Not Zhoushan!

Standing up to the sky, no matter how long it has passed, no matter when you look at it again, Buzhou Mountain will always be so majestic and magnificent.

This is the backbone of Pangu, this is the center of the flood famine, this is the pillar of heaven and earth!

It's just that Xu Siyuan didn't have the heart to look at the scenery, and the top priority was to find the human race as soon as possible.

Fortunately, Xu Siyuan didn't look for long, the human race was weak and didn't dare to leave Buzhou Mountain too far, and they could live better under the pressure of Panguwei.

By an unknown river, Xu Siyuan saw a Terran settlement.

The human race is worthy of being one of the races with the strongest learning ability in the world, although it has only been born for hundreds of years, Xu Siyuan has already seen the walls, grass houses, and in the middle of the settlement, there are several stone houses. Even a few unknown instruments can be heard occasionally.

Most of the Terrans also hold bone knives and bone swords in their hands.

But in a few hundred years, the Terrans have been freed from barbarism.

It's just a pity that this wall has long been dilapidated, and most of the thatched huts are damaged, and the entire human settlement is gloomy and bleak!

And the sound of the musical instrument was also full of confusion and hesitation.

The Terrans have not lost hope, but they are already on the verge of despair!

In the flood wilderness, the human race is still too weak!

"Patriarch, get an idea!"

In the stone house in the middle, more than a dozen people gathered together, and Pan Yi Pan and Pan Er sat in the middle.

I haven't seen it for many years, and I already have the cultivation of Da Luo Jin Xian.

It's just that Panyi's breath is weakened, and he is obviously seriously injured.

It won't be long before you die, maybe even the next moment.

As soon as Pan opened his mouth to say something, Pan Er gently hugged him and said, "Don't worry, with me, you will definitely get better, you will all get better!"

Pan Er's eyes were red, but when she looked up, no one could see her weakness.

She was born a daughter, but the years have created a pair of iron bones for her!

Pan Er spoke: "By the way, what do you have to say if the Golden Wind Great Sage sent someone?"

"The Golden Wind Great Sage said that as long as my Terran sacrifice three thousand men and women every day, then he will not only stop there, but will also protect my Terran forever in the future!"

Pan Er sneered and said, "You all tell us your opinions, right?"

"No way!"

"Absolutely not!"

There was not so much righteous indignation, only one veto.

After a hundred years of bloody war, the human race has become more mature.

The deeper the hatred, the more you don't need verbal impassionedness, and the blood debt can only be repaid with blood.

The smile on the face of the Terran was cold, but the blood was even hotter!

It's piping hot!

It's just that at this time, a person spoke: "I think the proposal of the Golden Wind Great Sage can be considered, we have killed more than three thousand people every day in battle over the years!"

The Terrans started out with only a few hundred thousand people, but after Nuwa took care of them for hundreds of years, the Terran population increased to 10 million.

And now the Terran population is less than five million.

The blood shed by the human race over the years is too much!

"What did you say?" more than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at the man, who would have been dead countless times if his eyes could kill.

It's just that the gaze can't kill people, so someone plans to do it.

Pan Er stopped those who wanted to do it, Pan Er walked up to the man and looked at him coldly and said, "Are you scared of death?"

The man's gaze was a little evasive, and he didn't dare to look at Pan Er's eyes at all, but the man still said: "I'm a little scared, but I'm more worried about my human race, the Golden Wind Demon Beast is too strong, and I can't see any hope of victory at all." Moreover, besides, without the war, our human race can recuperate, and it will not be too late to do it with the Golden Wind Great Sage in the future!"

"And for so many years, we have been praying to Niangniang, but Niangniang has never responded to us, perhaps, Niangniang has forgotten us!" The man's voice was full of despair.

"Finished?" but Pan Yi, who was sitting in his chair, stood up with all his might.

As soon as he saw Pan stand up, the man didn't dare to say more.

"Three thousand today, three thousand tomorrow, what about the day after tomorrow, what if he wants ten thousand, or even one hundred thousand, the day after tomorrow?"

"Those are our people, our human race was born as a race, we can be selfish, but we can't be so selfish as to watch our compatriots die!"

"That's not a sacrifice, it's a betrayal!"

Pan Yi said loudly: "What do you say to recuperate, it's not easy to kneel, you can kneel down with a bend of your legs, but you can't stand up after kneeling for a long time, a soft egg without bones, no matter how strong it is, it's a waste!"

"As for Nuwa Niangniang, haven't you been weaned yet, do you want Lao Tzu to throw you back into your mother's womb and rebuild?"

"Ahem!"

Pan Yi coughed violently, and only after a moment did he say seriously: "No matter whether anyone remembers us or not, at least we remember ourselves, and our children and grandchildren remember! When our children and grandchildren remember us, they will not feel that we are cowards who can't straighten our waists! We don't have to be heroes, but we must not be sinners!"

"That's how you lived!"

The man bowed his head in shame and never lifted it again.

Just after saying these few words, Pan Yi sat down in his chair and gasped for breath.

A Da Luo Jinxian struggled to say a few words, Pan Yi was really out of oil, if it weren't for the belief in his heart, maybe Pan Yi would have gone early in the morning.

"Kill yourself!"

Pan Er and Pan Yi handed the man a bone knife.

"After you committed suicide, I can claim to the public that you were killed by a sneak attack by the Golden Wind Great Sage's men, and you will be buried in the ancestral tomb with glory!"

The man was very indifferent at this time: "Thank you, but I am not qualified to be buried in the ancestral mausoleum, I am afraid of death, but I am not so really afraid of death!

The man took the bone knife, and it was sharp.

Yes, what is so terrible about death!

Nothing painful.

At least it's not as bitter as living!

In a trance, the man saw his dead Eminem, his wife and his daughter who had not yet had time to grow up.

"Eminem!"

That's her own daughter calling herself, she seems to have grown up a little!

It was so dark in the stone house that there was no light in sight.

The man slowly closed his eyes:

"I hope that the elders of my human race can enjoy their old age in peace, may the battlefield not be the destination of the wives and daughters of the human race, and may the children of my human race have the day of adulthood!"

"May our human race walk freely under the firmament, above the earth!" was the man's last thought.

Maybe that's what every human race wants!

"Let's go!"

In any case, after all, they are the same clan that has been fighting for many years.

Pan Yi was also a little sad, and Pan Yi ordered: "Take my armor." ”

"Patriarch, don't do it!" Pan Yi's injuries were too serious.

Pan Yi said softly: "I will die on the battlefield, I can't choose my own birth, so at least choose a death method you like!"

"Well, I'll accompany you!" Pan Er said softly.

Pan Er gently held Pan One's hand, and then no longer parted.

It's like it was created by Nuwa together.

Since we live together, why fear dying together!

Everyone in the house asked for their lives: "I am willing to fight to the death with that golden wind!"

Yes, it's time for a decisive battle, and if you delay it any longer, you will die a slow death, and the Terrans can't afford to drag it out, and there won't be much food left.

"How about adding me to the decisive battle?"

At this time, Xu Siyuan pushed the door in, Xu Siyuan had already come, but he didn't disturb the deliberations of the human race.

Xu Siyuan learned the spell of a saint, and he had a spiritual treasure in his hand, but he didn't find him.

Xu Siyuan, who was eavesdropping outside the door, was very emotional;

War is the most brutal, but it is also the most progressive.

The Terrans are great after all!

Even the man who committed suicide had not that soft bones.

After all, they are the original human race, and in this treacherous desolation, they are legends every day!

And the word people!

I never fell down after I got up!