The dense purple energy of the human race belongs to the destiny of the human race.
It was born in the dark blood era before ancient times.
After a long period of time, it has been passed down to the present.
The inheritance of the human race is endless, and the destiny of humanity is immortal.
Even now, due to the defeat of the human race, the destiny of humanity has undergone some unforeseen changes, but the destiny of humanity still supports the great trend of the entire human race.
A wisp of purple energy penetrated the mountain forest soaked in blood energy, and it was immediately noticed.
Not long after Qing Yanghuan left, the void above the Blood Soul Mountain Range suddenly shattered.
Without the slightest warning, it was knocked open by a big hand.
The shattered space spread for thousands of miles, and the terrifying aura made the mountain range seem to be affected.
After the rolling, the earth seemed to sink several feet downward.
A figure wearing black armor squeezed out of the dim cave world, and his body seemed to crowd the dim cave world behind him.
A pair of eyes looked down at the entire void from the top of the sky.
Every tree and every grain of gravel did not escape these eyes, and finally landed on the place where Qingyang Huan found Xue'er.
"The evil obstacles are causing trouble, and even if you die, you will not be able to live."
The majestic sound of heaven was like a decree.
In an instant, the mountain forest suddenly dimmed.
A huge hand came out of the cave and completely destroyed the mountain forest.
"King of Black Sparkle" "Meet the King" The next moment, in the depths of the Blood Soul Mountain Range, from the fortresses standing on the mountaintops, shouts came out, and figures with big hands on their tails knelt on the ground, with a look of awe in their eyes.
Qingyang Huan, who escaped from the Three Hands Domain, also felt a wave of heart palpitations coming on.
This kind of heart palpitations was the same as when King Hai Xie took action to suppress him, but at this moment he escaped early, so this feeling was not like last time.
A life and death crisis.
Xue'er, who was leaning in his arms, had a pair of eyes that were also blood-red, looking curiously at the surrounding mountains, rivers and land.
Her body was still a little timid, and she shrank towards Qingyang Huan's arms.
She was a spirit body, born from the thoughts of thousands of wronged souls.
Her senses were extremely sharp, and she could feel that Qingyang Huan had no ill intentions.
"My name is Xue'er.
Grandpa said it's blood."
"Uncle said it is the blood of the human race."
"Grandma said it was the blood of a blood feud."
Looking at the little guy's pitiful big eyes, Qingyang Huan slowly suppressed the excitement in his heart.
If he escapes this time, one day he will level the Blood Soul Mountain Range.
The Three-Handed Clan uses human blood and bones as a guide to extract flesh, flesh and soul to train the warriors in their clan.
This hatred needs to be washed away with blood and bones.
In a sense, Xuer is the continuation of the lives of the human race who were slaughtered deep in the Blood Soul Mountain Range.
They were unwilling and resentful, and their remaining souls turned into resentful spirits, but in the end they gave birth to blood children.
The new blood children have no resentment, their minds are pure and flawless, and they have an enviable spiritual body.
Perhaps this is the last long-cherished wish of the deceased human race.
"Let's go back to Canglan Island.
Wan Jian must have almost finished building the divine chain."
Taking Gui Buxian with him, Qingyang Huan disappeared into the vast mountains and forests, heading towards the vast sea.
"Let's start with the three-handed clan"
Biting murderous intent came out of Qingyang Huan's mouth word by word.
He already understood why there were only a few tens of millions of blood descendants of the clansmen in the Three Hands Domain, which was comparable in area to the four human kingdoms.
Jialuo is very particular about retribution.
Putting down the butcher's knife is bullshit in his opinion.
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A blood feud can only be washed away with blood and bones.
If someone bites him, he will bite him back.
Returning to Canglan Island, Elder Wan Jian opened a cave under the largest volcano on the island, penetrated the earth's veins and triggered the flames.
Above the flame is a huge red copper cauldron, sitting on the fire mouth below.
Wan Jun is sitting cross-legged outside the copper cauldron.
Even if Qingyang Huan appears, he does not open his eyes.
Seeing that Wan Jun had no intention of waking up, Qingyang Huan didn't bother him.
He was troubled by another thing.
Canglan Island was too desolate, and no one could even be seen, let alone a place to live.
In the words of Gui Buxian, it was the dignified Xinhuo Temple, which would become famous in the future.
It's ridiculous to think that you want to live in a cave.
What's more, there is another thing now, and that is Xue'er.
This little guy needs someone to take care of him, right?
"Why don't we let the remaining human races on Wanghai Island come over?"
Gui Buxian spoke up.
However, Qingyang Huan did not answer him directly.
He had his own considerations.
Wanghai Island was immobile because of the depiction of the Jingwei divine bird, not to mention the many feathered spirit fruit trees that always needed someone to take care of them.
Otherwise, he wouldn't think about rebuilding the Wanghai Department.
Compared with the Feathered Spirit Fruit Tree, which was raised by the blood and bones of the human race, he would not like it at all.
After a while, Gui Buxian also thought of this and said: "Do you really believe that Jingwei will return?"
Hearing this, Qing Yanghuan's mouth curved and he said: "There are no absolutes in things in this world, don't you think so?"
Hearing what Qing Yanghuan said, Gui Buxian naturally understood the meaning of the words.
"Since the human race on Wanghai Island cannot move, then gather the remaining human races scattered on the islands in the nearby sea and move them to Canglan Island.
At least the main hall and towers on the island must be cast."
"Master of the Palace, my subordinates have lived up to their orders and created a total of sixteen azure divine chains."
Two days later, Wan Jun appeared and handed Qing Yanghuan's hands a chain of divine chains that looked like a big blue dragon and shone with mysterious Taoism.
"Elder Wan Jian, dig out the mineral veins as soon as possible and build the warship."
Qingyanghuan had already given the skeleton of the Obsidian Dragon Whale to Wan Jun.
Wan Jun also knew that Qingyang Huan was so eager to use warships to migrate inland to migrate the human blood descendants.
When he came to this continent, he had to start everything from scratch, which seemed a bit confusing.
"yes" "New helpers will be available to help you soon."
Putting away the divine chain made of azure divine gold, Qingyang wanted to hand Xue'er to Gui Buxian to look at, but the little guy was still looking at the surrounding scene timidly.
"Little uncle, don't you want blood?"
Looking at Chu Chu's pitiful big eyes, the crystal drops were about to roll down, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but feel defeated, just like when he saw Yao'er.
"Xue'er is very good.
If you practice, little uncle, Xuer will be waiting for you next to you and will not disturb you.
Xuer knows that grandpa and uncle can also practice, and Xuer will always be waiting for him next to him. of."
The cave opened by Elder Wan Jian was occupied by Qingyang Huan, and Elder Wan Jian went out to dig for mineral veins.
In order to build the dragon whale warship as soon as possible, relocate the people, and put up the framework of the Xinhuo Temple, Qingyang Huan, as the temple master, went into battle shirtless.
Naturally, he had to do it himself.
Who knows that there is no manpower on hand now.
As for Gu Buxian, he has another mission.
If the Xinhuo Temple wants to gain a foothold here, it can't just rely on a slogan.
It requires strength.
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Only strength can live and multiply here.
He needs to put up the framework of the Xinhuo Temple.
When Qingyang Huan returns from reincarnation again, the missing strong men can be replenished.
In the past, there was the human ancestral land, the royal palace, and the Xinhuo Temple on the land of the human race.
It simply doesn’t live up to its name, and it still needs to look forward and backward.
But now that they are far away from the land of the human race, thousands of miles away from the ancestral land of the human race, they naturally have no constraints and can build with all their strength.
As an emperor's master, or at least as a future emperor's master, at least that's what Gui Buxian himself thinks, he naturally has to assist Qingyang Huan to become the king of heaven and earth, step on the throne, and ascend the emperor's path.
Imperial Master, this is a noble position that has been passed down to ancient times.
Legend has it that in the ancient times, the emperors of the human race started from a young age, and finally defeated the warriors of the same era to ascend to the human throne.
When these human emperors were young, there was usually a mysterious person following them to help them embark on the journey to the human emperor. road.
Now he is trying to become such a existence.
Not only that, his ancestors were the emperors of the human race a long time ago and assisted several human emperors.
He wants to surpass his ancestor and become the strongest imperial master in history.
"Ahem."
Suddenly, Gui Buxian shook his head and came to his senses.
It seemed that he was thinking too much, so he should do the things in front of him first.
In order to build a warship, Qingyang Huan brought back a master craftsman from reincarnation and casually appointed him as the master of the Divine Weapon Hall of the Xinhuo Temple.
After all, compared to a strong Half King, a Half King with craftsmanship would naturally It cannot be said casually.
But if the Xinhuo Temple wants to take root here, it will not be possible to rely solely on the Divine Weapon Temple.
As the master of the Xinhuo Temple, Qingyang Huan carried forward the spirit of the master of the Shuanshou Temple and directly handed over these tedious affairs to Gui Buxian.
"As a future imperial master, can this be difficult for me, Gui Buxian?
What I, Gui Buxian, have learned at Xingxiu Mountain covers the whole world, and small matters are not worth mentioning."
Thinking of this, Gui Buxian looked at the cave where Qingyang Huan was and raised his head proudly.
"Well, let me think about it."
There was a faint heat in the cave.
Qingyang Huan was sitting cross-legged in a corner of the cave, with a faint green divine light flowing on his body, exuding a touch of warmth.
Xue'er was about a foot away from him, sitting on a stone with her little body, her eyes flashing with light.
She was looking at him blinking like this, tilting her little head from time to time.
The breath of her little uncle made Xue'er...
My son is very relieved.
It would be great if my grandparents and uncles could come back.
Xue'er thought so.
One month later.
The silent Qingyang opened his eyes without warning, his eyes burst out with divine electricity, and the shadow of the ancient bronze door floated deep in his pupils.
"Damn it, Ah Huan, you finally woke up.
The flowers I've been waiting for, Mr.
Turtle, have all faded."
Seeing Qingyanghuan wake up, Gui Buxian immediately screamed and wanted to pounce on him.
Xue'er also had surprise in his eyes.
The uncle hadn't spoken to Xue'er for such a long time.
He stroked Xue'er's long blood-colored hair and nodded at Gui Buxian's excited expression
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