The first city of the Terrans, the Imperial City Council.

Looking at the hundreds of high-ranking Terran cultivators below, Zhao Xianzong said, "Bai Ying, let's talk about the situation of our Terran race." ”

Qin Baiying, who was below, took a step forward and said, "Back to the Holy Ancestor, my human race currently has four Divine Transformation Monks, 2,150 Yuan Infant Stage Monks, 45,125 Jindan Monks, and countless low-level monks. ”

Zhao Xianzong nodded with satisfaction, with the help of the Palm Heaven Bottle for two hundred years, it is still good to have the current prosperity, but the Transformation Cultivator is not so easy to achieve.

"Jie Ansi, tell me about your current situation!" Zhao Xianzong looked at Jie Ansi and said lightly.

Hearing this, Jie'an, the only alien race among the cultivators, said: "Thank you for the exercises given by the Holy Ancestor, after passing the special cultivation in the past hundred years, we have 115 Avatar Monks, 15,052 Yuanying Monks, and countless other low-level monks. ”

After Jie Ansi finished speaking, he glanced at Qin Baiying intentionally or unintentionally.

Qin Baiying looked at Jie Ansi's eyes, and her anger surged up in an instant, but in front of Zhao Xianzong, she didn't dare to make a mistake.

Since Jie Ansi became the vanguard of the human race with hundreds of millions of alien races, although the two sides did not have much dispute under Zhao Xianzong's order.

But the confrontation between light and darkness has been continuous.

Especially these alien races, after switching to the cultivation method, the high-level monks also crushed the human race.

Zhao Xianzong was even more satisfied when he heard this, would it be useless if such strength came to the Doupo World with him?

Maybe you should wait, because there is only one bridge between the planes, and you can't waste it easily.

After thinking of this, Zhao Xianzong said: "Very good, you will cultivate in the future, improve your cultivation as soon as possible, this seat will leave a Tibetan scripture pavilion in this imperial city, whether it is a human race or a clan, all those who have merit can enter the pavilion to choose exercises." ”

After speaking, he said: "I hope that when he comes again, my human race will already have the power to protect itself!"

Listening to these parting words, Qin Baiying and the other Terran monks were all stunned, and then said urgently: "Holy Ancestor...."

"Don't say much, the eagle will learn to fly after all, this seat has blessed you for a while, but it can't protect you for a lifetime, the seal will disappear for thousands of years, you have time to prepare. Zhao Xianzong interrupted with a wave of his hand.

Qin Baiying took a step forward and bowed slightly, "When will the Holy Ancestor come again?"

Zhao Xianzong pondered for a while when he heard this, and said: "You will know by then, maybe this seat will also take you with me at that time." ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, but then they all said in unison with a look of joy on their faces: "I wish to follow the Holy Ancestor!"

Jie Ansi looked at the scene in the field, his beautiful eyes flashed slightly, sure enough, this Terran Holy Ancestor has the ability to break the seal, otherwise how could he leave here?

In this way, it seems that his original guess was not wrong, this must be an injured true god-level person!

Zhao Xianzong is not clear about Jie'ansi's automatic brain supplement, but fortunately, after Zhao Xianzong left, she still didn't dare to make a mistake, at least within 10,000 years!

Three days later, the imperial city was overcrowded, and there were figures everywhere on the ground and in the sky.

Whether it is an alien race or a human race, they all look at the dark figure above the sky with respectful faces.

Zhao Xianzong looked around and said: "This seat wants to travel around the world, leave this bridge today, and when the bridge shows its true body, it will be the day of goodbye!"

As soon as the words fell, an illusory huge stone bridge appeared out of thin air, without a trace of mana overflowing, as if the stone bridge itself was there.

Everyone looked curiously towards the stone bridge, only to see that it was thousands of feet wide and 10,000 feet long, and the whole body was as white as jade, but it had the texture of stone.

It's just that at this time, one end is horizontal in the air, and the other end is inserted into the void where the face is not really visible with slight fluctuations.

Looking at the stone bridge that appeared, Zhao Xianzong knew that this end had been put down, and after he put down the other end in another world, the two would inevitably be connected to each other.

Everything was done, and Zhao Xianzong took his hand and stood.

He slowly glanced at the plane where he had been the longest for a moment.

"Coming!" Zhao Xianzong's divine sense moved, and he headed towards the newly appeared Dou Po Plane.

Immediately, under the gaze of a large number of races and aliens, Zhao Xianzong's body suddenly turned into a little starlight and disappeared with the wind.

"Congratulations to the Holy Ancestor!"

"Congratulations to the Holy Ancestor!"

"Congratulations to the Holy Ancestor!"

At this moment, both the alien race and the human race bowed down and shouted in unison.

Many people even had red eyes, especially those mortals who did not have cultivation qualifications, and they knew that they might never see the Holy Ancestor come again.

"The Holy Ancestor is gone!"

"yes, he's gone. He probably doesn't even remember us, does he?"

"Maybe remember, it's just a character of his level, we really can't climb high. ”

The two beautiful women among the cultivators in the sky looked at the disappeared Zhao Xianzong and muttered.

Decades after Zhao Xianzong's departure, the Terrans erected countless stone statues of Zhao Xianzong in various cities of the Terrans.

These stone statues are lifelike and have different expressions.

Some are the heroic posture of Zhao Xianzong holding the Qingying Sword to kill the enemy, and some are the scene of Zhao Xianzong holding the palm of the heavenly bottle to make alchemy for the human race.

In the place where Zhao Xianzong ruled all the clans alone, a huge stone statue was erected 10,000 feet high.

That is the wounded Zhao Xianzong, the lonely back of the independent enemy to protect the human race!

The most ironic thing is that there is also a stone statue of Zhao Xianzong pointing out the scene of subduing Jie Ansi.

Jaynth was initially resistant to these statues, but eventually compromised due to the Terrans' strong attitude.

The imperial city of the human race, with the passage of time, was gradually named the holy city of the human race, and the Tibetan scripture pavilion left by Zhao Xianzong in the imperial city became a holy pavilion.

The Terran monks are proud to be able to enter the Sanctuary once.

And those alien races who did not kill and fled overseas back then have all become the sword refining stones of the human race.

Every day, there are countless Terrans, monks who are either alone or in groups go overseas to experience the battle of life and death, hoping to break through themselves.

In this regard, all the high-level people of the human race also maintained a supportive attitude.

However, in order to protect the Terrans, thousands of Terran powers went to the open seas in person, forcing the remnants of the alien races to sign several unequal treaties and restrain their high-ranking monks.

The autumn wind is sorrowful, and the world is a scene of slaughter.

Dozens of human race powers outside Yucheng looked up at the huge stone men that were thousands of feet high, and each looked inexplicable.

"Do you think the Holy Ancestor will really come back?" Wang Dashan said.

"Yes!Holy Ancestor's words, when have they ever been faked!" Qin Baiying replied firmly.

"I also believe that the Holy Ancestor will return, and he said that he will take us to the world. A cyan figure looked up at the huge stone statue.

This is Song Yun'er, she and Yang Qianqian have also been promoted to the Yuan Infant Stage, and their strength is also among the top among the younger generations of the human race.

A gust of autumn wind passed slightly, and dozens of people slowly disappeared without a trace.

Only the lonely back was left, still standing there.