"What is this 'lifted', no one knows, this is the ultimate secret passed down by the patriarchs of the human race from generation to generation, I don't know if our human race is at the end of the time, and I don't know if this prophecy will take effect, now we have no other choice but to give it a try!"

Throwing the dragon head crutch in his hand on the ground, the old patriarch knelt on the ground with fanaticism and shouted in the direction of the ancestral temple:

"All fellow Terrans, bow down with me!"

"As soon as I kowtowed, thank you for giving birth to my human race!"

"Second kowtow, thank you to the Immortal Emperor of my human race for giving us glory!"

"Three kowtows, thank my Terran ancestors for fighting to the death and protecting the continuation of my Terran bloodline!"

As the voice of the old patriarch sounded again and again, everyone also followed the devout prostrations and prayed again and again, praying that the human race would continue. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Now, fellow Terrans, shout with me - lift out!"

"Lift it out!"

"Lift it out!"

"Lift it out!"

......

Again and again, they called loudly, but there was no abnormal appearance, which made the old patriarch's heart desolate, could it be that the immortals of my human race really abandoned their people? Could it be that my Yanjing and the human race really want to die out?

Just as everyone's voices gave up the call hoarsely and were about to get up, a crack as thin as a blade suddenly appeared from above the Blood Slave Valley, and the sharp aura made everyone shrink their heads in fear.

"A miracle has appeared, the prophecy of the Immortal Emperor of my human race is about to come true, don't stop, shout with me!" The old patriarch was like being beaten with chicken blood, and his voice was full of fanaticism.

"Lift it out!"

"Lift it out!"

"Lift it out!"

......

Perhaps it was the shouts of the human race that really had an effect, and the spatial cracks that were originally as thin as mosquito silk became larger and larger as the shouts continued to sound, until they extended into a black hole hundreds of meters in a radius of hundreds of meters, and the deep and dark hole seemed to be devoured by people.

Many Terrans were already trembling with fear, but they still stubbornly shouted the name of "lift out", for fear that because of their own laziness and fear, the ultimate hope of the Terrans would disappear.

"Poof!"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded, and everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and it seemed that a cyan figure had fallen to the front of the ancestral temple.

In the eyes of the people who couldn't understand it, the spatial rift that seemed to be about to continue to expand, with the landing of the cyan figure, gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared completely, and the sky was still the scene of light clouds and light winds.

"Grandpa!" the pretty girl who knelt behind the old patriarch whispered to the grandfather in front of her.

"Shhh

I saw that this person was wearing a cyan Yunjin robe, with a black treasure pattern leather belt tied around his waist, and a black and dense hair scattered behind him at random, and his eyes were slightly closed indifferently.

Everyone gathered around in black, and they all craned their necks to look forward, as if they wanted to see what this mysterious person who was called by himself and others looked like.

"Old patriarch, this is 'carried out'? This man seems to be dead!" someone asked aloud.

"Shut up, what do you know, take a closer look and see if he has a slave mark on his forehead?" the old patriarch rebuked with a dissatisfied expression.

"Our human race is a slave race in the Demon God Continent, a cursed race, as long as you are born, there will be a slave mark on your forehead, even if you die, it will not disappear, do you see that there is a mark on his face?" The old patriarch pointed to the blood-red sickle mark on his forehead, and asked excitedly.

"Hey, there's really no sign of the slave clan, grandpa, what's going on?" the old patriarch's granddaughter asked playfully, taking his arm.

"Ahem, this slave clan mark is said to have been arranged by the demon clan's immortal emperor-level powerhouses together with other immortal emperor-level powerhouses from the unknown continent, and my human race has no ability to erase it at all, unless it ......"

"Unless this person is also an Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse!Grandpa, am I right?" the girl asked happily by holding Grandpa's arm.

"That's right, if what I expected is correct, this should be the ancestor of my human race, an immortal emperor who has returned from the ancient battlefield!"

The old patriarch clenched his fists, and the old tears shouted loudly: "Everyone, we have summoned back a Terran Immortal Emperor, an Immortal Emperor!!"

As the old patriarch's voice came out, the black oppressive crowd suddenly boiled, they hugged wantonly, carnivaled, and wept, as if they saw the rise of the human race and no longer have to be oppressed by other races.

"But grandpa, he is no longer breathing, is he already ......?" asked the girl.

"Don't worry, the immortal emperor-level powerhouse is difficult to bury, it's not so easy to die, this ancestor is just too seriously injured and fell into a deep sleep, everyone be careful, let's carry this ancestor to a comfortable and clean place first!" the old village chief commanded.

Suddenly, more than a dozen strong men of the Terran Race walked out, and with a nervous and excited face, they were ready to step forward and lift the Terran Immortal Emperor up.

"Get out of here!"

However, before the crowd could move forward, suddenly a shout of rage rang out, and then a ripple spread out, overwhelming all the Terrans to the ground.

"Old Patriarch, what's going on?" the crowd asked in fear.

The old patriarch didn't speak, just stared at the young man lying quietly on the ground in front of him.

I saw a wave in the void above the young man, and a sturdy young man in a sackcloth robe with long brown hair appeared in front of the young man.

"Teacher!"

As soon as the brown-haired young man appeared, he knelt beside the young man in the green robe, and a teardrop fell from his cheeks, looking both sad and moving.

The old patriarch's eyes froze, because he found that this newly appeared young man did not have the mark of the slave clan on his face, this was another Terran Immortal Emperor!

The void rippled again, and another figure appeared.

The person who came was dressed in black clothes and white hair, exuding a murderous aura all over his body, and after appearing, he didn't even look at the Terrans who were pressed to the ground and couldn't get up, so he walked directly to the man in the green robe, and knelt down directly without a trace of hesitation.

The ripples in the void did not stop, and after the man in black appeared, seven young men who exuded various auras appeared one after another, and after they appeared, they knelt down around the man in the green robe, their eyes full of endless gratitude.

"Teacher, here we are!"