Projection of the Heavens

"The Big Dipper will die, the Nandou will live...the Big Dipper is now, this kid..."

Zhong Yue was quite surprised, because after the big star that was leading the battle flashed, another star lit up in the sky.

"Tsk tsk, good luck."

Xinhuo was amazed. He had seen a lot of spiritual bodies born in response to stars, but it was really rare for Jianmen to have two stars in one day.

"Even if the soldier who is the master of death comes into the world, it is a good thing."

Zhong Yue fell to the cloud and muttered in his heart.

In the current situation of the human race, it is a good thing that a soldier master comes into the world.

Because, even though many Protoss temporarily released the slaves of the human race because they were afraid of ambush, the human race did not rise.

The calm on the surface is just a cover for the turbulence in the dark.

You must know that in the rise of the demon clan, no one knew how many demon gods died in battle. Even if the old gods of the **** clan were dying soon, it was impossible to watch the human clan grow.

Zhong Yue went down the mountain several times, and naturally knew that a huge storm was brewing.

Above the Jade Sword Cliff, Fushang's eyes opened and closed, reflecting the birth of two little children.

"The way of luck is really mysterious."

Fushang narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself slightly.

The birth of Gongsun Xuanyuan may be helped by the emperor, but the other seems to have emerged as the times require.

As for whether he came into the world because of him, but because the situation of the human race in this world was in line with a certain way of existence, it was manifested, and the ambush injury is unknown.

After all, he is not the deity. With his current strength, he is far from being able to compare to a drop of blood of the deity, and naturally he cannot peep at other big Luos.

However, he didn't bother to think about why.

Anyway, there is no one who can surpass Zhong Yue in the great luck of this world, and he is the real one who came into being.

The rest were just minor details, Zhong Yue was enough to suppress them steadily.

Therefore, after just one glance, he closed his eyes again, immersed in the sea of ​​​​knowledge, and continued to perfect the map of Shenting Zhenshi.

Even if there are tens of millions and hundreds of millions of people in the great wasteland at this time, they still have to rely on his will.

Even if it is a gathering of people, it is necessary to determine the main and deputy.

Blindly borrowing power will only be turned over and bound in it like a **** who has been cultivated with faith.

Naturally, Fushang would not understand this truth.

Therefore, even if he can reach the sky in one step, he is still not slow or slow.

Of course, for him, it is neither slow nor slow, but for anyone else, it is a very fast speed.

Even Zhong Yue at this time was a little far behind.

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

Above the golden top of Jianmen, Jun Sixie had a trace of worry on his face.

In the far distance between the clouds and the sky, Zhong Yue's figure flashed by.

"Junior Brother Zhong's ability to cause trouble is not small, I just hope he won't cause any big trouble this time."

Jun Sixie was a little worried.

Although the Great Wilderness was ambushed and wounded at this time, the Protoss did not really fear, but hid their fangs and prepared to launch a thunderous strike.

In her opinion, the ambush and the gods of many gods are equivalent to maintaining a fragile balance.

If Zhong Yue is too rambunctious, even if the gods don't show up, he will be hard to resist.

If you pull the trigger and move the whole body, it is very likely that the war will break out in advance.

What she didn't know was that Fushang did not maintain any balance with anyone, and the reason why he didn't do anything was to reunite with Shenting Zhenshitu.

"Sect Master, don't worry."

Shui Zi'an lightly stroked his beard and said with a slight smile, "Palace Master Zhong's actions are both rough and fine, and it seems that he is walking on thin ice, but he is not in danger, so there should be nothing wrong."

"I hope so."

Jun Sixie nodded and said, "Elder Shui, I will trouble you to walk in the wilderness and urge the establishment of the city and the spread of the practice."

"It's about the future of my human race, this old man won't be careless."

Shui Zian nodded, bid farewell to Jun Sixie, and floated down to the golden roof of Jianmen.

Fushang sits in Jianmen Mountain. Jianmen can be said to be the safest place in the wilderness, and naturally it does not need too many people to guard it.

As a matter of fact, on the Jianmen Mountain at this time, apart from Jun Sixie, there were no other masters.

Even, with the exception of the outer disciples who have not yet been promoted to qi trainers, most of the swordsmen disciples have traveled to various places.

Jun Sixie stopped for a long time, remembering something, suddenly smiled, and murmured: "Maybe, I can still become the master of Jianmen ZTE!"

The girl's chuckle wafted in the wind, and Jun Sixie turned back to the main hall.

..........

Zhong Yue got out of the sword gate and wandered in the wilderness. He looked at the stone monuments erected among the tribes and the cities rising from the ground, and he was quite emotional.

Along the way, he stopped and watched from time to time, and occasionally helped some clansmen.

In the great wilderness at this time, even with the help of many Qi practitioners from Jianmen, the lives of many small tribes are not very good.

If it is simple to survive, it is naturally enough, but if the whole people are to practice cultivation, the difference is a little big.

Although five grains can make a living, how can five grains provide the resources consumed by cultivation?

There are not many spiritual medicines in the Great Wilderness. Although there are beasts and beasts, it is difficult to obtain them, and secondly, there are more wolves and less meat.

"No wonder many Protoss feed on humans, and simple plants are not enough to bear the cost of cultivation."

Zhong Yue had some comprehension in his heart, but at the same time he also felt a sense of urgency.

Previously, Fushang slashed the Xiaomang Temple with a single sword, forcing all races to give up their human slaves, but it was impossible to give up, just because Fushang came too soon for the sake of rights and interests.

The various races who have come to their senses will probably not give up.

"If there is only one family in this world that can stand at the top, it can only be the human race! Whether it is the Xiaomang God Clan, the Zhu Qian God Clan, the Bifang God Clan... they are all enemies."

Zhong Yue stood on the cloud head and muttered in his heart.

The rise of a family will surely pave a path to the top with the flesh and blood of other races.

huh~~~

In the vibration of the air, Zhong Yue walked out of the Great Wilderness, stepped over the land of divine battle, and came to the land of the West Wasteland again.

"Xiaomang Protoss... That is, Feng Wuji? Wasn't he locked in the Sword Gate? Did Feng Xiaozhong take him with him when he escaped? Or... "

"It shouldn't be, Feng Xiaozhong may not care about such a son at all."

Zhong Yue's heart was shocked, and he quietly descended from the cloud head. One rolled and transformed into the Xiaomang God Clan, and infiltrated the Xiaomang God Clan's team.

"Yes, I practiced the technique of Sanding Yuandan and transformed into two incarnations of Longyue and Moboxun. Feng Wuji should have also practiced this technique!"

Zhong Yue's heart moved, and he already knew about it.

The three caves of the cunning rabbit, this Feng Wuji is really cunning!

"Yep?"

Right in front of the team, Feng Wuji, who was wearing a black robe, frowned slightly, as if he was being spied on.

However, he continued to move forward calmly, and came to the place where the Xiaomang God Clan Temple was cut off by the previously wounded sword.

In the bottomless ravine, the temple of the Xiaomang Protoss divided into two can be vaguely seen.

The materials used for the temple of the Xiaomang Protoss are naturally excellent, even though they were slashed down into the sky by a sword, apart from being divided into two halves, they were also intact.

"Grandpa, grandpa, you want to use me, but you didn't expect that when you die, I will become the high priest of the Xiaomang Protoss."

Feng Wuji smiled vaguely, a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes.

"You wait here."

Feng Wuji gave a light command and stepped into the abyss.

The Xiaomang Protoss still exists, the temple here has been emptied of everything, and a new temple has long been established elsewhere.

It was in that temple that Feng Wuji communicated with the ancestor Xiaomang and became the new high priest.

However, there are some things in this temple that only the high priest can move.

Therefore, Feng Wuji, who was instructed to come here.

"The Temple of Xiaomang has been evacuated long ago. What does Feng Wuji want to do here?"

Zhong Yue was slightly curious in his heart, and followed silently.

Nine times out of ten, the real masters of the Xiaomang Protoss died. The Xiaomang Protoss who stayed here were not as strong as Zhong Yue, so naturally they couldn't find any trace of Zhong Yue.

With just a shake, Zhong Yue entered the ruins and followed Feng Wuji not far or near.

The Temple of Xiaomang is extremely huge. Even if it is cut into two pieces by a sword, each piece is like a mountain, extremely huge.

However, it is very empty inside, except for the strange stone that was built, other things have long been removed.

ta ta tao~~~~

Feng Wuji was pacing in the Xiaomang Temple, and the low sound of footsteps echoed constantly.

"I've been with me for so long, what do you want to do?"

Suddenly, Feng Wuji turned around abruptly, shouted loudly, and the shocking temple roared.

woohoo~~~

The hall was calm, except for the turbulent air flow caused by the sound waves.

"Trick me?"

Zhong Yue didn't make a sound, but fortunately he reacted, hiding in the shadow of the courtyard pillar, motionless.

"Huh? I was paranoid."

Feng Wuji let out a sigh of relief, shook his head, turned and walked towards the temple again.

Tread~~~

Feng Wuji lowered his head slightly, took seven steps at a pace, and lifted it to the limit in one breath.

Boom!

He suddenly shot, and a large piece of moonlight swept across the four directions like a sword, and the entire temple was shaken, dust billowing, and a cloud of smoke.

Other than that, it was still peaceful, and there was no one at all.

After a long time, the dust dissipated and the hall fell into silence.

There was no light in the ground at all, and at this time it became darker and darker, as if a huge mouth had chosen someone to devour.

"Feng Wuji also hid?"

Zhong Yue couldn't help frowning. At this time, there was no Feng Wuji in the hall.

He didn't dare to open Fuxi Tianyan, otherwise it would be exposed, but if he didn't open it, he wouldn't be able to follow Feng Wuji.

"This wind is ruthless..."

Zhong Yue shook his head in his heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although he was not as talented as Feng Xiaozhong, his cunning and treacherousness was not bad.

It also made him a little undecided, not knowing whether he discovered himself or cheated himself.

"Boy Yue, I smelled the smell of moonlight. I'm afraid there is a moon nucleus hidden in this temple!"

At this moment, Xin Huo's voice sounded in Zhong Yue's mind.

"Lunar core? You mean, the old dog who stole the moon core hid it in the temple?"

Zhong Yue instantly thought of that old tengu, and said:

"So... **** him?"

"Fuck him!"

Xin Huo clenched his fist: "Let me borrow some strength from that little fat man!"

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