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Seeing Lin Ming appear, the disciples of the Demon Immortal Palace became even more frantic. They shouted from the bottom of their hearts, and their shouts resounded through the heavens.
When the human race is most in danger, they need heroes and encouragement.
"Renren Lin, can you take us out?"
Someone asked a question in the crowd.
This sentence made the disciples of Moxian Palace who were cheering on the scene much quieter, yes, they wanted to fight out! They've had enough of hiding like this!
Everyone looked at Lin Ming with burning eyes, and at this time their eyes were full of strong longing.
"Everyone!"
Lin Ming walked up to the front wall of Hunyuan Tiangong Square, looking down at the many disciples of Moxian Palace, his voice was serious and earnest.
Everyone raised their ears to listen, and for a while, the originally noisy square became completely quiet.
"Do you know another catastrophe that the human race encountered 3.6 billion years ago?"
Lin Ming's question made the warriors present a little stunned. They thought that Lin Ming would say something emotional, but they didn't expect that Lin Ming mentioned this in the first sentence.
"I know!" Many people answered loudly.
"Very good... I also know about this catastrophe, and probably know it better than you..." Lin Ming seemed to have fallen into deep contemplation. He looked at the endless human warriors in front of him, and the black rolling black sky in the distance. Xing Yun, after being silent for a long time, slowly opened his mouth and said: "Thirty-six billion years ago, the human race was the same as it is now. Facing the saint race that was several times stronger than them, and facing the barrenness at the peak, they still had several times more than themselves." The saint clan Tianzun and the saint clan true god! The strength gap is too big, the human race has no chance of winning, at least in the eyes of normal thinking, they will be destroyed and enslaved, but in that battle, the human race won, you know it is because of what?"
Lin Ming asked rhetorically, many people were at a loss. Although they knew about the catastrophe of the human race 3.6 billion years ago, it was too long ago. In addition, many great powers were destroyed at that time, and a lot of history had been lost. They only knew that Fengshen Tianzun led The Terran fighters won that battle, the details are not very clear.
"If a race can stand for thirty-three days, have its own independent territory, have sovereignty, and have freedom, then it either has great strength, or it has its own blood! The blood of a nation is the people of this race. , relying on the strength of their blood to fight for dignity!"
"Thirty-six billion years ago, the human race knew that there was a huge gap in strength between them and the saint race, but they were not timid! The Conferred God Tianzun ordered troops at the Conferred God Stage, two hundred Tianzun, two hundred divine beasts, and millions of holy masters! With the holy master As a soldier, with Tianzun as a general, all the people of the human race are soldiers, fighting to the death with the saints, and finally, Fengshen Tianzun leads dozens of human heroes who voluntarily sacrifice themselves, burn their own lives, form a large formation, and seal the soul of the desolation!"
"In that battle, the Tianzun, Realm King, and Holy Master of the human race almost died. The martial arts civilization declined, and the inheritance was cut off. It takes a lot of effort to develop again. However, all of this is worth it, because... we saved Already... Dignity!!!"
Lin Ming said the last sentence word by word. For a moment, the audience was completely silent. Hundreds of thousands of Immortal Palace disciples were either standing in the square or floating in the starry sky. They all listened quietly, with faces His expression was respectful and solemn.
"Because of those sacrificed predecessors, we don't have to live like slaves. We can have our own martial arts civilization, even if it is not the best. We have our own territory, even if it is only one heaven. We will develop again and start everything from scratch. However When we really develop and let the martial arts civilization shine again, the saints have come again, and this time, they have even greater ambitions!"
"They want to fight for hegemony step by step for the Thirty-Three Heavens. Their leader, the Good Fortune Holy Emperor, wants to merge with Huang, and finally suck up the essence of the various races of the Thirty-Three Three Days and surpass the True God. He regards the Soul Race as the biggest They treat us humans as stepping stones, yes, just like two knights feed their horses before going to the battlefield, they regard us humans as grass to feed their horses."
When Lin Ming said these words calmly, the warriors present at the Demon Immortal Palace immediately became excited when they heard this. Many of them gasped heavily, and the blood vessels in their necks bulged, as if they were about to erupt on the spot. However, because Lin Ming was standing On the high platform, they were unable to speak, this was out of respect for Lin Ming.
Lin Ming was silent for more than a dozen breaths, and suddenly asked: "Do you want to be horses' grass?"
"They are courting death!"
A big man jumped up and shouted at the top of his voice. Lin Ming's ten breaths of silence just now suffocated him to death.
"**them!"
Someone pulled out two shining big axes, and they collided with each other.
"Fight with them!"
"Fuck it, I've had enough!"
Warriors are all bloody, especially when the race has been oppressed for so long, whether they themselves or the race are alive or dead, they are like explosive kegs, burning at the slightest touch.
"I don't want to either!" Lin Ming said loudly, "Our seniors are not only Conferred Gods, but also Hunyuan Tianzun who would rather turn into a demon to fight to the death with the saints; In the end, the three-life old man who sacrificed himself in order to delay the time for the elites of the race to enter the wild universe... There are many Tianzun, Realm King, Holy Lord whose names we don't even know... There are even more martial artists with lower cultivation bases, and even those who died tragically Civilians, they sacrificed their lives to get us to stand here safely today, is it just to make us feed the horses?"
"We have endured the loneliness of being away from home, entered the wilderness, accompanied fierce beasts, fought, honed, and sacrificed, we bathed in blood, crawled and rolled in broken meat..."
"We practice our skills, improve our cultivation, practice hard, go to the secret realm, and walk on the front line of life and death. We are us, the human race! We come from the realm of the gods, and we want... to go home!!!!"
At the end of Lin Ming's words, his voice suddenly increased. In front of Lin Ming, all the warriors of the Demon Immortal Palace exploded like thunder!
"We're going home!"
"Kill back to God's Domain!"
"Destroy the saint dog!"
"The human race is immortal for hundreds of millions of years!"
Waves of roars resounded through the sky. When the blood of a race is ignited, they can create miracles.
Even now, with an endless mountain of knives in front of these people, they will rush in without hesitation!
A bloody team, they will burst out with unparalleled fighting power and defeat enemies ten times stronger than them!
The shouts like the tide lasted for a full quarter of an hour without weakening. One by one, the soldiers drew out their weapons and pointed directly at the sky.
There are also women, covering their faces, crying bitterly!
They want to fight back, even if they die in battle, they have to be buried in God's Domain!
"Very good! Then, rest for three hours, after that, come with me, we... fight out!"
With a wave of Lin Ming's hand, the disciples of the Demon Immortal Palace felt like they were about to explode. Even if the Heavenly Venerable stood in front of them, they would rush forward and blow them up!
Some people couldn't wait to fly back to their residences, and began to pack pills, weapons, and armor to prepare for the upcoming battle.
They couldn't wait for a moment.
So what about the Holy Son of Creation, even if he lost, he was just killed in battle!
"Brother Lin, this..." Xiao Moxian never expected that Lin Ming's words would have such a terrifying effect.
Originally, although the disciples of the Demon Immortal Palace were bloody, if they were to confront the Son of Creation head-on, they would still have unavoidable fear in their hearts. After all, the gap in strength was too great.
"Are we going to deal with the Son of Creation?"
Xiao Moxian asked, originally when Lin Ming came, Xiao Moxian believed that Lin Ming would turn the tide of the battle and even make the Son of Creation suffer a big loss, but Xiao Moxian thought that Lin Ming would take a long-term plan and use some means and tricks to finally After defeating the Holy Son of Creation, she never expected that Lin Ming would lead his troops to directly collide with the Holy Son of Fortune just a few quarters of an hour after he arrived at the Demon Immortal Palace!
This is too decisive!
"Leaving in three hours, it's too hasty. I thought you would at least have a feast to wash your dust before thinking about the Son of Creation."
Although Xiao Moxian felt that the army was in a hurry, everything was still dominated by Lin Ming. This came from her unreserved trust in Lin Ming.
"Banquet? Let them continue to do it, but it's not a dust-cleaning banquet, but a celebration banquet! All the wine and food are ready, fight first, and then celebrate!"
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