Several saints also noticed the contact between Zhunti and Di Jun. They were a little surprised for a while. Did the Styx contact Di Jun? If so, the Heavenly Court will have the Sea of Blood. Taiwan Novel Network → digit𝚠𝚔ｇ𝚗.𝚌═𝚖 The strength of the Styx and the incarnation of the saints can fight for a long time, which is unfathomable. Zhunti's incarnation left the Sea of Blood and looked to the north. Zhen Yuanzi came up empty-handed. The Styx alarmed the Emperor of Heaven. Kunpeng had a grudge against Hongyun. If he could persuade this person, it would be a great help to the West.
"There are so many great masters in the prehistoric world, and I can't find one?" Zhunti was also ruthless. He came out to find someone, so he couldn't return empty-handed. Di Jun left the Sea of Blood and flew to the Heavenly Court. Suddenly, his heart moved, his eyes flashed with two divine lights, and he looked down at Mount Buzhou. I saw that under Mount Buzhou, the human race lived in the valley. There was a tall human race who climbed up a mountain. If that was all, it would not be worth his attention. But that person climbed up the mountain with the Fusang sacred tree. The firebird formed by the law of fire created by Emperor Jun was drilling wood to make fire. "Fire!" The human race looked up at the firebird on the Fusang branch. Watching the little flames ignite and be absorbed by the Fusang tree, his eyes were firm. Hundreds of years ago, the human race discovered that using fire to grill food can make the food more delicious. It's just that the way to get the fire is all accidental. Thunder bombardment. The ground fire is flooding. Or it's the flames spewed by monsters. Once the flames are not well preserved and extinguished, they will lose the source of fire.
The human race heard that there is a sacred tree on a distant mountain. There is a firebird on the sacred tree that can drill out flames. This human race is very curious and full of hope, wanting to get the source of fire for the human race! "Flame!" The man looked up at the branches of the hibiscus tree and saw the firebird drilling the hibiscus tree with its sharp beak, and an orange-yellow flame bloomed. Then it would be absorbed by the hibiscus branches. "I must get the flame for my people, and don't let them endure the cold and eat raw and cold food anymore!" The man gritted his teeth and was extremely determined. He didn't use firewood to start the fire. Instead, he watched the firebird drilling the wood carefully, watching the flame rise and disappear. "Human race, are you going to start controlling the flame?" Emperor Jun saw this scene. He had previously made a divine statement: When the human race learns to use the flame, they will be protected by the law of fire! Emperor Jun is the highest person in the law of fire in the prehistoric world. It was the hibiscus tree he gave again. The human race's luck is vaguely connected with the flame, and it seems that this time they will control the flame! The strongest person in the law of fire naturally has some sense. The man looked for a while, selected a piece of wood on the ground, and turned it on the hibiscus tree. But the hibiscus tree was not something he could drill. Seeing that the man had gone in the wrong direction, Di Jun shook his head. He turned around and turned into an old man in his fifties. He wore a tiger skin and a tiger hat on his head, looking very rough. He landed and came to the Fusang tree. "Young man, what are you doing?" Di Jun asked with curiosity. The man turned around suddenly and saw Di Jun's dress with a bit of respect in his eyes. "Old man, are you here to get fire too?" The human race has no magic or methods.
They can only passively absorb the power between heaven and earth to strengthen their bodies. Although the Taiqing Saint established the human religion, he never passed down the Taoist tradition. It seems that because of the Taiqing Saint, the goddess Nuwa was unwilling to pass down the methods. The human race is a bit like a grandmother who doesn't love her and an uncle who doesn't love her. Everything can only be done by oneself. Those who can wear tiger skins are generally the absolute strong in the tribe. The tigers in the prehistoric world generally know magic. It may be difficult for thousands of human beings to kill a tiger demon. So this man is very respectful. "Haha, that's about right!" Di Jun laughed and walked forward. The man stepped aside to let Di Jun come over. "Are you going to learn to make fire by drilling wood like the firebird?" Di Jun pointed at the firebird above. "Yes!" "I just don't know why I can't drill out the fire." The man shook the firewood in his hand, looking puzzled. Do I have to catch the firebird? If the firebird flies away, how can I get a stable source of fire in the future? "If I really drill out fire, and there is no fire in the future, do I have to come here to find this tree?" "What if the tree falls and the bird dies? How can you make fire!" Di Jun reminded. The man suddenly realized. He just thought about making fire with the same materials, but didn't think about what to do in the future. "Old man, please give me your advice!" The man bowed and saluted with a very sincere attitude. Di Jun raised his mouth, pointed at the firebird, and then pointed at the firewood in the man's hand. "It is just a bird that rotates its long beak and rubs against the tree. The accumulated power produces flames!" "Why don't you try to rub other materials continuously."
Di Jun wanted to teach the human race. He explained some principles of drilling wood to make fire. "Friction?" The man couldn't understand the meaning of this word. But watching the firebird rotate its long beak again and rub against the Fusang tree, an orange flame rose. He seemed to understand something. The man picked up a slightly larger piece of wood and took the original piece of firewood. He imitated the firebird and kept turning. As mentioned earlier, the human race has no methods or spells. But the flesh naturally absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and strengthens the flesh. The ability of the flesh is far more than a hundred times stronger than that of the human race in later generations. As the wood turns, it keeps rubbing and accumulating heat. The tip begins to turn black and the heat slowly dissipates. A wisp of black smoke floats out. The man drilling the wood is full of surprise and continues to exert force. On the Fusang tree, the firebird makes a sharp cry, spreads its wings, and turns its long beak again. The frequencies of the two seem to have merged into one. Puff! An almost inaudible sound rang out, and a wisp of flame floated out of the wood that the man drilled. His face was full of surprise. He grabbed a handful of dead branches next to him and carefully put them on. The dead branches were ignited, and the flames began to grow stronger. "Fire!" "I finally know how to make fire!" The man shouted, holding up the wood, and the flames became more and more vigorous! Above the nine heavens, a golden light stream fell. Ninety percent fell on this man, and one tenth fell on Emperor Jun. Emperor Jun moved his fingertips and put away his merits.
He looked at the Fusang tree and the firebird behind him again, and raised his mouth. The law of fire flowed through his fingertips, igniting the entire Fusang tree. The firebird screamed and became one with the flame of the Fusang tree. The man looked back and was shocked. I saw that the ball of fire, which was more than ten feet high, fell on the piece of firewood in front of him. The firewood was very simple, without any magic. It stands to reason that if you are touched by this kind of fire, you will be burned to dust. But there was a trace of golden halo flowing on the firewood. The man raised the firewood, and it seemed that fire was burning in his eyes. The luck of the human race gathered towards him and the piece of firewood.
