"This system is committed to serving every host and leading this race to become the strongest in suppressing the Ten Thousand Worlds!"

"Suppress the owner of the Ten Thousand Worlds System: Yang Ji

Realm: Seven veins of the Washing Pulp Realm (one pulse can improve one realm!)

Pleasure value: 0 points

Exercises: None (not counted!)

Martial arts no (not beginner counts!)

Note: Pleasure is obtained by the host who needs to make people of their own race happy, and if the host's race continues to be unhappy and is depressed for a long time, something uncontrollable may happen.

Pleasure points can help the host learn martial arts or improve etc.!

After the host improves the realm, it consumes a certain amount of pleasure points to open a new function, so please upgrade the realm as soon as possible. ”

"Why do you want to make others happy?" Yang Ji immediately became depressed when he saw this pleasure value, he was obviously a cold person, and it was almost the same as being angry with others.

"Brother, what are you talking about, what do you see in front of you?" Yang Shulin said.

"It's nothing!" Yang Ji immediately put away the system information when he heard his sister talking to him, but saw a scene that made him unforgettable.

The sea water around Yang Ji and the two of them had disappeared at some point, and now they were standing on an altar.

As far as the eye could see, there were scarred humans all around, some of them closed their eyes to recover from their injuries, and some of them looked haggard as they looked at the humans who suddenly appeared in the altar, full of joy.

"Could this be the last surviving human in this world?" Yang said secretly in his heart, his eyes on the old man closest to the altar.

He also sat cross-legged, with white hair and white clothes.

Perhaps sensing Yang Ji's gaze, he opened his eyes and said.

"Don't look at it, there are all humans from the three continents here, and there are only so many people left!

I am Yun Mo, the master of this spatial crack, you are welcome here! Emperor Yun's son Yang Ji, Yang Shulin"! Yang Mo stepped forward and said.

As soon as Yang Mo's words fell, the people around him opened their eyes, and each pair of eyes looked at Yang Mo and them with hope.

Emperor Yun is the strongest person in this world, and his daughter and son are also people who have high hopes for this, and they all expect Yang Ji and them to escape here safely.

The Holy Capital is the common point of attack of all races, and if Emperor Yun's son and daughter come here, it means that the other geniuses of the human race who did not come will either be killed or arrested.

Thinking of this, everyone's mood was a little gloomy.

"Yang Mo, put your token in the groove of the altar!" Yang Mo said.

"Why?" Yang Ji was looking at the clansmen around him, and he didn't react for a while.

"When carrying out the last hope of mankind, this task, as long as Yang Ji and you reach the Land of Hope, the door of the Land of Hope will be closed!" Yang Mo explained, thinking that Yang Ji had forgotten.

"This ......"

Yang Ji looked at the people around the altar at a loss, and everyone around nodded their heads.

They also hope that more people will come to the Land of Hope, but the greater the danger of exposing the door open, and once this place is discovered, there is no hope for the strong to break into the Terran race.

Yang Ji looked down, although there were many tokens inserted around them, but most of the tokens were not inserted, which means that there are still many people who have not arrived.

Once they decide to close the door, even if these people reach the door, they will definitely not be able to enter, and in turn it will ruin everyone's hope.

"Wait another day, right?" Yang Ji said, they also came early because of special circumstances.

"What about you?" Yang Mo looked at the teenagers and girls around him, and then asked for their opinions.

Boys and girls are also the hope of the rise of the human race, and they also have the right to choose, if they choose the wrong one, everyone here is likely to be found dead.

Then the Terrans will never rise again, and as soon as they die, the inheritance of the Terrans will really be cut off.

"Wait another day! Originally, when the token passed out of the fluctuation, it meant that the timer began, and now it's only two days. A teenager said.

"That's right! Yang Ji and they arrived early, which can't cut off the many Terran compatriots outside the door. ”

When the token passes through the fluctuations, the token also informs the opening and closing times of the Land of Hope.

That is, the place of hope must be reached within three days of the fluctuation, and if it is late, the land of hope must be closed.

If Emperor Yun's son and daughter arrive early, the door of hope must be closed.

If Yang Ji and the two do not arrive within the specified time, they will also be closed, which is also the worst plan.

Because at that time, there will definitely be many alien races who will be arrested, and the descendants of the strongest, Yang Ji and the two are the most dangerous ones.

If Yang and the two arrive early, then many aliens will also chase after the two of them, and the danger of exposure will be greatly increased.

How good it would be if Yang Ji and the two arrived later! This thought appeared in the hearts of every boy and girl.

"Yang Mo, you must answer my following questions truthfully!" Yang Mo said with a solemn face.

"Good...... Okay!" Yang Ji always felt that something was wrong when he looked at everyone's eyes, and his answer was a little dull.

"Did you enter the Land of Hope and be hunted down by an alien or if there was a alien around your door!

Answer truthfully!"

Yang Mo's voice was thick and resounded in everyone's minds, and he even used the power of his exercises and soul to say this passage, so that the people who heard it answered honestly in their hearts, and the questions of the people asked.

"There are no aliens, there are no aliens within a thousand miles!" replied truthfully, his mind was covered by Yang Mo's voice, and he couldn't think of other thoughts at all.

The alien race, that is, other races other than the human race, are all called alien races.

In their eyes, those who are not of my race will have different hearts.

"Are there any aliens chasing you on your flight, do you kill them, or do they leave without a fight!"

The purpose of Yang Mo's question was to judge whether the alien race would have the intention of letting the human race escape, so as to find more hidden human races.

"No!" Yang replied, his voice heroic, and everyone heard it clearly.

"On your way to escape, did your people and compatriots give up on you to escape in order to protect your death?" Yang Mo asked.

"The death of my father, the death of my mother, and the death of many seniors have opened a gap for us to escape. Yang replied, his voice a little heavy, indicating that he was also sad.

"Since it's everyone's idea, then everyone shares the responsibility!" Yang Mo said, there are still 18 hours left until the full three days, and I hope nothing will happen in these 18 hours.

Everyone was silent, and they didn't seem to know whether this choice was right or wrong, and they were very sympathetic when they heard that Yang Ji was suffering the same as them.

There is also some inequality in my heart, why did Yang Ji close the door of hope when he arrived early, didn't he give up many compatriots of the human race?

Who hasn't escaped from the siege of a foreign race?

The only thing that made them feel equal was that the sons and daughters of Emperor Yun had exactly the same process as theirs, and they had to answer three questions honestly when they entered the altar to confirm whether there was a problem with their identity.