A day later.

The last trace of fluctuation from Qingyang Huan's body was also completely pressed into the depths of his soul, the so-called blessing is not a curse, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided, everything has a degree, he has pressed this catastrophe back for ten years, and it is time to respond to the catastrophe.

The cold wind blew the black hair on the back of his head, the long hair flew, Qing Yanghuan's eyes closed slightly, and a vague qi enveloped him.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, a ray of purple light flickered, beating at the center of the eyebrows, and then the bright starlight was lit up, and the center of the eyebrows turned into a simple star, lighting up the starry sky for a while.

The purple stars at the center of the eyebrows slowly rose into the sky, the purple light was flourishing, spreading out the purple domain, and the purple light turned into stars, manifesting a purple starry sky, and the majestic, vicissitudes, noble, and reckless qi surrounded the starry sky above Qingyang Huan's head.

Roar!

Immediately after, the blood and qi in the silent Qingyang Huan's body tumbled, like a big dragon roaring, the big keel of the spine trembled violently, the depths of the sea of marrow were like a volcano rushing, and a purple glow erupted from the body, rushing into the sky, and then evolved into a purple figure that was ten thousand feet tall and stepped out, stepped out, and the sky swirled.

The purple figure is the same as Qingyang Huan, and there is a strong aura of human war blood flowing all over his body, as if he has been silent for eternity, experienced all kinds of time and space, and has just woken up.

Boom!

Tens of thousands of feet tall purple shadow, the blood and breath of the human race flowing, the posture is curved like a dragon, the black hair is strong, each one is like a divine sword emitting a sonorous iron sound, blooming with a world-unique edge.

This figure suddenly stood under the purple star in the center of the purple star sea, on the purple star, two simple ancient seal characters flickered, no matter which direction you looked at, you could feel the fluctuations emitted by the two ancient characters.

"Boundless!"

Humanity and luck are titled God Kings.

For a while, in the purple starry sky, streams of purple qi lingered, turning into illusory heavenly dragons, surrounding the Terran War Blood God and swaying.

......

At the moment when the earth-shattering vision bloomed, the turtle immortal who was originally leaning on Qingyang Huan's side was directly knocked out, but this time he was not annoyed, but a solemnity flashed in his eyes.

On his body, the purple light also lingered, of course, his purple qi was not the same as the humane purple qi belonging to the human race, in his body, the star mill roared and turned, as if to promote the operation of time and space.

"A battle of luck!"

When the roar died down, Gu Buxian's eyes burst out with fierceness.

"Damn, the turtle master should have thought of it a long time ago, at the end of the era, the competition between the ten thousand races was a battle of luck, and only with the general trend could they advance and dominate in the new era. ”

As he spoke, he looked nervously at Qingyang Huan, who was shrouded in humane luck.

Obviously, Qingyang Huan has triggered the luck of humanity, and he must have understood all this, no wonder the trouble of a mere Xun clan, how could such a change occur all of a sudden.

Among the ten thousand races, except for those small races that can only go with the flow, which race does not want the clan to be magnificent, why the human race was able to dominate the continent in the first place, and the era is not because of the glory of humanity and luck.

More than 100 years have passed since the Humane Luck gradually began to help the Su, and now that the Terrans have reoccupied the Shanhai Continent, how can the silent Humane Luck still be silent.

As the only person in this era who has stepped into the God King of Luck from the God of Luck, Qingyang Huan will naturally be concerned by the Humane Luck, so the conquest of the Luck Spirit, even if he wants to dodge, it is impossible!

The luck of the clan, to say big, is to raise the clan to conquer, soaring, the momentum is like a rainbow, to say small, it can be a warrior who defeats a foreign opponent, can make the luck of the people strong.

If every Terran warrior defeats a hostile warrior, then these small victories add up to a brilliant trend, unstoppable, and break through the sky.

And the stronger the strength and the stronger the talent, the stronger the general trend given by the human luck, so as the only luck god king of the human race at the moment, Qingyang Huan has too many expectations of humanity.

At this moment, the luck stars were suspended above Qingyang Huan's head, spreading out a purple star field, vaguely connecting with the distant mountains and seas and wilderness.

In the purple light, the nine-colored glow filled the sky, and a great will fell from the void, blending with Qingyanghuan's spiritual will in the dark.

Call!

After a long time, Wei An's will disappeared, the purple starry sky above his head melted inch by inch, the luck stars returned to the center of his eyebrows, and the battle blood god form that belonged to him also returned to his body.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, Qingyanghuan's eyes opened and closed, and a dazzling beam of light burst out, piercing the void, and there was a purple sky, and the glow contained the flow of the sun and the moon.

Everything is clear.

He finally knew where his crisis came from, the Xun clan was just an internal matter of the human race, and the crisis came from a foreign race.

More than 100 years ago, he returned to the Xiaomang Continent, and the Terran warrior broke his wrist, cutting off the burden of the Xiaomang Continent and igniting hope for humanity's reunion.

Speaking of which, since his cultivation, the general trend of humanity is not so obvious, after all, this is also a helpless thing, the human race was hit too hard in the Middle Ages, and it almost broke up the backbone of the human race.

Now, the remaining war blood in the humane blood is about to be wiped out, and if the war blood does not exist, then the humane luck will naturally die.

Humans should be self-reliant!

Until now, why is the Xun clan blinded and does not respect the emperor's edict!

Why is it that the ancient kingdom outside the territory deviates from the human race and is not respected!

Why did the tribes of the five desolate lands of the Terran fight for themselves, and the Terran had to set up a royal domain to protect the king of the frontier to protect the earth, instead of the royal tribe to protect the mountains and rivers, and the major ancient clans only guarded a small part of their own territory!

All of this is due to the general decline of the Terran Race, and the languish of humanity affects every member of the Terran Race.

If it weren't for that, why would he inherit the war in the royal domain in the first place, these were just ways for humanity to save himself.

In every era, every ethnic group will have demons born in the world, these demons are in the world, the future is unlimited, become the emperor and the emperor, take charge of the future of the ethnic group, and lead the ethnic group forward, with the glorious momentum of their respective ethnic groups.

The reproduction and prosperity of the ethnic groups are extremely transparent for the fortunes of each ethnic group of all ethnic groups, and in the dark, the luck of all ethnic groups began to collide under this heaven and earth.

The humane luck added to the body, and the title of the god king of luck was introduced, so that Qingyang Huan understood all this, and also made him calm down, since he found the reason, naturally there is no need to worry.

Everything he has done has nothing to hide under the humane luck, and now the people in his Haoyuan are from the Xiaomang Wilderness Continent at the beginning, and they and their ancestors have endured the suffering of an era, so they are full of pity for the blood of these people, and the humane luck is full of pity.

Recalling that year, the small reckless continent could not return, and the strong man of the human race broke his wrist, broke the small reckless desolation, and hundreds of millions of people were buried together.

In an instant, Qingyanghuan's spiritual world trembled, his eyes were blurred, a reckless world opened up in his eyes, and memories kept emerging, as if he had returned to more than a hundred years ago.

On that day, the world was spinning, the continent was toppling, the mountains and seas were in the east, the emperor was fighting the starry sky, and the king tore the mountains and rivers.

"Emperor Yin Tang, humane crape myrtle is edicted!"

A roar in the vast starry sky shook the nine heavens and ten earths, the heavens and the universe, and the starry sky behind the last Ziwei Emperor in the Middle Ages turned into darkness, like a gluttonous ancient beast with a big mouth open, wanting to devour the entire heaven and earth.

On the continent, the blood rain is like a tide, and with every breath, the Terran blood has fallen, and the Terran Race is about to leave, and the continent is about to overturn.

"The land of the human race has fallen, and the human emperor is buried, how can there be no king who accompanies the burial. ”

"If humanity is revived and a glass of blood wine is poured to the east, the old man will be satisfied. ”

"The king sits on one side, protecting the blood of the race, since he can't protect the human race, then let the old man die and go to the underworld to be their guardian king, the old man will follow them on the road, and they will feel at ease. ”

On that day, the King of Mountains and Rivers and the Flame Bearer hugged Puzi and pushed him away from the Xiaomang Wilderness Continent, even if it was many years later, but at this moment, it was like the next day.

......

After a moment of silence, Qingyang Huan came back to his senses, and suddenly the killing in his heart gradually rose, and a thick killing track rushed up from behind, evolving into an earth-shattering killing.