However, the vaster the world and the more powerful the more he is, the more he is happy.

The atmosphere on the field fell slightly, and everyone's hearts were a little heavy.

Even if the true gods are old, they are not able to deal with them.

If the gods suppress the sword gate, except for the hidden wounds, no one in the entire sword gate can be inserted.

“Where is this easy?”

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

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

The God of God is not a god, and even a god is not an immortal being.

He is going to die.

"Big Brother"

Feng Shouzhu held his brother's dry palm, and his heart was also depressed.

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

"No need to comfort me."

Feng Shang patted his younger brother's thin palms as thin as himself and smiled: "I'm just going first, you still have to come with me!"

"Brother, remember to wait for me!"

Feng Shouzhu also smiled, and tears fell on her face as she smiled: "I will wait side by side before my lifetime, and I will leave together after my death!"

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

"Sector Master"

Zhong Yue, Fang Jiange, Jun Sixie and others shook their bodies, as if they felt something, and a sad look appeared on their faces.

"Okay, wait for you, brother, wait for you!"

Feng Shang patted his brother's hand and stood up.

Looking at the reluctant people, the old man smiled slightly and said, "When the human race rules the world, remember not to forget to tell me!"

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

The old man said, laughing three times, and he was shocked, and fell to the ground and sat down, leaving him with a smile.

"Old Sect Master!"

"Sect Master!"

"Brother!"

Zhong Yue, Feng Shouzhu and others exclaimed in surprise, feeling very sad and crying on the ground.

"Sect Master!"

Shui Zi'an Lao burst into tears, lying on Feng Shang's body, feeling so sad that he couldn't help himself.

"Big Brother"

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

"Old Sword God Feng is leaving!"

Fushen shook his head slightly, sighed, and stepped forward to close his eyes for the old man: "You should witness it with your own eyes when the human race rules the world!"

Feng Shang's death was caused by the fact that he had been in secret and had too many deaths in his life, which could be regarded as a death toll.

However, there are six realms of reincarnation in this world, and life and death are nothing, and it is only a matter of time to return.

"Old man"

Just as Feng Shang passed away, a huge roar suddenly roared and shook in the sealed hall of Jianmen Town.

Boom!

The loud noise was like thunder and spread to the Sword Gate.

Amid everyone's shaking eyes, the Zhenfeng Hall of Jianmen that suppressed many demons collapsed, and a figure in white clothes broke out of the air, with long hair messy and crazy expressions.

The figure didn't even look at Jianmen, and screamed and broke through the air.

"Feng Xiaozhong"

Fushen raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the figure who was escaping, frowned slightly, and then sootheed.

"The old sect leader is really interested."

He glanced at Feng Shang, who was already angry, and knew that the old man still couldn't bear to part with his son at the last moment of his life.

Therefore, Feng Xiaozhong was let go.

Otherwise, Feng Xiaozhong at this time should have no possibility of breaking the seal.

"Feng Xiaozhong!"

Shui Zian and Feng Shouzhu also shook their bodies and recognized the figure who was walking through the air.

After being shocked, the two of them also looked at Feng Shang's corpse, sighed in their hearts, and did not move any more.

They can naturally guess what Fushang can guess.

"The son of the sect leader, Feng Xiaozhong"

Zhong Yue was also slightly shocked in his heart, and he knew that the person who escaped was Feng Shang's son, the devil who had been smart and seeking the Tao since he was a child, and had a paranoid dissection of the same clan.

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

Curious about the mystery of magical powers, the magic of the universe, and the true seeker of the mystery of the great way.

It can be seen from his analysis of the body and soul of all races.

"Boy Yue's name is Feng Xiaozhong. Fuxi's bloodline is much richer than you!"

Tsuke suddenly spoke.

"Elder Fu doesn't have to worry."

Feng Shouzhu picked up his eldest brother's body, looked at Fushen, and said, "Since the eldest brother let him go, he will never come back, let alone be an enemy of our human race."

With a hint of grief in his expression, he got off the Jade Sword Cliff.

"Not being an enemy of the human race does not mean that we are not an enemy of me."

Fushen shook his head in his heart.

Feng Xiaozhong is deeply trapped in the calamity of enlightenment, and can be said to be a life-and-death relationship with the deity. Even if this failure is the case, he will still be resolute in 100 million years.

Because he was trapped in the Dao Tribulation, he was no longer a normal person.

No normal thinking can be calculated.

However, he had no intention of catching up.

Feng Xiaozhong’s battle with him cannot be ended by killing his past.

Unless he evolved into three thousand reincarnations in 100 million years and became the new Taoist master, this battle will never end

Feng Shang passed away, Jianmen was very sad, all the tribes in the wilderness were mourned, and countless people were heartbroken.

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

His death caused many clans to come to Jianmen to attend the funeral.

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

A few months later, under the witness of the Sect Master of Jianmen, the new Sect Master Sixie ascended the position of the Sect Master, and the grief of Feng Shang's passing was slightly dissipated.

On the golden top of the sword gate, Fushang, as the acting sect leader, passed on all the great free sword energy taught by Feng Shang and other secrets of the sword gate to Jun Sixie.

He naturally had no intention of becoming the leader of the Sword Sect.

"Thank you, the elder Fushen, for teaching the secret method."

Jun Sixie bowed slightly to express his gratitude.

Although she was the leader of the sect at this time, Fushang was the number one master of the human race and a god-level existence. Naturally, she did not dare to neglect her and had a very respectful attitude.

"It is originally the master of the Sword Sect. It is taught that you are just the original owner of the object, so you don't have to thank me."

Fushen sat cross-legged on the big stone and said after hearing this.

Everything in the Sword Sect temptation to him was extremely limited, and he had no intention of monopolizing whether it was the Great Free Sword Energy or other things.

Jun Sixie became the lord of the Sword Sect, and all this is naturally hers.

"The elder is the most suitable for being the sect leader"

Jun Wuxie smiled bitterly.

The position of the Lord of the Sword Sect seemed to be like a hot potato. He was injured. Fang Jiange accidentally, Shui Zi'an refused and finally fell into her hand.

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