"The Big Dipper is dead, the Big Dipper is born... The Big Dipper is seven stars appear, this kid..."

Zhong Yue was very surprised because, as the star attacked by the main soldier flashed, stars lit up in the sky.

"Tsk tsk, luck is coming."

Tinghuo was amazed. He had seen many spiritual bodies born from the stars. It is really rare to see the sword gate who came to the world with two stars in a day.

"Even if the soldiers who are the masters of death come to the world, it is a good thing."

Zhong Yue fell down from the clouds and muttered in his heart.

Given the current situation of the human race, even if a soldier leader comes to the world, it is a good thing.

Because, even though many gods temporarily released their slaves back to the human race because of fear of being hurt, the human race did not rise up.

The calmness on the surface is just a concealment of the surging in the secret.

You should know that there were countless demon gods who died in battle when the demon clan rose. Even if the old gods of the god clan were alive for a short time, they would not be able to watch the human race grow bigger.

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

On the Jade Sword Cliff, the eyes of the burrowed wounds opened and closed, reflecting the birth of two little children.

"The way of luck is indeed mysterious."

The wounded and his eyes were closed and he muttered to himself slightly.

Gongsun Xuanyuan's birth may have the help of the emperor, but the other one seems to have come into being.

As for the reason that he came to the world, but because the situation of the human race in this world is manifested in accordance with the way of existence, it is unknown if the wound is hidden.

After all, he is not the original deity. With his current strength, he is far from comparable to the original deity's blood, so he naturally cannot peek at other Daluo.

However, he was too lazy to be careful about why.

Anyway, there is no one who can surpass Zhong Yue in this world, so he is truly born.

The rest are just a few things, and Zhong Yue is enough to suppress it steadily.

Therefore, just a glance, he closed his eyes again, entered the sea of ​​consciousness, and continued to improve the Shenting Temple World-Stand Map.

Even though there were tens of millions of people visualizing the Shenting Temple's World-State Map, they still had to focus on his will.

Even if you gather the crowd, you must determine the main and deputy.

Blindly leveraging power will only be turned over and bound into it like a god cultivated by faith.

This principle will naturally not be understood by Fushen.

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

Of course, for him, it is a speed that is fast to the extreme for anyone else.

Even at this time, Zhong Yue was a little out of reach.

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

On the golden top of the sword gate, Jun Si had a trace of worry on his evil face.

Between the clouds and sky in the far distance, Zhong Yue's figure flashed by.

"Junior Brother Zhong is very capable of causing trouble. I just hope he won't cause any big trouble this time."

Jun Sixie was a little worried.

Although the Great Wilderness was in charge at this time, the gods were not really afraid, but were hidden fangs and ready to launch a thunder attack.

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

If Zhong Yue is too rude, even if the gods don’t come out, he will be unable to resist the powerful people who are close to the gods.

If you move your whole body with one move, it is very likely that the war will break out early.

What she didn't know was that Fushen did not maintain any balance with anyone. The reason why he did not take action was to return to the Shenting Temple.

"The master of the sect should not worry."

Shui Zian stroked his beard lightly and smiled slightly, saying, "The Lord of the Bell is doing thick and thin, and it seems to be walking on thin ice, but in fact it is all in danger, so there should be no trouble."

"I hope so."

Jun Sixie nodded and said, "Elder Shui, please walk through the Great Wilderness and urge the establishment of the city and the spread of martial arts."

"It's about the future of our human race, I won't be careless."

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

I was buried in Jianmen Mountain. Jianmen is the safest place in the Great Wilderness, so naturally there is no need for too many people to guard it.

In fact, at this time, there was no other master on Jianmen Mountain except Jun Sixie.

Even, except for the outer disciples who have not yet been promoted to Qi training, most of the disciples of the Sword Sect have traveled everywhere.

Jun Sixie stopped for a long time, but didn't know what he remembered. He suddenly smiled and murmured: "Maybe, I can still become the master of Jianmen Zhongxing!"

The girl's chuckling sound drifted with the wind, and Jun Sixie turned around and returned to the hall.

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

Zhong Yue got off the sword gate and wandered in the wilderness. He looked at the stone tablets erected in the tribes and the cities that rose from the ground, and felt quite moved.

Along the way, he stopped to watch from time to time, and occasionally took action to rescue some tribe members.

At this time, even with the help of many Qi-training men of the Jianmen, the lives of many small tribes would not be very good.

If you simply survive, it is naturally enough, but if you want the whole nation to practice, the disadvantage will be a bit big.

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

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

"No wonder many gods want to feed on humans. Simple plants are not enough to bear the consumption of cultivation."

Zhong Yue had some clarity in his heart, but also felt a hint of urgency.

Previously, Fushang used his sword to kill Xiaomang Temple to force all races to give up the human slaves, but that could not be really given up, just because Fushang came too quickly.

All races who have come to their senses may not give up.

"If only one clan in this world can stand at the top, it can only be a human clan! Whether it is the Xiaomang God Clan, Zhujian God Clan, Bifang God Clan... they are all enemies."

Zhong Yue stood on the clouds and murmured in his heart.

The rise of a clan will surely pave a peak road with the flesh and blood of other races.

Huh~~~

As the air flow vibrated, Zhong Yue left the Great Wilderness, stepped through the land of the Godly War, and came to the land of the Western Wilderness again.

"Xiaomang God Clan... That's it, Feng Wuji? Didn't he be sealed in the sword sect? Was Feng Xiaozhong brought him with him when he ran away? Or......"

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

Zhong Yue was shocked and quietly got off the clouds. He rolled and turned into the Xiaomang God Clan and smuggled into the Xiaomang God Clan team.

"Yes, I practiced the Three Determination Yuan Dan technique and transformed into two incarnations of Longyue and Mo Boxun. Feng Wuji should have also practiced this skill!"

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

The cunning rabbit has three holes, Feng Wuji is indeed cunning!

"kindness?"

In front of the team, Feng Wuji, wearing a black robe, frowned slightly, as if he felt that he was being peeped at.

But he continued to move forward without hesitation and came to the place where the temple of Xiaomang God Clan was cut by the sword before.

In the bottomless ravines, the temples of the Xiaomang God Clan can be vaguely seen.

The temple materials of the Xiaomang God Clan are naturally very good. Even if they were hit by a sword in the sky, they were not only divided into two halves, but also intact.

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

Feng Wuji smiled obscurely, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"You are waiting here."

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

The Xiaomang God Clan still exists, and the temple here has long been emptied everything inside it, and a new temple has long been established elsewhere.

Feng Wuji communicated with the ancestor Xiaomang in that temple 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 received the order came here.

"The Xiaomang Temple here has been emptied. What did Feng Wuji want to do when he comes here?"

Zhong Yue was slightly curious and followed quietly.

Eight out of ten true masters of the Xiaomang God Clan died. The Xiaomang God Clan who stayed here was not as strong as Zhong Yue, so naturally they could not find Zhong Yue's traces.

With just a shaking, Zhong Yue entered the ruins and followed Feng Wuji not far or near.
To be continued...