Looking at the cracked earth, Lu Mingze sighed slightly.

"It seems that it is all predestined."

Chen Hongji's fall means the death of hope for victory over Nidhogg, and Nidhogg will definitely not let him and Lu Mingfei go. If he is Nidhogg, he will definitely devour his best self, Lu Mingfei, who has the other half of his strength, will also be devoured, Caesar, Nono, and the existence of special bloodlines such as Uesugi Yue, Gen Zhisheng, Gen Zhinu, and Eri Yi will also be devoured, and Natsumi and Fenrir, who are betrayers, will also be devoured. In the end, it was to devour Chen Hongchuan, the carrier that gathered the power of the four great monarchs, and absorb the power in her body.

In the final analysis, Nidhogg tried his best to create the White King who was born as a zero generation and the four monarchs who were the first generation, one is to alleviate his blood sorrow and find some existence that can fight with him to relieve his boredom, and the other is to make them stronger and stronger, and then devour them to create a stronger self.

It's like God wants to eat pork, so he created little piglets, and he has to give them good food, drink, sleep, and coaxing, so that they can eat the most fragrant and greasy pork.

Nidhogg, who devoured them all, will not only return to his heyday, but will once again break through the ceiling and become the true master of this earth.

Now, all they can do is stay away from here, delay the time they will be devoured by Nidhogg, and then, eat something good.

Perhaps, in another tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of years, human beings will be born again, but at that time, human beings should only be slaves forever, and there will be no chance to overthrow the dragon race.

"Huh?"

"This breath?"

Suddenly, Lu Mingze frowned slightly, looking into the bottomless crack.

And in the cracks at this moment, Chen Hongji's original dazzling golden boy has become more and more dim and dull, until it is extinguished, just like a firefly has come to the end of its life, and it can no longer release that shining light.

On the black sea, a scaly figure was floating on the sea, and the frequency of the chest heaving and rising was becoming more and more rapid, which was the result of the weakness of the body to the point that the speed and efficiency of blood circulation had been drastically reduced.

"Whew, again...... Over here. ”

Chen Hong gradually felt that he was in a floating state, and he struggled to open his eyes, and the dark and godless black boy was probably associated with the most shining pair of golden children in the world except Nidhogg.

And no one is more familiar with this place than Chen Hongji.

This is his spiritual world, and he is floating in his own spiritual sea.

It's not the first time he's been here in this spiritual world, every time his strength breaks through the upper limit, he comes here once.

The first time was when he was in the battle with Constantine for the fourth time, and the second time was when he absorbed Norton's Dragon Bone Cross, and then every time he carried out the Nibelungen Project to absorb the power of the Dragon Bone Cross, he would enter a spiritual sea, including when he absorbed the power of Odin, and then he would lie quietly on the black sand and feel the dual changes of spirit and body, adapting to the soaring power.

Each time he would stay in the spirit world for a long time, sometimes for days, sometimes for months, and even for years. The last time he tried to recuperate his tired soul, he had been floating in a deep slumber in the sea of spirits for hundreds of years.

It's just that the speed of time in the spiritual world is a little unstable, sometimes speeding up and sometimes slowing down, but often he stays in the spiritual world for several days, and the outside world may have just passed a few seconds or minutes.

However, this time, he had a hunch that he might not have a chance to leave the spiritual world.

"This time, I'm really going to die."

Chen Hong sighed gradually, recalling all the things he had experienced after coming to this world, and the memories stimulated his mind with various tastes such as sweet, sour, bitter and salty, and the weather in this spiritual world was also changing with his emotions in the sunny, cloudy, rainy, snow, and thunder.

"It's not terrible to die, it's just that I really can't bear to do all this, especially since we still have a lot of things we haven't done......"

Chen Hong gradually muttered, his voice was very soft, but it was the loudest sound he could make at the moment. He said this with all his might, as the oxygen entering his body became scarcer, as if he wanted someone to respond to him.

But this is his spiritual world, his voice sank into the sea of spirit, without a trace of waves, still just he was floating alone on the black sea, alone admiring the marquee, tasting the ups and downs from the memories, and feeling the body gradually sinking.

Although he changed the fate of many people, their ending does not seem to be better than the original.

Although a certain Nan loves knives, the finale in this old thief's outline must at least end with the victory of mankind. But in a world where he has changed the fate of so many people, the ending seems to have gone a long way in the direction of the worst.

After all, there were at least a lot of people who didn't have to die......

"Perhaps, my appearance was a mistake, and my efforts were not only in vain, but also brought them an even more tragic fate...... and many more deaths......"

Chen Hongji's figure disappeared into the sea and sank into the inky dark sea.

The black waters entered his eyes, staining them black.

His eyes were pitch black, like a universe that had not yet been born.

The eyelids drooped heavily, covering the child's holes, as if he was asleep.

"Just give up?"

"The alien race has made these descendants so embarrassed."

"It's a shame for me and the Yellow Emperor."

"If I am here, I will use the black dragon as a ride, and I will ride it in the six and eight wilderness!"

"Speaking of which, the dragon control was still created by the dragon clan under my command."

"Later, it became the origin of the surname 'Yulong Clan' of my old Liu family's ancestor."

Chaotic voices poured into Chen Hongji's brain from all directions, as if he was chattering endlessly surrounded by a group of old men. An unknown force stimulated him to open his eyes, and he really saw a whole circle of people around him.

Chen Hong's eyes widened, he was not surprised that so many people suddenly appeared beside him, but because of the identity of these people.

He didn't know any of them, none of them, and they were dressed in very different styles, and even some of them wore animal skins and grass coats, but he recognized the dragon robes, armor and crowns of different colors.

In his mind, there was a guess.

A middle-aged man wearing a dark dragon robe with a slight hint of frivolity on his face stood up, leaned forward with his upper body, pressed his knee with his right hand, stared at Chen Hongjian and said, "Boy, if you want me to say that you are really not good, such a little setback will knock you down?" Back then, Lao Tzu Pengcheng and Xingyang were repeatedly defeated by that book, you see I didn't force this guy to kill himself in the end, and finally this kid became a negative teaching material in the history books, didn't the founding ancestor of your dynasty also say, 'It is advisable to chase the poor with the remaining bravery, and you can't sell your name to learn ......'oops! Who kicked Lao Tzu! ”

Before he could finish speaking, the man was kicked to the ground by a strong man who was nearly two meters tall and dressed in armor.

"Liu Ji, are you begging for a beating?" The strong man was obviously stimulated by the previous words, grabbed the back collar of the middle-aged man he called Liu Ji and threw it directly out of the crowd, and a pair of golden heavy children stared at Chen Hongji's eyes, "Boy, this king was defeated in the wall back then, and there were only twenty-eight horsemen around him, and he still dared to directly rush into the military formation of thousands of Han troops to kill his two generals and kill thousands of Han soldiers." ”

"If the husband dies, he will die, so why be afraid? Even if he loses in the end, he has to fight for his life, how dare such a small injury be wasted here? ”

Seeing the two people known as Liu Ji and Xiang Ji, Chen Hong couldn't help but be stunned.

These two names may be a little unfamiliar to many people, but if you change the name, probably no one will think so anymore.

Liu Bang, Taizu of the Han Dynasty, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu!

(Liu Bangmiao's name is Taizu, and his name is Emperor Gao, and his full name should be Emperor Taizu Gao)

Although Chang'an is full of ancient tombs, even if I am beaten underground, I will not stab the emperor's nest, right? Even if this is the case, it should not appear in Chang'an, but should be buried in Gucheng County, Jingbei. Could it be that he is already cold and has seen the kings of the past generations?

Chen Hong swallowed his saliva gradually, and was about to ask something, but was interrupted by a man wearing animal skins.

"Don't ask anything, all you have to do is stand up and defeat that black dragon and protect our children and grandchildren." A man in a cloth coat with a pair of horns on his head said solemnly.

Chen Hong gradually fell silent, although it is not like the head of the ox recorded in the mythology, but the clothes made of cloth and the bow and arrow on his back, and the qualifications to call all the Chinese people his descendants, I am afraid that the only one who makes the uncang, grows grains, establishes the market, makes cloth clothes, makes string pianos, makes wooden bows, and burns pottery.

"Although you are the ancestors of Huaxia, you can't be strong. Not to mention that I'm dying, even if I'm in my prime, I can't beat Nidhogg. Why don't you all show your spirits and come to Bo to beat her up and kill her? ”

In the face of Chen Hong's increasingly yin and yang sarcasm, these kings of the Chinese dynasties were not angry, because they themselves had faced some difficulties and enemies far beyond their own capabilities, and they had also complained like this.

A man with a human head and a snake wearing animal skins approached Chen Hong, the golden light in his eyes was shining, and he stretched out a finger to point at Chen Hongji's eyebrows. Chen Hong gradually felt a chill in the center of his eyebrows, and when he opened his eyes again, the emperors beside him disappeared one after another, and his eyes were no longer a dark ocean, but a plain.

"Take a good look at why people are called people."

In Chen Hongji's vision, a group of people running on the plain appeared, dressed in grass clothes and animal skins, hunted and chased by a subspecies of dragons.

These are just a few dragon subspecies such as boars, bison, and tigers that have received dragon blood, and even a B-class combat hybrid is an enemy that can be easily killed, but for these pure humans, it is devastating.

He watched as those people were chased and bitten and eaten by the dragon subspecies one after another, and his hand bones rattled.

It was just an illusion, and he couldn't change anything at all.

Yan Ling Mandala was cast on him by the ancestor just now, and what he showed him should be the ancestor's own memories.

How should the Chinese people without mixed races survive in the land of China where the dragon subspecies began to expand?

But Chen Hong gradually discovered that what he saw was not a pure tragedy, the separation of his wife and the destruction of his family were just one of the pictures, but more of them were a tragic song that was composed.

Armed with wooden and stone weapons, the young man is willing to bait the happiness of the tribe to escape and the old and weak, and the sorrow song of the dragon subspecies is attracted by the dragon subspecies as bait.

Later, some half-breeds appeared among the Chinese people, but they were still not strong enough for those dragon subspecies, they had not yet developed their own speech spirit, and even the weapons were still made of wood and stone, and it was difficult to cause fatal injuries to the dragon subspecies. Moreover, the number of half-breeds is completely insufficient, there are not many clansmen and tribes who can shelter, and there are many weak tribes that have become the meal of the dragon subspecies, extinguishing the fire of the tribe.

Until one day, a man named Youchao appeared, and he migrated to present-day Shaanxi Province with several tribes, inventing houses built on trees, and hiding from the attacks of those reptilian dragon subspecies at night in the form of nests, supplemented by alchemy. The nest house built by the Youchao clan himself will not be breached even if it is attacked by some subspecies of birds and dragons, protecting countless humans.

Then, through the study of fire, the Suiren clan adapted people's perception of fire, mastered the two ways of making fire, drilling wood for fire and hitting stones to ignite the fire, and used the blazing flame to ignite the inextinguishable fire in everyone's heart, illuminating the avenue in the dark world for mankind!

Later, it was the Fuxi and Nuwa clans, the children of the Suiren clan, who taught people to defend their tribes with an alchemical matrix, giving birth to hybrid descendants with a stronger and more stable bloodline.

Shennong tastes a hundred herbs, and Xuanyuan is a tribe

……

From ancient times to the establishment of a new country, no matter what kind of strength the ancestors of the Chinese human race had, they were always fighting against fate, like one similar reincarnation after another, the difference was the difficulty, and the same was the struggle that was unwilling to fate.

From the Three Emperors and Five Emperors of the Ancient Era to the Taizu of this dynasty, the progress of the Chinese human race has never really stopped, even if there has been confusion and regression, but that is for the future to go more smoothly.

"Those who are human are those who stand up to the sky and set up places for people!"

"No matter what kind of crisis, we will not stop moving forward, the flame will not be extinguished, and the inheritance will not stop, this is the human race!"

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"Boy, do what only you can do."

Fu Xi's voice echoed, gradually sinking into his spiritual world.

The illusion disappeared, and Chen Hong gradually reappeared in the spiritual world, but he was no longer in the dark seawater, but quietly suspended above the sea, slowly disappearing into this spiritual world.

In the real world, Nidhogg looked back at the bottomless crack as if he felt something.

The golden dragon boy and a pair of ink-colored children looked at each other, and the dragon's mouth was wide open, revealing a hearty laugh.

The one who looked at her could give the human, the hideous scar on his body was still there, and the two children were still inky and not half of the golden light, but his eyes changed.

His eyes were full of perseverance and hope, as well as that majestic fighting spirit.

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