Chapter 270: The descendants of the human race, I have seen the goddess Nuwa
The world of gods, the edge.
Contrary to the imagination of Qin Shihuang and others, Feipeng and Chonglou did not take action as soon as they came up. They each stood on a floating fairy island, their surging momentum clashed in mid-air, and their majestic spiritual thoughts extended to Nantianmen.
On the battlefield outside, paying attention to the changes on the battlefield.
Jumang, Gonggong, Zhurong, Taibai Jinxing, Jiutian Xuannv, Xuanyuan Divine General, King Yama, the seven supreme gods in the divine world, died before their eyes.
Aren't you going to save them? Opposite Feipeng, Mo Zunzunlou had a look of interest on his face.
Eight hundred years ago, General Feipeng guarded Nantianmen alone. He blocked the attacks of the demon world for tens of thousands of years and protected the gods in the god world.
Anyone who breaks into my divine realm without permission will be killed without mercy.
How many demons and ghosts were frightened by an indifferent word?
However, today, the god general Fei Peng is so helpless watching the death of the great god among the gods, and is indifferent?
If it was eight hundred years ago, I would go, but now... Facing Chonglou, this confidant Feipeng didn't hide anything. He sneered and shook his head, looking in the direction of Nantianmen with complicated eyes.
God, I am getting old. I saw it eight hundred years ago. I don’t want to enter the Lingxiao Palace and face the faces of those people. For this reason, I would rather give up my divine body and this body of cultivation.
For the sake of strength, I also want to be a human being.
Twenty years in the mortal world and twenty days in the sky. In those twenty years of life, there were frustrations, unwillingness, despair, and sadness, but there were also days that moved me, made me happy, and made me happy. I recall my hardships.
There is joy in sweetness and bitterness. Perhaps, this is the true meaning of life. These cannot be compared in the world of gods.
That boundless loneliness can really drive people crazy and make people feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts.
As Feipeng spoke, endless pictures seemed to appear in his eyes. Among them were Feipeng's own memory, Long Yang's memory, and the coldness and loneliness that had lasted for tens of thousands of years in the God Realm.
The intoxication when fighting Chonglou, the relief in Lingxiao Palace, the happy childhood with my sister when I was young, the father and mother, the sunflowers blooming in King Jiang's palace, the sudden war...
Does he, Long Yang, or Fei Peng really like fighting?
Maybe not.
In the short twenty years of Long Yang's memory, Feipeng seemed to suddenly understand the truest thoughts deep in his heart. He didn't like fighting, and never had.
The battle with the Demon Realm in the God Realm was just a medicine he was looking for to anesthetize himself. The loneliness and loneliness in the God Realm made Feipeng subconsciously want to escape.
But no, he is a god, created by the Emperor of Heaven himself, a race of gods.
He has to protect the divine realm, this is his responsibility.
Just like Long Yang, no matter how much he doesn't want to go to the battlefield, he still has to go for the people of Jiang State. This is his responsibility.
The chains of responsibility tied him and Long Yang tightly. He could not escape or give up. He could only stand at Nantianmen day after day, year after year with no expression on his face in the torment of his soul, every day.
They live exactly the same life, although they are in the world of gods, but they are even more ghostly.
This is the ghost of the soul.
Sometimes he thinks that the tens of thousands of years in the divine world may not be as rich and colorful as the more than twenty years he has lived in the mortal world.
Only by tasting the ups and downs, the joys and sorrows, and maintaining a pure heart can you appreciate the most sincere and precious feelings in the world.
So what do you want to do now?
To be honest, Fei Peng is very strange to Chonglou now, from all aspects, to the point that he can't even understand Fei Peng's words.
The Emperor of Heaven gave me life, so it is my responsibility to guard the God Realm. I have blocked you. The rest is up to them. Whether they live or die, it has nothing to do with me anymore. Feipeng sighed softly and said
.
Huh~huh~
Chonglou took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly dropped. He looked at Feipeng and sighed, with a hint of disappointment in his eyebrows.
You have changed. General Feipeng, who has lost his will to fight, will not be my opponent.
Feipeng was startled for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, and he also restrained his aura,
Maybe. Feipeng said softly without refuting.
Boom...the surging aura suddenly changed, and the Demon Lord Tower turned around and flew towards the Lingxiao Palace.
You have changed too. Looking at Chonglou’s back, Feipeng whispered.
Eight hundred years ago, Chonglou would not have turned around and left like he does now, nor would he have had the patience to watch the end of the battle outside the Nantianmen with him, while listening to him talk so much.
In the past, no matter whether Feipeng wanted to fight or not, Chonglou would definitely start fighting when they came up.
As for the rest, let’s talk about it later.
Chonglou said he has changed, so why hasn’t he changed?
A rainbow light formed under his feet, and Feipeng's body was filled with an inexplicable Taoist charm, and he flew towards the Lingxiao Palace after chasing Zhonglou.
Brother. Suddenly, Nightshade's voice rang in Feipeng's ears, causing him to stop abruptly.
Outside the Nantian Gate, Nightshade nightshade stood alone in an endless pool of blood.
She did not go to the Lingxiao Palace with Qin Shihuang and others, but waited here, Feipeng, or in other words, Longyang.
Fei Peng's figure turned around and landed next to Nightshade. He looked at his sister with a pair of divine eyes, filled with a rich soft light, just like Long Yang doting on her eight hundred years ago.
Xiaokui.
Brother Solanum Solanum threw herself into Fei Peng's arms, tears streaming down her eyes uncontrollably. At this moment, she seemed to have endless words to say to her brother in her heart, but there was only one word "Brother" on her lips.
Eight hundred years of longing and eight hundred years of hard training, aren't they just for today?
Xiaokui, this time, we will never be separated again. Feipeng hugged Nightshade and whispered softly. His memory seemed to have returned to the Jiang Palace eight hundred years ago.
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At the same time, in the Lingxiao Palace.
When the Qin Dynasty's hundreds of thousands of powerful troops surrounded the ruins of the Lingxiao Palace, the faces of the gods standing on the Lingxiao Palace suddenly changed, and they looked like heirs.
The arrival of the human army means that all the heavenly soldiers and generals of the gods have died. In this glorious divine world, there are hundreds of thousands of gods, and now they are the only ones left.
The Gods are finished.
Among the hundreds of protoss, only a few of them still looked calm. They had already expected this scene.
The Human Emperor Ying Zheng met Nuwa.
At this moment, a passage suddenly opened in the front of the human army, and Ying Zheng, dressed in emperor's dragon robe, walked out and bowed his hands to Empress Nuwa.
Bai Qi from the human race met Nuwa Empress...
Wang Jian of the human race met Nuwa Empress...
Meng Tian of the human race has met Nuwa Empress...
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Human race Lu Bu...
Human Zhao Yun...
The descendants of the human race have seen the Nuwa Empress...
After Ying Zheng, hundreds of thousands of clan troops spoke together, and the earth-shaking roaring sound waves soared into the sky and resounded throughout the world. This vast momentum made the gods' livers and gallbladders burst, and cold sweat broke out on their heads.
, terrified.
The human race has developed to such an extent without knowing it? The gods did not lose unjustly.
Get up.
This magnificent scene even shocked the Empress Nuwa, and she was filled with joy. Tens of thousands of years had passed, and the development of the human race made her look at her with surprise. The strength of the human race alone was no worse than that of the gods.
Boom... At this time, Mo Zunzhenglou flew over and stood next to the big demon Xingtian.
The human race is too powerful. Their potential is even greater than that of the gods and demons. In time, the demon world will definitely be left far behind. The demon Xingtian said in a deep voice.
This seems to be indifferent to the demon world. They don't like the barren land of the demon world. The demon respects the building and does not change its color, and is not bothered by the strength of the human race.
He knows very well that regardless of whether the human race can become the master of the six realms, the demon world is a special existence. In the demon world, there is nothing but boundless evil spirits. When entering, you have to worry about the evil spirits entering your body and becoming a demon.
Among these six realms, no matter which realm the creatures enter the demon world, they will turn into demons over time. Therefore, the demon world does not matter to all of this.
Among the beasts who entered the demon world hundreds of thousands of years ago, how many still think they are beasts today?
Even Chonglou himself calls himself Demon Lord.
The special environment of the demon world will assimilate all outsiders into demons, unless the creatures that come in are extremely powerful and can resist the invasion of evil spirits.
Like Xing Tian, Chong Lou, and Jiang Li, how many of them are there who have traveled through the Six Realms several times?
Boom... At this moment, the void in the sky suddenly opened, and a figure covered in blood fell down.