Seeing Qitian's remnant soul entering the depths of the chaotic sea of suffering, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but feel certain in his heart that the emperor of the medieval era, the pillar of the human race, was enslaved by Jialuo.
This was simply a life worse than death.
An insult to the emperor.
The emperors would rather transform themselves into the Heavenly Pillar and be seriously injured and die, but they are shamelessly attacked by Jialuo from behind.
How to resolve this hatred?
All of this needs to be washed away with blood and bones.
If the blood descendants of the four directions of the human race know about it, the same will happen.
This idea is related to the backbone of a race that stands upright on earth.
Returning along the ancient reincarnation road, looking at the broken barriers with a faint green light around them, they exuded a desolate, lonely and decadent atmosphere, just like the human race today.
All living beings reproduce and thrive.
In order to protect the reproduction of ordinary people's blood descendants, the human race has blocked too many secrets and too many fears of foreign races.
In order to unite the hearts of the people, if it weren't for the human warriors who were carrying heavy loads in the dark, perhaps it would have been possible long ago.
A long time ago, there would be accidents or even collapse in the human land.
The spirit and will returned to the original body.
Qingyang Huan sat cross-legged in the cave.
He was also seriously injured in this fight with Douzhan, but he unexpectedly crossed the third reincarnation.
It was indeed an unexpected joy, and he even pulled back the third one.
Six Paths of Reincarnation Gate. animal way The third Samsara Gate is the beast path among the six paths.
Of course, the beasts here refer to the scale insects and armored feathers.
The same Samsara Gate is also very damaged, with a large dark crack running across the entire Samsara Gate.
Some of the broken traces are as dense as spider webs, and there is even a black energy like a black python accumulating in these cracks, which makes people feel ferocious and disgusting.
But now, his strength is not enough to start repairing the Samsara Gate.
There are too many things involved.
"Clang woo woo woo" Feeling Qingyanghuan's spiritual will returning to his true form, Qingming Dao Sword hummed, and his spirit became a little anxious.
Patting the foot-long Dao sword in front of him, Qingyang Huan said: "You have been sent to reincarnation, and your master will return soon to fight Jia Luo again."
Clang Hearing Qingyanghuan's voice, the Qingming Dao Sword suddenly lit up and wandered around his body.
When it fell again, it fell into his hand.
Compared with Qingming Dao Sword's simple intelligence, the Flame Dragon did not follow him.
Instead, he entered the depths of a wilderness mountain range in the Southern Wilderness alone, choosing to lie dormant, waiting for Qitian's reincarnation to return again.
"It's really strange.
Didn't even the emperor of your human race die at the end of the Middle Ages?"
Gui Buxian showed a hint of doubt and said with some unfinished meaning.
However, they cannot find the answer to this question.
Over the long years of the Middle Ancient Road, too many secrets have been covered up intentionally or unintentionally, or have been submerged in the long river of time.
Now they are not qualified to control the world.
Ups and downs, you can only passively drift with the tide.
A few days later, Qingyang Huan recovered from his wounds, and he returned to Emperor Dayu's Palace with Gui Buxian.
Half a year passed in a flash.
Four months ago, the Holy Face Goddess, escorted by black-armored warriors, passed through the super void moving formation of Emperor Yu's Palace and entered the Sword Emperor's Palace, the ancestral land of the human race.
At the same time, Xiong Jiudai was also taken away.
This Bear Ancestor must be more important in the hearts of some older generations of warriors in the Sword Emperor Palace than the Holy Face Goddess, even if it is just a stupid bear that eats and sleeps.
The journey of the same young warriors from the Southwest to the Central Region of the Southern Wilderness also spread back to the vast mountains and rivers of the Southwest.
However, the news was mixed.
The more than a hundred young warriors from the Southwest who entered the Palace of Emperor Yu, were short-lived.
In just six months, it lost more than one-third.
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The Silver Dragon Spear Leng Yue and Qian Kun Mountain, who had fought with him and conquered the foreign races side by side, all fell on the Southern Wilderness.
Moreover, they had just set foot in the Southern Wilderness Central Territory, and they still had a long journey to the distant ancestral land of the human race. .
All over the world, the hostile races of the human race spare no effort to intercept and kill the young and powerful human race.
Of course, the same is true for the human race.
However, under such a brutal conquest, it can be said that they are competing with each other.
One day, they will be unable to make ends meet, and there will be a gap among warriors.
At that time, the real big crisis will begin.
The entire Southern Wilderness is huge, with a population of no less than one trillion.
Taking a hundred years as a cycle, the Southwest Land can only count over a hundred people if it is full.
We also need to include some warriors who have been ups and downs for hundreds of years.
In this way Counting the total number of talented warriors in the entire southern wilderness, there are only seven or eight hundred people.
Such consumption has put the human race on the verge of collapse, but they can only try their best to maintain it.
If the older generation of the human race takes action regardless of their status, then the alien races in the world will naturally not care about anything.
The destructive power of a king is enough to penetrate millions of miles of mountains and rivers, and strike across the endless starry sky.
If it triggers a melee between kings, it is not polite to say that it may sink the entire southwestern land, and billions of human beings will bleed into the wilderness.
This does not even require the intervention of the Great Emperor.
Half of the human race is enough to be destroyed into a land of ruins.
Perhaps the human race is also praying for a miracle to be born.
During such a costly expedition of young warriors, some human race's genius rose up against the sky and led the silent human race. rise.
A strong man starts from a humble beginning, but is like a carp jumping over a dragon gate, wanting to fly into the sky, but he doesn't know that outside the dragon gate, there are thousands of carps that have become the nourishment of the dragon gate.
Everyone only saw the strong men who rose from the humble beginnings, but it was difficult to see clearly how many warriors who rose from the humble beginnings were once again buried in the humble beginnings.
Fire Tower.
The departure of Shengyan Tiannu and the protection of her tribal relatives made Qingyang Huan feel at peace.
He has been practicing quietly in the Xinhuo Tower for more than half a year, and there are two warriors with profound cultivation beside him.
Naturally, he will not If you miss the opportunity, ask for advice from time to time.
Now the guardians of the Fire Tower and the tomb guards hid when they saw him.
Who is this person?
Come on, practice your practice.
Don’t I stop cultivating?
It’s true that I am a king.
My life span is long, but I have lived for tens of thousands of years.
My life span is getting longer and faster.
It's the end.
I have never seen such a shameless person.
"Senior, thank you for your teachings these days.
Qingyang is grateful from the bottom of his heart."
Deep in the Xinhuo Tower, Qingyang Huan said with a solemn look.
These days have been really good for him.
If he has questions about cultivation or even some secrets in the wilderness, as long as he is not cultivating, he will come to visit the two great warriors, as if he is asking for advice humbly.
From the land of the human race to the forces of various races outside the surrounding human race area, he inquired about everything.
It can be said that the inventory in the hearts of these two old guys was almost emptied.
"No need, that's all I know."
Seeing Qing Yanghuan's appearance, Bai Laogui said angrily. clang Soon a sonorous sword sound came, and the black armor also appeared in front of Qingyang Huan, but the aura flowing out of him was not very good-looking.
I had never seen him so shameless.
About two months ago, Qingyang Huan suddenly came to his senses and figured out that the Sword Emperor Palace already knew his details, and immediately came to him with the Sword Emperor Order.
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The most critical thing is that the Sword Emperor Token in Qingyang Huan's hand is not the Sword Emperor Token forged by the contemporary Sword Emperor, nor the Sword Emperor Token of past generations of Sword Emperors, but the first Sword Emperor Token forged by the first generation of Sword Emperors in the Sword Emperor Palace.
This little bastard started to take revenge on him, Hei Jia Yin, for going to Xiaomanghuang Continent.
Of course, he wouldn't say "little bastard" openly.
After all, this is his little ancestor, and he is still a restless little ancestor.
The first generation Sword Emperor Order was forged by the Sword Master's direct son, Aotian Sword Emperor.
There were only three of them at the beginning, and the other two have long since disappeared in the years.
This is the only one left.
I really don't know where Qingyang Huan is.
Where did you get it?
Even if he is a king, he is a majestic and suppressive existence to the outside world, but in the Sword Emperor Palace and the master sect, he still cannot refute anything.
Don't say that he, even the contemporary Sword Emperor, has to bow down.
Holding the first-generation Sword Emperor Order is equivalent to holding a Shangfang sword.
Qingyang Huan told him the secrets from the establishment of the Sword Emperor Palace to the present, and then left with a smile.
In the end, he did not forget to shake the Sword Emperor Token and said that if his little woman was wronged, he would use this Sword Emperor Token to spank someone.
Listen to what the hell this is Someone, knowing that the Sword Emperor is irreversible, must have said this deliberately.
Do you really dare to spank the Sword Emperor?
"No need to be formal, are we leaving?"
Seeing Hei Jia's arrival, Qingyang Huan made a sound, which immediately made Hei Jia's breath stagnant.
When Bai Laogui saw the scene in front of him, he immediately brushed his white beard and smiled as if he didn't see anything.
"Let's go, let's go to the Southern Desert Sky Island to meet up with those from other regions."
Suddenly, Old Ghost Bai spoke out.
Woo woo woo At this sudden moment, the sound of horns sounded from the depths of Emperor Yu's palace.
The sound swept through the world and went straight into the sky, carrying a sonorous killing force.
"This is" Standing on the Xinhuo Tower, following the direction of Bai Laogui's finger, Qingyang Huan looked towards the depths of the Emperor Yu's Palace.
In the distance, there was an array of about ten thousand warriors, holding swords flashing with green light in their hands. horn.
The sound of the trumpet was like thunder, and the green light gathered in the sky, manifesting a battle picture of an armed and iron horse.
Nearly ten thousand warriors held halberds or swords, or carried iron swords on their backs, and the aura of iron blood penetrated the sky.
"Those are the warriors from Emperor Dayu's clan.
They are seeing you off."
"why" Qing Yanghuan groaned subconsciously.
At this moment, the imperial palace was shrouded in green light, and a sense of chilling arose.
Whether it was the old white ghost or the black armor, all the warriors in Emperor Yu's palace who heard the sound of the horn dropped what they were doing and stared with bated breath.
"The burden of the people of Tianwai Continent lies in your hands.
Those who serve as firebrands should receive this honor."
Woo woo woo Thousands of miles away from the Fire Tower, an old man with a broken body walked over.
His body was as dry as a tree root, but his eyes were as bright as the sun and the moon.
He held a curved horn in his hand, and the soldiers inside The soul was stirred and made a whimpering sound, illuminating a blood-stained blue sky
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