The most powerful god in the history of infinity

Chapter 412 Teacher, here we come!
"No one knows what this 'carried out' is. This is the ultimate secret passed down orally from generation to generation by the patriarchs of the human race. I don't know if our human race is about to perish, and I don't know whether this prophecy will come into effect. , now we have no other choice but to give it a try!"

Throwing the dragon-headed crutch in his hand on the ground, the old patriarch knelt down on the ground with fanaticism, and shouted in the direction of the ancestral temple:
"My compatriots of the human race, bow down with me!"

"Kowtow, thank the heavens and the earth for giving birth to my human race!"

"Second kowtow, thank you, the immortal emperor of the human race, for bestowing upon us the glory!"

"Three kowtows, thank our human ancestors for their desperate struggle to protect the continuation of our human blood!"

As the voice of the old patriarch sounded again and again, everyone kowtowed and prayed devoutly, praying for the continuation of the human race.

"Now, all fellow human races, join me in shouting loudly—bring it out!"

"Bring it out!"

"Bring it out!"

"Bring it out!"

Calling loudly again and again, but there is no strange phenomenon, which makes the old patriarch feel desolate. Could it be that the immortals of my human race really abandoned their people?Is it true that my human race in Yanjing is really going to perish?

Just when everyone gave up calling hoarsely and was about to stand up, a small crack like a blade suddenly appeared from the top of Blood Slave Valley, and the sharp breath made everyone shrink their heads in fear.

"A miracle has appeared, and the prophecy of my human immortal emperor is about to come true, everyone, don't stop, shout with me!" The old patriarch's voice was full of fanaticism as if he had been pumped.

"Bring it out!"

"Bring it out!"

"Bring it out!"

Perhaps the shouts of the human race really had an effect. The space cracks that were originally as thin as mosquito silk became bigger and bigger as the shouts continued, until they extended into a black hole with a radius of hundreds of meters. The dark hole seems to choose someone to devour.

Many human races were already trembling with fright, but they still stubbornly shouted the name of "carrying out", for fear that the final hope of the human race would disappear because of their laziness and fear.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded, and everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, as if a blue figure had fallen to the front of the ancestral temple.

In the incomprehensible eyes of the crowd, the crack in the space that seemed to be extending continuously gradually disappeared as the blue figure landed, and finally disappeared completely. scene.

"Grandpa!" The pretty girl kneeling behind the old patriarch whispered to the grandfather in front of her.

"Shh, keep your voice down, didn't you see that the ancestor fell asleep?" The old patriarch turned his head and glared at his granddaughter in dissatisfaction, and then carefully looked at the young man who fell in front of him.

I saw that this person was wearing a blue cloud brocade Taoist robe, with a black leather belt tied around his waist, and his black and thick hair was casually scattered behind him, with his eyes slightly closed. Anyone who saw the piercing wound thought it was a noble young master who had fallen asleep.

The crowd surrounded them in a dark way, all of them stretched their necks and looked forward, as if they wanted to see what the mysterious man called by him and others looked like.

"Old patriarch, is this 'carried out'? This person seems to be dead!" someone asked aloud.

"Shut up, what do you know? Take a closer look and see if there is a slave mark on his forehead?" The old patriarch scolded angrily with a dissatisfied expression.

"Our human race is a slave race in the Demon God Continent. It is a cursed race. As soon as we are born, there will be a slave race mark on our forehead. Even if we die, it will not disappear. Do you see the mark on his face?" The old patriarch pointed to the blood-red sickle mark on his forehead, and asked excitedly.

"Hey, there is really no mark of the slave clan, grandpa, what's going on?" the granddaughter of the old patriarch asked charmingly, pulling his arm.

"Ahem, this imprint of the slave clan is said to be arranged by the immortal emperor-level powerhouses of the monster clan and other immortal emperor-level powerhouses from other unknown continents. Our human race has no ability to erase it at all, unless"

"Unless this person is also an Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse! Grandpa, am I right?" the girl asked happily while holding Grandpa's arm.

"That's right, if I'm right, this should be the ancestor of my human race, an immortal emperor who returned from the ancient battlefield!"

The old patriarch clenched his fists and cheered loudly with tears in his eyes: "Everyone, we have summoned back a human immortal emperor, an immortal emperor!!!"

As the voice of the old patriarch came out, the black crowd suddenly boiled. They hugged wantonly, reveled, and shed tears. They seemed to see the rise of the human race and no longer need to be oppressed by other races.

"But Grandpa, he's not breathing anymore, is it already?" the girl Xiaosheng asked.

"Don't worry, it's hard to bury an immortal emperor-level powerhouse. It's not so easy to die. This ancestor was just seriously injured and fell into a deep sleep. Be careful, everyone. Let's carry this ancestor to a comfortable and clean place first." Let's go to the place!" The old village chief commanded.

Immediately, more than a dozen strong men of the human race came out, ready to go forward and lift up the immortal emperor of the human race with nervous and excited faces.

"Go away!"

However, the crowd hadn't moved forward, when suddenly there was an angry shout, and then a ripple spread out, overwhelming the entire group of people to the ground.

"Old patriarch, what's going on?" Everyone asked in fear.

The old patriarch didn't speak, but just stared at the young man lying quietly on the ground in front of him.

I saw a fluctuation in the void above the young man, and a sturdy young man with long brown hair appeared in front of the young man.

"teacher!"

As soon as the brown-haired young man appeared, he knelt beside the green-robed young man, tears falling from his cheeks, looking both sad and moved.

The old patriarch's eyes narrowed, because he found that this newly appeared young man did not have the imprint of the slave clan on his face, and he was another immortal emperor of the human race!
Ripples appeared in the void again, and another figure appeared.

The person who came was dressed in black and had white hair, exuding a murderous aura. After he appeared, he didn't even look at the people of the human race who were crushed on the ground and couldn't get up.

The ripples and fluctuations in the void did not stop. After the man in black appeared, seven young men exuding various auras appeared one after another. After they appeared, they knelt down around the man in green robe. Filled with endless gratitude.

"Teacher, here we come!"

(End of this chapter)