Projection of the Heavens

However, the bigger the world and the more powerful people, the happier he will be.

The atmosphere on the field dropped slightly, and everyone's heart was a little heavy.

The real gods, even if they are old, are not something they can deal with.

If the Protoss suppresses Jianmen, except for the ambush, no one in the entire Jianmen can intervene.

"Where is it so easy?"

Feng Chang also sighed, and a trace of sadness flashed in his heart: Maybe the human race will have the day when the world will reign, but unfortunately, I can't see it.

He is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of death, but he regrets that he cannot see the day when the human race will rule the world.

A **** is not a god, and even a **** is not an immortal existence.

He is going to die.

"Big brother..."

Feng Shouzhu held his brother's dry palm, and his heart was equally sad.

He naturally knew what Feng Chang was thinking at this time.

"Don't console me."

Feng Chang patted his younger brother's thin palm like himself, and smiled: "I just take a step first, you still have to come with me!"

"Brother, remember to wait for me!"

Feng Shouzhu also laughed, and there were tears left when he laughed: "I waited side by side before I was alive, and I have to go together after death!"

The two have lived long enough to have no fear of death.

"Sect Master......"

Zhong Yue, Fang Jiange, Jun Sixie and the others trembled as if they felt something, and a look of sadness appeared on their faces.

"Okay, wait for you, eldest brother is waiting for you!"

Feng Chang patted her brother's hand and stood up.

Looking at the reluctant people, the old man smiled slightly and said, "The day the human race will come to the world, everyone, remember not to forget to tell the old man!"

"I am very happy to see that the human race is no longer reduced to rations for all races!"

As the old man spoke, he laughed three times, and when he was struck by the center, he fell down and sat down, and he passed away with a smile.

"Old Sect Master!"

"Sect Master!"

"Brother!"

Zhong Yue, Feng Shouzhu and the others exclaimed in unison, with great grief and grief in their hearts, and they fell to the ground and cried.

"Sect Master!"

Shui Zi'an burst into tears, lying on Feng Chang's corpse, unable to control himself with grief in his heart.

"Big brother..."

Feng Shouzhu muttered to himself, and two lines of tears washed away the tears that had not yet dissipated.

"Feng Lao Jianshen go well!"

Fushang shook his head slightly, sighed, and stepped forward to close his eyes for the old man: "The day the human race will rule the world, you should witness it with your own eyes!"

Fengshang's death was due to the fact that he had injured too many longevity elements, and it could be regarded as the end of his life.

However, there are six reincarnations in this world, life and death are nothing, and it is not a matter of time to return.

"Old man......"

At the moment when Feng Sang passed away, there was a sudden roar in the Fengtang of Jianmen Town.

Boom!

A loud noise like thunder coaxed the sword gate.

In the shocking gaze of everyone, Jianmen's Zhenfeng Hall, which suppressed many demons, collapsed suddenly, and a figure in white burst out of the sky, with long hair messy and frantic.

The figure didn't even look at Jianmen, and with a loud shout, he broke through the air.

"Feng Xiaozhong..."

Fushang raised his eyes slightly, looking at the figure that fled away, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and then he eased.

"The old sect master really has a heart."

He glanced at Fengshang, who was exhausted, and knew that this old man was still reluctant to bear his son at the last moment of his life.

So, let Feng Xiaozhong go.

Otherwise, Feng Xiaozhong at this time should not have the possibility of breaking the seal.

"Feng Xiaozhong!"

Shui Zian and Feng Shouzhu were also shocked, and they recognized the figure who was walking away.

After a surprise, the two also looked at Feng Chang's body, sighed in their hearts, and did not make any more movements.

What Fu Shang can guess, they can naturally guess too.

"Sect Master's son, Feng Xiaozhong..."

Zhong Yue was also slightly shocked, knowing that the person who escaped was Fengshang's son, the devil who had been wise since he was a child, and who was paranoid about dissecting his family.

In his opinion, Feng Xiaozhong should belong to the kind of person who has no right or wrong in his heart, secular etiquette and only curiosity.

Curious about the mysteries of supernatural powers, the magic of the universe, and the true seeker of the mysteries of the Dao.

It can be seen from the fact that he dissects the primordial spirits of the bodies of all races.

"Boy Yue... That guy named Feng Xiaozhong, Fuxi's bloodline is much richer than yours!"

Xin Huo suddenly spoke.

"Elder Fu, don't worry."

Feng Shouzhu picked up the body of his eldest brother, looked at Fu Shang, and said, "Since the eldest brother let him go, he will never come back, and he will never be an enemy of my human race."

With a touch of grief in his expression, he descended the Jade Sword Cliff.

"Not being an enemy of the human race doesn't mean not being an enemy of me..."

Fu shook his head sadly.

Feng Xiaozhong is deeply entangled in the calamity of enlightenment, and his relationship with the deity can be regarded as life and death. Even after this failure, 100 million years later, he will still be unrepentant.

Because, he was no longer a normal person who was caught in the robbery.

All normal thinking cannot deduce him.

However, he had no intention of catching up.

The battle between Feng Xiaozhong and him cannot be ended by killing him in the past.

Unless he evolves three thousand reincarnations in 100 million years and becomes a new Taoist, otherwise, this battle will never end.

............

Fengshang passed away, Jianmen was in great grief, all the tribes in the Great Wilderness were all desolate, and countless people were grief-stricken.

This old man who fought for Jianmen and the human race has an extremely high reputation.

His passing made many clans spontaneously come to Jianmen to mourn.

The funeral lasted for seven days, but Jianmen was immersed in grief for a long time.

A few months later, under the witness of Jianmen's acting sect master, the new sect master Jun Sixie ascended the position of sect master, and the grief of Fengshang's passing was slightly dissipated.

On the golden top of Jianmen, Fushang, as the acting sect master, passed on the Dazai sword qi and other secrets of Jianmen that Fengshang had taught before to Jun Sixie.

Naturally, he himself had no intention of being the Lord of the Sword Sect.

"Thank you Elder Fushang for teaching the secret technique."

Jun Sixie bowed slightly to express his gratitude.

Although she is the sect master at this time, Fushang is the number one expert of the human race, and she naturally does not dare to neglect the existence of the gods, and her attitude is extremely respectful.

"This is the thing of the Sword Sect Master, and it is just a return to the original owner to teach you, don't thank me."

Sitting cross-legged on the boulder, he heard the words and said.

Everything in the Sword Sect was extremely limited for his temptation, whether it was Da Zi Zi Qi or anything else, he had no intention of monopolizing it.

Jun Sixie became the master of Jianmen, and all this was naturally hers.

"Elder Fushang is the most suitable for being the sect master..."

Jun Wu Xie smiled bitterly.

The position of the Lord of the Sword Gate seems to have become a hot potato. Don't be injured, Fang Jiange has no intention, Shui Zian shirks, and finally falls into her hands.

In her opinion, even Zhong Yue is more suitable than her.

"You don't have to belittle yourself, I said you are suitable, and you are suitable."

Fushang waved his hand and said lightly: "You just let go and do it, the rest is mine."

"Thank you elder."

Jun Sixie restrained his expression and bowed his hands.

Afterwards, he went down to the golden dome.

Although she just took over as the sect master, she didn't have time to delay. In the past few months, many gods and demons returned all the slaves of the human race to Jianmen.

The human race in the entire Great Wilderness doubled in an instant!

How to place it is a huge hassle.

That's millions, tens of millions or more!

If one is handled improperly, I am afraid that there will be a huge mess.

In fact, during this time, including Zhong Yue, all Jianmen disciples were busy kicking the back of their heads.

The only ones who are free are of course the only people who are ambushed and the teacher who is lying in front of the Jianmen Mountain Gate.

............

woohoo~~~

The breeze blew past, setting off Shibuyi's hair.

In a few months, his injuries have been mostly healed under the treatment of Fushang. Although the eight heads have not yet recovered, the Demon God's King's Art has been rehabilitated.

But he had no idea of ​​running away.

No one understands the horror of that man better than he who has followed him to many Protoss races.

You must know that along the way, it was not really calm, but because the person who went was injured, it seemed calm.

shhhhh~~~

Suddenly, the sound of breaking the sky came from the void, and Zhong Yue brought a few people to the front of the Jianmen Mountain Gate.

puff~

Shi Buyi snorted and turned his head away.

He and Zhong Yue had known each other for a long time, and at the earliest he had coveted his sun and moon eyes.

At that time, he was the Lord of the Holy City, and a single thought scared Zhong Yue and ran away.

But now, this Zhongshan Clan's youth saw the man who called him senior, but he became that man's mount.

Every time he saw Zhong Yue, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"Leo?"

Zhong Yue glanced at Shi Buyi, who was guarding the mountain gate, with a half-smiling smile, and said softly.

"Zhong Shan's boy!"

When Shi Buyi heard the words, his heart burst into flames: "This seat..."

"What did you say? Do you want me to talk to my senior brother?"

Zhong Yue glanced at Shi Bubui, who was still a little worried about the death of Qinglongguan Master back then.

Although the master of Qinglong Guan did not die for him.

"Humph!"

Shi Buyi snorted coldly, his huge head hung down, he closed his eyes and basked in the sun, not bothering to pay attention to this bastard.

"Let's go."

Zhong Yue didn't have too much provocation, so he walked into the mountain gate with a few people behind him.

After entering the mountain gate, Zhong Yue didn't delay, and walked towards the Jade Sword Cliff, the inner gate of Jianmen, with the people behind him.

Fushang lived in Jade Sword Cliff.

huh~~~

Zhong Yue flicked his sleeves, and wrapped a few people behind him to the Jade Sword Cliff like a piece of white jade.

"Uncle Zhong."

As soon as he reached the Jade Sword Cliff, Zhong Yue heard someone calling him.

When he looked up, he saw not far away, a tall young man with a height of nine feet was walking towards him.

"It's Jiang Feng~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhong Yue smiled slightly.

This majestic young man is a disciple of his own ambush senior brother. He has only been in Jianmen for a few months. It is said that he has recently been a Taoist companion with a female disciple of Jianmen.

It is said that the female disciple seems to be pregnant.

"Who are these?"

Jiang Feng's eyes swept slightly, and he looked at a man and a woman among the acquaintances behind Zhong Yue.

The man was bigger than Crush, with a straight face and a bear skin. He seemed to be the patriarch of a small tribe.

And the woman seemed to be pregnant, her belly stretched out.

"This is the patriarch of the bear tribe and his wife."

Zhong Yue didn't hide it, and said, "These two are the blood of the Emperor!"