"As the name suggests, most of the monks living in the Golden Crow Realm are from the Golden Crow Clan." Han Yushui said with a sigh, "The bloodline of the Golden Crow Clan is extremely powerful, and they are born with amazing physiques and terrifying cultivation talents. Even if
They are ordinary members of the Golden Crow clan, and they are all very talented beings among our human race."
"Seventy percent of the Golden Crow Realm belongs to the Golden Crow Clan, and the remaining 30% belongs to our human race! At first, the Golden Crow Clan and the human race lived in peace and harmony, but one day, the prince of the Golden Crow Clan died on the territory of the human race.
, in the hands of the human race!”
There seemed to be beacon fire in Han Yushui's eyes, and his tone was low, "So, the war broke out. The Golden Crow tribe invaded the human territory in a large scale. Death, killing, and blood filled the Golden Crow world. In order to resist the Golden Crow tribe, the human race built twelve
The divine cities are the twelve ancient cities you see."
"But the Golden Crow clan is so powerful that the human race is defeated!"
At this point, Han Yushui broke down in tears and burst into tears in front of Chu Ge.
Chu Ge looked dull and didn't know what to do. A noble saint actually cried in front of him? How about some comfort?
Chu Ge coughed lightly: "This is not your fault, but it is the prince of the Golden Crow clan. How could he be killed by the human race inexplicably?"
"No, it's not for some reason. I was the one who killed the prince of the Golden Crow clan." Han Yushui blamed himself deeply.
Chu Ge was speechless.
No wonder Han Yushui always said that he was a sinner. It turns out that Han Yushui killed the prince of the Jinwu tribe and triggered a war between the Jinwu tribe and the human race. The source of all this was Han Yushui.
If it had been anyone else, he would have committed suicide out of fear of crime, but Han Yushui did not. He protected the divine city until the last moment, until his death. However, because of the skills Han Yushui practiced, his soul body survived.
"What skills did the seniors practice?" Chu Ge asked curiously.
"Yes, the technique I practice is my own creation. I named it "Nine Crazy and Nine Jue Sutra", which is divided into nine realms. Every time you break through a realm, you will lose one point of your sanity, and occasionally you will fall into death for a long time.
In this state, my body has transformed into an innate spirit. This is also the reason why I am immortal."
The so-called innate spirits refer to special existences such as Luohe Immortal Fire. They are innately born spirits with extremely long lifespans that even the Immortal Emperor is envious of.
Han Yushui's technique will temporarily transform him into an innate spirit and continuously increase his lifespan.
This is a benefit, but also a drawback.
Although the innate spirit has an extremely long lifespan, it cannot cultivate or pursue the great path. The higher Han Yushui's level of practicing "Nine Crazy and Nine Jue Sutras" becomes, the more he resembles the innate spirit. He has survived for millions of years, and his cultivation is still that of a saint.
This is the reason why he has been unable to break through to the realm of the Great Emperor.
"What do you think, boy, do you want to practice my technique?" Han Yushui said with a smile: "If you practice this technique, you will live longer than the Immortal Emperor!"
Chu Ge hummed: "Can you step into the realm of the great emperor?"
Han Yushui's expression froze: "No."
"Don't practice!" Chu Ge rejected Han Yushui's temptation. A long lifespan is indeed extremely tempting, but Han Yushui's self-created technique has too many flaws and is not suitable for Chu Ge. Besides,
What’s the point of living alone when all your relatives and friends are dead?
"Good boy, don't give me any face!" Han Yushui laughed and scolded, "To tell you the truth, I have improved the "Nine Crazy and Nine Abnormalities" and reduced the flaws, but unfortunately, I can't practice, so I can't
Only those who have practiced this technique can practice the techniques I have improved."
"Even if you want to practice now, I won't give it to you!" Han Yushui snorted arrogantly.
Chu Ge smiled. He understood Han Yushui's character. Although this man was a saint and always had a straight face, he was a cold-hearted person who would not rely on his identity and show off to Chu Ge.
If Han Yushui were a monk from the Eastern Region, he would definitely be a friend of Chu Ge.
Chu Ge sighed and said: "Senior, do you want to continue to stay in the ancient battlefield? Why don't you go out and see the outside world?"
"What can a person who has been abandoned by the world do if he goes out?" Han Yushui stood up, looked around the Twelve Gods City, and opened his arms, "I want to stay here and continue to protect the Twelve Gods City."
This is Han Yushui's only obsession and his motivation to live.
Chu Ge sat, squinting his eyes slightly, feeling the atmosphere of the Twelve Gods City. Han Yushui's words still echoed in Chu Ge's ears, which touched Chu Ge greatly.
What is red dust?
The mortal world is the human world, it is you, me, and everyone.
Han Yushui's story is a matter of mortals, and everyone who makes up his story is a human being in the mortal world. These people may be dead, but they live in the memories of others.
It continues to exist in another way.
The "Red Dust Swordsmanship" that has never been perfected seems to be gradually reaching perfection.
"Senior, let's see you again when we are destined."
Chu Ge stood up and said goodbye.
Han Yushui turned his back and waved his hand.
Chu Ge strode out of the Twelve Gods City and saw many people in the ancient battlefield flying towards the space cracks and leaving the battlefield. Chu Ge was about to leave, but suddenly stopped. An unexpected figure appeared in his sight.
"Diyi."
Chu Ge's pupils narrowed and he stood there, staring at the emperor.
Emperor Yi stood on an ancient tree, his clothes were flowing, and he looked as if he was a fairy.
When Chu Ge looked at him, Di Yi also stared at Chu Ge, speechless for a long time.
He only asked: "Did you kill him?"
"yes."
Chu Ge said.
"Kill a man to pay for his life," the emperor said.
Chu Ge said: "This is the law of heaven."
"What else is there to say?" Di Yi asked.
Chu Ge shook his head and smiled: "No."
"Then I'll take action." Di Yi said calmly.
Chu Ge nodded: "Ready."
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Emperor Yi's figure flashed and swooped in.
The sword light suddenly appears!
"boom!"
The monstrous evil energy erupted from Su Ming's body, accompanied by the terrifying immortal essence. The immortal essence was colorful and turned into countless sharp currents rushing towards Fu Shang, overwhelming the sky and the earth in a mighty manner.
Everyone looked at this scene and marveled.
Even if they are far away, they can still feel the deadly aura.
The huge pressure made them breathe heavily and make them unable to breathe.
As for Su Ming's opponent, Fu Shang was in a terrible situation. Under Su Ming's violent offensive, Fu Shang was knocked back one after another. He couldn't resist at all. His whole body was covered in blood, and his face was as white as a sheet of blood.
Knowing he was outmatched, Fu Shang fled in a hurry.
However, Su Ming's speed was extremely fast. His figure flashed, and the next moment he appeared in front of Fu Shang, condensing a palm print and crashing down.
boom!
Fu Shang screamed, spitting blood arrows from his mouth, and shot out of his body, falling into the mountains.
“Move the mountain scripture!”
Su Ming moved the mountain scripture and suppressed Fu Shang directly at the foot of the mountain.
defeat!
The monks in Xianling Mountain looked panicked and were deeply shocked.
Failed again!
Moreover, this time the loser was the top genius in the Eastern Region, the Holy Son of Qianlong Holy Land—Fu Shang!
Even Fu Shang lost, who else in the Eastern Region could be Su Ming's opponent?
Li Chunfeng?
Dongguo Bamboo?
"It's a shame that I thought the Holy Son of the Eastern Region was very strong, but he's such a thing!" Su Ming smiled disdainfully. He traveled to the heavens and competed with many geniuses in the world of the heavens. Without exception, they were all from the heavens.
The top genius in the world of heaven, Fu Shang is indeed a little weaker than those people.
"You two are left, who is next?" Su Ming stared at Li Chunfeng and sneered.