Although he was now in a remote and old inn in the Heavenly City, he could still see the prosperity of the city through the window.

It's a pity that this excitement has nothing to do with the Terrans.

The human race was driven deep into the mountains and old forests, living in dilapidated thatched huts, without food and clothing, and worried all day long about the encroachment of murderous sales, the cruelty of demons, and even the persecution of foreign races.

The rule that "the Terrans shall not build cities without permission" alone has left countless people without a warm and stable home, shelter, not to mention other more cruel conditions.

And he came to the Heavenly City to change all this, to change this miserable situation.

The territory of the Western Desert Wasteland is huge, and there are countless dangers hidden in the lofty mountains, and fierce and manic beasts have appeared in hordes, not to mention violent and ferocious demons.

Buddhism is high, and countless alien races monopolize all resources, blocking the human race from the door, and ordinary people cannot set foot on the path of cultivation or observe more esoteric Taoism.

Although there are inheritances in some Terran families or forbidden places for cultivating immortals, the law is not passed on, and with the alien attack on the condensed Terran forces, the people in the Western Desert cannot communicate, nor can they know the profound Dao Law.

Most people's situation is to live in the mountains and forests, carefully avoiding the predation of fierce beasts and strange and fierce demons.

Slightly more powerful tribes are also exploited by foreign races, and if they fail to complete their tasks, they will be punished more severely, and even exterminated.

The human race reproduces faster than other races, but there is no strong talent and supernatural powers, the physical body is fragile, and it is very easy to fall.

The alien race excludes the human race, occupies countless places with rich spiritual energy and beautiful spirits, and exploits and abuses the human race on weekdays, and the harm is no less than that of fierce beasts and demons, and even more so.

Don't look at the prosperity of Weitian City, but Li Jihuang didn't guess that he knew that it was bought with the blood of countless people.

I don't know how many people died under the city because of the construction of the city, turned into unjust souls, I don't know how many people who dug spiritual mines and transported materials died in disasters, not to mention those who were forcibly taken captive, suffered the pain of broken homes and people, and were enslaved.

In the Xiongguan in the Guyuan Mountain Range, which is known as the land of hope for the human race, it is a lie, and there is a dark side hidden under the exploitation and cruelty of the red fruit and the human race, under the glorious and prosperous central city of this majestic plain.

He came all the way, although he went straight to the Heavenly City, he saw the bleak situation of the human race in the large and small tribes, countless people could not even ask for a comfort, and even did not know how many tribes were slaughtered because of the exploitation of foreign races.

In many places, only weathered Terran buildings remain, and the misery has always reverberated in them, unable to be unraveled.

Although he came to the rescue from time to time, he could not change this cruel fact!

What he can do is only change from the source!

Starting from Weitian City, change the situation of the human race, and begin to make plans for the rise of the human race, subtly affecting the Western Desert.

Now that the seventy-two mountain demon kings are competing for the list in Weitian City, the arrival of various alien forces is just right for him to figure it out.

He was not afraid that the alien races in the plains would hate him, assassinate him, or be hated by the entire alien race of the Western Desert.

What he feared was that the human race in the entire Western Desert that was ruled by foreign races, those helpless and weak compatriots, would die under the anger of the aliens because of his actions.

He doesn't have to think about the hatred of the alien race, but he cares about the safety of those ordinary people, if because of his drastic move, he is retaliated by the Western Desert alien race with human blood, what should he do?

He was alone, and he was weak.

The territory of Weiyuan is vast, and he can't afford to take care of more people, let alone the entire Western Desert.

Even if he really put aside all scruples and killed all the alien forces in the Western Desert, how many people would be left in the end? Moreover, many immortals and Buddhas in the Buddhist Sect were aliens.

On the one hand, he had to worry about the desperate resistance of the alien race, and on the other hand, he had to consider the problem of the human race.

Now, I can only slowly plot, first build my own foundation, and then grow into a behemoth.

At that time, without killing a single person, it will be able to deter countless ghosts.

Although the alien forces of the Western Desert are huge and intricate, they are not monolithic, they seem to be tight, but they can be leveraged!

Now that the seventy-two mountain demon kings in Weiyuan are competing for the list, and countless forces are coming, he can test the bottom line of the alien race and slowly pry the foundation of the other party.

Indifferently, Li Jihuang's fierce gaze became gentle, he shook his head with a smile, closed the window and returned to the bed.

Today, after he absorbed the demonic qi of Naji Xiu, the yin and yang qi in his body just reached a breakthrough point, and tonight he planned to refine this power and break through to the Daoyuan realm, and it would be more convenient to do things later.

Slowly, he closed his eyes and stared, no longer paying attention to the outside world, but a group of uninvited guests quietly arrived.

"My lord, I see those monkeys coming here!"

"Here?"

With a wave of his hand, the dignified-looking alien leader surged like a tide.

With a wave of his hand, countless black-armored sergeants stopped moving, neatly and orderly, without making a sound.

"Come on, go to my token, go to the general, just say that the murderer in the case of the destruction of the mansion in Weitian City has been found, and ask him to decide. ”

The commander took out a token, and someone quickly took it, and the figure disappeared into the alley.

Slowly, the majestic black-armored sergeant surrounded this place, although it did not burst out, but the solemn and cold meaning was terrifying, and passers-by retreated one after another, so dare to see the excitement?

The dilapidated inn was silent, and the dim lights flickered through the cracks, as if unaware of the changes in the outside world.

Under the inn, the shopkeeper happily counted the spirit stones, his eyes were red, he counted them many times, but he was happy.

He didn't expect that this kind of dilapidated inn would have people spend a lot of money on their wallets.

The monkeys, who had been tortured all over their bodies during the day, were now asleep, exhausted and immersed in dreams, not knowing that a catastrophe was coming.

Nearly 10,000 black-armored sergeants surrounded this place, and the environment was surprisingly quiet, but no one could find this scene.

On the sill of the second floor, the dilapidated window was opened at this time, making a squeaking sound, as if it was about to collapse if it could not bear the force.

The figure of the old dragon bell appeared on the windowsill, and when he looked at the black-armored sergeant below, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva greedily, as if he had seen some delicious food.

Inexplicably, the bodies of countless black-armored sergeants trembled, as if they had been poured a breath of cold air from head to toe, trembling inexplicably, and the blades in their hands were almost unstable.

Suddenly, someone came with an order, and the commander took a look, and some were relieved, and ordered the withdrawal of the army again and again.

Suddenly, the black-armored sergeant receded like a tide, and the shopkeepers, servants, and sleeping monkeys in the inn did not know that the dangerous crisis quietly disappeared.

Upstairs, the old figure sighed and slowly closed the window.

In the early morning, the bright sunlight drilled out of the black curtain, and every inch of golden light shone on the earth.

Slowly, the young man who had maintained a meditative posture that night moved his eyelids and opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to be repeating heaven and earth, yin and yang changing, and a mysterious Taoist rhyme flashed.

"Sir, Hou Qingshan is looking for you!"

There was a knock outside the door, Li Jihuang responded, walked out slowly, nodded to Xia Xianghu, and then went downstairs.

"Sir, I'm going to sign up for the Seventy-Two Mountain Demon King competition today?"

When Hou Qingshan, who was not lightly injured, saw him, he hurriedly got up to say hello, but he pulled the injuries on his body and grinned in pain.

"Well, you go and sign up first, and we'll take care of the rest. ”

After Li Jihuang ordered Chi Zhu to stay in the inn, he beckoned Xia Xianghu to go out.

Chi Zhu devoured a lot of blood food yesterday, but he was also willing to leave the refining energy behind.

The towering sky city is huge and lively, and Li Jihuang and the others walked on the street, but it made him a little trance.

It was as if he had returned to the time when he walked in the city of the Southern Regions, but unfortunately he couldn't go back to his home, and he didn't know how the ancients had been in the past three years.

He shook his head with a smile, threw his thoughts out of his mind, and walked down the street with his head held high.

He and Xia Xianghu were tall, but now in this city full of aliens, like children, they were obscured by many burly and strong aliens.

But the momentum on his body made many people dare not underestimate it, although they were not afraid, they did not dare to provoke.

Although Li Jihuang's face is handsome and gentle, he exudes the majesty of a superior from time to time, coupled with that calm and calm look, like a character from a certain family.

And Xia Xianghu is fierce and burly, although the fierce murderous aura is not deliberately revealed, it gives people a solemn feeling, as if it has touched a bloody blade.

In addition, Li Jihuang has the aura of a heavenly demon to hide, no one can see his cultivation and heels, this confident demeanor, and he did not think about his identity to the human race.

Even if there is a human family in Weiyuan, how dare you appear in this alien city in this alien city if you are low-key on weekdays, or live in seclusion in the mountains and forests?

The two walked swaggering down the street, and neither of them doubted their identities.

Li Jihuang walked silently, although he saw many injustices, he didn't pay attention to them, and observed the city of this huge ancient city.

I don't know how many streets and alleys they have bypassed, how many roads they have walked, and suddenly they are attracted by the noisy place in front of them, and they can't help but take a look.

This time, I saw acquaintances again.

Monkey Qingshan, who went to sign up for the seventy-two mountain demon kings in the morning, is now being troubled.

"Phew, even you, are you qualified to participate in the Seventy-Two Mountain Demon King Competition?"

The tall and burly minotaur sneered, and stepped on the monkey Qingshan's face: "Dog, don't look at who Lao Tzu is? What about Lao Tzu cutting in line? What qualifications do you have to stand here like a waste like you?"

His sarcastic voice drew more ridicule, and Monkey Qingshan's face turned red. I wanted to get up, but I was trampled on the head by the other party, and I was powerless to resist, and I was ashamed.

The brand-new robe was now bleeding a lot, as if it had been wounded by the bull-headed alien race, and the old wound had broken again.

Monkey Qingshan was aggrieved, blushing, and said with grief and indignation: "Everyone can participate in the seventy-two mountain demon king competition, not to mention that I have been in line all morning, even if you cut the line, why do you humiliate me!"

"What about humiliating you? believe it or not, I'm going to kill you!"

The bull-headed alien smiled coldly and slowly pulled out the big knife at his waist.