Seeing Lin Ming appear, the disciples of Demon Immortal Palace became even more crazy. They shouted from the bottom of their hearts, and their shouts resounded through the sky.
When the human race is in greatest danger, they need heroes and encouragement.
"Zhenren Lin, can you take us out?"
Someone asked in the crowd.
This sentence made the disciples of Demon Immortal Palace who were cheering at the scene much quieter. Yes, they wanted to fight out! They had had enough of hiding in this way!
Everyone looked at Lin Ming with burning eyes, and at this time, their eyes were full of strong desire.
"Everyone!"
Lin Ming walked up to the front wall of the Hunyuan Tiangong Square and looked down at the many disciples of the Demon Immortal Palace. His voice was serious and serious.
Everyone listened attentively, and for a while, the originally noisy square became completely quiet.
"Do you know about another catastrophe that the human race encountered 3.6 billion years ago?"
Lin Ming's question made the warriors present feel a little dazed. They thought Lin Ming would say something emotional and passionate, but they did not expect that Lin Ming mentioned this in his first sentence.
"I know!" Many people replied loudly.
"Very good... I also know about this catastrophe, and I probably know it better than you..." Lin Ming seemed to be deep in thought. He looked at the endless line of human warriors in front of him, and the rolling hills in the distance.
The black nebula was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "Thirty-six billion years ago, the human race was the same as now. Facing the saint race that was several times more powerful than them, facing the desolation at its peak, there were still many times.
The difference in strength between the Heavenly Lord of the Holy Clan and the True God of the Saint Clan is too great. The human race has no chance of winning. At least from the perspective of normal thinking, they will be destroyed and enslaved. However, the human race won that battle. You know it was
For what reason?"
Lin Ming asked back. Many people were a little confused. Although they knew about the catastrophe of the human race 3.6 billion years ago, it was too long ago. In addition, many major forces were destroyed at that time, and a lot of history has been lost. They only knew that the gods were led by Tianzun.
The human warriors won that battle, but the specific details are not very clear.
"If a race can stand for thirty-three days and have its own territory, sovereignty, and freedom, then it must either have strong strength or have its own blood! The blood of a nation is the people of this race.
Relying on the strength condensed by their blood to fight for dignity!"
"Thirty-six billion years ago, the human race knew that there was a huge gap in strength between the saint race and the saint race, but they were not timid! The Conferred God Heavenly Lord ordered his troops at the Conferred God Stage, with two hundred Heavenly Masters, two hundred divine beasts, and millions of Holy Lords! With the Holy Lord
As a soldier, with Tianzun as a general, all the people of the human race are soldiers, fighting to the death with the saints. In the end, the God-Selfing Tianzun leads dozens of voluntary and dedicated human heroes, burning his own life, forming a large formation, and sealing the soul of Huang!"
"In that battle, the human race's deities, realm kings, and holy masters were almost wiped out. The martial arts civilization declined and its inheritance was cut off. If you want to develop it again, you need to put in an unknown amount of effort. However, all of this is worth it, because... we
Preserved...dignity!!!"
Lin Ming said the last words word for word. For a moment, the entire audience was silent. Hundreds of thousands of Demon Immortal Palace disciples were either standing in the square or suspended in the starry sky. They all listened quietly, with expressions on their faces.
His expression was respectful and solemn.
"Because of those seniors who sacrificed their lives, we don't have to live like slaves. We can have our own martial arts civilization, even if it's not the best. We have our own territory, even if it's only one level. We can develop anew and start all over again. However,
When we really developed and made the martial arts civilization glorious again, the Saint Clan came again, and this time, they have greater ambitions!"
"They want to conquer the Thirty-three Heavens step by step. Their leader, the Holy Emperor of Creation, wants to merge with Huang, and finally absorb the essence of all the major races in the Thirty-three Heavens and surpass the true gods. He regards the Soul Clan as the largest
They regard us humans as stepping stones. Yes, just like two knights feeding 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 in the Demon Immortal Palace suddenly became excited. Many of them were breathing heavily, and the blood vessels on their necks were bulging, as if they were going to explode on the spot. However, because Lin Ming was standing there
On the high platform, they could not speak. This was out of respect for Lin Ming.
Lin Ming was silent for more than ten breaths, and then suddenly asked: "Do you want to be used as fodder for horses?"
"They are looking for death!"
A big man jumped up and shouted at the top of his lungs. Lin Ming's silence for more than ten breaths just now had suffocated him to death.
"them!"
Someone pulled out two big, bright axes, and they collided with each other.
"Fight them!"
"Fuck it, I've had enough!"
Warriors are all bloody, especially when their race has been oppressed for so long, and both themselves and the race are in danger of life and death. They are like barrels, igniting at the slightest moment.
"I don't want to either!" Lin Ming said loudly, "Our seniors are not only the God-conferring Heavenly Lord; we also have the Hunyuan Heavenly Lord who would rather transform into a demon than fight the saints to the death; he extended his life by 300 million years for the sake of the great catastrophe.
The Sansei old man who finally sacrificed himself in order to delay the time for the elite of the human race to enter the wild universe... There are also many gods, realm kings, and holy masters whose names we don't know at all... and there are more warriors with lower cultivation levels, and even
The civilians who died tragically sacrificed their lives for us to stand here safely today, is it just so that we can be used as fodder for horses?"
"We endured the loneliness of leaving our homeland, entering the wilderness, accompanying ferocious beasts, fighting, tempering, and sacrificing ourselves. We bathed in blood, crawled and rolled in scraps of flesh..."
"We experience our skills, improve our cultivation, practice hard, enter the secret realm, and walk on the line between life and death. We are us, the human race! We come from the divine realm, and we want to... go home!!!!"
At the end of Lin Ming's words, his voice suddenly rose, and in front of Lin Ming, all the Demon Immortal Palace warriors erupted like thunder!
"We want to go home!"
"Kill back to the divine realm!"
"Destroy the saint dogs!"
"The human race will be immortal for hundreds of millions of years!"
The roar of one echoes through the sky. When the blood of a race is ignited, they can create miracles.
Even now, if an endless mountain of swords is placed 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 a tide continued unabated for a full quarter of an hour. One by one, the soldiers drew out their weapons and pointed directly at the sky.
There were also women who covered their faces and cried uncontrollably!
They want to fight back, even if they die in battle, they will be buried in God's Domain!
"Very good! Then, let's rest for three hours. After that, come with me, and let's... fight out!"
Lin Ming waved his hand, and the Demon Immortal Palace disciples felt like they were about to explode. Even if Tianzun stopped in front of them, they would rush forward and blow them up!
Some people can't wait to fly back to their residences and start packing pills, weapons, and armor to prepare for the upcoming battle.
They can't wait any longer.
So what about the Holy Son of Creation, even if he is defeated, he will just die in battle!
"Brother Lin, this..." Little Demon Fairy did not expect that Lin Ming's words would have such a terrifying effect.
Although the disciples of the Demonic Immortal Palace were originally bloody, if they were allowed to collide head-on with the Holy Son of Creation, they would still have unavoidable fear in their hearts. After all, the gap in strength was too big.
"Are we going to deal with the Holy Son of Creation?"
The Little Demon Fairy asked. Originally, when Lin Ming came, the Little Demon Fairy believed that Lin Ming would turn the tide of the battle and even cause the Holy Son of Creation to suffer a big loss. However, the Little Demon Fairy thought that Lin Ming would make long-term plans and use some means and strategies, and finally
After defeating the Holy Son of Creation, she did not expect that Lin Ming would directly lead his troops into a head-on collision with the Holy Son of Creation just a few quarters of an hour after arriving at the Demon Immortal Palace!
This is too decisive!
"It's too hasty to set off in three hours. I thought you would at least eat the banquet to cleanse you before thinking about the creation of the Holy Son."
Although Xiao Moxian felt that the army was rushed, Lin Ming was still the main priority in everything. This came from her unreserved trust in Lin Ming.
"A banquet? Let them continue with it, but it's not a cleansing banquet, but a celebration banquet! All the food and drinks are ready. Fight first, then celebrate!"
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