Outside Liangzhu City, Master Long held a sutra made of bodhi leaves, shaking his head and reciting silently.
On the green bodhi leaves, the small golden writing emits rays of light. Whenever the Dragon Master reads the benefits, a ray of golden light will fly from the page and turn into a small dragon several inches long, circling and dancing around his fingers.
There are already hundreds of these golden little dragons flying around the hands of Lord Dragon, and traces of rich dragon power continue to spread from these little dragons. Emperor Shi Jin, who is standing next to Lord Dragon, looks at it with great envy and respect. The hands of Lord Zhulong are like being carved from gold, without any flaws, and his eyes are full of longing and enthusiasm.
A ray of golden light flew from the direction of Liangzhu City. Master Long suddenly raised his head and blocked the golden light with a faint golden glow in his right hand. There was a crisp sound of 'pop', golden light bloomed at the fingertips of Lord Dragon, a golden lotus the size of a washbasin slowly rotated, and the sound of 'Bora' came from the golden lotus.
"We have succeeded. The four masters are entering the city quickly. Don't let anyone go!" 'Bolo''s voice was full of pride and reserve.
"You've got it! Such a sky-high contribution!" Lord Long jumped up, his upright and firm face was like thawing spring ice, and suddenly a bright smile bloomed: "Haha, all disciples, please follow me into the city. All alien evil spirits in the city will be captured, but those who resist will be killed without mercy!"
Taking a deep breath, Master Long shouted sternly: "This achievement has its own immeasurable merits. We should be able to practice diligently and be blessed by the fate of heaven and earth. In the future, our cultivation will also make rapid progress. From now on, we will live a long and free life and have endless happiness." !”
With a wave of his hand, Lord Long took out an alms bowl with his left hand, and holding a Zen staff in his right hand, he strode to the top of his flying dragon mount. The flying dragon, which was dozing on the boulder, raised its head to the sky and let out a loud drink. Then it rushed towards the sky with all its strength, carrying the Dragon Master on its four legs as it flew towards Liangzhu City.
Emperor Shi Jin also took a deep breath. He looked at his hands and murmured to himself: "The matter has come to this, and there is no reason to look back. The path I chose is not wrong. The Emperor Shi family has become corrupt, but only Only by refining the boundless sins of the Emperor Shi family in the red lotus karma fire can the Emperor Shi family be reborn. I, Emperor Shi Jin, will be the ancestor of the new Emperor Shi family that will be a hundred times or ten thousand times more powerful in the future!"
Looking up to the sky and roaring, Emperor Shi Jin drew out his sword and pointed it at Liangzhu. With a flick of his left hand, a flagpole several feet high appeared in his hand. With a "hurrah" sound, a green lotus flag made of brocade fluttered in the wind. Emperor Shi Jin raised the flag with all his strength and followed Master Long towards Liangzhu City in big strides.
A loud roar of "Hu~ha" came from the Fang Basin. Hundreds of millions of human warriors spread their legs and lined up in neat lines, approaching Liangzhu in large strides like copper and iron walls.
Wearing heavy armor and holding sharp knives, countless human warriors who had been reduced to mining slaves had their eyes spitting fire. They prayed in a low voice with a hum in their mouths. They stamped on the ground with all their strength and gasped. The rough air is approaching Liangzhu. They used all their strength and stepped on them, causing the earth to shake and roar. Their huge footsteps shook the earth and scared countless birds and animals from far and near to flee in panic.
Some of these human warriors had just been sent to the Fang Basin by the alien slave-hunting teams in recent years. They roared loudly with passion, like a boiling torrent, and couldn't wait to rush into Liangzhu to make peace for the sins they had suffered over the years. Revenge, vent.
As for more human warriors, they have survived for generations, dozens or even hundreds of generations in the mines that never see the light of day in the Fang Basin. Their ancestors were captured by foreigners and sent to the Fang Basin, and they never left.
Before today, these people who have been slaves for generations have never seen green mountains and green waters, never seen blue skies and white clouds, they have never seen the ancestral land of their own tribe, and they have not been to their own clan’s ancestral temple for many years. Worship ancestors.
In the dark, damp and cold mines, these human beings who have been slaves for generations, struggling to survive like maggots, remember what their ancestors have passed down orally from generation to generation - they are human beings, they have their own surnames, their Where did our ancestors once live!
They remember the last words left by their fathers and ancestors. They are human beings. Their ancestors once lived among the extremely beautiful green mountains and green waters. Their ancestors once walked with their heads held high under the blue sky and white clouds. No matter when, no matter how many generations have passed down the tradition, once you have the opportunity to leave the Fang Basin, you must rush out and return to your homeland.
Many of these human warriors who have been passed down for generations, dozens, or even hundreds of generations in the mines of the Fang Basin still have rough clay jars wrapped around their waists. These clay jars of different sizes are filled with the ashes left by their ancestors.
The conditions in the mines in the Fang Basin were rudimentary, and they simply did not have the conditions to allow each of their ancestors to enjoy the treatment of a separate clay pot. These clay pots are mixed with the ashes of their ancestors, including their father's, grandfather's, great-grandfather's, great-grandfather's... The ashes of many ancestors and fathers are mixed in the clay pots. They want to take these ashes back to their ancestral land and transfer these ashes back to their ancestral land. The ashes are buried where ancestors have been buried for generations.
Even if it falls like a fallen leaf, if there is a chance, the body must be buried in the place where the clan takes root.
This is the humblest, toughest, and most precious persistence of the human race. It is this trivial persistence that led to the current human race.
But not before that!
The human warriors with clay pots tied to their waists held their weapons tightly, their nostrils dilated due to extreme excitement, panting like angry bulls - before sending their ancestors back to the ancestral land deeply engraved in their souls. , they first have to collect debts from those alien evil spirits.
My ancestors and fathers were like maggots, dying miserably and without dignity in the dark, dark and damp mines. Why could these alien evil spirits enjoy boundless pleasures in such a tall and gorgeous city? luxurious
This world is the Pangu world, and the Pangu world belongs to the human race!
The human race died without dignity in the mines, while the alien evil spirits enjoyed themselves high above? These human warriors don't understand any big principles. They only know that if their ancestors died in such frustration, then these aliens can no longer live as they please!
Anger surged from his heart, and then turned into boundless killing intent.
Black clouds that looked like substance floated above the heads of billions of mining slaves. This was the resentment accumulated by countless mining slaves from generation to generation over countless years. The resentment soon evolved into a red murderous aura, like a big flag in a huge military formation. Echoes in the sky.
Dragon, tiger, lion, and elephant, the four great sages led such a huge and murderous team and rushed into Liangzhu City unstoppably.
(End of chapter)