Lutai is on fire, do you think Dashang can be saved?

There were also many beings who caused a bloody storm and committed crimes in the human race at that time, and were captured one by one.

Outside Chaoge City.

A place full of bloody executions.

The thirteenth prince of the dragon tribe, whose face was pale and his pupils had lost any color, was looking up at the sky above him at a strange angle.

He would vaguely recall the status and glory he had as a prince decades ago.

"Execution!"

Accompanied by the executioner's hand with the ghost head knife.

The prince of the dragon clan was transformed into a man lying on the ground. He was rolled up with a straw mat and thrown into the mountain col.

There is a formation here.

Not to mention turning into lonely ghosts and coming for revenge, even their bodies will be transformed into extremely pure spiritual power by the formation, which will be used to support the spiritual fields and cultivate magic weapons.

It can be said to be waste utilization.

……

Scenes like this continue to appear throughout the prehistoric times.

Many human races are excited for the glory, but everyone feels that a storm is coming.

Only the entire Dashang's army deployment, food and grass operations, and the repair of various spiritual treasures and magic weapons are proceeding at a rapid pace.

"Your Majesty, now there are more than 3,000 strong people in our human race who have broken through and reached the Daluo realm. There are even more powerful people in the Taiyi Golden Immortal and Golden Immortal realms..."

At this time, Wen Zhong's face was rosy and full of vitality, and he didn't look old at all.

Even with the blessing of the power of human destiny, he has reached the realm of quasi-sage, instead of practicing the method of killing three corpses of the heavenly saint.

But as long as you contribute enough luck to humanity, you can separate your own existence. When you reach the true peak, the four-in-one can break through and reach the realm of a saint.

It's just that the current destiny of humanity can only be completely controlled by one person.

Di Xin quietly looked at the many current conditions of the human race described on the Royal Sister in his hand.

"Master, thank you for your help!"

The human race is a huge population. Although the problems among them are gradually shrinking in the face of such a prosperous age, in the end there are still many problems that need to be dealt with.

Officials of all sizes worked hard during this period, accumulating merit and merit while helping the human race develop as quickly as possible.

Because everyone understands that only when the human race becomes stronger will they become stronger.

"Your Majesty, I'm serious, everything is what an old minister should do!"

Although Wen Zhong said this, he still raised his question after pondering for a while.

“It’s just that, Your Majesty, do you really need a mortal army to go to the north together?

For this war, with their strength, there is no way they can play any role. On the contrary, it will drag down the army! "

No wonder Wen Zhong would think so.

This is not a human rebellion. Just like back then, those rebels wanted to overthrow the rule of the Great Shang with the help of mortals.

This time, the opponents of the human race are the two major races, demons and demons. A mere mortal body cannot cause much damage. Instead, it will turn into the blood of the demons and demons. This really requires caution.

"Grand Master, I wonder what you think of my current human race!?"

Di Xin closed the jade butterfly in his hand, and then looked at the starry sky.

There were countless starlight movements in his eyes, and he seemed to have seen countless sufferings in the world, but his expression was neither sad nor happy.

"Our human race now carries the ambassadors of heaven and earth, and has the help of humanity. It is also a first-class overlord in the history of the ancient world. As long as the threats of the demon clan and the demon clan are completely eradicated, we can truly stand in this ancient world. Become the protagonist!" Wen Zhong's words were so heart-stirring that he spoke out what was currently on the minds of all human beings.

But after Di Xin heard this, he shook his head slightly.

"What you said is correct, but for really weak people, these statements are like fantasy. The strength of the human race has nothing to do with their lust."

“The weak human race failed to embark on the path of cultivation, and they experienced birth, old age, illness, and death in just a few hundred years. This is their life.

The most important thing is those demons. The demons can hurt their lives if they attack at will, and even their souls are injured and their bodies are eaten. "

As soon as these words came out.

Wen Zhong was silent.

After all, what the king described is indeed the dilemma that the human race is facing now.

Let alone the human race, just assume that I have the same worry at the moment, that is, the human race has lost this battle.

If the human race is defeated next time, what should these weak humans do?

It's just that in this bustling world, no one wants to mention it, and no one wants to expose these sorrows at this moment.

"But what does all this have to do with our weak fellow humans going to the north?!"

After opening his mouth, Wen Zhong still asked the doubts in his mind.

In fact, all this is not surprising to Wen Zhong. Even if his cultivation reaches the realm of Daluo Jinxian, he still cannot see too many sufferings in the world.

There is no way to really stand in front of the weak human race and make a decision.

unless.

He once truly transformed into a weak human race and lived among them for decades.

"In our human race, if we want these weak compatriots who have never embarked on the path of spiritual practice to have strong enough combat power, we must use the power of the group."

Di Xin moved his fingers slightly. The starry sky in front of him seemed to turn into a huge chessboard, and he began to outline various strange phenomena.

"After all, a person's strength is weak. They can't defeat the sky with human power. It's easy to rely on the strength of the compatriots around them, hundreds of people, thousands of people, tens of thousands of people, billions of people..."

"Gathering sand into a tower, why worry that man cannot conquer heaven?!"

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

These words were like thunder, shocking Wen Zhong's ears, making his mind bright and buzzing, as if the door to a new world had opened.

"That's right, even though hundreds of people can't be enemies with the powerful in the immortal realm, what about ten thousand people? Millions of people, tens of millions of people..."

"All the strong men of our human race can fight hard, even if they cannot harm the saint, they can still achieve the glory and dignity of the human race!!!"

"My human race relies on its unyielding will and undefeated faith..."

At this moment, Wen Zhongwu understood.

The reason why the Human Emperor spent so much manpower and material resources was to allow these unarmed mortals, who had no way to compete with the demons and monsters, to enter the border.

It is not to let these human races die, but to give them the power to control their own destiny.

This is also terrifying for the human race.

Compete with heaven and earth with a creativity that can start a prairie fire.

Wen Zhong came and went as quickly as he came. He wanted to spread this idea to the entire human race, so that everyone could understand that they were weak and had compatriots and races.

As long as they can gather together with one force, everyone's power can explode, which is enough to shake the world. Even a saint cannot be underestimated. (End of chapter)