"Haha, that's right. It seems that you, a junior, can be considered a genius of the human race. At such a young age, you are not affected by my will."
"But are you really sure these are all fake?"
The middle-aged man raised his eyes.
A pair of eyes full of stars looked over slowly, as if they had traveled through eternity of time and space, and finally landed on Tang Ming.
Bang! There was a loud noise out of thin air.
Tang Ming's tense body froze instantly, and all the spiritual energy in his body, the flying sword, and the dragon-seeking disk in his hand were sealed.
"Do you feel it?"
"All of this is actually not illusion. In the world of my will, reality and illusion are just a matter of thought."
The middle-aged man chuckled and spoke.
But soon.
"Um?"
The middle-aged man made a sound of surprise, with some surprise in his eyes.
This moment.
Tang Ming felt as if his secret had been seen through, and even his soul trembled slightly.
"You, a descendant of the human race, have quite a lot of secrets."
The middle-aged man said playfully: "I said your strength is ordinary. How can you touch the shackles and still be able to withstand the world of my will?"
"It turns out that you have a more vast natal soul, and in terms of strength, you have reached the threshold of my royal guard."
"..." Tang Ming's expression immediately became strange.
Immortal Lord Cultivation.
Is this person just the threshold of the Guards?
Isn’t this too loud?
However, when I think that the other party can see through my own soul at a glance, and that after falling for countless years, I can still condense the Dharma with my remaining willpower. Even the giant old monsters in the fairy world cannot do this.
"Senior, are you... an ancient monk?"
Tang Ming asked tentatively.
"Ancient monk?
Is this what the human world calls us now?”
The middle-aged man smiled faintly: "Actually, that's right. If it's more accurate, I am the 245th generation human leader of the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan."
"My surname is Xuanyuan, and my single name is 'Ye'."
Xuanyuan Ancient Clan, the 245th generation leader of the human race.
Xuanyuan Ye! King of Humans! Tang Ming was shocked. He had read the words "Xuanyuan Ancient Clan" in the ancient books of the immortal world. Xuanyuan Ancient Clan was the ancient human race.
The leaders of the human race at that time were collectively called human kings.
In ancient times, there were disputes among various tribes, including the Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan, the Golden-winged Dapeng Clan, the Taotie Clan and other great ancient tribes. These great ancient tribes were born due to the fate of the ancient times and were extremely powerful.
But the ancient human race was an extremely weak race.
Even, being forced to live in a remote place, being bullied by various tribes all year round, and even becoming food for the beast tribe.
The duty of the human king is to protect the people of the human race.
Tang Ming did not expect that a human king would fall here in this ancient battlefield.
"Descendants of the human race."
"I have been here for too long and don't know the outside world. I want to ask you, is the human race in the outside world okay now?
Do the various alien races, the beast race, still bully my human race from time to time?"
Xuanyuan Ye grasped the golden giant sword tightly, and a trace of iron-blooded evil energy burst out.
"Ahem, this..." Tang Ming coughed a few times and said strangely: "The ancient times have long been destroyed, and the alien races and the beast race have withered away. They have long been extinct in the world. There are only a few alien beast races left in the fairy world, but they have also been destroyed by the human race.
The major sect forces are forcing me to dare not set foot in the outside world."
"As far as I know, although the dragon tribe, phoenix tribe, golden-winged roc and other races in the fairy world are powerful, their numbers are too small and they can only hide in remote places."
"As for the secular world, there are no alien races or beast races in the secular world. The human race is in power and the population is prosperous. The countries are parallel, and the land of China, China, has risen to stand on the top of the world."
As soon as these words came out.
Xuanyuan Ye's originally indifferent eyes suddenly flashed with a bright light.
The radiance is sharp, stirring the void.
Boom! The entire ancient battlefield was shaking violently, and the bones of countless giant beasts turned into powder.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
"It seems that the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan's plan has succeeded after all. There are thousands of races, but our human race is declining. Only by breaking this ancient world and reshaping the rules can we achieve great prosperity for our human race!"
"Hahaha, yes, very good. It seems that the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan's plan is very successful!"
Xuanyuan Ye laughed.
The laughter shakes the heaven and the earth and stirs up the wind and clouds.
"Chinese China is the original bloodline of our Xuanyuan Ancient Clan. In ancient times, our Xuanyuan Ancient Clan was the head of the bloodline of all human races."
"The more prosperous the human race is, the more prosperous our Xuanyuan Ancient Clan will be!"
"This is the human race's road!"
Xuanyuan Ye looked ecstatic.
But after laughing for a long time, he stood on the high platform, overlooking the vast white bones of the entire ancient battlefield, and his expression fell into loneliness.
The human race prospered.
Prosperity does not come from smooth success.
It is the prosperity that countless people of the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan have fought to the death one after another.
"Since the human race is prosperous, we will die without regrets."
"Soldiers, you can rest in peace..." Xuanyuan Ye murmured, with a lonely look on his face, and bowed his hands towards the surroundings.
Bang! Thunder exploded.
In Tang Ming's horrified eyes, ancient war spirits emerged one after another, densely packed and swarming towards them.
There were soldiers wearing golden armor and holding spears.
There are archers with long bows and sharp eyes.
There is an axe-wielding swordsman with both hands and a burning desire to kill.
There are cavalry wearing heavy black scale armor and riding one-horned horses.
...The ancient war spirit legions are all gathered together.
Tang Ming stood on the high platform, looking horrified.
There are too many! The War Spirit Army glanced at the past, and the darkness was endless.
These are all warriors of the Xuanyuan ancient tribe, and they are all warriors who follow the human king Xuanyuan Ye to fight against foreign races and are willing to die! The evil spirit is soaring! The fighting spirit is soaring! At this moment.
Countless war spirits stood silently on the spot, forming a battle formation, with strong winds roaring and their breaths biting.
Xuanyuan Ye slowly stood up, straightened his back, and stood on the high platform.
suddenly.
"Zheng——" Xuanyuan Ye raised the long sword in his hand, and the sword light pierced the entire sky, making the entire ancient battlefield filled with this terrifying sword intent.
The light of the sword spans thirty thousand miles! The light of the sword chills nineteen continents! "In the ancient war, the human race prospered, and all races were destroyed, but for my human race, we prospered!"
"Everyone!"
"We, the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan, have finally fulfilled our ancestors' instructions and fulfilled our destiny!"
"And you are the backbone of the prosperity of the human race, the foundation of the prosperity of the human race, and the pride of our Xuanyuan Ancient Clan!"
"Back in the war, the Giant Beast Tribe was ready to take action, trying to crack down on the human race and massacre them. When the crisis came, I, Xuanyuan Ye, said a word, and hundreds of thousands of elites followed me overnight, teleporting with me into the Giant Beast Tribe's lair!"
"You know you will die on this trip, but you still have no complaints!"
"And we will finally destroy the direct lineage of the Behemoth Clan, guard the human race's passage, and protect the human race's bloodline!"
Xuanyuan Ye looked solemn, suddenly clasped his fists and bowed - facing the hundreds of thousands of fighting spirits around him.
Bow down and pay homage.
Bow down and worship again.
Bow down three times.
"These three bows are my king's bows to you!"
"You are the pride of our ancient Xuanyuan clan, and also the pride of this king!"
Xuanyuan Ye's rich voice came through.
Wow! Hundreds of thousands of ancient war spirits knelt down on one knee at the same time, and shouted loudly at the same time - "For the prosperity of the human race, I will die without regrets!"
"For the prosperity of the human race, I will die without regrets!"
"For the prosperity of the human race, I will die without regrets!"
"For the prosperity of the human race, we wait..." Rumble! The fierce fighting spirit pierces the sky!