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Somewhere in cannibal territory.

The ancient black mountains are one after another, more than ten thousand feet high. The sky is gray, as if there are thick dark clouds, giving this area a deep depression.

In the center of the dark clouds, a ray of purple skylight fell down, shining on a certain mountain peak.

The purple light is rich, like nectar falling from the sky, flowing on the black mountain, manifesting purple fairy palaces and Taoist temples, majestic and majestic, with fairy aura floating around, like a holy realm.

There is a sky boat crossing in the distance.

The light flashed and hovered in front of the purple mountain.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, please!" A one-eyed cannibal smiled and extended his hand to signal.

Beside him.

A tall creature with brown hair all over its body, a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, green eyes, and golden pupils, looking forward while looking into the air.

"The Heavenly Mirror Saint Soldier is indeed well-deserved. In this tens of thousands of miles of heaven and earth illusion, there is an exquisite dojo. Where can the Purple Fantasy Saint be? Can this Saint Soldier be summoned to have a look?"

Before the one-eyed cannibal could speak.

On the mountain ahead.

The light gathered in the Taoist temple and turned into a purple figure, sitting in the temple, filled with holy power and rich in Taoism.

When everyone looked at it, infinite awe naturally arose in their hearts, as if they were facing the incarnation of heaven and earth, with endless majesty.

It said: "Young Yuan wants to see it, of course he can."

The voice is ethereal, as if it comes from the horizon.

The creature with green eyes and golden pupils bowed slightly: "Thank you, saint."

The saint in the temple raised his hand and gently grasped the dark clouds in the sky.

The next moment.

The source of purple light on this mountain shines brighter and brighter, illuminating all the dark clouds tens of thousands of miles away.

In the light, beyond the dark clouds.

A purple ancient mirror emerged. The ancient mirror was so huge that it covered tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers below. The mirror surface was chaotic and hazy, with rich purple light.

With the manifestation of the ancient mirror, the tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are illusory and distorted, as if they are about to disappear at any time.

The creature with blue eyes and golden pupils raised its head, its golden pupils shining brightly, looking at the huge ancient mirror, with densely packed runes reflecting in it.

After a long time, the runes disappeared from its eyes and it sighed:

"The illusory avenue of the saint is infinitely wonderful. Yuan learned it."

The incarnation of the Purple Fantasy Saint in the temple waved his hand again, dark clouds appeared in the sky, and everything returned to normal.

"Yuan Xiaoyou's golden pupil is also a top-notch magical power. If he becomes a master in the future, he will be able to restrain my magical power." Zihuan Saint said.

The creature with green eyes and golden pupils laughed: "If the one-eyed cannibals advance and retreat with our clan, I, Yuan Wen, will not be the one to take action against my friends."

"The cannibals are naturally willing to become friends of the nobles." Saint Zihuan said: "What is the purpose of Yuan Xiaoyou coming here?"

"The ancestors of our clan said so."

A golden Taoist edict appeared in Yuan Wen's eyes. He did not open it, but just held it with both hands, and endless Taoist rhymes filled the air, making everyone's hearts tremble.

"The Fengtian Sect of the human race has colluded with several races to destroy your cannibal clan. It has issued a special edict, ordering all races not to interfere in the war between the cannibals and the human race, so as to help your clan!"

Saint Zihuan said slowly.

"The news about the Fengtian Sect of the human race was also informed by the gods a few days ago. With the help of the nobles, the human race will undoubtedly lose this battle."

Yuan Wen's eyes flashed with surprise: "What kind of god is it?"

Gods!

This is not a simple title!

Among all races, there are not many ethnic groups that can be called gods!

The Celestial Clan is one, this is a terrifying clan that is going to hit the top ten rankings of all clans.

Gu Lan, the peak saint back then, was only half a step away from being the strongest. Because he stole a dojo, he was almost wiped out by the strongest of the Celestial Clan!

The Golden Mango God Clan is one of them. This clan ranks among the top twenty among all clans. They possess the fastest sword skills in the world and are the most terrifying cold-blooded killer race among all clans.

Even among the top ten, there were geniuses who were hunted by them!

Everyone who is called a god clan is a terrifying group with a reputation among thousands of clans. Such a powerful existence has also paid attention to this battle?

Saint Zihuan preached the message, and a name rang in Yuan Wen's mind, making him hold his breath.

"It turns out to be this clan..."

Yuan Wen murmured to himself, not particularly surprised.

It had long heard that this clan had taken action against the human race, causing some minor disturbances, and was even infiltrated into its own safe zone, alarming the strongest members of the clan.

This time, it’s not surprising that this clan came forward.

"The God Clan is here. It seems that the human race's century-old clan war is over." Yuan Wen said softly.

"Not bad!" Saint Zihuan said in a cold tone.

"After this battle, there will no longer be a human race on the battlefield of all races!"

……

Human environment.

Fang Ke and Mi Lele returned to Huangwu.

The cocoon of enlightenment has been broken open.

There was no trace of the old lady in the retreat place, and Mi Lele could not find the old lady either.

The old lady has broken out of her cocoon.

But the caterpillar has not yet transformed into a butterfly. It is still a withered yellow cocoon, densely hanging on the inner wall of the big cocoon that the old lady broke.

"Wait a minute."

The two of them were waiting in the old lady's retreat, talking about the battle situation on the battlefield of all races.

"Actually, the potential of our human race is really strong." Mi Lele suddenly sighed: "It's just that the time is too short."

Fang Ke nodded slightly.

The human race is not ranked high, but it does not mean that it is not strong.

It has only been more than seventy years since the spiritual energy was revived, and it has only been twenty-one years since it entered the battlefield of all races. It has already surpassed the countless years of accumulation of more than a thousand races.

No race would consider such a group to be weak.

The current ranking simply cannot reflect the true potential of the human race.

What the human race lacks is the accumulation of time!

After hundreds or even thousands of years of accumulation, a large number of military generals, martial sects, etc. of the human race have become martial kings and martial gods...

Over the long years, a large number of strong people have been accumulated little by little.

By then, the ranking of the human race will definitely surpass more ethnic groups and easily enter the top 7,000 of all ethnic groups.

The current human race has too few warriors in the Martial King, Martial God, and Martial Sovereign Realm!

There are quite a few saints!

There is usually only one saint-level strongman in a group of the same level. It is rare for a group of seven thousand or more to have two saints.

Even if there is one, one of them must be the one who has reached the end of his lifespan, not a young saint like the human race, whose lifespan is less than a hundred years old!

So.

The existence of the two ministers is the human race’s anchor to the sea.

The previous human race ranked more than 9,300, and the two ministers accounted for more than half of the credit for this ranking.

In addition.

The younger generation of the human race also has many talented people.

Indeed.

Compared with many ethnic groups, there are few geniuses of the human race who have exceeded 50,000 kilograms of energy and blood before, let alone those at the Saint Son level.

But in fact, there are many reasons for this.

One is because the human race has hidden clumsiness. Among the hundreds of millions of martial arts masters, it is not that there are no real geniuses, but they are just hidden like Mi Lele.

The other is objective reasons.

The human race has accumulated too little.

With more than seventy years of cultivation history, the ethnic crisis is imminent, and there are constant battles and killings. There is not enough time and resources to concentrate on cultivating such a genius.
To be continued...