The Fengshen List is a divine soldier cast by Emperor Zhou Wu, the closest human emperor to the current era in the human world.

The human emperor is the honorific title of the emperor who has great merits in history, and not every emperor who has commanded the world in all dynasties can be called the emperor of the people.

Whether or not some of the sages were emperors is highly controversial. Even if the Blue Lord ended the War of the Three Realms, someone proposed to be honored as the emperor, but it still didn't work. Emperor Zhou, who now commands the world of the human race, turned his embarrassment into an initiative and respected Lord Lan as the supreme in the world.

The first generation of human emperors Xuanyuan and Shennong created the era of the human race practicing qi, so that the human race really stood up and became a strong race.

After Yao Shunyu succeeded to the throne, he led the human race to survive hard under the turbulent general trend, although it was dark and nourished, but it was also immeasurably meritorious.

There is a emperor coming from the west, changing the day and ending the darkness.

Slay the demon sect, establish the country with religion, and sweep the east.

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The undisputed emperors in the history of the human race, each shining in their own era, shining on the earth, piecing together the splendid history books of the human race.

Although there are dark and broken times, there are also masters of Zhongxing who work hard.

Emperor Zhou Tiandi recognized that there were only three human emperors who could be recorded in the annals of the human race, the founding emperor, the prosperous Wendi, and the Zhongxingwu emperor.

Emperor Wu of Zhou only pierced the heavens with a spear in his life. The sea in the east, the demons in the south, the evil in the west, and the demons in the north. He has been fighting endlessly all his life, and his old age feels that he has many fellow travelers who have fought with him in the north and south, and he has forged the god list with the strength of the whole country.

Accept the luck of the human race and raise the indomitable spirit of the warrior.

As a jade seal of the country, as a god soldier of the town clan.

It has the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth. One of the few remaining Zhen Clan Divine Weapons of the Terran today. The ranking is also slightly behind the "earth".

Thinking of the ability of the former sages, Nangong Fan was surging and difficult to himself. When will you be able to see such a beautiful scenery?

As for the name of the human emperor, I thought about it in my heart, the birth of each human emperor has nothing to do with whether they are strong or not, they are all tide makers who are pushed to the top by the general trend of heaven and earth.

In times of peace, even if you have the ability to reach the heavens, where can you go to become the recognized human emperor of the human race?

Therefore, Nangong Fan does not want another emperor in his heart, which means that the human race will fall into a painful period again, and it will not survive the clan. From now on, the way of heaven is not human.

Mengjun's mind gradually recovered, standing in front of Nangong Fan, who was fluctuating, and looked at his side face, "This is a good place, and the benefits are not this." ”

Nangong Fan came to his senses and looked at Mengjun suspiciously, the gun path that can be understood in the tombstone is not to mention that it is comparable to the complete Taoist classics, but it is also a great creation, and after eating this monument, you will not have to worry about it for ten thousand years.

Nangong Fan saw Mengjun squatting down and slowly placing the token that appeared in his hand on the ground at some point.

The brilliance flowed, and the patterns with the earth bag as the center emerged, and a strange aura enveloped the audience.

The great array lurking here has been aroused!

The earthen bag bloomed brightly, and the mound seemed to turn into a majestic temple in the haze, suppressing this realm forgotten by the human race.

Among them, the ice coffin loomed, and a looming old face flashed in it.

Is that a dream killer?

The stone tablet spear pattern is imposing, and it seems that there are hundreds of real dragons leaping out of it.

Flying away, calling for wind and rain, omnipotent.

The bird-like aura in the sky was ruthlessly devoured, and the lines on the ground were even brighter.

A huge coercion fell from the sky.

Nangong Fan raised his head, and the colorful vast earth slowly fell.

His body trembled, as if he couldn't bear the pressure and wanted to kneel.

What is this? Could it be that Mengjun doesn't even care about Mengna, and wants to kill them all?

Mengjun, who exudes righteousness all over his body and is protected by holy light, is just a hypocrite who deceives the world and steals his name?

Nangong Fan's blood was roaring wildly, he was by no means a person who sat still and waited to be killed, even if the heavens were to destroy him, he would be desperate to poke out a big hole before he died.

Blood beads seeped out from his body, and Nangong Fan would never allow himself to kneel, barely supporting his almost collapsed body, and it was difficult to even move.

With a vague gaze, he saw that in addition to him and Mengjun, who had been prepared, Chen Ming's twelve people were almost instantly crushed, and they collapsed to the ground weakly.

Their eyes are confused, and they can even crawl on the ground.

But the earth that is steadily suppressing downwards will eventually crush everyone.

Nangong Fan saw Mengjun, who was lying on the ground for a long time, looking at him with a smile that seemed to be smiling, was he so cruel to himself?

He saw in front of him, the peachwood sword that Dream Slayer once held that had lost its spirituality and was not known how to forge it that had not decayed over time.

The black paw prints on it are dim, it looks like a fierce beast with great spirituality, and if you know how to avoid its edge, you have to hide its traces.

This is the last picture in front of Nangong Fan's eyes, he can't resist this majestic trend after all, just a little resistance consumes all his mind.

Nangong Fan fell heavily on the ground, his chest rose and fell slightly, and the boundless aura rushed to pour into his body.

"Fool, that's the aura of heaven and earth!" The blood demon is powerless to support his forehead, and people who don't know are really terrifying.

It's just that he is not nervous, and this experience may sublimate Nangong Fan's unyielding spirit.

The strength of the mind is the most important temperament of a person who has stepped on the peak.

Under such abundant spiritual energy, what is the wound on the body? Breath out may heal, but I don't know how many people play with themselves in order to temper their minds.

"He's fine, you can cultivate with peace of mind. Mengjun said to the twelve Chen Ming people who were lying on the ground with worry in their eyes.

Without waiting for them to reply, he just closed his eyes facing the sky.

As Mengjun's words fell, the various auras in the sky that turned into the vast earth fell towards this area like a cat that smelled a fishy smell.

Most of them were much thinner just by touching the brilliance of the large array, but it was just the aura that overflowed, and it was extremely huge for Nangong Fan and them.

On the Coiling Snake Star Tongtian Peak, the spiritual qi turned into a liquid state visible to the naked eye, and this area at this time was condensed into a solid state, and it was extremely difficult to even breathe.

The aura rushed into the body, and everyone seized the time to cultivate and did not dare to relax.

I'm afraid that if I accidentally steal chickens, I won't be able to lose the rice, and my body will burst.

Now they are only thinking about refining this constant influx of aura, frantically refining aura!

Nangong Fan, whose soul was still asleep, was weakly paralyzed on the ground, and was covered with aura almost instantly. Without his mind to manipulate his body into a state of cultivation, the aura first nourished the damaged body, and then deposited more and more in the body.

Nangong Fan's body swelled up like a balloon, and maybe it would explode with a "bang" in the next second.

The originally sleeping body function was awakened under the crisis, and spontaneously smelted the aura in the body. Integrate into the limbs and hundreds of remains, and push into the dantian empty field.

The Qinglian Dao Fire Book entrenched in the dantian space flickered at the edge of the space like an emperor, and the dantian space was slowly filled, and its status as the king was also impacted. The aura that was afraid of it like a tiger approached it step by step under the impetus of the surging aura behind him.

Dao Huo subconsciously beats, and the spiritual energy within a certain range turns into nothing, and wisps of pure cyan spiritual power precipitate on the space.

Nangong Fan worked hard to try all kinds of methods to form the birth of a hundred wisps of different spiritual power.

These alien spiritual powers lay quietly in the dantian space, they had been refined, imprinted with Nangong Fan's imprint, and became an eternal wisp of Nangong Fan's power.

Nangong Fan was asleep, but his flesh and blood were more condensed under him, and the spiritual power in his body was already more refined than that of ordinary people.

These are all things that the sober Nangong Fan can't do.

If he is sober, he will only be like Chen Ming, and it is too late to frantically refine spiritual power, how can he spend his mind and energy to promote the strengthening of spiritual power?

Seon lost his horse, how do you know if it is a blessing?

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At the same time that Nangong Fan and his party were wrapped in aura and underwent transformation like a silkworm cocoon.

Distant Celestial Realm.

A majestic city stretched across the sky under its smooth walls.

The city wall is neat, completely in a straight line, the city gate is wide, on it the three characters "Zhou Tiancheng" shock the heavens, and its pedestrians line up in a long line.

Outside the city wall, there is a flat river, thousands of miles of grassland is endless, the whistling wind sweeps the heaven and the earth, there are black space fragments in the sky, and the colorful clouds connect the sky with a strong coercion, it seems that another piece of earth has been formed in the sky, which is somewhat similar to the aura earth that Nangong Fan was crushed, but it is more extensive.

The city walls are brightly lit, and the city is neatly planned without a trace of clutter. In the center was a large mountain, which seemed to break through the sky, and clouds of smoke wrapped around it, revealing the undulating palace on it. Every attic and every hall has a noble atmosphere, and the golden dragon pattern painted on it is like a living thing, and the golden dragon claws on each layer are different, and the layers are progressive. They seem to be flying through the clouds and fighting against the sky.

In the sky dome, there is a terrifying black giant hole in the cover of smoke clouds, and the mountains are inserted into it, beyond the limit of this realm. Everything inside is not real, it seems to be somewhere between the real and the unreal.

Beyond this celestial dome there was only a huge majestic palace, on which the nine-clawed golden dragon was entwined, and the dazzling golden light shot down through the sky from the illusory pupils, overlooking the earth.

Walking in, the pupils of the nine-clawed golden dragon were two huge mirrors, and the mirrors were densely covered, and it seemed that they could vaguely see the two different worlds from them.

Someone was on his knees in front of him, and a vast amount of divine power poured out of his body into the mirror, as if to monitor something.

If there are any masters in it, they will find that the golden dragon and the hall where it is entrenched are bound by invisible lines.

Even the golden dragon's spiritual pupils revealed a hint of dead silence.

Outside the main hall, it was like a fairyland, but the inside of the main hall was gray.

A young man wearing a crown sat on a wide, majestic throne in the middle of the main hall, and he looked at the palace with the reputation of "the core of the human race", and looked at the transparent lines outside the palace.

Where will the Terrans know?

Their foundation, they use this to dominate the human realm, proud of the Three Realms, known as the foundation of the human race, the Zhou Tian Emperor Dynasty has already produced a crisis.

The new emperor of the human race, the purest bloodline of the Ji family in this generation, is now like a bird in a cage, without freedom.

The young man's indifferent but majestic eyes looked at the jade seal seal beside him, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, "It seems that you still don't dare to go too far! Are you afraid of the wrath of the human race? Who cares about a hairy boy emperor who has never appeared?"

"Father, the protector you chose for me is really a good protector of the country!

The jade seal beside him seemed to hear him talking to himself, and the light lit up slightly, lighting up the dim hall in the quiet night, and the great divine power suddenly shone brightly.

Among them, there seemed to be a flash of Nangong Fan's dream-killing face, and the black lines appeared, and the brilliance quickly disappeared.

"You've been lit up three times in the past 10,000 years, why don't you burst out of your silent power to break through the shackles?"

A long sigh and melancholy resounded in the empty hall.

When will he be able to get out of this hall where countless people want to enter the Lord?