If the luck of the race does not exist, then the race will not be the race, and when the cohesion of a group is dispersed, the race will naturally withdraw from the stage of history.

The heavens are digging up the roots of the entire human race.

The heavens are so vicious.

used the resentment of the human race from the small barren continent for generations, and consumed the luck of the entire humanity, and then shook the entire human race.

Luck seems to be the whole ethnic group, which is formed by the thoughts of each blood compatriot, and it can also naturally affect the blood of each ethnic group, and the strength of the ethnic group's luck is directly manifested in the spiritual outlook of each ethnic group.

"A spark can start a prairie fire, for a long time, the human race has continuously sent torches to this continent, and also established some royal tribes, sheltering a side of peace, but unfortunately compared to the entire small barren continent, it is still too far away. ”

Hearing this, Qing Yanghuan nodded, the human emperor is lucky, naturally it is a pity to have insight into everything about the luck of the human race, and the actions of the heavenly alien race are naturally clear, but even if it is clear, it still has no ability to change anything.

Do you want to let the little reckless continent ignore it?

However, even if he made a move, he was under the oppression of the heavens, and he had to be careful at every step, lest he cause greater calamity.

"Every time the Torch Bearer fails, it is an invisible blow to the Terran blood on this continent, which means that the Terran race cannot save them, and the blood flowing in the bloodline is in the defeat again and again, being wiped out bit by bit, which is why there are Torchbearers who can step into the continent, the Terrans need the Torchbearers to wake up the silent battle blood, and the Heavenly Alien Race needs the Torchbearers to fail again and again to fight the Terran people on this continent. ”

At this moment, Qing Yanghuan suddenly found that the human emperor in front of him was illusory, his spine was a little bent, and the emperor pushed the universe horizontally, suppressing time and space, and it was even enough to destroy a clan and break the heavens and the earth, but when the emperor carried the weight of a clan on his shoulders, it became a shackle as heavy as Shenyue.

Even if he has the power to push the heavens and the earth, he has to be restrained.

It is his responsibility to step on the throne of man and lead the race to multiply.

"The emperor can't help you too much directly, I hope you can hold this place, too many races can't withstand the blow. ”

"Do your best!"

The hazy figure of the human emperor traversed the heavens and the earth, but Qingyang Huan did not feel too much terror, only silent awe.

"You are the first to lay the foundation on this continent, only those with great luck and great perseverance can make such a great achievement, and the support from the human race will come soon, and you must defend this place before you do it again. ”

Airplanes!

The magnificent voice gradually faded away, causing a trance in Qingyang Huan's perception, and the magnificent Buzhou Mountain Divine Shadow that emerged in the perception shattered inch by inch, and the phantom that belonged to the human emperor gradually dispersed.

All is calm again.

On the beach of fishbone island, there was already a high tide of sea water under his body, and soon, qingyang huan opened his eyes and saw that not far from him was surrounded by the people of the haixi tribe.

They were far away outside, wanting to come closer, but there was a look of fear in their eyes, and they wanted to make a noise but were afraid of disturbing Qingyanghuan.

Finally saw Qingyanghuan open his eyes, an old man in the crowd, set aside the surrounding people, and walked towards Qingyanghuan with courage.

"My lord, dare to ask my lord just now... The purple glow just now is ...... Yes yes ......"

The old man's words trembled a little.

However, Qingyang Huan understood what the old man meant.

"Yes, that's the luck of the human race. ”

"Terran luck. ”

The trembling old man's cloudy eyes lit up suddenly, although there was no cloud above the sky at this moment, and the humane purple qi had dispersed, he looked up at the sky dome.

"Ah......h

"The Terrans haven't forgotten us, really haven't. ”

The old man burst into tears, like a child.

......

Leaving Fishbone Island, Qingyang Huan did not return to Canglan Island, but aimlessly patrolled this offshore sea, and when he saw the Heavenly Alien Warriors who went to the deep sea, all of them were photographed into a cloud of blood mist.

He didn't expect that it would trigger the luck of humanity, and even more so the will of the human emperor, and he didn't expect that it would be in this kind of scene that he learned about the purpose of the existence of this continent.

When the humanitarian luck came, he also noticed some secrets from the human luck, and these information from the existence of the human purple qi were captured by him without the slightest obstacle.

Humane luck originated in the wild and dark ages before ancient times, and in order to survive, the human race was united together, and the hazy luck belonging to the human race was born.

It is precisely because of the particularity of human luck that from the very beginning, it was to unite the unity of all people, so this has become the most fundamental attribute of human luck.

Even in today's era, it still affects every Terran bloodline, and from the birth of every Terran bloodline, it will inculcately instill the concept of ethnic supremacy and ethnic importance.

This kind of influence is intangible, but through a variety of internal and external ways, such as the blood of war in the depths of the blood, such as the legends passed down by the old people when they were young, and the glorious deeds of the human race, all of which invisibly enhance the sense of identity of every human blood for the ethnic group.

Fight for the Terrans!

Fight for the Race!

This kind of scene is even more prevalent in the royal realm that is close to the foreign race.

It is also not only the human race, but any race of the heavens and all races has its own racial luck, condensing the mental power of a race.

It's no wonder that in this world and under the earth, it is difficult for a lone ranger to survive, and no life can survive after betraying the race.

Even if he is an emperor, he is also in this kind of bondage, and from the beginning of the birth of luck, he has been destined to do all this, like a big net, covering every ethnic blood.

It is precisely because of the influence of the birth of life from the very beginning that every human bloodline feels that fighting for the race is a natural thing, and it does not need any reason at all, it is a natural thing.

Do you need a reason to fight for your race?

Because they belong to the same family, they have the same blood flowing in their veins.

Under the same net of luck, there are also fish that have slipped through the net, there are still treacherous people in the ethnic group, and there are people who sell their ancestors to seek glory, but compared to the vast number of sentient beings, these people are only a minority after all.

Just as everything he is doing now, sheltering millions of people in the coastal waters, it seems unexpected, but it is reasonable, and under the influence of humanitarian luck, all this has long been inevitable.

Not only him, but even any one of the Torchbearers, is doing the same thing in different ways.

He has been cruising in the coastal waters for several days, and even crossed the north and south directions, roughly inspecting the sea areas that he can control, except for the Northern Silent Ridge and the near sea where the Sea Clan Sea Heavenly King is in charge, the sea area he can control is about three million miles in radius, almost the same size as the Wanqiong King Domain. 、

It's just that compared to the Wanqiong King Domain, the area of islands that can survive in this sea area is much less.

After inspecting the entire sea area, Qingyang Huan finally suppressed the agitation of seeing the human emperor, and also sorted out the things about the Xiaomang Continent.

There is a human emperor ban here, and he can only be no more than the arrival of the strong man of the king and the second heaven, which makes him feel a lot more at ease.

As for the other burners, he can't control it now, so he can only try his best to do a good job in his hands, saying a big word for the sake of the human race, and telling the truth for himself.

......

Canglan Island.

After returning to the stone garden, Qingyang Huan first found Gu Buxian.

"Ah Huan, what's the matter with me, I'm busy, these alien warriors have really gone crazy recently, rushing to the deep sea to die one by one, they can't stop it, the elders of Zhenjiang Mansion are busy and crazy, can't you see that the surrounding sea is breaking out, let me tell you that I feel that I don't have enough manpower now, it's up to you." ”

The turtle who came in a hurry shouted loudly.

"Let them pass. ”

What the!

"What?"

Gu Buxian was stunned for a moment, and then shouted.

"What did you say, did you say it wrong, or did I hear it wrong. ”

"As long as it's not an alien warrior who haunts the waters near the Terran island, let them go, since they all want to go to the deep sea to get a piece of the pie, let them go, maybe the feng shui of the deep sea is better than the offshore sea, and you can bury your bones. ”

For Gu Buxian's surprise, Qingyang Huan waved his hand and motioned to listen to him.

"Since we are not ready to meddle in the affairs of the deep sea, the most important thing at the moment is to integrate the various Terran tribes under our hands, although the divided islands now give them a place to live and reproduce, but it is still a plate of scattered sand, what we need is real control, such as arm command. ”

"Ah Huan. ”

Gu Buxian quieted down, pondered for a while, and said a little solemnly: "Seriously, under the oppression of the three-handed clan, these clansmen have long been abolished, really abolished, if you want to reawaken the silent war blood and expel the sense of oppression from other races, it will take at least three or four generations." ”

"It's not too late for us to start. ”

Interrupting Gu Buxian's words, Qingyang Huan said loudly: "Let's start now, first give them a relatively stable environment, so that the sense of identity belonging to the human race can sprout again, if it is not a little difficult, how can you be worthy of your identity as the future emperor." ”

"Isn't it the future emperor? ”

Qingyang Huan's words suddenly poked the itch of the turtle immortal.

"That's what Master Turtle is best at is making the impossible possible!"

"I'm going to gather the principals of the various tribes, as well as the elders of the halls, and let's discuss what to do next. ”

Before the words had completely fallen, the turtle buxian rushed out of the stone garden.

Call.

Watching Gu Buxian leave, Qingyang Huan let out a long breath, the appearance of the Human Emperor brought him an invisible pressure, especially when he peeked into the muddy state of human luck, this kind of qi also invisibly affected his thoughts.