The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

The human history of the earth, from AD to AD, even including several civilizations that may have been annihilated in history, the total historical span is only about 1 years.

Hell, on the other hand, mainly exists in Western myths and legends.

The emergence of Western civilization is much later than Eastern civilization, and it can definitely be found in the 1-year time span of human civilization on Earth.

On the top, there are four peak quasi-sages such as Kunpeng, and on the bottom, there are Wen Zhongshang Rong Bigan and other civil and military officials who are doing their best. There are tens of thousands of troops guarding the borders on the four sides of the border. Zhao Hao is not worried about the period of his departure. In time, there will be another disturbance in the country.

Moreover, after entering the long river of time, the time flow speed of the two time-spaces is completely different. Maybe staying in that time for tens of thousands of years, in the time-space of Conferred God, it is only a few days.

The time and space he went to Earth this time was to find Houtu, let alone delay too much time.

"Xiao Ling, open the time node."

Following Zhao Hao's order, a passage leading to the River of Time was opened in Lanting Palace, and the power of the little spirit wrapped Zhao Hao and entered this passage, and finally, entered the River of Time again.

Today's Zhao Hao already has the cultivation base of Yasheng. Even without the protection of Xiaoling's power, he can travel in the long river of time with ease, as long as he doesn't encounter the most terrifying time turbulence.

"Xiao Ling, Earth, from 5000 AD to 3000 AD, help me find out the space coordinates." The drop of blood essence belonging to Houtu appeared between Zhao Hao's palms.

"Okay, host."

Shuttle aimlessly in this long river of time, Zhao Hao waited for Xiaoling's reply.

"The space coordinates have been locked, and the time is two hundred years in 3000 AD." After waiting for a long time, Xiao Ling did not disappoint Zhao Hao after all, and locked the exact space-time coordinates.

AD 3000 two hundred years, during this period of time, the west seems to be in the darkest period, during this period, human beings are still the dolls of many gods, and all kinds of black and white gods and ghosts are wreaking havoc in that world.

On a branch of the long river of time, a time node was opened, and through this time node, Zhao Hao entered the connected time and space.

After coming out of the time node, the person stood in the void, looking down, it was a mountain range shrouded in cold air, and below the mountain range were several dilapidated villages.

In the distance of the mountains, there is a big river, and on the bank of the big river, a towering castle stands.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, Zhao Hao didn't need to check again to know that this place must be the western world in ancient times.

At dusk, the world is deserted and deserted, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Zhao Hao faded the aura of Yasheng, turned into the face of an ordinary Westerner, and landed in a field outside a village.

The entire village was surrounded by a wall, and in front of the gate made of wooden fences, several soldiers in leather armor were patrolling.

In the bodies of these burly fighters, Zhao Hao saw a flow of power, which was completely different from that of martial arts practitioners and monks. This kind of power was very sharp and full of aggression.

Is it grudge?

In the prehistoric world, there is no such power as dou qi, so Zhao Hao is only guessing and cannot be [-]% sure.

"Who?" After seeing Zhao Hao, several soldiers at the gate came up with big axes in their hands and asked coldly.

"Sorry to bother you, I am a wanderer from the far north." Zhao Hao's attire at this time is completely based on the disguise of those wandering warriors in Western Century movies in his previous life. As for whether he can deceive these people, it is not clear Clear.

"Go and ask the village chief and master to come here." The leading soldier ordered to a soldier behind him.

The soldier put away his weapon and quickly ran back inside the wall.

Soon, an old man in sackcloth and an old man in a long robe, a mage hat, and a staff in hand, surrounded by a group of warriors, came out of the wall.

Zhao Hao's eyes fell on the old man dressed as a mage, who obviously carried the aura of mana and rules.

Although, in his opinion, this kind of mana rule is weak and vulnerable, but to mortals, it is already a very strong existence, equivalent to a monk who refines Qi and turns into a god.

In such an ordinary small village, there is a sorcerer who is equivalent to refining Qi and transforming gods. It seems that the Western world in this time and space should not be weak, and there must be superpowers among them.

"Outlander, where did you come from?" The sorcerer stepped forward, looked at Zhao Hao, and asked.

"Dear mage, my hometown is in the cold northern land. Not long ago, our village was attacked by terrible monsters, and I had to leave there to wander around." Zhao Hao replied with his right hand in front of his chest. .

Originally, he could have imprisoned the entire village with Taoist magical powers and directly read the memories of these people, but he did not do so.

In his previous life, as a dead house, he was still very curious about the medieval west. He had imagined that one day he would travel to the ancient west and become a dragon-slaying warrior.

Now that he really came to the ancient western world, he naturally wanted to have fun and experience the life of the ancient western world.

"Well, you can spend the night in our village, but you have to leave when the sun rises tomorrow." The mage obviously thought that Zhao Hao was not a threat, so he agreed to let Zhao Hao stay in the village.

A mage with mana obviously has a transcendent status in this time and space. After the mage spoke, even the village chief didn't dare to refute.

Just like that, Zhao Hao entered the wall.

Inside the huge wall, hundreds of low wooden houses stand scatteredly. In the center is a building made of stone. In front of this only stone building, stands a statue of a god. This should be used by the villagers. Temples dedicated to the gods.

Zhao Hao was temporarily placed in a widow's house. It is said that the widow's man died in the previous battle with the undead.