Tales of Herding Gods

The **** of Chiming looked at the hanging man in front of himself, his eyes slowly rising and falling on the face of Qin Mu, his eyes crossed the Qin Mu, and he was far away, and saw a big pit everywhere in the square. In the pit, there are planted magical powers in the open world.

There are many people who have not been planted in the pit, but most of them were heavily wounded by Qin Mu. They did not break a few bones and broke their arms or legs.

There are still some people who have not suffered serious injuries. They have only become a sheep, and they are turning around and calling in the square.

If this is the battlefield, the younger generation of the vacant world has already been slaughtered, and a long-lasting civilization will suddenly be hit by a fault!

The **** of Chiming got up and walked past Qin Mu. Before he came to the steps, he did not ask Qin Mu, but looked down.

"The Chi Ming dynasty has gone through two generations, the Red Emperor started in the grass, and the white hand hit the world. The Emperor was ordered to be in dire straits, and the rescuer was dying. The people of the Chi Ming era, the fierceness of the world, the courage Fight and create an embarrassing era!"

His voice doesn't sound very loud, but it is heavy, and it penetrates into everyone's ears: "But since I entered this hanging space, everything has changed. People who have been hiding here have forgotten to destroy my family. China’s foreign enemies who have destroyed our people have gradually forgotten the spirit of the hard-working struggle of the Emperor Chiming, forgetting that they used to be a **** of war, forgetting that their race is the race of the **** of war! Hiding into a small building into a unified system, managing his winter and summer and the spring and autumn, wrong You hide, you have to lose! When there is such a shame!"

His voice was getting louder and louder, and everyone in the square below was ashamed and afraid to look up at him. Even the gods of the Chi Ming era, such as Chixi, bowed their heads.

"I just want to borrow this foreigner's hand, humiliate you, insult you, wake you up!"

There is anger in the voice of the **** of Chiming: "I want to borrow his hand and warn you, tell you that you have forgotten the tradition, forgot the hatred, and forgot the spirit of the Red Age! Without this spirit, The era of the Red Ming is the real demise! It is not in the hands of heaven, not in the hands of the demon who died for you, but in the hands of you, the survivors!"

His voice slowed down again, and there was some sorrow in the heavy: "Do you know why I dare to call the Son of God? Do you know why I insist on sending people out of the vacant world to inquire about the outside? Know why I insisted on contacting 3,000 years ago. Does the emperor even hesitate to praise him? I can’t bear it...”

"I can't bear to continue to sink into it. I can't bear to be completely destroyed in your hands in the era of Chi Ming. I can't bear to be a sinner..."

"I want you to return to the real world. I want you to reproduce the spirit of the Red Emperor era, regain your fighting spirit, and regroup, instead of seeing you sink."

He paced slowly in front of the steps: "I don't dare to call the emperor, but dare to call the Son of God, Your Highness, not because I am not as good as the emperor of Yankang and other small countries, but my ministers are not worthy! You are not worthy, I can't match it either!"

"Is the Yankang messenger strong? Strong! He can beat you six by himself! But you think about it, has he always been playing like this, from beginning to end, only six of your tens of thousands of people can attack him?"

His voice stopped, giving people time to think.

The defeated supernatural powers underneath showed a confused color, and some people whispered: "This is indeed the case. After he rushed into the crowd, only six people could attack him."

More and more people nod their heads and whispered. They were defeated by Qin Mu, and their faith was also killed together. The pride of an era was defeated by Qin Musheng and gave birth to a mentality that Qin Mu could not overcome.

Now, they are slowly giving birth to a glimmer of hope.

Qin Mu is only able to defeat six people at the same time, not absolutely invincible!

The voice of Chi Ming’s son sounded again, cold and cold: “However, during the Chi Ming Dynasty, we were a warrior of the Chi Ming era, who could play six opponents in heaven! With an enemy six, there is no such thing as a hero. Known as the **** of war! Now, you are being beaten by an emerging country, where are the ancestors? Where is the name of the **** of war? Do you want to let it be? You make me feel ashamed, but you can be ashamed and brave!"

"You have just battled, scattered sand, mutual trampling, crowded, chaotic, not a rule, can attack him at the same time, even six people are not. You are not defeated by the Yankang messenger, but lost in your own hands, yourself In the hands of people! Shame! A shame!"

He shouted: "What should I do if I am a shame?"

He paused and screamed: "Call back! You can wipe out the shame before you can raise your head. Today, the Yankang messenger will defeat you. You will defeat him in the future. In the past, I will defeat Chi Ming, then the future. , we are fighting heaven!"

Below, the mysterious people in the hanging space were inspired by his language to stimulate the blood in the chest. Many people endured the pain and screamed, and it was very chaotic, but gradually the voices of all people gathered together. Be a thrilling torrent, shouting earth-shattering, deafening!

The torrents of the tens of thousands of shouting voices that have been superimposed together have turned out to be so shocking, so that Zhenmu and Lingxiu are all changed.

Qin Mu turned and looked down, only to see the supernatural powers in the hanging world connected, like burning the original fire, like the spring of the earth, like a flood.

"All the people are in the city, this is a spirit of unity, the spirit of the Chi Ming era, resurrected..." Qin Mu muttered.

The voice of the ancestor of the ancestors came from behind him and said: "This is the role of a good leader. Yanfeng is such a person, and the Son of God is such a person. Yankang Guoshi and you are not such people, saying There is no such exciting word. Only such a leader can bring people together."

Qin Mu nodded and said: "The real leader can turn bad things into good things and twist the hearts into a rope. I can't do it now."

Ling Yu Xiu whispered: "This **** has killed you thousands of people in a few words, and turned into six people, and said that six people can not do their best, and put your strength down. At the same time, my heart is deep."

Qin Mu smiled and said: "He said that he is right. It is really difficult for me to fight thousands of supernatural powers in the seven-star realm. In the case of platooning, don't say tens of thousands, hundreds of seven stars. The magical bombardment of the magical powers is enough to kill me easily. The method I use is to chaos the formation, scatter the other side, cause the other party to be confused, and then take the opportunity to land in the chaotic crowd and attack me. Six people, while others want to rush over and cuddle each other. There are only three or four who really attacked me. I used this method to fight tens of thousands of supernaturals."

Ling Xiaoxiu smiled and said: "However, he is just to kill you."

"He is for his own race, nothing wrong."

Qin Mudao: "And my purpose is to use this battle to fight the 50 years of Yankang and Chi Ming."

He smiled and said: "These devils and supernaturals in the sacred world of Chi Ming are very proud. Even if they join hands with Yankang, they will look down on Yankang. Pride will lead to prejudice and prejudice will lead to bullying. They will inevitably bully because they look down on us. Kang’s people and supernatural powers will cause great disasters sooner or later. Now I am playing them. In the past 50 years, the supernatural people in the hanging world are afraid to make a living.”

Ling Yuxiu was surprised: "I didn't think you thought so deep. So fifty years later?"

"After fifty years, I will play another meal."

Qin Mu’s state of mind is leisurely, saying: “You can be peaceful for fifty years.”

The gods of Chi Ming let the excited supernaturals go to the healing, turn around, return to their seats, and smile: "Yankang messenger please sit."

Qin Mu, Ling Yuxiu and the ancestors of the ancestors settled down. The eyes of Chi Ming’s sons were bright, and they carefully looked at the three people and said to the ancestors: “Do you have friends in the era of the Emperor?”

The ancestor said: "King emperors."

"I sent Chixi to go to see the emperor, and I intend to appeal to the emperor and join the emperor to deal with the heaven."

Shenming Shenzi sighed: "I didn't expect that when the time passed, things were not human. Chixi had already died before the local opening of the emperor. The era of the Emperor's reign was 20,000 years, and it was only three thousand years for me to hang the world. Excuse me. Fortunately, there is Yankang."

His eyes fell on the Lingxiu show and smiled: "The Princess Xiu Xiu personally came and let me hang the world. I have already seen the covenant signed by Chixi on behalf of the Yankang emperor. If I just saw me The disciples in the hanging world have outperformed the messengers. I can also talk about the conditions and amend several clauses that are more conducive to me. But they are defeated after all, so I will not change the terms signed by Chixi."

The Lingxiu show slightly succumbs and smiles: "The deity of the Son of God is generous. There are many offenses, and please ask your Excellency."

"The princess is very polite. I originally planned to give you a horse, but I didn't expect to be taken down."

Xiaoming Shenzi laughed and looked very hearty, but did not go to see Qin Mu, said: "This covenant clause, I have agreed, but also ask the princess and the emperor to wait for a few days, I still need to prepare some trivial things, then Some ethnic groups will leave and go to Yankang."

This discussion ended in a peaceful period.

Ling Yuxiu and his first ancestor and Qin Mu returned to their residences and immediately said: "This **** has given me a very tricky feeling. What kind of person is he? I can't see him all the time! He really will because If you give him a horse, will you make concessions? I don't believe it."

Qin Mushu was a lazy man and smiled. "He is naturally ambitious, but his current purpose is to let his people leave this isolated place and return to a competitive world. But he will not Put all the eggs in one basket, so he will only let some of the people leave the hanging space to Yankang. But for some people, there is no danger to Yankang, but it is an opportunity for Yankang to get a big arm."

Ling Yu Xiu thought: "When he is really standing in Yankang, it is a threat to Yankang."

Qin Mudao: "At that time, Yankang should also grow up? We don't have to think about these things. These things should be his game with the emperor. The emperor has a headache. Looking at these days, I plan to walk around and see. The scenery of the hanging world. Xiumei, are you going to accompany me?"

Ling Yu Xiu shook his head: "I need to think about something."

He uses his brain to think about how he should be able to win in this game if he is Yanfeng.

"Chi Ming Shenzi is a very terrible opponent. He learns, is discouraged, has a chest and means no better than his father. He wants to beat him in the future game. He is more discouraged and more broad-minded than he is. More means!" She secretly said.

Qin Mu wandered around the city, using his own eyes to see the customs of the hanging space, architectural style, the first ancestor followed him behind, without a word.

The dangling world is actually not smaller than Yankang. However, the population is not a lot. It is far less than Yankang. It is probably because of the abundance and no interest in the reproduction.

This is a very strange phenomenon. When people are in distress, they will find ways to reproduce their offspring. However, once life is rich and carefree, there is no interest in the reproduction of the offspring, and the population will become less. This is especially true in places like the Hanging Circle, where there are no foreign enemies, no wars, no worries about food and clothing.

"The people of Chih-Ming are right. If you hang in here, you will be self-extinct." Qin Mu whispered.

This city of God is built on a vast mountain. This mountain is even larger than the Mount Sum of Yankang. Standing on the tower, you can overlook the view of the sky, and the light in the sky seems to be at your fingertips.

Qin Mu looked around and looked good. He looked back and suddenly looked at it. He saw that the highest place in the city of God was not an imperial city, but a magnificent palace behind the imperial city.

In the city, I don’t notice this place at all.

"Where is it?"

Qin Mu was very excited and immediately walked down the city tower, bypassed the imperial city and walked to the palace. The ancestors followed him behind him, and he looked like a dead heart.

When they came to the palace behind the imperial city, they saw that the stone classes were stacked and kept going up. I don’t know how many layers were laid. It was very scary and I couldn’t see the end.

When Qin Mu climbed up, he was about to come to the top. Suddenly there were several three-headed and six-armed gods who came out from above and looked very big. The mu was a square and shouted: "Yangkang’s ambassador, this is the forbidden place of the temple, please return !"

Qin Mu stopped and suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Jin Wuwei, let them come up."

"Shin is also here?" Qin Mu gave a slight glimpse and went forward.

Chi Ming’s son, a purple-red slim robes, stood in front of him and faced the grand and magnificent hall. He said: “The Yankang messenger, here is the red-browed eyebrow, in the hall, hiding him. Brain light."

Qin Mu hesitated: "Since it is the holy land of the Red Emperor, then I still don't have to go in."

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