Projection of the Heavens

"Human Sovereign Bloodline!"

Jiang Feng's pupils shrank, and he looked at the middle-aged man in bear skin: "Are you a descendant of a human queen?"

"The demon clan has a demon emperor, the **** clan has a **** emperor, the demon clan has a demon emperor, the dragon clan has a dragon emperor, and my human clan naturally has a human emperor!"

The middle-aged man dressed in bear skin said solemnly, "It's just that the emperor is not on Zuxing!"

"My ancestors were originally ordered by the emperor to come to Zuxing to help the rise of the human race. I didn't expect to be trapped by the Western Wilderness Protoss and almost broke the bloodline."

"Human Sovereign, Human Sovereign..."

Jiang Feng's heart trembled.

The legend of the emperor has been circulating for a long time, but the vast majority of people, including him, only think that the emperor is just a legend.

I didn't expect that the emperor really exists.

Zhong Yue shook his head. He didn't really believe in the existence of the Emperor, but he observed with the eyes of the sky, and his bloodline was really extraordinary.

Far from being comparable to the average human race.

"Nephew?"

Zhong Yue couldn't help shouting when he saw Jiang Feng in a trance.

"Master, please come in."

Jiang Feng came back to his senses and invited Zhong Yue and the two queen descendants to enter.

In the Jade Sword Cliff, the injured person sat cross-legged, the runes in his palms circulated, and the sword intent rang loudly.

Seeing Zhong Yue coming in, he smiled and said, "Junior Brother Zhong, why do you have time to come here today?"

"But there is no ambush senior brother leisurely."

Zhong Yue was speechless. During this time, all the disciples of the Sword Sect were very busy.

That is, he has been busy for several months and has no time to rest.

No way, the settlement of tens of millions of people, whether it is houses, land or rations, is not a small number.

The entire Jianmen and all the big clans in the Great Wilderness have joined forces, and they are a little too busy.

Fushang smiled when he heard the words, looked at the two men and women with nervous expressions behind Zhong Yue, and said, "The blood of the emperor, the blood of Shaodian?"

He naturally heard the conversation between Zhong Yue and Jiang Feng before.

Not only that, he knew much more than Zhong Yue. For example, the child in that woman's belly was the new emperor who was favored by the contemporary emperor.

"I've seen Lord Fushang!"

Gongsun Dian and the two saluted Fushang with a hint of respect.

Although they are the blood of the emperor, if there is no ambushes, they will not be much better than slaves now.

"You two don't have to be polite."

Fushang emptied his palms and lifted the two up: "The emperor is far away from Emperor Ziwei, but he still worries about Zuxing, but it is the blessing of my human race."

Fushang's attitude was gentle, and the anxiety in the hearts of the two people was instantly relieved.

"It's a pity that the ancestors were killed by the Protoss."

Gongsun Dian looked a little sad.

"This account, of course, has time to calculate."

Fu Shang asked a few people to sit down, and then instructed Jiang Feng to go make tea.

Zhong Yue has been running around for several months, and his spirit is also a little tired. He sat down politely and sighed: "I didn't know until this time that there are still so many people of the same family being kept in captivity as food rations."

Many Protoss released captive human races, which directly caused the population of the Great Wilderness to double or triple!

This is simply shocking!

What he has seen and heard in the past few months has made Zhong Yue's heart heavy, and his killing intent towards the Protoss and Demons has become more and more fiery.

There are tens of millions of returning Terrans, and over the years, how many Terrans have been eaten as rations by many Protoss?

I'm afraid it's more than a hundred times a thousand times!

What kind of deep hatred is not comparable to the hatred between races!

"The human race has been weak for a long time, and it is the previous Sword Sect. It is not easy to protect the Great Wilderness, let alone save the tribe."

Fushang shook his head.

The battle between races is extremely **** and bloody, and the weak will be mercenary, which is inevitable.

This is not a matter of righteousness and morality that can be changed, only self-improvement can truly improve.

"Yes."

Zhong Yue also sighed in his heart. In the past few months, the depression in his heart was too heavy.

Not only him, but all the elders and disciples of Jianmen, after they have really come into contact with all the captive human races, their hearts will not be less depressed than him.

I don't know how many Sword Sect disciples gritted their teeth, demanding that all ethnic groups repay their blood debts a hundredfold!

This is also the reason why Fushang asked all the disciples of Jianmen to arrange the returning clansmen.

Only when you have seen cruelty can you know what pressure is and what is hatred.

Today's human race needs hatred.

"Okay, don't say that anymore."

Fushang waved his hand, turned the subject, looked at Gongsun Dian, and asked some other things.

Zhong Yue listened quietly, and the depression in his heart slowly dissipated a little.

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

Time passed, and years passed in a flash.

Several years have passed, and the wilderness has not calmed down yet, but most of the tribes have already divided their settlements. Although the conditions are a bit more difficult, it is much better than the fear before.

It was only at this time that many elders and disciples of Jianmen ended their busy work.

The new sect master of Jianmen, Jun Sixie, finally calmed down and couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief.

During this time, she was under too much pressure.

The resettlement of tens of millions and hundreds of millions of people almost drove her crazy, not to mention the division of the site, the daily rations of so many people are an unimaginable astronomical figure!

And if there is no ration, the chaos that will be caused is unimaginable.

If it wasn't for Gongsun Dian of the bear tribe, he offered the method of planting grains, which lightened the burden a little.

She's about to collapse!

Even so, when she returned to Jianmen again, the first thing she did was go back to her room and fell asleep directly.

After three full days, the monarch gate master appeared again.

The first thing to do when leaving the customs is to summon all the elders to discuss the next move of Jianmen.

"My human race has been unified, and many clansmen have barely settled down, so the next step is to build a city."

The monarch gate master waved his hand and scolded Fang Qiu:

"Cities of all ethnic groups must be built, and border gates must be built! On the one hand, it guards the border gates, and on the other hand, it is also preparing for the expansion of our human race!"

"Senior Sister Jun is becoming more and more like a sect master."

Zhong Yue murmured in his heart and agreed, saying: "Yes, building a city, guarding the border, improving the environment of the human race, and even my swordsman practice method, all of these are indispensable!"

"It's not right, it's not right! The clansmen haven't settled down properly, and there is still a huge gap in rations. At this time, it's too early to build a city."

There are also elders who disagree:

"At this time, the food of each tribe still needs to be dispatched by the disciples of Jianmen. Whether it is building a city or guarding a border gate, it needs enough Qi trainers."

Obviously, Jianmen's Qi trainers are far from enough.

He didn't say this, but the other Jianmen elders naturally knew it.

After all, Jianmen is not comparable to other Protoss, whether it is a master or a mid-level Qi practitioner, there is a huge gap.

The reason why there are no border gates in Jianmen is naturally because there are not enough Qi trainers to guard it.

"What Elder Yu said makes sense, but what the sect master said is not safe."

Immediately, other elders agreed.

"The city must be built, and the border gate must be guarded. I support the door owner."

Left Xiangsheng opened his mouth.

"No, no, no."

Tian Yanzong shook his head, disapproving: "I only have thousands of qi refiners up and down Jianmen, how can such a small number of people be assigned to the four border gates?"

Many elders all expressed their opinions, and it was a bit messy for a while.

Jun Sixie had expected this for a long time, his eyes swept slightly, and he landed on the edge of the hall, with his arms wrapped around the big man in front of his chest.

That big man is Jiang Feng, and now he is also the sect master of Jianmen.

Feeling Jun Sixie's gaze, Jiang Feng stepped out, his aura was as condensed as a mountain, and the void shook as he stepped: "This point, my Jiuli tribe can make a move."

He was tall in life, and his words sounded like thunder, instantly suppressing the noise of other elders.

In an instant, many elders all looked sideways at Jiang Feng.

The strength of the Jiuli tribe is unquestionable. After all, the high priest of the Jiuli tribe is the number one powerhouse in the human race.

"My Jiuli tribe, there are now 300,000 people in armor, and more than 70,000 Qi practitioners! Although their cultivation is not as good as the disciples of Jianmen, they can barely guard the border."

Jiang Feng looked calm, swept over the elders, and said loudly.

"Seventy thousand Qi practitioners!"

"The Jiuli tribe is already so tyrannical?"

"Seventy thousand Qi practitioners!"

Hearing this, the elders in the main hall were in an uproar.

The rest of Jiang Feng's words were ignored by everyone.

The Jiuli tribe is powerful, they all know it, but 70,000 Qi practitioners are a bit shocking.

You must know that there are barely 10,000 Qi practitioners in the entire Sword Sect.

A tribe that surpassed the entire sword gate!

How did this not surprise the other elders.

Only Jun Sixie, Shui Zian, Feng Shouzhu, and Zhong Yue didn't change their expressions. Obviously, they already knew about it.

"How is it impossible?"

Jiang Feng shook his head and said:

"Now my Jiuli tribe, with a population of more than 10 million, has advanced thousands of miles from the edge of the Great Wilderness to the territory of the Eastern Wilderness Monster Race. There are hundreds of heroic cities, and in every city and every tribe there are stone tablets depicting ideas. There are qi practitioners who wandered in various tribes and cities, teaching the method of qi training."

"Everyone visualizes, everyone practices, and everyone has the potential to become a Qi practitioner!"

"The 70,000 Qi practitioners are just last year's statistics! There may be more this year!"

Jiang Feng's thunderous voice echoed in the hall ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, making many elders look stagnant.

In their respective tribes, the idea of ​​meditation has always been kept secret, passed on from men to women, and it is even more impossible for Qi practitioners to travel hard and teach others how to practice.

Except for a few tribes, most of the tribes have not opened up the many ideas taught by Fushang before.

"Elders, times have changed."

At this time, Zhong Yue took a step forward, faced the elders, and sighed: "If you are swept away, you can only make people stop. If you don't make changes to the tribes where the elders belong, they will be defeated by the tribes that are rising. surpassed."

Many elders frowned and were in shock.

A certain elder seemed to realize something in his heart: Does the sect master hold this meeting to urge me to make changes?

Could this be the meaning of that one?