The Terran Race is full of purple gas, and the ethnic luck belonging to the Terran race was born in the dark and bloody era before antiquity, and has been passed down to the present day after a long time.

Even now, due to the defeat of the human race, there have been some changes that are not humane, but the humanitarian luck still supports the glorious general trend of the entire human race.

A wisp of purple qi penetrated through this mountain forest soaked in blood qi, and it was immediately noticed.

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Not long after Qingyang Huan left, the void above the Blood Soul Mountain Range shattered, and without the slightest warning, it was knocked open by a big hand, and the shattered space spread for tens of thousands of miles, and the terrifying aura made this mountain range seem to be overturned, and the earth seemed to sink several feet.

A figure in black armor squeezed out of the dim Cave Void World, and his body seemed to be crowding the dim Cave Void World behind him.

A pair of eyes overlooking the entire void from the top of the heavenly dome, every tree, every grain of gravel, did not escape these eyes, and finally landed where Qingyang Huan found the blood.

"Evil obstacles are troublesome, and death is not peaceful. ”

The magnificent heavenly sound was like a decree, and in an instant, this mountain forest suddenly dimmed, and a huge palm broke through the void, directly shattering and annihilating this mountain forest.

"King Blacklight!"

"Meet the King!"

The next moment, in the depths of the Blood Soul Mountain Range, among the fortresses towering on the top of the mountain, there were shouts, and the figures with big hands on their tails were prostrate and kneeling to the ground, with a look of awe in their eyes.

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Qingyang Huan, who escaped from the three-hand domain, also felt a palpitation coming, this palpitation was the same as when the Sea Trapper King took action to suppress him, but at this moment he fled ahead of schedule, making this feeling not like the life-and-death crisis last time.

Leaning on the blood in his arms, a pair of eyes are also blood-red, looking curiously at the surrounding mountains, rivers and land.

The body was still a little timid, and shrunk towards Qing Yang Huan's arms, she was a spirit body, born from thousands of souls, her senses were extremely keen, she could feel that Qing Yang Huan had no malicious intentions.

"My name is Blood, and Grandpa said it was blood. ”

"Uncle said it was the blood of the Terran war. ”

"Grandma said it was the blood of the sea of blood. ”

Looking at the pitiful big eyes of this little guy, the fluctuation in Qing Yanghuan's heart slowly suppressed, this time he escaped, and one day he would step on the Blood Soul Mountain Range.

The Three-Hand Clan uses the blood and bones of the human race as an introduction to extract flesh and soul to cultivate the warriors in their clan, and this feud needs to be washed away with blood and bones.

In a sense, the blood is the continuation of the life of the slaughtered human race in the depths of the Blood Soul Mountains.

They were unwilling, resentful, and their remnants turned into resentful spirits, but in the end they gave birth to blood children.

The newborn blood child has no resentment, his mind is pure and flawless, and he has an enviable spirit body, perhaps this is the last long-cherished wish of the deceased human race.

"Let's go, return to Canglan Island, presumably Wan Jian has almost finished building the god chain. ”

With the turtle not the immortal, Qingyang Huan disappeared into the vast mountains and forests, heading towards the direction of the ocean.

"Let's start with the three-handed clan!"

A chilling killing machine popped out of Qing Yang Huan's mouth word by word, and he already understood why there were only tens of millions of people of human blood in the third-hand domain that was comparable to the area of the four Terran kings.

Jia Luo pays attention to when it is time to retribution for injustice, put down the butcher knife, in his opinion, it is all bullshit, and the sea of blood is deep, and he can only wash it with blood and bones.

If someone else bites, he will bite back.

Returning to Canglan Island, Elder Wan Jian opened a cave under the largest volcano on the island, pierced the earth's veins and triggered flames.

Above the flame was a huge crimson copper tripod, sitting on the fire mouth below, Wan Ji was sitting outside the copper tripod, even if Qingyang Huan appeared, he didn't open his eyes.

Seeing that Wan Ji didn't mean to wake up, Qingyang Huan didn't bother.

He is being troubled by another thing, Canglan Island is too desolate, he can't even see a figure, let alone a place to live, in the words of the turtle immortal, it is a dignified fire temple, and if you want to be famous in the future, you have to live in a cave, this is also a stumbling block.

What's more, there is one more thing now, that is, blood, this little guy must always be taken care of, right?

"Do you want to let the remaining Terrans on Wanghai Island come over?"

The turtle is not immortal.

However, Qingyang Huan didn't answer him directly, he had his own considerations, Wanghai Island couldn't move there, because of the portrayal of the Jingwei Divine Bird, not to mention that there were many feathered spirit fruit trees, which always needed to be taken care of.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought about rebuilding the Wanghai Tribe, and he wouldn't have looked down on the Feathered Spirit Fruit Tree raised by the blood and bones of the human race.

After a while, Gu Buxian also thought of this, and said, "Do you really believe that Jingwei will come back?"

Hearing this, the corners of Qingyang Huan's mouth showed a touch of curvature, and said: "There are no absolutes in earthly things, do you say it?"

Hearing Qingyang Huan say this, Gu Buxian naturally heard the meaning of the words.

"Since the Terrans on Wanghai Island can't move, then gather the remaining Terrans scattered on the nearby sea islands and migrate to Canglan Island, at least the main hall on the island must be cast. ”

"The hall master, my subordinates are fortunate not to be dishonored, and a total of sixteen azure god chains have been created. ”

Two days later, Wan Ji appeared and handed over the divine chains that were like blue dragons, flashing with Dao mysteries, to Qing Yang Huan's hands.

"Elder Wanji, mine the veins as soon as possible and build the warship. ”

The skeleton that belonged to the obsidian dragon whale, Qingyang Huan had already handed it over to Wan Huan.

Wan Jian also knew that Qingyang Huan was so eager to use the warship to go inland to migrate the human blood, and when he came to this continent, everything was starting over, and he seemed a little in a hurry.

"Yes!"

"A new helper will be there soon!"

Putting away the divine chain created by the blue god gold, Qingyang wanted to hand over the blood to the turtle immortal to watch, but the little guy was still timidly looking at the surrounding scene.

"Little uncle, don't you want blood?"

Looking at Chu Chu's pitiful big eyes, the drops of crystal were about to roll down, and Qingyang Huan couldn't help but be defeated, just like when he saw the demon.

"Xue'er is very well-behaved, little uncle, if you cultivate, Xue'er will be waiting for you next to you, and will not disturb you, Xue'er knows, grandpa and uncle will also cultivate, and Xue'er will wait for him next to him. ”

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The cave opened by Elder Wan Jian was occupied by Qingyang Huan, and Elder Wan Huan went out to dig the ore veins.

In order to build the dragon whale warship as soon as possible, migrate the people, and set up the shelves of the Flame Temple, Qingyang Huan, as the master of the temple, is shirtless, and he naturally has to do it himself, who let there be no manpower at hand now.

As for the turtle immortal, he has another task, the Flame Temple wants to gain a foothold here, but it is not just a slogan, the strength required, only the strength can live and reproduce here.

He needs to put up the shelves of the Flame Temple, and when Qingyang Huan returns from reincarnation again, the lack of strong people will be able to replenish, there used to be a Terran ancestral land in the land of the Terran Race, and there was a royal palace, and the Flame Temple was not worthy of the name at all, and he had to look forward and backward.

And now they are far away from the land of the human race, 108,000 miles away from the ancestral land of the human race, naturally there is no constraint, and they can build hard.

As an emperor, at least as a future emperor, at least Gu Buxian himself thinks so, so naturally he has to assist Qingyang Huan to seal the king of heaven and earth, step on the throne, and ascend to the emperor's road.

Emperor, this is the noble position inherited from ancient times.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the emperor of the human race started at the end of the micro, and finally defeated the warriors of the same era to step on the throne of the people.

Now he wants to become such an existence, not only that, but the ancestor of his family was the emperor of the human race a long, long time ago, and assisted several human emperors.

He wants to surpass the ancestor and become the strongest emperor in the past.

"Ahem. ”

Suddenly, Gu Buxian shook his head, sobered up, and seemed to think a little more, so let's do the things in front of me first.

In order to build a warship, Qingyang Huan retrieved a divine craftsman from reincarnation, and casually sealed the position of the master of the Divine Weapon Hall of the Flame Temple, after all, compared to the half-king powerhouse, the half-king with craftsmanship naturally can't wait for leisure.

But if the Flame Temple wants to take root here, it can't do it with a single Divine Weapon Temple.

As the master of the Flame Temple, Qingyang Huan carried forward the spirit of shaking off the hall master and directly handed over these tedious affairs to Gu Buxian.

"As a future emperor, can it be difficult to get me turtle immortal, what I learned in the Star Divine Mountain covers the universe, and the small affairs are not worth mentioning. ”

Thinking of this, Gu Buxian looked at the cave where Qingyang Huan was and raised his head arrogantly.

"Well, let me think about it. ”

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The cave was filled with a faint heat, and Qingyang Huan sat in a corner of the cave, with a faint cyan divine light flowing on his body, exuding a touch of warmth.

Xue'er was a foot away from his body, his little body sat on a stone, his eyes flashed with light, he looked at him like this blinking, crooked his little head from time to time, and the breath on his little uncle made Xue'er very relieved.

If only the grandparents and uncles could come back.

Blood thought so.

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A month later.

The silent Qingyang opened his eyes without warning, his eyes burst out with divine electricity, and the shadow of the ancient bronze door floated in the depths of his pupils.

"Damn, Ah Huan, you finally woke up, Master Turtle, I am grateful for the flowers I was waiting for. ”

Seeing Qingyang Huan wake up, Gu Buxian suddenly screamed, eager to pounce on him all at once.

Xue'er also showed surprise in his eyes, the little uncle hadn't spoken to Xue'er for so long.

stroked the long blood-colored hair of the blood that squeezed over, and nodded at the excited look of the turtle Buxian.