The Great Desolation: At the beginning of the game, the sacrificial interpretation of the teaching i

Patriarch Kunpeng was a cautious person, he knew that it would not be easy for him to come out to the wilderness.

So he either doesn't do it, or he must do it to satisfy the world.

"Too long, too long..."

Ancestor Kunpeng looked at the sky, the land, and the palace that he could see clearly in his eyes, and recalled his glorious years.

"People in the world are forgetful, but they shouldn't forget me, Kunpeng!"

"I, Kunpeng, listened to the holy way, created the demon text, became a demon saint, and killed ancestor witches. How many people in the world can achieve such great achievements!"

"The world is foolish..."

The Kunpeng patriarch muttered to himself, how long he has been struggling, how unhappy he feels.

Especially when I heard that a little human prince dared to use himself to fight.

Kunpeng even felt that he should come out and do something so that the world would remember that there was such a figure as him in the distant ancient times.

An existence no less than the saints of the heavens!

Of course, Patriarch Kunpeng has never been a reckless person. Ever since he left Beihai, he has been inquiring and observing all the way, so he also knows the current situation of the human race.

But these are not enough for him to dispel the punishment of Wu Geng and take this opportunity to revive his name.

In his opinion, even if the prince of the human race has many means, it is through the general trend and the luck of the human race.

Even if there is no such calamity, if the leader of the three religions is afraid, the things he has done against the three religions are enough to reincarnate for a hundred lives.

So now how powerful and capable Wu Geng is passed on in the prehistoric world, in the eyes of Kunpeng's ancestor, this is a little cub of the human race.

A cub that he didn't even eat back then.

A little cub who is only worthy of being used as material for making swords.

Such a little cub, how lucky he was, to be able to let himself run out and kill him.

Of course, the Kunpeng patriarch would not do anything in Chaoge, after all, this is the place where the humane golden dragon lies.

The humane golden dragon is still very hanging.

But it's just a humane hoist.

Not the Golden Dragon Hanging.

"These human races are really trash. What are dragons? They are just a tool for my ancestor to beat teeth. I even erected them as totems and turned human beings into golden dragons. Hmph, if I knew that they would be the protagonists of the world one day, I should have let them Respect me and stand me up!"

In the eyes of Kunpeng Patriarch, it is a pity that the Human Dao consecrates the Golden Dragon, and it should be transformed into its Kunpeng appearance, that is, the Human Dao Jin Kunpeng!

It's a pity, who would have thought that when they were so weak that they had to rely on the protection of the witch clan, any big monster could swallow millions of human races in one breath, and today they would become the protagonists of the entire prehistoric world, and all creatures revolved around them!

But Kunpeng Patriarch is a bit self righteous at the moment.

Don't look at him, one bite at a time is just his own final food.

But in the Longhan period, when the dragon wind and unicorn were the protagonists of the world, let alone the monster clan, even the hundreds of clans had to face the dragon, trembling with fear.

Any little dragon that came out could cause hundreds of clans to flee desperately.

At that time, there was no clear division between the East and the West because of the subsequent dispute over the magic way, so the prehistoric world that was divided in the early days of Pangu was actually a playground for the three clans of dragon, phoenix and unicorn.

The only ones who can be rivals are their respective three races.

Demon clan?

I don't know if it's the younger brother or the grandson.

Even he, Kunpeng, still hid in the North Sea back then and dared not take form, for fear of losing his innate protection.

So later when the lich gained power, Kunpeng liked to find dragons to eat, not so much because he really liked the bite, but because he wanted to overcome the shadow of his childhood and prove his strength.

The same is true today.

The monster race has also lost power, and in the eyes of the human race, it is also food.

Without the identity of the protagonist of Tiandi, any past tense is that a hairless phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken.

It's a pity that Kunpeng couldn't understand this point.

Maybe even if you understand it, you don’t want to understand it.

After all, how many people can calmly face their past.

So today, he Kunpeng came.

Come to Chaoge to settle accounts with that human prince who dared to arrange himself!

Just tell Hong Huang that I, Kunpeng, am not only alive, but also as powerful and cruel as ever, you should be in awe!

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"That rotten bird man didn't dare to do it?¨?"

Ever since he knew that Kunpeng wanted to find him, Wu Geng had given this guy many chances.

First, he lived in an unattended side hall for several days in a row.

Then he appeared on the street majestically for several consecutive days.

Well now, even if he came out alone and chose a secluded and remote place to fish, this rotten birdman didn't make a move.

"Should I look up to him, or look down on him?"

Wu Geng shook his head, knowing what Kunpeng was worried about, so he didn't dare to do anything in Chaoge City.

So, you can say that he is awesome, he has been dormant in the dark for so long without making a move.

You say he is not awesome, he has been dormant in the dark for so long without making a move.

"Sorry, it's my problem, I failed to give you a safe atmosphere."

Thinking of this, Wu Geng decided to find an excuse to leave the city.

Of course, it would be too abrupt to travel alone, so he chose Huang Feihu to accompany him as usual, and then asked the soldiers to carry the pots and stoves, pretending to be a daily traveler.

"Look, the third prince is going to sacrifice again!"

"The third prince is really a sacrificial madman, where are you going this time?"

"I guess it's the Nuwa Temple. The third prince likes to go to the Nuwa Temple the most."

"No, I guess this time it's the Human Palace, the third prince respects the sages very much!"

"But the Nuwa Temple and the Renhuang Palace are not to the west."

There was a lot of discussion on the street, not only the people of the ethnic group, but also the disciples of the three religions who came to Chaoge to play.

The current human society is updated every day, and all kinds of new things emerge one after another, which makes many disciples of the three religions linger and forget to return.

At this time, a Taoist came in and asked, "Does the third prince often go out to sacrifice?"

"Too often!"

As soon as the people next to him heard this, they knew that this guy was from outside, and they didn't even know the title of the Third Prince Sacrificial Mad Demon.

"Sacrificing sacrifices is one of the third prince's few hobbies."

"Another hobby is watching dancing."

"That's right, that's the third prince's hobby, plain and ordinary."

When Kunpeng Patriarch heard this, he smiled at the corner of his mouth: That's it.

Soon, he was hanging far away and followed Wu Geng's team out of the city.

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"Third Prince, please stay!"

Seeing that if we go any further, we will reach another human town, the ancestor Kunpeng finally appeared stepping on the auspicious clouds.

However, this guy was still cautious, and only appeared in the rear pretending to be a Taoist.

Wucheng Wang Huang Feihu pressed the Xuanyuan Sword on his waist with one hand, and shouted: "Who will stop Wang Jia!"

The ancestor Kunpeng laughed: "But the third prince is face to face, and the poor Dao Jinpeng, I don't know where the third prince is going?"

Wu Geng smiled inwardly, returning Jinpeng, why don't you call Cai Kun, this is more appropriate.

"The prince is about to send a friend to the west, what's the matter with you?"

Wu Geng put his hand on Mo Qilin's saddle, deliberately showing that expression of disdain in his eyes.

Sure enough, the ancestor of Kunpeng was very upset, but he still smiled and said: "I heard that the third prince is recruiting a doctor of Xiuxian. He is poor and not talented, so I recommend him."

Ha ha.

Wu Geng smiled slightly: "Okay, let's go to talent."

On, on talent? !

Patriarch Kunpeng was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what this meant.

At this moment, Wu Geng looked strange: "Didn't the Taoist priest say that you are here to apply for the job? If you don't have any talent, how can you let me know what your specialties are?"

It turned out to be the case.

The ancestor of Kunpeng smiled sinisterly: "Poverty's specialty is eating."

Wu Geng's eyes lit up: "What a coincidence? This king's hobby is also eating. I didn't expect to be a fellow!"

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This time Kunpeng was stunned again, not knowing what to say next.

On the contrary, Wu Geng continued: "The Taoist priest has seen these things that this king is driving with. They are all specially made by this king for eating. Come, come, and this king will introduce them to you."

After finishing speaking, let the soldiers line up those big cauldrons and cauldrons.

"This is an oven, specially used for baking..."

"It's steamed..."

"It's fried..."

"This is..."

At the end of the introduction, Wu Geng clapped the fire essence clay pot in his hand: "This thing is the best, it can be large or small, and the temperature is balanced. It is most suitable for stewing. By the way, what is the Taoist priest's favorite food? "

The ancestor of Kunpeng did not expect to be involved in such a topic.

However, he is not yet sure about the action, mainly to observe whether there are any ambushes around him.

After all, be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years.

So when he heard Wu Geng discussing food with himself so proactively and enthusiastically, he also laughed and said: "Pin Dao likes to eat dragons the most since he was a child."

"Really? Daoist actually likes to eat dragons!"

The ancestor of Kunpeng caressed his beard and smiled: "Of course, when I was young, I was happy with all dragons, and I would not eat anything but dragons. I ate three hundred dragons every day. Everyone knows that I am Kun, and my name is Jinpeng."

Wu Geng praised: "This king has also eaten some golden dragons and Jiaolongs. They should not be as comprehensive as Taoist priests. I have tasted every race. It seems that Taoist priests are also reclusive masters. By the way, I don't know where they came from." Come."

Ancestor Kunpeng smiled slightly: "The Poor Dao comes from the North Sea."

He reported his family background because he wanted Wu Geng to remember who he had offended in Beihai later.

But Wu Geng and his Kunpeng are obviously not on the same line. Hearing that Kunpeng came from Beihai, he still thinks of eating.

"Really? The Taoist priest came from Beihai. I heard that there is a food in the North Sea that is more delicious than dragon meat. I don't know if the Taoist priest has eaten it."

Something more delicious than dragon meat in the North Sea?

Kunpeng thought for a while, and said, "The third prince said, is it the mysterious turtle?"

The northern black tortoise is not just the one that mends the sky, it is just the most famous one.

In fact, the north is the place where turtles breed most, and in the North Sea, the most famous one is of course the black turtle.

But Kunpeng seldom eats that stuff, mainly because the shells of black tortoises are too hard, and you have to open their shells to eat them, which is not as convenient as eating dragons.

"It's more delicious than the black tortoise. It can be steamed, cooked, potted or baked."