"The human race, the demon race, the witch race, the barbarian race, and the sea race are only the five most powerful and representative races, but there are a total of fifty-six races in China!"
"Back then, a supreme being of China rebelled and then united the armies of the eight regions to attack China. That period of history was horrific, but that era was also an era of brilliant stars."
"China had many talented people. The Emperor of Heaven was only the leader of a tribe at that time and was not very sure about the battle. So the leaders decided to select 100 talented people from each of the 56 tribes before the war and then send them to the Lingxiao Palace in the Heavenly Palace, which is the Earth in your memory!"
"A great war was about to break out. That war was a disaster. The Heavenly Palace was destroyed. The High Heaven Palace left this star field and disappeared. Of the fifty-six races, forty-two were destroyed, leaving only fourteen..."
"Fortunately, the battle was won. That was when the Emperor of Heaven was called the Emperor of Heaven. Thousands of years later, he left his hometown and became famous. Even the coalition forces of the eight regions bowed to the Emperor of Heaven. For thousands of years afterwards, China was respected by all races..."
"But the good times didn't last long. The Emperor of Heaven went out once and didn't return for a thousand years. Various rumors spread, saying that he died in the foreign land. Tens of thousands of years passed again. Now, the eight regions of the foreign world have recovered their vitality, and China is about to fall into war..."
Liu Xun was already fascinated by what he heard. It turned out that the Earth was actually the main hall of the original Xiantian court... Lingxiao Hall!
What shocked him even more was that there were fifty-six races in this world. No, it should be said that there were fifty-six Yanhuang tribes on Earth. They were the descendants of the ancient star Huaxia. Those descendants had not forgotten the teachings of their ancestors and still called themselves Huaxia and Yanhuang!
Liu Xun felt his blood boiling. He slowly stood up, looked into the boundless void, and said, "I'm afraid you were also sent to Earth at that time, right?"
Qilin Ci laughed heartily and said, "I don't know. My memory is incomplete now and I don't know how I was sent to Earth!"
Liu Xun heard this, with a smile on his face, and said calmly: "If that's the case, then let me avenge you! There is no such thing as a Chinese army that surrenders without a fight!"
Qilin Ci was obviously stunned when he heard this, and shouted anxiously, "Boy, I told you to leave here quickly, what do you want to do?"
Liu Xun ignored Qilin Ci's words, a blood-red rainbow light rose under his feet, and then rushed into the sky, looking up at the sky and laughing: "Of course I want to see the so-called Eight Regions Alliance! But don't worry, I won't die easily."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he added in his mind: "If I die, it will prove that I am only capable of this, but at least I tried my best, and I have no regrets. The rise and fall of a country is the responsibility of every citizen!"
A flash of blood appeared in the sky. Liu Xun was so excited that he had forgotten that the Qilin Thorn could directly check his thoughts. But now, nothing mattered anymore.
Liu Xun streaked across the sky like a red meteor. The sky was already pitch black, but he knew it was not just black.
Looking at the boundless sky, Liu Xun frowned slightly. The sky was very gloomy, the clouds in the sky were very heavy, and the entire starry sky in the southern region was filled with a depressing atmosphere.
In the Central Region of Zhongzhou, in a hall full of ancient vicissitudes, a young man in his twenties was lying on the bed, surrounded by a dozen charming women who were pouring wine and massaging him.
The young man had long hair draped over his shoulders and his eyes overlapped with a sharp look in his pupils. The muscles on his body had clear textures and bulged like small hills. One could tell at a glance that this man had explosive power.
There were dozens of scars on the young man's body, all caused by sharp weapons. It was hard to imagine how such a strong man could be injured by these weapons
At this moment, a charming woman rushed towards the young man. The young man frowned slightly, pushed away the charming woman who was about to hug him, and then looked out into the dark night, and slowly said: "The weather is about to change, Yan Chong... Liu Xun, where are you?"
In the southern region of Zhongzhou, Liu Xun rode a rainbow to the small temple on Shura Mountain, stood above the boundless void, and looked up at the sky.
The sky was pitch black, and the clouds above had turned black. Arcs of electricity could be seen flashing through the clouds. In the river in front of the small temple, the fish were floating up. Liu Xun opened his eyes to resonate with heaven and earth, closed his eyes and felt, and what he felt was the fear of the fish.
An eagle was hovering and screaming in the air, the fish was swimming restlessly in the water, the ants on the ground were quickly hiding in their holes, and there was almost no living creature to be seen in the outside world.
The black clouds pressed together and almost pressed to the ground, like a falling mountain, making people feel like they were about to suffocate but powerless to resist. This was only the first day.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed, and Liu Xun had not moved, still standing in the air above Shura Mountain!
The clouds three days later were beyond description. The entire southern region was completely shrouded in darkness. The clouds were so dark that they were creepy, and there were bursts of thunder in them.
The sound was like the galloping of thousands of troops, and a murderous aura went straight into people's hearts, making all the cultivators in the entire Southern Region feel uneasy.
Liu Xun's eyes were calm as he looked into the void. Death was not scary; what was scary was the process of waiting for death.
Logically speaking, Liu Xun should be the one who is most afraid in his heart, but now he is calm and looks at the void calmly. It is not because he has strong psychological endurance, but because he has let it go.
A smile appeared on Liu Xun's lips. He could escape, but he didn't want to, because he belonged to China and had the blood of Yanhuang flowing in his body. He was proud of this.
What made Liu Xun firm in this idea was not the Qilin Thorn, but the cultivators in the entire southern region. The common people could not feel this uneasiness, and at most they thought that it was about to rain heavily.
However, it is different for monks. The stronger they are, the more they can feel the uneasiness here. But despite this, no one has left in these three days!
It's not that they can't leave. Although the Southern Region is large, if a sect puts all its efforts into condensing the essence of heaven and earth, it can definitely teleport some people out. However, in the past three days, Liu Xun asked Qilin Ci, and no teleportation waves were transmitted.
In this case, there is only one explanation: they will live and die together with the creatures of the Southern Region!
The sound in the black cloud was like thunder and galloping horses, getting closer and closer to the South Region. At this moment, a voice rang out throughout the South Region, and the voice was like thunder, shaking the hearts of every cultivator: Everyone has also felt that there will be a catastrophe in the South Region. No matter what hatred we had before, we are now united against the catastrophe. No matter how great this catastrophe is, how can cultivators like us be afraid of a fight? (To be continued)