The western frontier of the human race is a minefield.
This is one of the many human hells on the land of Western Xinjiang.
Looking at the entire five directions of the human race, the Minefield is not very eye-catching, and it does not even have much reputation.
If we really want to say that there is something special about the Ji Lei Territory, it is that the Ji Lei Territory is not large in area and is surrounded by mountains.
The undulating mountains surround the entire area.
Compared to other areas of the human race, it seems too closed.
Not only that, this place seems to be favored by thunder.
The sky above the entire area is filled with thunder and thunder clouds.
From time to time, justice will fall from the sky and thunder will punish evil.
At this moment, Qingyang Huan brought Gui Buxian to Ji Lei Territory.
Wherever he passed, in his eyes, this human race area was really barren.
This kind of poverty is not only the poverty of resources, but also the poverty of martial arts.
Human tribes are scattered in the mountains and fields, struggling to survive.
In fact, this kind of scene is very common in the five lands of the human race.
Those deceased ancestors of the human race once said that if everyone in the human race were like dragons, they would die without regrets.
However, it is not easy for everyone to become like a dragon.
Looking at every era since ancient times, it has not reached this level.
This is just a beautiful vision in the hearts of human warriors.
The blood descendants of the human race in the mountains and rivers of the Ji Lei Territory are just a microcosm of the entire human race.
Looking at the wilderness, the human race is more struggling on the line of life and death.
Every day they hunt and gather, hunt down ferocious beasts, refine blood and energy, and strengthen themselves.
With the guidance of the God King Monument, Qingyang Huan easily found the location of Han Tian.
This is an ancient mountain range in the east of the Accumulating Thunder Territory, stretching for countless thousands of miles, with green mountains and green waters, old trees with entwined roots, and strong roots gripping the earth like pythons, and the void is filled with a vast aura.
In the forest filled with ancient desolate air, you can hear dull roars of beasts, roars of ferocious beasts, and thunderous explosions from time to time.
The bright sun in the sky tore through the thunderclouds and shone down, like golden waterfalls hanging on the sky, but it could not really shine through the thick thunderclouds.
Standing on a hill, Qingyang Huan looked down in all directions.
It seemed that he had not experienced this ordinary scene in the wilderness for a long time. how long It seemed that he had never paid attention to the mountains and rivers of the human race since he returned from the small wilderness continent.
For a moment, he felt strange.
At this moment, he stepped down from the hill into the wild forest.
With his feet on the ground, he walked step by step towards the depths of the wild forest, feeling the veins of the thick earth.
Deep in the mountains, Han Tian was walking in a small stone village wearing a simple animal robe.
Panshi Village.
This stone village is not big, with scattered stone houses scattered around, and only a few thousand human beings living there.
There are black blood stains on the mottled stone walls.
It is obvious that living here is not easy.
"Master, why do I always feel a jerky feeling when my blood energy is running?
The blood energy is not rounded and cannot explode with the strength it deserves."
In the stone village, in front of Han Tian was a young man about twenty years old, who was respectfully asking for advice.
"We, the warriors of the human race, originated from the ancient dark ages and were surrounded by other races.
In order not to become blood food in the mouths of the various races, we had sages observe ferocious beasts and alien races, and created our own fighting methods belonging to the human race."
"Following this, more martial arts tactics and tactics were created, all for the purpose of strengthening oneself and resisting the countless ferocious beasts in the wilderness, as well as the threats of alien races from all over the world.
There is always bloodshed.
Maybe, that’s why martial arts is a bloody road.”
"So martial arts should be bathed in blood."
At this moment, Han Tian has long lost the arrogance he had when he was in Wan Yuan.
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He has washed away his beauty and become extremely ordinary, with a look as gentle as warm jade.
"Only by going through hardships can we break through the shackles and achieve mastery."
Han Tian's voice stopped, and his eyes looked towards the wilderness outside Shizhai, and a familiar figure was reflected in his pupils.
It's just that this familiar figure once severely trampled him under his feet in front of countless warriors.
"Guru, I am not" The young warrior who asked for advice pondered for a moment, then raised his head again and asked aloud, but the words stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence.
He followed his master's eyes and looked outside the stone village.
A seemingly ordinary young warrior wearing purple robes walked from the wild forest.
He looked as young as the master.
Could it be another guru?
Being able to walk from the desolate forest and ignore the ferocious beasts in the mountains, the young warrior could not imagine that anyone else would come to their remote mountainous area.
Clang Han Tian stretched out his hand, his body glowed with a dark and yellow divine light, and the divine light in his hand turned into a three-foot sword.
The Holy Armor of the Masters and the Holy Sword of the Masters.
Compared with the two most famous secret arts in Wanyuan, the aura of the Holy Sword and the Holy Armor at this moment is warm and gentle, without the slightest burst of momentum.
"One sword" Han Tian made a sound and stabbed forward with the holy sword in his hand.
Clang Qing Yanghuan stretched out a finger and pressed it against the tip of the sword. really.
A flash of understanding flashed across Han Tian's expression, and he retracted the holy sword quickly and neatly.
Then the black and yellow divine light on his body disappeared, and he returned to calmness.
Although he was walking in the barren mountains and wild ridges, he heard the news that Qingyang Huan was crowned emperor, and was even crowned the master of the Divine King's Palace by the Human Emperor.
This sword was the source of frustration in his heart.
With one stab of the sword, the original grudges were dispersed with the wind.
To be able to become the Holy Son of Jixia Cave Heaven, his talent and understanding are absolutely superior in all the heavens and worlds.
In just a few short years, when he walked through the wilderness of the human race, what he saw was not the prosperity of the human race, not the majesty of the royal family, nor the majesty of the ancient emperors.
What he saw were the billions of people on the land of the human race. difficult survival.
"You've changed a lot."
Qingyanghuan stared at Han Tian again and again.
This was not just a change that could be described, it was simply a rebirth, a complete change from the inside out.
The seemingly intimidating aura disappeared, but Han Tian in front of him became even more terrifying.
"All of this is thanks to you."
Han Tian shook his head slightly, and then said: "Is it hatred or kindness?"
"None of this matters anymore."
Qingyang Huan's eyes took in everything in the stone village, and he shook his head slightly in response.
The perspective has changed.
The original fight was because of a private fight.
Looking at the entire world, that little conflict is nothing.
"Aren't you shocked by what the Palace Master has seen?
The ethnic groups are scattered, the tribe is small, and you are worried about life every day.
This is the real scene of our human race.
There is no majesty of the king, no emperor.
Noble, even the glory of Buzhou Mountain cannot illuminate every inch of humankind’s mountains and rivers.”
Feeling the attention of Qingyang Huan, Han Tian's mouth showed a smile.
It was the guy in front of him who beat him up in the first place, using the excuse that he was not worthy of the honor of the sages.
At this moment, I can finally regain my place, and if I can't beat him, I can still earn some interest by ridiculing him.
"I started in the southwestern land of the Southern Wilderness.
It was close to the gathering place of alien races, and alien races often appeared."
Qingyang Huan hummed, but did not expose Han Tian's little thoughts.
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Han Tian was mocking him for not eating the fireworks of the world, being aloof and separated from the real scene of the human race, and just talking about his righteousness.
This was already felt when he landed on the ground just now.
He hasn't returned to the land of the human race for a long time.
It would be okay if he was just an Emperor realm warrior.
However, he is the master of the Divine King Palace.
If this disconnection continues for a long time, it will give him the illusion that the human race is prosperous and boundless.
Yes, the tyranny of the human race cannot be denied, but as the master of the Divine King who can visit the human race's heavenly palace and participate in the human emperor's political affairs, if he only sees the strength of the human race but fails to see the difficulties of the people in the mountains and rivers of the human race, then he really Not worthy of setting foot in the Heavenly Palace.
"You are right, we have indeed lost touch with the human land over the years."
"Everyone has his own path.
Although there are twists and turns, I have also found my own path.
The glory of the ancestors cannot be insulted in the hands of my descendants."
"The prosperity of the human race cannot be sustained by just you and me.
Only when billions of people are tyrannical and everyone is as powerful as a rainbow can we, the human race, truly stand in the heavens."
Buzz Along with Han Tian's soft chant, a majestic will descended from the sky above this ancient and vast mountain forest.
The blood descendants of the human race in the stone village prostrate themselves on the ground one after another, looking up to the sky in reverence.
Qingyang Huan felt a steady stream of luck coming from the sky.
This was the feedback of humane will, and Han Tian walked out of his own way.
His eyes penetrated the void, and he saw a blazing purple light between Han Tian's eyebrows, as rich as an egg, pregnant with a dragon shadow.
At first glance, an ancient picture appeared in the purple light.
Warriors wearing coarse animal robes were trekking across mountains and rivers, walking in the wilderness, teaching martial arts to the blood descendants of the human race. hold head high A dragon roar shook the sky, and along with the ancient sacrificial sound, a purple true dragon flew into the sky, no more than a hundred feet in size, with no claws on its four legs.
Along with the dance of the True Dragon of Luck, two simple seal characters appeared in the purple light between Han Tian's eyebrows. preach A clear understanding arose in his heart.
This was the destiny of Han Tian blessed by the will of humanity, and it belonged to Han Tian's title of God King.
Preach God King.
The humane will continued to gather and rolled into two simple seal characters, and Han Tian's general trend was also gradually rising.
This is the reward of humane will, and it is also Han Tian's own choice to preach and gain karma, and to spread military power all over the world.
Obviously, in a short period of time, Han Tian traveled through the wilderness of the human race, and his Taoist heart underwent an unknown transformation.
The prosperity of the human race is not the business of any one person.
One person cannot sustain it.
He, Qingyang Huan, is not good enough.
He needs to awaken the general trend of the martial arts of the entire human race.
Han Tian chose this path.
After taking a deep look at Han Tian, Qingyang Huan turned around and left the stone village.
Han Tian's road was in the wilderness of the human race, in the mountains and forests.
Wherever there were human race, that was where his road was.
"If you have time, return to the Divine King's Palace to imprint the Divine King's mark so that this Palace Master will know whether you are dead or not one day.
No one will know if you are dead, not even a body collector
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