Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 1 continues my legacy.avenge me

In a daze, Zhang Yang opened his eyes, and in front of him was a lush, towering tree, luxuriant grass, towering strange rocks, hazy white mist, shrouded in this piece of land, and golden sunlight, like a nine-day fairyland.

"Where is this? Why am I here?" Zhang Yang was puzzled, and couldn't help but want to move his body, but he didn't move.

Suddenly, a huge amount of information could not be explained, and all of them flooded into Zhang Yang's mind. Zhang Yang passed out from the pain, and saw a picture in his dream.

Not long after the sky opened, a golden seed flew from the chaos and fell into a mountain that towered above the sky. It can be bred for tens of thousands of years to absorb the sun and essence.The small bean sprouts grow up slowly and become a gourd vine exuding dark yellow.

Seven gourds of different colors were connected to the vine, emitting red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple rays of light. I don't know how long it took, when the gourds matured and the gourd vines rejoiced that they could transform themselves, suddenly the seven Taoists Descending from the sky, men and women, old and young, or stepping on the clouds, or riding the light, came to the gourd vine with seven gourds of different colors on it.

Seeing the colorful gourd, the seven Taoists were overjoyed and congratulated each other. One of the old men in white went up to pick off a golden gourd. The gourd vine wanted to beg for mercy, but couldn't open his mouth. The source of the vine was instantly reduced by [-]%.

Then the middle-aged man in the big red Taoist robe picked up the red gourd with a smile, and watched as Ben Yuan lost [-]% again, and the gourd vine's heart dripped with blood, but he couldn't do anything.

A young man wearing a golden robe exuding supreme majesty and holding a golden bell took the third white gourd.

The green gourd was picked by the only woman among the seven Taoists.

The green gourds were picked off by young men with swords on their backs, and the yellow gourds were picked off by children dressed as boys.

When the last black gourd was picked off by a middle-aged man in a white Taoist robe.The original source of the gourd vine has been reduced by [-]%, and the branches and leaves have begun to wither and fall, which is extremely miserable.

The fruit of tens of thousands of years was obtained by others, and the original anger and unwillingness of the gourd vine turned into boundless hatred in an instant, and firmly remembered the figure of every person who picked the gourd. If there is a chance, he will avenge this in the future. ． ． ． ． ． ． ．
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"Heaven, earth! Give me some breath!..." Zhang Yang looked up at the sky speechlessly, stretching the dark yellow branches and leaves all over his body to meet the golden sunlight.

crossed!
Yes, Zhang Yang was sure that he had crossed over.

Time travel in novels is very popular, but it is the first time for Zhang Yang to experience it in reality.

It doesn't matter if you don't become the legendary god, at least you can become a prince and grandson, no matter how wealthy and wealthy you are, you can become a half-dead tree, you want to live, you don't have a life, you need taste, and you don't have much taste. It's worse than an otaku calabash vine.

Zhang Yang was speechless.

Zhang Yang is a young man with "three noes", no house, no car, no bank deposits, he has done nothing for several years after graduating from university. When I wanted to hide in the supermarket to avoid the wind, I was suddenly struck by a purple lightning in the sky, and when my eyes went dark, I didn't know anything.

After waking up, it becomes the image of this dying withered gourd vine!
Zhang Yang was very helpless, he accepted his current identity, and he couldn't accept it, because Zhang Yang had no other choice, let the dead vines be the dead vines, it's better to live than to die.

Besides, this is the ancient prehistoric world, the era of great gods flying all over the sky, and the era of liches fighting for hegemony, such a wonderful era, if you don't go out and experience it, you will be really sorry for your status as a time traveler.

After thinking it over in his mind, Zhang Yang felt a lot more relaxed all over his body. At this moment, an ancient thought suddenly came to Zhang Yang's mind: "Accept my inheritance and avenge me!"

"Who?" Zhang Yang was taken aback, and the nerves of his whole body shrank instantly. In his current state, any monster or something could kill him, so it's no wonder he wasn't nervous.

"I am Taoist Fulu." The ancient idea came again.

"Taoist Fulu?" Zhang Yang was surprised, Fulu, gourd, could it be the wisdom of this gourd vine?not good!He's not dead yet, so what should I do?Zhang Yang was terrified, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, he quickly analyzed the current situation, and thought about how to deal with the current crisis.

"Don't be afraid, my soul has dissipated. This is the last bit of obsession." Taoist Fu Lu's words came again.

"What can I do for Senior?" Zhang Yang couldn't figure out the other party's purpose, and Zhang Yang couldn't feel the other party's killing intent. He relaxed a lot, but he was still vigilant, so he tried to ask.

"Accept my inheritance. Avenge me!" Taoist Fulu resolutely said with resentment in his heart.

"Revenge for what? Who are you looking for?" Zhang Yang asked casually before he could react for a while.

"Kill the person who picked the gourd on my body." Taoist Fulu passed on the portraits of seven people to Zhang Yang.

Seeing the faces of the seven people clearly, and thinking about the myths and legends of the previous life, Zhang Yang understood this time, couldn't help swallowing, and was shocked in his heart: "Kill them? I really hanged myself on the birthday tree, looking for death!"

Gourd Vine may not know who those seven people are, but Zhang Yang knows that four of the seven people are saints. According to the legend of the Three Qing Dynasty, Pangu Yuanshen was transformed into the future God-ordained saint. Clan saints, these four people, as long as they are not sanctified, they will never be offended.

Taiyi, Hongyun is okay, they will die in the near future, Zhang Yang doesn't know who the remaining little boy is, just these people, that person who stomps his feet and trembles three times in the prehistoric world, what inheritance does he have? Compared with the four sages, and searched the entire prehistoric world, I am afraid that apart from the Three Treasures of Kaitian, there is really nothing that can compare.

This made Zhang Yang take revenge, it would be better to kill him, so without thinking about it, Zhang Yang directly refused, this matter is definitely not a joke about his life.

"Senior, I can't agree to this matter, you'd better be wise!"

"Are you sure you don't want to go? Are you not afraid that I will erase your soul? Let your soul be scattered, and you will never be reborn forever. You must know that accepting my inheritance and ensuring you become a saint and become a Taoist is not difficult." The ancient idea tempted again.

"I don't want to erase the soul." Zhang Yang's heart trembled, but his attitude remained firm.

joke?

Sanqing, Nuwa, Taiyi, that man who is not a man who disturbed history, why should he fight against them?Just relying on a few words of inheritance he didn't know?Zhang Yang wasn't that stupid yet.

In fact, Zhang Yang was also betting that he would not dare to kill himself!

Because if he wanted to kill himself, he wouldn't talk nonsense at all, let alone accept my inheritance and avenge me from the very beginning!Although it is such an adventure, it is better than being at the mercy of others. Going forward to face the Four Sages, the road is slim, and retreating is dangerous, but there may be a chance of life, so Zhang Yang simply took a gamble.

"Really? I'll just see how hard your bones are!" The ancient idea snorted coldly, and an aura that changed the color of the situation instantly pressed on Zhang Yang's soul.

"boom!"

Zhang Yang's soul trembled, as if he felt an invisible mountain pressing on his body, making him unable to breathe, his soul gradually showed some signs of laxity, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy, but Zhang Yang still did not give in.

Seeing that Zhang Yang's soul was about to crack, and when the invisible pressure suddenly disappeared when he was about to lose his hold, Zhang Yang also let out a sigh of relief: "We have passed this test."

"Hehe, you have the backbone. Since this is the case, let's change the condition." The ancient idea did not expect Zhang Yang to be so stubborn, he would rather die than surrender, he remained silent for a while, and said again.

"That's the right bet." Zhang Yang let out a long breath, secretly happy in his heart, if he chooses to kill the Four Sages, the standard ten deaths and no lives, let alone whether he can be killed, even if he can be killed, there is still a Hongjun on it, Hong Jun was the first to refuse.

The ancient idea obviously does not have the ability to kill the Four Sages, otherwise it would not find a successor, and if it asks for itself, the chance of death is very small, so Zhang Yang bet on the ancient idea that he would not dare to kill himself.The bet turned out to be correct.

"What conditions?" Zhang Yang also calmed down at this moment.

"Help me resurrect." The ancient idea spoke out again.

"Resurrection? How to resurrect?" Zhang Yang frowned tightly. Although he didn't practice, he knew that resurrection was not easy, especially for a person who had lost his soul.

"It's very simple. Gather seven gourds and find the magic water, and I can be resurrected." The ancient idea came again.

"Okay, I promise you." Zhang Yang thought about it back and forth and found that there was no problem, so he agreed.

Suddenly a message came again, countless runes came, and they were printed on Zhang Yang's soul, and the voice of the ancient idea gradually faded away: "Okay, take my inheritance and fulfill your promise..."

Everyone has their own prehistoric dreams, and so do I. How about the prehistoric world, I need your advice and support
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