Qiming smiled slightly, and a circle of light surrounded the top of his head, forming a circle of light that continued to rotate, and the colorful light would shine on the surrounding 100 meters.

Fu Qian took a step back, a surprised expression on his face. Although hundreds of thousands of years have passed, he was only an infant child at the beginning, but the messenger carrying hope is the eternal legend of the human race. Although the Terrans have now been reduced to relying on captivity to survive, this legend is the hope in the hearts of every Terran, although the hope is so slim. Even superficial does not hold out any hope at all.

But when facing the Enlightenment God King, Fu Qian was still shocked and unbelievable. The legends are all true, and the god king has really returned. Does that mean you don't need to wait for the harvest of 100,000 years?

Despite this superficiality, there is still no hope for Qiming, you must know that the strength of the Nami clan and the Zerg clan is far from being something that the Qiming God King can compete with alone.

"I see you, I don't want you to join, I don't have the right to let you join the team of gods, this needs the son of hope to decide, if you want to live, hand over your son. If you can let go of the resentment, I will take you to the master. Qi Ming thought about it and said with a smile. But the tone is no longer negotiable.

"My son!" Asked superficially. His son Fusang has always followed him and has never left the tribe, how could he offend the God King of Qiming?

Qiming didn't speak, he still had a smile on his face, which made people unconsciously feel peaceful.

Although Qiming asked for his son by name, he didn't hate it at all. If what the Qiming Divine King said is true, and they really succeeded in bringing back the Son of Hope, then perhaps the only way to survive at this time may be to join the Qiming Divine King, after all, no one wants to be kept in captivity and deprived of everything and even life at any time.

Fu Qian watched the Qiming God King disappear into the big array, and was silent for a long time and turned around and walked towards the tribe step by step, although this distance was just a blink of an eye for a God King, but this time, Fu Qian felt that it was very long.

At this moment, the superficial heart is very complicated, what did his son do? If you yourself son hand it over! Thinking of this, Fu Qian had a cold war, after all, it was his own son! But if you don't hand it over, the harvest once in 100,000 years will be the same death, so it's better to hand it over and try to save Fusang's life.

Fusang sat in the room, his expression was very calm, without the slightest nervousness. Although the elite guards at the door are no longer as respectful as they used to be, they seem to be careless, and even look at themselves with very strange eyes. Although the shallow is in the god king talisman, I still hear the legend about another world.

Fusang vaguely felt that all this seemed to be directed at him. Strangely, I didn't have the slightest fear. On the contrary, it became very calm. There has never been such a calm in tens of thousands of years. It seems that all this should have come a long time ago, but I haven't waited for it.

When he learned that his father had left the God King Talisman, he waited for a few more moments before Fuso stood up. What kind of ending, Fuso doesn't care, the only thing he cares about now is his collection.

Leaving the God King Fu, Fusang went straight to his mansion. The guard, who had been leaning lazily against the wall, chatted, and hurriedly stood up when he saw Fuso. Polite greetings.

"Fuso Childe."

Fuso nodded, walked into the courtyard without saying a word, walked through the two corridors into the main hall, and pressed lightly on the wall of the hall, and a downward passage was revealed.

On both sides of the passage are spirit stones, which illuminate the entire passage. Along the passage, there is another seal at the end.

This seal is an enchantment set by himself and asked Fu Qian to set up himself. Even if you need to use it yourself, you can use a special medium to get in and out. It can be said that apart from himself and his father, there is no second person in the entire tribe who can come in.

Entering the enchantment, there is a parallel space of tens of thousands of square meters, in which there are thousands of charming women, the difference is that although the spiritual power of these women is flowing on their bodies, they are as motionless as sculptures, only a pair of eyes reveal complex emotions, numbness, hatred and fear.

Fusang walked beside these women, a smile on the corner of his mouth and muttered, "This world is originally a world of the jungle, you should thank me, although I have lost my freedom, I am not treated as a tribute." Most importantly, you are all women I love. ”

Fuso muttered to himself as he walked past the women. The gaze is obsessive and fanatical. He didn't touch the women. It's not that Fuso can't do anything, but in this hopeless world, Fuso knows that one day he will be used as a slave or food.

It is better to have a descendant who does not see hope, than not to have it. Of course, this is not all, the reason for all this has to start with the harvest that Fuso encountered when he was young.

A five- or six-year-old child snuggled up to a father who only had a lower god realm. Seeing his relatives and clansmen being pulled away like livestock one by one, those who resisted slightly were directly killed, and some were even sold to the Zerg on the spot. And those zergs are on the spot, eating life. And Fuso and his father were left behind for only one reason, that is, they were detected to have abnormal talents and have the potential to cultivate. This has to be said to be a kind of sadness and a kind of luck.

This kind of scene was undoubtedly very great for Fuso at that time. He wanted to keep everything he thought was good and was afraid of being taken away, so he had this space.

However, the current crisis of the ancestral dragon tribe does not seem to come from the Nami and Zerg. At the same time that Fuso heard about another world, he came back not because he wanted to take one last look at his collection, but because he really wanted the other world to be real. And these beautiful things that he cherishes, Fusang can't bear to be destroyed. He came back with only one thing, and that was to let all that he cherished, leave, if that world really existed.

Fusang smiled bitterly, he didn't even believe it, but it was the only hope. This time, Fusang had a strong sense of crisis in his heart, and in the face of the dense fog in the big array, Fusang always felt a heavy killing opportunity. Maybe that's just for yourself.

Just as Fuso was strolling through his collection, the barrier was opened again, and the floating shallow walked in.

Fuso didn't look back, and he knew that there was only his father. But I don't want to look back. said indifferently: "Father, you are here, is the only result to hand me over?" ”

Fu Qian Zou Mei sighed: "Son, what did you do?" Why did you ask the Divine King of Qiming to name you? ”

"Father, is the legend true? Is there really another world, there is no Nami and no Zerg, is it really a free, equal and powerful world, is it really a world that belongs only to the human race? Fuso didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"I don't know, but since there is a Enlightenment God King, most of all this is true!" Fu Qian said, looking at his son with complicated eyes.

"Father, you're in?" Fuso asked.

"No, but I met the Enlightenment God King. Remember the story you told you about the Terran Messenger of Hope since you were a child? Fu said in a low voice.

"Qiming, son of hope. Is there really one? Hehe, hahahahahaha! Fusang looked puzzled, and then laughed wildly.

Superficial, his eyes were complicated, and he did not interrupt or speak. Just watching quietly from the side, at this moment, Fu Qian has decided not to jump out of his son, after all, this is his only son, isn't life just for his family? What about dying with your own son!

After a long time, Fusang bent down with a smile and said with some gasp: "Father, can you enter that world?" If they can guarantee you to come out, you will hand me over, right? If there really is another world that is really what they say it is, what if I die. Father. ”

Fusang, bent over and raised his head, his eyes burning at the shallow gaze.

"Son, why bother, it's enough for our father and son to live for tens of thousands of years, and I will never hand you over." Fu Qian sighed.

"No, father, do you remember Mu Qing, do you remember that I still have a sister? If the Children of Hope are true, then the strength of the Terrans is just around the corner, and I want you to avenge us. Even if it's for my mother, my sister, and the people who were slaughtered and trafficked, my father's death is worth it. Fuso's eyes were gloomy, full of hatred, and at the same time with a strong unwillingness.

Fu Qian took a deep look at his son and turned to leave with a complicated expression: "Wait for my news、"

At the same time, two lines of tears slipped silently. Even the superficial himself doesn't know how long it has been since he shed tears. What he didn't know was that Fuso was excited, as if he was not greeted by death but by a new life.

Outside the big array, Fu Qian stood quietly, and after a while, Qiming reappeared.

"You've decided?" Qiming asked.

"No, before I decide, I want to enter the other world you speak of, and I want to see the Children of Hope with my own eyes. If what you say is true, I have made an oath to the Heavenly Dao, and I will definitely send my own son with my own hands, and lead the ancestral dragon tribe to submit to the son of hope and hope. The latter made an oath with his eyes.

Qiming smiled and nodded, "It's simple, I'll take you to the Son of Hope, that is, my master." ”

Fu Qian was surprised, a god king like Qiming would also have a master, it wouldn't be the Nami clan!

"Don't worry, the master is a Terran, and he came out of the realm of hope." Qiming seemed to see through the superficial thoughts, and said with a smile at the moment.

Fu Qian frowned slightly, gritted his teeth, and followed Qiming towards the formation.