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In the Land of All Gods, the green gold light flashed in Peng Dou's eyes.
Buzz!
There was a soft chirping sound, like the roar of a knife or the sound of a Taoist voice. The sword light falling from the sky and the terrifying crack in the void disappeared as if it had never appeared at the moment it fell.
The sky and the earth are clear and bright, the clouds have cleared and the fog has dispersed, the starry sky is clear and cloudless.
That is……
Whether it was the many powerful masters of the extreme dozens or hundreds of miles away, or the people of various countries in front of the imaging watches, they all fixed their gazes at this moment, looking at the holy Confucian and the Thunder Dragon Qi Hengwu outside the Land of the Gods. In front of him, a figure in a coarse white robe appeared. He didn't know when he would arrive. He looked calm and calm, more like a natural moat standing in front of him, blocking all wind and rain.
"Su...Mr. Su from China!"
"It's really Mr. Su!"
Immediately afterwards, all the countries were in an uproar, and people looked at each other. Some of the previous rumors and arguments were now obvious. Compared with the sage, it is obvious that Mr. Su is better on the road of martial arts. Then the problem arises. , above the God of War, is there still a twelfth limit of the human body? What level of life is this Mr. Su at?
Many powerful people in the extreme world can't take their eyes away, especially some master-level figures. After condensing the god of martial arts, it is so difficult to go further. Now they can see the scenery above the peak. For them, it is a great encouragement and spur.
"Mr. Su!"
The sage looked at the figure in front of him and showed a bit of worry. He knew very well that the original estimate was that it would take seven days and seven nights to complete the sentence. Now it has only been a little more than three days, and he and Qi Hengwu have not been able to delay enough. time.
"It doesn't matter."
Su Qinian said calmly, without looking back. He looked at the ancient Home of the Gods. He saw the four figures standing in the mid-air, four supreme saints. Even in the vast starry sky where he was before, they were enough to be famous in the starry sky. After all, as long as a strong person becomes a saint, he can stand in the forest of strong people in the world. Needless to say, the supreme saints who have crossed the realm of Xiaocheng and Dacheng are worthy of the title of supreme in the realm of saints. How can they be just ordinary people? .
So young!
While Su Qinian was looking at the four of them, the four of Pengdou were also looking at this remnant strong man hiding behind the human race, only to find that he was surprisingly young.
According to the ancient age-viewing methods of various tribes, they looked at Su Qinian as only twenty-three years old. At this age, looking at the starry sky in the current universe, let alone becoming a saint, it is the creation of the world, which is rare in this tribe, let alone the enlightenment. It is even more unique that it has not yet become a law, but it has condensed the Taoist talismans to such a terrifying state.
This is the hope for the rise of humanity!
A thought arose in the hearts of four people at the same time. The candidate Saint Xinlian, who was an innate demon, was also a little moved. The human race had been in decline for many years. I thought that some of the remnants of those years had been wiped out. I didn't expect that there would be such a thing today. Amazing existence appears in the world. What kind of race is this? It can always give birth to unexpected bright sparks in desperate situations.
"The gods, demons, monsters, and the Buddha clan."
Su Qinian spoke. Although his tone was calm, there was a clear coldness in it.
"We never thought that there would be a remnant like you alive and dying well, wouldn't it be nice?"
Shi Wan opened his mouth with a smile on his face, his broken arm had been reattached, and his sharp energy had been driven away. After all, as a supreme saint, some of his methods were far beyond those of ordinary saints.
"You humble man, your hands are stained with the blood of my demon clan. Kneel down now. Before you die, you must repent."
Peng Dou, who was dressed in a golden battle suit and had sword eyebrows as slender as a young man, spoke. He came from the lineage of the demon clan's golden-winged roc, and his bloodline was noble. As long as this clan reaches adulthood, they can directly enter the holy realm. They are a truly powerful clan in the demon world. At this moment, his tone was indifferent. , the blue-gold eyes are very cold, looking down in mid-air, making many people in front of the display watch angry, it is this posture, as if they feel that the world is in control, they regard themselves as gods, looking down on all living things, no matter what Keep everything in mind.
"No one can disobey the various races, especially humans. The humble races are only worthy of dedicating their faith and flesh and blood to the various races."
Galola said coldly, he was angry in his heart, and he was not polite at all when he spoke. He was almost suppressed by this son's weapons just now, and was severely humiliated. He has traveled across the starry sky for more than a thousand years, and has shocked all tribes. He has never had such an experience. It's a shame.
Su Qinian acted as if he had not heard anything, and said calmly: "At the end of ancient times, the Suiren clan became the leader of the three great human emperors of Kaiyuan. He defeated the emperors and changed their colors. The wilderness was broken. The human race established the human world and transformed the ancestral land. Hundreds of tribes fled far away from the sky, turning the fragments of the wilderness into various realms to fight against the human race, starting the 108th century of modern times..."
After a pause, Su Qinian continued: "Later, there were the Human Emperor Fuxi clan, Nuwa clan, Zhanhuang Tianxing, Yanhuang Jiang clan, Human Emperor Ji clan Xuanyuan... In the eighth era, Human Emperor Dayu cast the divine needle iron , runs through the Yellow Spring and the Styx River, and keeps the ghosts and the underworld out of the human world..."
As Su Qinian continued to speak and appeared in front of the watch, the people of various countries gradually moved. Some ancient legends, familiar but somewhat unfamiliar characters, could it be that human beings had a longer history five thousand years ago? This is a bit unbelievable, but soon, many people thought of the many super-ancient ruins that have appeared now, and even these things have appeared, what else is impossible.
In the Land of Ten Thousand Gods, the four Pengdou people slowly focused their gazes. They were sure that it was Yu Ai who was not fake. How could he know so many secrets if he wasn't Yu Ai, even more detailed than what many Yu Ai knew back then? Even if the four of them are supreme saints, they may not know as much as this young clan.
What shocked them the most was what Su Qinian said next.
"The human race does not seek immortality, worship gods, or worship Buddha, because they are all enemies!"
The human race does not seek immortals, worship gods, or worship Buddha, because they are all enemies!
This sentence is not very high, but even if there is no display watch, it still rings clearly in every corner of the earth and in everyone's ears. Su Qinian wants everyone to remember that no matter what human beings have experienced in the past, What kind of sufferings there are, and what kind of glory there are, but one thing remains unchanged, and that is the human blood flowing in the body.
The human race should strengthen itself and not seek liberation from immortals, gods, Buddhas, demons and ghosts!
Then, Su Qinian raised his head for the first time. He looked up at the Land of All Gods. His tone was still calm, but it was like the sound of a sword. He said: "What I see is the sky and the starry sky. Apart from that, there is nothing else." Things have caught your eye, so I’ll send you on your way!”
Um?
Galola from the God Clan, Peng Dou from the Golden-Winged Dapeng Clan, and even Shi Wan from the Buddhist Clan, who had always smiled and benevolent, all showed cold expressions at this moment. They had always regarded the human race as ants and had never taken it to heart, even if Peng Dou had previously said that he would kill people. Killing a country by the millions is just a matter of chance. It is like a giant dragon in the sky. It does not care about the ants crawling on the earth. They are all existences that are not noticed in life and do not exist. At the same height, there will naturally be a difference in sight, even as a passer-by.
But now, the ants are talking nonsense about slaying dragons. For Pengdou, he considers himself a descendant of the ancient Tianpeng. Even if he is a real dragon, he has fought before. When has he been so despised by an unconsecrated ant? They are sinful to the eye, and this kind of arrogance is a provocation that cannot exist.
"You are a humble person who dares to speak nonsense even if you are not a saint. You still don't understand the majesty of the holy realm. You are just an ant looking up on the earth and don't understand the world of giant dragons!"
Peng Dou said coldly, but then, his green-gold pupils suddenly shrank, because outside the Land of the Gods, the figure in a coarse white robe moved.
boom!
This movement was like an ancient evil dragon resurrecting. It was so fast that it even faintly surpassed the spiritual will of the divine race's Galola and the Buddha's Shi Wan. Only the beautiful and sacred devil race candidate Saint Heart Lotus could capture it. Only then could he barely see clearly, but it was too late to take action.
This kind of extreme speed was beyond expectations, and it was something that Peng Dou of the Golden-winged Dapeng Clan had never expected. His shoulders sank and he was grabbed by a pair of powerful hands.
At this moment, all the blood, demon power, and spiritual will of the saints seemed to have encountered the strongest divine iron dam. It was impossible to shake those palms at all. The power of the law was suppressed, and even from the depths of Jinpeng's bloodline, He had a sense of panic for no reason, as if he had encountered some kind of terrifying and fateful existence.
"No!"
A shrill scream, even though it is far away from the land of the gods, makes people feel a strong sense of panic and fear before death.
But with a soft popping sound, blue-gold demon blood flew out and splashed into the sky. Peng Dou from the Golden-winged Dapeng Clan, an elder saint who was as young as a boy, was torn into two pieces, and the demon soul was also with him. No exception, the soul and flesh and blood disappeared at the same time, collapsing in one fell swoop.
Jia Luola and Shi Wan retreated for more than ten miles in shock, still with lingering fears. They saw the demon blood splattering. A supreme saint of the demon clan, a strong man of the golden-winged roc lineage, fell like this, and was torn into pieces by a young man who had not become a saint with his bare hands. Two pieces, there is simply endless terror. Are they saints, or is this young race a saint? It seems to be the other way around.
Only the demon candidate Saint Xinlian has not retreated half a step, but this young innate demon also showed an unprecedented calm look. Among her peers, she has enemies in the stars, but she is only in her twenties. This was the first thing that made her feel like she was facing a formidable enemy. The most important thing was that she came from the human race that had been wiped out and had declined. Such remnants could no longer survive and would most likely become the formidable enemy of all races in the future.
Boom!
The two corpses fell to the ground and turned into a big golden bird, which could be hundreds of feet long. Its feathers were like gold, and it was as sharp as a sword. Its beak was sharp and glowed with a cold metallic light. Unfortunately, it had lost all its vitality. This was a golden-winged bird. The roc now became one of the many corpses in the Land of the Gods, adding fresh blood to this ancient battlefield. (Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu!)
