Hong Huang: I am a human being, not a human race

Shouyang Mountain.

In front of the Terran ancestral land.

The three ancestors of the flint, the nest, and the robe, with hundreds of millions of people Tianjiao, kowtow to the stone statue of the Virgin and the Sect Leader.

His forehead was broken and he was bleeding all over his face.

Blood was crying and praying, but there was still no response.

Seeing that Su Qiubai only had the last True Spirit Mark left, Fang was desperate in his heart, and he rushed towards the battlefield regardless of it.

“Damn it’s me, not you Su Qiubai!”

“I am willing to exchange my life for your life!!!”

Nest and Qianyi saw this.

Without any hesitation, he followed.

The Terrans can do without their own three ancestors, but they can’t do without Saint Master Su Qiubai!

“Boom!”

When Su Qiubai was once again killed by the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, only a wisp of the True Spirit Mark was suspended in mid-air, full of weakness and loneliness.

“Su Qiubai, for Nuwa Niangniang’s sake, I will spare you this time today, if there is a next time, I dare to disrespect my Heavenly Court.”

“There is no mercy for killing!”

Donghuang Taiyi looked at the unyielding True Spirit Mark, his eyes flashed with a trace of admiration, and then the majestic decree resounded in the sky.

Actually for the enemy.

The greatest respect is to kill it with all your might.

But Su Qiubai is a Terran Saint Master after all, and he controls the Terran merit qi luck to the treasure of the Zheng Zheng seal, and has the right to mobilize the entire human race’s qi luck.

Although Nuwa Niangniang did not come forward and did not land to mediate, Donghuang Taiyi must take care of her face.

In addition, Su Qiubai has a huge merit and is blessed by the Heavenly Dao.

If he really erases it, he will inevitably be countered by the corresponding Heavenly Dao karma, which is extremely detrimental to his own future preaching with force.

Not to mention.

Now that the real enemy of the Demon Race Heavenly Court is the Wu Clan, why should he anger Nuwa Niangniang because of a small Su Qiubai, and even affect his future path of preaching?

“I’m still too weak!”

Su Qiubai used the True Spirit Mark to guide the anchor point of his past body and reshaped his true body with difficulty.

Although in the eyes of all the saints and all the mighty people in the flood.

In just a few hundred thousand years of cultivation, he has already achieved many feats, and he can even compete with the first strong under the saint, Donghuang Taiyi.

This is already an unprecedented achievement in the flood famine!

But.

How can he be willing?!

Su Qiubai looked at the domineering Donghuang Taiyi, his eyes firm.

“Donghuang Taiyi, today you let me go, next time I will spare you once”

Weakness is original sin.

Su Qiubai didn’t want to argue about what happened for a reason, nor would he pin his hopes on Nuwa and Taiqing Laozi, only if he was strong could he suppress all enemies!

Today, Donghuang Taiyi put himself in the face of Nuwa Niangniang, then next time he will repay this cause and effect.

After sparing him once, divide life and death with him!

“Good!”

“Then just wait!”

Hearing Su Qiubai’s words so loudly, Donghuang Taiyi laughed lightly, urged the Chaos Bell, shredded the space-time dimension, and shuttled back through the void.

In his opinion.

Su Qiubai was just to maintain his last belief.

He has been almost wiped out by the origin of his own killing, let alone preaching sanctification in the future, and even whether he can maintain his own cultivation, it is difficult to say.

Where is such a waste person still qualified to become his opponent again?

“Su Qiubai!”

“Su Qiubai!”

The three people of Feng, Nest, and Qianyi arrived in turn.

They held the self-detonating origin to fight for the last chance of life for Su Qiubai, who would have thought that just coming and seeing the Eastern Emperor Taiyi shuttling through time and space.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, as long as you can live!”

Tears flowed down her face.

And Yan looked at Su Qiubai, who was pale and his steps were vain, with a look of remorse.

“Su Qiubai, blame me, if I hadn’t offended the Demon Race Heavenly Court, you wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

“What a damn am I!”

Flint finished.

Raise your palm and want to slap yourself hard.

But he was instantly pulled by Su Qiubai.

He looked at the fire, his gaze full of seriousness.

“Flint, you’re not doing anything wrong.”

“As a human ancestor, it is your responsibility to shelter your clan and avenge your clan.”

“Similarly, as a Terran Saint Master, I enjoy the luck of the Terran race, and I should naturally protect the clansmen, and at the same time, I must also help this brother of yours!”

Su Qiubai said, looking at the heavenly dome.

“What is really wrong is our weakness and incompetence.”

“If you really want to change, then be ashamed and courageous, be angry and strong, and teach everyone not to bully my Terran race in the future!”

“Hmm!”

Flint nodded heavily and clenched his fists.

Being weak is the original sin, only by becoming stronger can people not be bullied to their own human race, and they will not let Su Qiubai suffer for himself again!

I want to be strong, I want to be strong!

Return to Shouyang Mountain.

Su Qiubai saw the black-pressed Terran Tianjiao, their foreheads were bleeding one by one, and many of them didn’t even have time to wipe the blood off their faces.

“Holy Master!”

“Holy Master!”

Countless people had blood and tears in their eyes, showing admiration and rejoicing.

“What did you understand through this ordeal?”

Su Qiubai looked at the group of Terran Tianjiao, saw their admiration and love from the bottom of his heart, and wanted to guide them in his heart.

Now.

After hearing his words, countless Terrans were a little confused on their faces.

“Holy Master, my Terran is too weak, only by becoming stronger can I protect the clansmen!”

“Holy Master, the Flood Desolation World is the law of the jungle, although my Terran race has laws and regulations, other races will not bully you because you are weak!”

Hearing that many Terran Tianjiao already knew how to reflect, Su Qiubai showed a look of relief. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

“You’re all right, but you’re missing one key.”

What is the key?

The three ancestors of the three Terrans, as well as the hundreds of millions of Tianjiao, looked over together.

“That’s when the Terrans should be self-reliant!”

Rumble!

When everyone heard Su Qiubai say this, a flash of lightning flashed in their minds full of fog, shining and enlightening their hearts.

“Our Lady created my Terran race, and heaven and earth gave birth to my Terran race, but they all have their own missions, and it is impossible to shelter us all the time and make us a giant baby.”

“Therefore, we Terrans can only rely on ourselves, stand on our own feet and become self-reliant, so as to truly control our own destiny!”

Su Qiubai pointed to the broken foreheads on everyone’s faces and said with a serious face.

“Terrans should be self-reliant!”

“Terrans should be self-reliant!”

“Thank you, Holy Master!”

“Thank you, Holy Master!”

After everyone woke up, they clenched their fists one by one and bowed at Su Qubai.

Thirty-three days away.

Wa Imperial Palace.

Nuwa is guiding the long river of flood time, and with her own past line, she has found the trajectory of intersection with the nine infants.

Then, with supreme powers, he pulled this trace mark back to the present, thus resurrecting the nine infants.

Donghuang Taiyi saw that he let Su Qiubai go on his face, then he still used his face to help the Heavenly Court resurrect the nine babies.

After all, now is not the stage of the liquidation of heaven and earth in the outbreak of quantitative calamity.

Su Qiubai erased the past line of the nine infants, but he couldn’t erase the past line where Nuwa and the nine babies intersected, and with the power of a saint, resurrecting the living beings can certainly do it.

“I’ve seen the mother-in-law!” (Promise good)

After the Nine Babies were resurrected, they found that they seemed to have lost a lot of memories, and even their companion spirit treasure Nine-Tailed Dark Halberd was missing.

Didn’t he listen to the sermon in the Wa Palace?

Where are the others?

“Nine Infants, go back to the Heavenly Court, I hope you will take care of yourself in the future.”

With a flick of her sleeve, Nuwa sent the Nine Babies out of the palace.

This is the moment.

She sensed that the Terran qi luck she enjoyed was decreasing, and she couldn’t help frowning slightly, looking at Shouyang Mountain, the ancestral land of the Terrans.

“Terrans should be self-reliant?”

“Su Qiubai, is this blaming the main palace for not sheltering him?”

Nuwa’s eyes fell on Su Qiubai, and then shook her head slightly, not caring anymore.

In the end, especially.

Su Qiubai is not a Terran she really created, Donghuang Taiyi has already spared his life in his face, otherwise where can he survive?

Of course.

Nuwa also knows.

What Su Qiubai said was not out of line, the Terrans should strengthen themselves, this was originally the basis for the rise of the Terrans in the flood waste!

PS: I wish all the bigwigs who participated in the college entrance examination a gold list title and were admitted to their favorite universities, and the author Jun continued to break out congratulations! .