Nangong Fan's steps as he prepared to move forward paused slightly, his face full of astonishment, and he found that he seemed to be a little unable to understand the strange brain circuits of the orc race.

I should have killed their parents, right? Why did they worship themselves like God? What happened to the world? Nangong Fan fell into a link of deeply questioning himself and the world. He doesn't seem to know this "colorful" world anymore.

The young people, who had been chased and killed, and subconsciously fled in embarrassment, finally found out that something was wrong.

With red eyes, they looked up at Nangong Fan, who was standing quietly in the sky, frowning and contemplating a little similarity to them, and then looked at the figure of the adult orc clan on the platform, tilted their heads and glanced at each other, although they didn't know why they became like this, and they didn't know who Nangong Fan was, but they no longer fled senselessly, and each let out a beast-like roar, and rushed straight towards the orc clan who knelt on the ground.

Teeth are bitten, heads are hammered, hands and feet are used together.

Grabbing the mud and sand from the ground, he threw it at the enemy's eyes, bent down and picked up the loose fence wood and swung it vigorously, picking up small stones and throwing them at them in an orderly manner.

Do it all!

As long as they can see and use it, whatever it is, it can become their weapon.

They are venting their fear of death, the resentment in their hearts, the depression of the past, and the sadness of being kept as a plaything!

The young orcs who have raised blood since childhood are not soft persimmons, and they don't care about worshiping the gods, so they stand up in a roar and shake the Terran youth who fell on them away.

There was chaos on the field again.

If Nangong Fan doesn't look at the head, just by looking at the movements, it is completely impossible to distinguish who is the human race and who is the orc race. The attack methods are so bloody, so unruly, like a thug tearing, like two demon beasts competing.

Nangong Fan looked at the audience silently, even if the youth of the clan accounted for the majority of the people in the field, but because they were too thin, they were far from being the opponent of the young men of the orc clan who looked like a calf.

After all, the human race has not undergone systematic training, there is no one to guide them, and most of them even have no spiritual power in their bodies, and now they are fighting tenaciously with only a breath of blood and weak physical strength, and they are unwilling to fight stubbornly.

It's just that their delicate bodies may be more resistant than the childhood Terrans of the galaxy, but that's all.

Whenever the Terran youth was in danger, Nangong Fan would pop out with a light finger, and a stream of spiritual power would shoot out from his fingertips, roaring in front of the Terran youth to easily block the deadly attack of the Orc Clan.

Even if Nangong Fan's mind is not here now, the spiritual sense that envelops the audience can also allow him to strike first, ensuring that there will not be the slightest mistake.

Today's Nangong Fan is thinking about all kinds of profound questions.

From this ordinary small village, you can get a glimpse of the leopard, and the status of the human race in the minds of the orcs may be worse than that of the demon beasts.

At least in addition to the fact that the flesh and blood of the demon beasts are a great supplement to their cultivation body, they can also be used for their own use after being tamed, and they are extremely loyal and will not betray. The flying monster beast that can fly freely in the sky is the fragrant bun in the eyes of every orc clan.

For them, the Terrans are simply a tasty food, a toy for them to fiddle with and vent.

This is a label that the orcs were branded in front of their eyes by the elders when they were young, and after they grew up, they were imprinted in their hearts and could not be dispelled.

It's not something he can change just by killing hordes of orcs.

He didn't have the means to slaughter the entire orc race in the Starry Sky Realm.

He can save the characters of a planet, and even the Terrans of an entire galaxy in the future, but how can he save the Terrans of the entire sea of stars?

What has been rooted in the roots, how can he change?

This is an almost unsolvable problem for Nangong Fan.

How did the ancients do that the ancients did the picture of the hundred tribes living together in a city where the master talked about, and although there were fights but they did not distinguish each other? Could it be just the casual words of comfort from the master?

Nangong Fan shook his head, no longer thinking about the problem that was extremely unsolvable for him now, his fingers flicked, the brown light shone, and the orc youth on the field were all knocked to the ground by him in an instant.

The Terran youth let out an excited roar, drowning the orcs, who wanted to bite with their mouths, and wanted to eat the orcs who had bullied them in the past.

Only by giving back to the other in his way is that he will be happy!

Nangong Fan couldn't help frowning slightly, and the momentum on his body surged, pressing all the human races in place together, until their eyes were forced to gradually become clear, no longer bloody and crazy, and then they retracted their momentum.

Invisible fluctuations emanated from Nangong Fan's body, his young and slightly immature face was more serious, and his majestic voice resounded in the depths of the souls of all the human races present, "Our human race is the strongest race in this heaven and earth, we may have joys and sorrows, we may have temporary dissatisfaction, we may have many, many unwilling things, but why are we strong? Why do we stand at the top of the Three Realms? Why are we called human beings? Because we have human nature! We have good hearts!" We have a lot of things that are very important to us Terrans, and I don't want you to lose your humanity and become like the Orcs who can't find your own place and become the walking dead, and spend the rest of your lives in desolation. ”

Nangong Fan's words were very sincere, and seeing the tired but tenacious figures of these human races, he felt pain from the bottom of his heart.

The human race stands proudly at the top of the Three Realms, subverting the trillion-year-old rule of the demon race, relying only on strength?

Having grown up listening to stories about the growth of the Terrans, he understands that strength is the main factor, but not the inevitable factor.

Aren't the demons strong? Aren't the gods and demons of the past strong? Why were their rule destroyed? And why did the Terrans, who were born weaker than them, stand tall in the sky from now on?

The hundred races of heaven and earth, the human race has its current status by virtue of friendliness, tolerance, heart higher than the sky, and unity, and it is also the rise of the human race that has ended the tragic racial struggle in the human world for countless years.

And this kind of tolerance has also made the Terran more powerful, the bloodline has begun to diversify, and the emergence of various strong physiques has pushed the Terran to one peak after another, and also made its own position more unbreakable, even if the Three Realms were in the early stage, the underworld attacked, and all races were willing to unite under the Terran-centered alliance to resist the people of the underworld.

The strength of the human race is inevitable! But most of the many human races in the starry sky realm are still living in dire straits, Nangong Fan doesn't know why those great powers don't meddle in the affairs here, at least he has to take care of the things in front of him, he has to take care of them!

Otherwise, what is the conscience?

If cultivation is only for the sake of ethereal immortality, how boring should it be? You have to do something that you like, are willing to do, and are meaningful.

Nangong Fan's words were unreservedly transmitted through divine power in the depths of the souls of all the human races present.

Their eyes were more rare thoughts, more reverence, and their mouths were open, and they chattered non-stop.

They are like a slightly polluted blank piece of paper, allowing Nangong Fan to paint on it out of thin air.

Nangong Fan, who saved them, was the only person who could clear the filth on it, and the only person who could make them "humane".

It's like Huang Taiyi at the beginning to Chen Ming and them when he was young.

Huang Taiyi imprinted himself as a god in Chen Ming's hearts, so that they did not embark on the wrong path and go to perdition.

And Nangong Fan is now also saving the human race in front of him, but what makes him a little helpless is that he really can't understand these bird languages, and none of the people in front of him can speak human language, and there is no one who can talk directly to his soul, which is really a headache.

"Greatly...... People, don't want to ...... Mind. A hoarse voice sounded from the ground, Nangong Fan lowered her head slightly, and a woman with a flushed face pulled the black robe she was wearing on her body, speaking intermittently, and several other women followed closely behind her.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but blush when he saw their exposed wheat-yellow skin, and recognized that the person who spoke was the woman who was pressed under the bull-headed old man, and she was also the only woman among them who was still very young and had a bit of a look.

The woman's face was embarrassed, and it was difficult to say a word for a long time, and she was so anxious that there were a few tears rolling in her pupils that could speak.

"Don't be nervous. Nangong Fan stepped down from the sky, and the gentle voice resounded directly in the woman's sea of knowledge, and he casually took out new clothes and wrapped them on her.

I kept saying in my heart, Amitabha, sins and sins!

"What a life-saving grace. ”

Although the woman's words were disorganized, Nangong Fan still barely understood what she meant. "Don't thank me, I think a normal human passing by this place will never sit idly by as long as he has the ability. ”

"Yes, dog, we have taken refuge in the beast, and we will die. ”

"Two dogs? Nangong Fan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, the Terrans have always had inexhaustible betrayers, and the harm they caused to the Terrans was more serious than the enemy. If it weren't for these betrayers, the Terrans would not have suffered heavy losses in a few major incidents.

The woman took a few steps back, cowering next to the woman behind her.

Nangong Fan's mind turned around at this time, and he could resist the murderous intent, the murderous aura condensed by so many killings on his body was not something that these people who had not really cultivated could afford.

Nangong Fan's mind was full of thoughts, and he felt that he couldn't ask anything meaningful, so he looked down at the inconspicuous Qinglian ring between his fingers, and spoke softly.

"Don't resist!"

The ring rises, and the light slowly envelops the crowd.

The light dissipated, and there was no one in the audience, only the corpses in the field to witness the horrific killing that had taken place here.

Nangong Fan has the confidence to flee with the Terrans, naturally he doesn't rely on the spaceship to transport people again and again, so what year and month will it have to be transported?

This Qinglian ring, which can accommodate living people, is his greatest confidence, as long as he puts people in it and leaves enough food, there is no problem for them to live in it for three or five years.

The space ring left by a figure like Jian Lianzi, who once stood at the pinnacle, is naturally not so simple, and it can even be said that this is an extremely small world, at least today's Nangong Fan, as its master, has not explored its borders and its true use.

"You don't need to panic, just live here well, and I will take you to a new world and start a new life. This beautiful young lady will bother you to discipline them well. ”

The woman, who could barely speak a few words, turned red and nodded slightly, "My lord, my name is Monna." ”

"Then I'm going to bother Miss Mona. Nangong Fan's eyes swept around, not daring to stay on a few ragged women.

Nangong Fan turned into a ray of blue light and dissipated in front of the confused crowd.

Nangong Fan appeared above the platform again, took a step, appeared in a rough building, found the food in stock, and stuffed it into the ring.

Mari searched the entire village, and found some Terrans who lived in the village like cats and dogs and threw them into the ring, and thus hoarded enough food for the people in the ring to eat for half a year.

Nangong Fan held a scroll with only a few strokes drawn from the most magnificent building in the village, and could barely see from it that this was a rough map of the Snake Star, pondered the direction slightly, and then took out a black robe to cover his body and floated straight to the right.