are just a bad old man, how can you compare with the old gods on Ziyang Mountain?"

The old man said, "Young people, since you are ignorant, you should speak less, so as not to make people laugh."

"Okay, you old man, how dare you taunt me? Can't you ask for a beating?" The man was angry, clenched his fists, and wanted to hit someone.

Seeing this, the owner of the restaurant didn't dare to let someone cause trouble in his shop, so he rushed up and pulled the man back, "Please calm down the guest, please calm down the guest, why bother with an old man? Today's meal is my treat. It's not my fault, the guest calm down..."

"What, are you afraid I won't be able to pay you back?" The man stared, grabbed a handful of shell coins from his pocket, and threw them directly on the table, "I'm not afraid to tell you, sir, I came from the north, and I'm here to pay you back." I went to Ziyang Mountain to learn art from a teacher, hmph..."

After finishing speaking, he snorted coldly, glared at the old man, and left angrily.

"Oh, customer, you..." The shop owner quickly grabbed the shell coins and chased him out, but the man had already strode away, so there was no way he could catch up.

Turning around, the owner of the restaurant glared at the old man, "Well, you old taro, I let you eat and drink for free, and you are still ruining my business? I am so mad..."

The old man shook his head, "If you don't welcome me, if I don't come in the future..."

The boss was speechless when he heard the words. To be honest, after the old man came to his restaurant, more people listened to the story, more popularity, and good business. If the old man really didn't come, he really couldn't bear it.

Moreover, I am afraid that the diners will not do it either. Today is just a special situation.

"Okay, okay, tell me what you said, I was wrong, sir." The boss waved his hand helplessly, and continued to work.

The old man raised his eyelids, and there was a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, old taro, what you just said is true?" asked a diner.

The old man pretended to be profound, and said, "It's still the same sentence. Believe it or not is up to you. I only tell my own stories. If you don't like listening to them, please move your butt."

"Of course, ordinary people like us don't understand about gods and demons, but since we are so close to Ziyang Mountain, have any immortals on Ziyang Mountain really lived for tens of thousands of years?" one person asked.

Tens of thousands of years, in this ancient world, the lifespan of ordinary people is far less than that of later generations, usually fifty or sixty years old can be considered a long life, let alone tens of thousands of years, such a lifespan is simply beyond imagination.