Yellow Emperor, Ji Xuanyuan World.

The human world, Xuanyuan Hill.

Today's human race, after the integration of the Yellow Emperor Ji Xuanyuan, recuperate, the strength gradually became stronger, the tribes within it according to the different regions, divided in various places to establish city dwellings, with Xuanyuan Hill as the center to expand outward, there is already a country atmosphere.

Among these hundreds of tribes, except for the Xuanyuan Hill where Ji Xuanyuan is located, it belongs to his wife, and the Xiling City established by his ancestor is the most powerful, and it is one of the tribes with the highest force among the hundred tribes of the human race today.

At this moment, Ji Xuanyuan was standing on the top of Xuanyuan Hill's big tent, quietly listening to a subordinate young man with a beast tooth necklace and a mask made of bones on his face to tell him about things.

"Chief, recently cracks have opened in some places in the human world, and traces of demons have begun to appear around my Central Plains human tribe."

"Some small tribes, they are not guarded by powerful warriors, and they have been slaughtered by those inferior demons who have mixed in with the Demon Domain, and these tragedies have also caused panic among those civilians, making them rush to Xuanyuan Hill to seek the protection of my bear tribe."

"My lord, what do you think we should do?"

After Ji Xuanyuan heard the young man's message, he gently stroked the exquisite porcelain in his hand, and no longer cared about appreciating the new porcelain cultivated by the human race, and instead began to think about the important things that the man in front of him called Jinyun had said.

Ever since Ji Xuanyuan became the leader of the Terran Race, his choice began to become particularly important.

At this time, he can no longer be as youthful as he was at the beginning.

After a moment of silence, Ji Xuanyuan put down the porcelain, stood up from the stone seat, and gently paced back and forth in the big tent, stopped after thinking about it, and replied to Jinyun:

"Since the demon clan has once again shown traces in this world, then we naturally can't sit idly by."

"These civilians are unarmed, it is impossible to fight against the group of demons formed by resentment, this time the demons are menacing, and I need to have the bear department send warriors to help these tribes defend it, it is the best policy."

"Jinyun, you go and notify Limu and other leaders to come first, let me think about it carefully, and then assign the task to you."

After thinking about it, seeing the figure of Jinyun leading the order and about to go out, Ji Xuanyuan spoke again and called him back:

"By the way, when Jinyun goes to inform them, by the way, send someone to Xiling to inform the ancestor of the current situation, and let the ancestor and Wu Ji send generals to protect the small and medium-sized tribes around Xiling, so that they will not be attacked by the demons."

"At this time, it is an eventful time, if you have the ability, the tribes of our human race should still help each other, only in this way can we make the human race stronger, pass on the torch, and never extinguish!"

After Ji Xuanyuan finished speaking, Jinyun nodded slightly in response:

"Yes."

As the first general of Xuanyuan Hill, the swordsmanship master of the human race, and the leader of the gluttonous tribe, Jinyun has always been a little taciturn.

Seeing Jinyun's figure disappear into the big tent, Ji Xuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the stone chair.

The light in this big tent was dim, making the expression on Ji Xuanyuan's face obscure.

Click...

A sound continued to come out with Ji Xuanyuan's finger tapping, and the young leader in front of him, with a delicate face and an uninhibited expression, seemed to remember something, and sat on this stone chair and couldn't help but get up.

As his eyes wandered, Ji Xuanyuan seemed to have returned to the misty Kongtong Mountain, as if he had seen the white-robed immortal with fairy wind and bones again.

At that time, the immortal family who came down from the clouds once gave him another way, but Ji Xuanyuan refused.

Thinking of this, Ji Xuanyuan couldn't help but chuckle.

Sitting in the clouds and watching the scenery of the world, the price to pay is not to make the human race strong.

Then this immortal way, then this immortality, don't ask for it.

"I have always believed that there is no such thing as constant strength and constant weakness in this world..."

The dark gaze obscured Ji Xuanyuan's pupils as bright as a spark, and only his muttering voice came out of it, and it didn't take long before it disappeared into the air.

"What I do, maybe not for ten years, maybe not for a hundred years, but after a thousand years or even ten thousand years, it should be different!"

Ji Xuanyuan raised his head slowly, his gaze seemed to penetrate the roof, and looked at the abode of the gods above the sky.

"Why is this world born to be inferior to heaven and earth, and why can't the human race stand up to the heavens and the earth?"

"I Ji Xuanyuan don't believe in it, can't I work hard all my life, so that the human race can stand up and stand proudly on the earth, and the inheritance will not be extinguished and passed down for a long time?"

"I don't believe it!"

Just as Ji Xuanyuan straightened his spine and looked up at the sky, a voice broke through the layers of obstacles and slowly sounded in his ears like a spring breeze:

"The poor road is far away, on behalf of the Ten Thousand Worlds Dimensional Exchange Council, invite Ji Xuanyuan Daoyou to join, welcome Daoists to join, and explore the way forward with us, exchange and progress!"

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Qingyun Mountain, the ancestral hall of the patriarch in the mountain behind Qingyun Gate.

A thin old man with a broken arm and a wine jug in one hand with a gloomy brow, drank the sake in the jug in one gulp, and sighed.

"After so long, it seems to be cleaner and clearer."

After Wan Jian laughed at himself, he raised the wine jug again and shook it in his mouth, but unfortunately there was no drop of wine in the jug.

"It's boring, it's boring!"

The old man threw the flask in his hand casually, sighed three times, and scratched his messy hair.

In his life, he traveled thousands of miles of mountains and seas with a sword, and when he was young, he dared to be surrounded by the masters of the Demon Sect, and single-handedly held a sword to open the veil of a mysterious woman, praising her peerless appearance.

He also practiced in Qingyun Mountain, won the first place in Qingyun Swordsmanship, held the Dragon Slaying Sword, so that the entire sect disciples admired him, loved the person he liked, and at the same time could let go freely, which can be called a heroic man for a while.

It's a pity that he did something wrong after all.

A gloomy look appeared on Wan Jianyi's face, making this old guy who had lived for hundreds of years a little depressed again.

If it weren't for the fact that he personally killed the demon master and felt uncomfortable, let alone Qingyunmen, even if all the strong people in the whole world came here, he would not be qualified to imprison him in the ancestral hall of the ancestor of this back mountain!

Under his old fellow's dragon-slaying sword, he has killed I don't know how many so-called strong people!

"Senior Brother Daoxuan... Since you have chosen to take over the position of head of the family, then I, Wan Jianyi, will definitely not die in front of you! ”

"I'll watch you forever to prevent you from ending up like the teacher!"

Wan Jianyi leaned on the threshold of the ancestral hall, raised his eyes to look inside, and after seeing the plaque of his master Tianchengzi, his voice couldn't help but be a little choked:

"Teacher, if you can turn back time and do it again, the disciple will not regret what he has done!"

If you use the Zhuxian Sword, if you don't control it after entering the demon, I'm afraid that the entire Qingyun Gate will be destroyed.

Wan Jianyi killed Tianchengzi back then, and there was no way.

And at the moment when ten thousand swords hurt the gods, a voice that seemed to be able to soothe people's hearts came from a distance and entered the ears of this thin one-armed old man:

"The poor road is far away, on behalf of the Ten Thousand Worlds Dimensional Exchange Council, we invite Wanjian friends to join, welcome Taoist friends to join, and explore the way forward with us, exchange progress!"

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