"Under the wound!"

"Under the wound!"

"Under the wound!"

At the moment when the wounded came, the sound of cheers like tsunamis broke through the sky and swept through the clouds all over the sky.

Hundreds of thousands? Millions? Or more?

On the edge of the wilderness that thousands of miles away were crowded with crowds of people, crying and cheering.

Most of them have been slaves for generations, and more than one of them has seen their fathers eat by the gods as food.

The extreme depression turned into extreme cheers.

Countless people were crying and knelt on the ground, bowing with the greatest ritual.

"My human race is not humble!"

Zhong Yue seemed to have a wave of heat in his heart, and the corners of his eyes felt a little hot.

"My human race"

Feng Shang's tears flowed everywhere, as if he was drunk.

He saw this scene more than once in his dream and looked forward to it more than once.

Now it's really done.

"This is"

Above the clouds, Fushen felt a slight shock in his heart, and he felt an extremely pure power of faith surging like a wave.

He is not unfamiliar with the power of faith, but such pure power of faith still surprised him a little.

People's hearts are changeable, and it is rare to see such pure power of faith.

Bang ~

He slapped the lion's head, got down the clouds, and came before everyone.

He was injured and received this gift.

He can accept this gift.

But seeing that everyone was about to bow, he slowly raised his hand:

"Everyone, get up."

Huh ~

The invisible power spread out instantly, and at the same time, all the human race who bowed their heads and bowed up.

"Do not hurt me!"

Everyone felt that an invisible and powerful force was lifted up under themselves, and they couldn't help but stand up.

"After today, the human race will never be a slave! There is no need to worship anyone except for ancestors and parents!"

The sad wound stood before everyone, his voice calm, but it sounded in everyone's ears at the same time.

"From then on, our human race will not worship gods or demons. No one except our ancestors need to bow down to him!"

The eyes of the wounded eyes were calm and he said:

"Nature, including me!"

People are born noble, with status or strength, but dignity and no dignity.

Outside the Great Wilderness, there was peace, and only the sound of the wind blew.

The sound of the wounded voice contains his will and his beliefs, not just words.

His words flow like a spring, smoothing out these oppressed and devastated hearts. At the same time, they also turned into seeds of self-improvement and buried in the hearts of all the people present.

Kowtow is not just because he saved them from the sea of ​​suffering. Among them, there are also them who have long been accustomed to kowtowing to God, Demon, and So-called "Great Master".

Therefore, Fushen only received one bow, but no longer received two bows.

"We understand!"

"I understand!"

"We understand!"

After a long silence, a louder response broke through the sky.

Perhaps it was an illusion, a feeling of being hurt, and the power of faith that surged around me was even more.

Fushen shook his head slightly in his heart, knowing that this kind of change will not happen overnight.

Only true power can change all this

There was a hustle and bustle in the sword sect. Countless disciples gathered outside the sword sect, and everyone looked excited.

A grand banquet was held.

In the inner gate of Jianmen, thousands of tables were placed densely on the open space under the Jade Sword Cliff, and thousands of people gathered here.

Most of them are disciples and elders of the Sword Sect, and the others are the patriarchs of other clans.

And in the outer door, there were even ten times more people cheering.

On the Yumen Cliff, Feng Shang, Feng Shouzhu, Shui Zian and others looked at the noise and hustle and bustle in the Jianmen, all of which were a little scented.

Before they could drink, they felt drunk.

No matter what kind of good wine is, it is not as good as the taste in my heart at this moment.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Shui Zian laughed, but tears flowed down her eyes.

He is the most social person among the Jianmen. He has been to countless gods and even demons. He has seen too many human tragedies.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but cry with joy.

"What are you doing on a happy day, Zi'an?"

Feng Shouzhu shook her head and couldn't help but wipe the corners of her eyes.

The Feng clan's dream of all generations was finally realized at this moment, and he was extremely happy.

"You guys."

Feng Shang smiled silently.

He was in such a good mood that the dusk aura on his body seemed to have dissipated two points.

I sat at the top of my head, quietly listening to the noise around me.

Suddenly a voice rang in his ears: "Boy in the dark, how many rounds have you started?"

But it was the fire, and finally couldn't help but feel curiosity in his heart and spoke.

"Not started"

Fushen admitted that he naturally had nothing to hide from this little flame.

"It's really not a turn!"

Tinghuo murmured to himself, unable to help but say, "If you don't open the wheel, how can the soul be so powerful?"

Although he had expected it, he was still very shocked when he heard Fushang's answer.

Without the wheel, it is enough to kill the gods. This is so rare that he has not seen him for so long.

"The Wheel Realm must open up five secret realms, five elements, all things, gods, yin and yang, and Taoist one. The development of the five secret realms is the development of the soul. Without the Wheel, how could your soul be so powerful!"

Tinghuo was very curious.

This kind of situation of laid injury is so rare that he is extremely curious.

"Who said that the power of the soul must be started?"

Fushen was a little silenced, but he also knew that although Tinghuo knew a lot, he was limited to this realm.

It is believed that the soul can only become powerful if it opens the wheel.

This statement is actually correct. The speed of Yuanyang Yuan is more than tens of millions of times slower than opening the wheel.

If he hadn't awakened some of the memories of the deity, he would have started the samsara.

However, when he arrived in this world, he drew a touch of Fuxi's bloodline inspiration, which certainly allowed Tinghuo to recognize it as Fuxi's bloodline and thus taught the idea of ​​the Fire Ji Palace Shuhuang's visualization.

But on the other hand, it is also because of this wisp of Fuxi's bloodline.

If he wanted to completely open up the six realms of reincarnation, he might be pulled over by the Black Emperor who cursed the entire Fuxi bloodline.

Although it is only possible, he naturally won't take any risk.

If the six realms of reincarnation cannot be opened, there is no need to rush to see if he opens the samsara.

"Absorbing the soul?"
To be continued...