On the ground, groups of humans are clearing the fields. In this season, the gentle drizzle brings the growth of all things.
From noon to evening, with a thunder, a huge dragon swung its tail toward the sea in the sky. In the field, an old man stood up and waved politely as he watched the dragon go away.
"Old Zhang, it's been so many years since the Dragon Clan and our Human Clan have gone their own way, how come you're still the same as before..."
Not far from the old man, an equally old man smiled and said.
"Those young people don't know about our human race fighting side by side with the dragon race. Don't you know, Old Cao? Some etiquette can be omitted because of familiarity, but sometimes omitting etiquette often means the beginning of unfamiliarity.
Look at the young people today, there are still a few who know how difficult it is for the human race and the dragon race to get where they are today..."
The old man glanced at Lao Cao not far away and said.
"Okay, I won't argue with you. It did take a lot of courage and courage for the Dragon Clan to stand on the Human Race's side back then... But now, the young man, sigh..."
After listening to Lao Zhang's words, Lao Cao first smiled and nodded, and then sighed deeply.
The two have known each other for hundreds of years, and their relationship is naturally very good. The two of them took the joke as a joke at the beginning, but when it comes to the young man now, the two of them are really feeling a little heavy.
At this time, hundreds of years had passed since Ling Tian represented the human race and the monster race to cease fighting.
Hundreds of years, even at this period, are enough to make a generation grow old.
After all, the human race is not a lich, a dragon or a phoenix. Even if the human race has the blessing of heaven and earth, since the second generation, the human race's lifespan has been limited. Even if it is successful in cultivation, the human race's lifespan has a limit.
By now, the first generation of humans who were not at the top of their cultivation levels have all grown old.
Although compared to the human beings of later generations, even if they are very old, the human race of this era is still strong and strong, but no matter what, these old people are indeed showing their age.
As an old man, the thing that matters most to you is naturally your descendants.
That's why Lao Zhang and Lao Cao sighed when they talked about their younger generations.
"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, your son is back and has brought you his wife and grandson..."
At this moment, a loud voice came from a distance.
For future generations, such a shouting can certainly scare people, but it will only lead to ecstasy afterwards. After all, there is no need to bother God to have a daughter-in-law and grandson, and the old man doesn't like it.
But, at this moment, after hearing this, Lao Zhang jumped up suddenly.
"Is it the Witch Clan or the Demon Clan...this cheating thing..."
An angry roar spewed out of Lao Zhang's mouth.
Immediately, this old man who was very old in this era collapsed three feet high, and then flew away quickly towards the distance.
"Lao Zhang, don't be impulsive..."
Later, Lao Cao looked at his old friend's reaction and immediately followed him quickly.
In the East China Sea, the third city built by the human race, at this time, Ling Tian sat there with a frown, and several men from the first generation of human race who were very successful in cultivation and had not aged yet were standing in front of him.
"Supreme, there are at least more than 200,000 witch-race hybrids and 300,000 demon-race hybrids in our human race now..."
With an ugly look on his face, a human master slowly spoke.
For hundreds of years, the human race and the demon race have not clashed again, but there have been two conflicts with the witch race.
The most recent time was three hundred years ago.
In that conflict, Ling Tian and the Twelve Ancestral Witches fought hard, and then they were injured for more than two hundred years. After Ling Tian recovered from his injuries, he immediately planned the strength of the human race again.
However, Ling Tian never expected that the Lich and Lich tribes would change their tactics to play with the humans.
The two Lich clans actually sent handsome men and beauties from their respective clans to have marriage alliances with humans.
For more than a hundred years, many of the three Lich-human clans have been confused together.
Even if you occasionally search, you can find children with the blood of the three races of lich and human. These children either have demon race in their grandparents, or witch race in their maternal grandparents. Although some of their elders are ordinary mortals, the three
With a mixture of different bloodlines, each of these children is a leader among the human race.
What makes Ling Tian helpless is that although these children have the blood of the lich and witch races, they deeply recognize their identity as human beings.
Under this situation, Ling Tian could not deprive them of their human identity.
At first glance, it seems that it does not matter if they recognize their identity. After all, since they consider themselves to be human beings, then these little guys will also fight for the human race when they grow up.
However, for some reason, Ling Tian subconsciously felt that something was wrong here.
Therefore, even though Ling Tian somewhat accepted the intermarriage between the Lich clan and the human race, he still did not dare to express his position publicly.
"City Lord, City Lord..."
At this moment, suddenly, a hurried voice came from outside, and then, a human warrior quickly ran in.
"Supreme..."
The warrior who came in hastily saw Ling Tian and immediately saluted respectfully.
"No need to be polite, is something happening that makes you so anxious?"
Ling Tian waved his hand and looked at the human warrior.
Over the past hundreds of years, Ling Tian has led the human race to occupy a large area along the East China Sea, and has also developed the human race from hundreds of thousands at the beginning to more than ten million now. While Ling Tian truly developed feelings for the human race, Ling Tian's own strength also increased with the human race.
Driven by his faith, he was promoted to the pinnacle of quasi-sage, and he was just a hair away from touching the realm of a saint.
At this time, seeing the anxious look of this human warrior, Ling Tian naturally became concerned immediately.
"Supreme Lord, it's like this. There is a human race, the first generation of human race. Because his son brought back the wife of the witch race and the grandson of a hybrid between the witch race and the human race, he was too angry, so he wanted to punish his son. Who knows, the witch race's
The woman loved her husband too much and wanted to be punished for her husband. As a result, she was accidentally hit on the forehead by the first generation human race and died...
Later, the son of the first-generation human race committed suicide because he was sad that his wife died and the murderer was his father. And the first-generation human race committed suicide because of a big mistake and entrusted his grandson to a friend...
But his death is not the end. The other young people in the city who have married or married to the Lich clan are beginning to feel fear..."
The human warrior looked at Ling Tian and said quickly.
After all, the three tribes of Lich and Lich have experienced countless fights. At this time, it is not surprising that those young people who have married Lich and Lich tribes feel fear.
Ling Tian frowned slightly, he knew clearly that he was responsible for this matter.
It was his delay in expressing his opinion on whether it was right or wrong for the three races of Lich and Men to intermarry, which led to the current situation.
If he had opposed it from the beginning, even if he expelled hundreds of thousands of people, even if he let go of hundreds of thousands of children with outstanding talents, it would not have much impact on the human race.
And if he approves intermarriage among the three races, then things will be even simpler.
Those members of the Lich and Lich clans, whether they marry into the human race or marry into the human race, will recognize their identity as human race, and their descendants will truly consider themselves to be human race.
But the bad thing is that Ling Tian didn't do anything, so the humans below didn't know what to do. Some of the first generation humans, those who had experienced the war, naturally rejected the lich and witch races subconsciously, even if the witches
The demon clan is their daughter-in-law or son-in-law.
"It's time to resolve this matter..."
Ling Tian sighed again, then stood up and walked outside.
He didn't know why he was so concerned about gains and losses this time, which led to this tragedy.
The older you are in the world, the less courage you have.
This is not a world, this is a prehistoric time, and he is the Human Emperor.
With a self-deprecating smile, Ling Tian strode out of the city lord's mansion, his figure flying into the sky.
"Fellow compatriots of the human race, starting from today, our human race is inclusive. No matter the lich or any innate creature, if you have feelings for the human race and voluntarily belong to our human race, you will be a member of our human race, regardless of each other..."
The low sound spread out with Ling Tian's opening, spreading from the third city to the surroundings, then the second city, the fourth city... and finally covered all six cities of the human race.
Following Ling Tian's words, countless cheers suddenly sounded.
Along with these cheers, Ling Tian had already begun to calm down, and his faith, which had been growing steadily for a while, suddenly surged again.
This amount is even enough to compare with the triple value of his solid growth, and this surge is not a one-time event.
Ling Tian can feel that this surge seems to be continuing, and it will vaguely last for a long time.
In mid-air, he felt the growth of his faith. It seemed that if this growth continued, it would not take long for him to rely on burning faith to forcibly touch the realm of the saint. However, there was no joy or smile on Ling Tian's face. On the contrary,
There was a hint of dignity.
For some reason, after those words were spoken, Ling Tian vaguely felt an extremely strong gloomy aura appear in his heart, as if he had just made a very wrong decision.
At this time, Ling Tian did not know that unexpected visions had appeared in Heaven, Pangu Temple, and even Zixiao Palace.
Above the heaven, three thousand flat peaches blossomed and bore fruit instantly as Ling Tian spoke. Although they were all flat peaches that originally only took three thousand years to bloom and three thousand years to bear fruit, the six thousand years were shortened to the blink of an eye.
See the horror in it.
However, Di Jun and Dong Huang looked at each other and smiled.
"The destiny has been changed, and the matter has come to pass..."
An excited voice came out of Di Jun's mouth. The demon emperor, who mainly focused on strategy, was as happy as a hundreds of thousands-year-old child. Next to him, Dong Huang was not doing much better either.
And above the earth, in the Pangu Temple.
The twelve ancestral witches were also sitting there cross-legged. Following Ling Tian's words, the eyes of the twelve people opened at the same time, and incomparable ecstasy appeared in their eyes.
"The destiny has changed. Our Witch Clan can finally continue on the earth..."
In one sentence, the fate of the two races changed.
This was already a big event in itself, but nine days away, in the Zixiao Palace, the old man Hedao suddenly opened his eyes.
"Go against heaven, change your destiny, do whatever you want..."
The voice seemed to be scolding, but there was no emotion belonging to a living thing. The old Taoist glanced at the chaotic heaven outside Zixiao Palace indifferently, and then moved his arms slightly.
The way of heaven changes and the rivers of stars turn.
Something was vaguely changing, but the next second, the fate shook, and the different galaxies began to change again.
The old Taoist frowned slightly.
"Existence is reasonable. However, the change of destiny is not the right way, but it is reasonable. It is just that this child is related to the way of annihilation of the world, and he is born into a human race blessed by heaven and earth, but it cannot be erased. Therefore, it should be suppressed for thirty thousand years..."
The old Taoist's eyes were calm, but he seemed to be watching something. Along with slowly talking to himself, he quickly made some conclusions.
Immediately, a pale golden talisman appeared out of thin air in front of Lao Dao, and then disappeared into the air.
Tushita Palace, Kunlun Mountain, Jin'ao Island, the Paradise of the West, Wa Palace...
"The human race, Ling Tian, acts against the will of heaven and should suffer the pain of thirty thousand years of suppression. Heaven and earth will feel it. Saints can take action to suppress it. They should receive the favor of heaven and earth, or they can gain the merit of measuring calamity..."
The old Taoist's calm voice sounded in the ears of several saints at the same time.
At the level of a saint, there are not many people who can impress him. At most, his disciples and others are a little concerned. However, when the four words of the so-called "measure of calamity" appeared, the eyes of these saints lit up one after another.
Measuring tribulations, encircling and measuring tribulations, is a terrifying existence that can cause dragons and phoenixes to perish, and even saints to perish. There are even countless tribulations that even saints cannot escape.
If you can get a calamity-measuring merit.
With the methods of a saint, it may not be impossible to figure out some of the origins of the calamity. In that case, even if you still need to face the calamity, you can still be prepared to avoid it.
The old Taoist's voice disappeared, and several saints disappeared into their respective dojos.
On the bank of the East China Sea, Ling Tian announced the words of the human race to accommodate the lich, and then returned to the city lord's palace. However, after returning, Ling Tian felt more and more the gloomy feeling rising in his heart.
And slowly, there seemed to be some weird energy aura in the sky beside the East China Sea. That aura enveloped Ling Tian tightly, as if it was a sign for Ling Tian.
By this time, Ling Tian could completely confirm that he indeed seemed to have done something wrong, so that he was remembered by heaven and earth.
The human race is the favorite of heaven and earth, but the two races of lich and lich are wanted to be wiped out by heaven and earth. Now, Ling Tian's actions seem to be against heaven and earth.
Or, there are other deeper things going on inside.
"I recently had the feeling that I had vaguely touched the realm of a saint. I will be in seclusion for a while later. You don't need to come to me. If anything happens, you can discuss it and solve it yourself..."
In the City Lord's Mansion, Ling Tian looked at the human masters standing there and spoke slowly. After finishing his sentence, the figure disappeared from the place without waiting for the human masters to respond.
At this time, Ling Tian could vaguely feel that a master was coming, a master who was higher than Di Jun and Dong Huang, and most likely a saint.
The human race must not be allowed to see the saint take action against him, and the human race must not be allowed to hate the saint.
