Chapter 389 [The collision between the two clans, the fuse Lin Xian] The saints are immortal and have boundless magical powers. They are even worshipped as gods in the small world deep in the starry sky. A drop of their blood can kill a powerful being, and a strand of their hair can split the sun, moon and stars. They are truly powerful ones, admired by all races and respected by all eternity. Even among the myriad races of ancient times, the status of the saint is extremely high and he is revered as the ancestor king! Only the race with an ancestor king can be considered a royal family and is qualified to reproduce and thrive on the land of Beidou. Otherwise, they can only be considered a slave race and are regarded as blood food. Why was the Beidou human race so weak in the late ancient times? It was because there were few saints, but many races, spread across the five domains, making it impossible to control them. Nowadays, the human race in the five regions all have the immortal lineage and the imperial soldiers to suppress them. Even if the ancient races are born, they will hide in the Northern Region and Beiyuan to test the situation, and dare not act rashly. After more than ten years of friction, both sides have control over each other's intelligence and want to test each other further. As the saying goes, they have a legitimate reason to do so. Both the human race and the ancient race are waiting for an opportunity, an excuse. Lin Xian, who returned from the ancient star, broke the balance, suppressed the geniuses of the ancient clan, killed the kings of various clans, and became the final fuse! In a secret realm that only the great sage of the ancient clan, the quasi-emperor, and the old patriarch of the ancient royal clan can enter, blurry figures appear one after another, as if they have merged into the avenue of heaven and earth, with unparalleled majesty. "Are we going to go to war with the human race? I'm afraid it will be a bloody catastrophe." A figure surrounded by chaotic energy, with a vicissitudes of life voice, sounding extremely old.
"Eastern Wasteland and Central Plains are the most elite regions of the human race, with power comparable to that of the Imperial Army." Another voice sounded, as if it was not in this world, but came from the depths of the universe, saying leisurely: "The emperor of the human race is not weaker than the ancient emperor. They must have left behind an immortal foundation. It is better to be careful." "You have forgotten about the Western Desert. For three hundred thousand years, there has only been one emperor there. Ten thousand temples chant Amitabha Buddha, which is frightening. The waters are a bit deep." An extremely majestic figure spoke up, "It is said that among the demon tribes of Nanling, there is a great demon that fought against the Great Sacred Body. The power of the Sacred Body and the Indestructible Golden Body was also awe-inspiring in the ancient times." "There are so many heroes in this world..." The old voice sighed and said, "The ancient clan has only been gone for a while, and the strong men in later generations have sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain. Beidou is really not lonely." "Haha, it may not be Beidou." The ancient race in the depths of the universe said calmly: "Each race has an ancestral star in the depths of the universe. We did not originally belong to this star, so why did we migrate here? The goal of the ancient emperor is the same as that of the human emperor." The Beidou Emperor Star has a profound foundation, with a large number of great saints, a few quasi-emperors popping up from time to time, and even the royal soldiers and imperial soldiers totaling more than a dozen. This situation is totally abnormal! It was generation after generation of enlightened beings who, in order to achieve immortality, moved all the essence and power of the ancient stars of life in the universe to the Big Dipper, creating such a wonder. Looking at the vast universe and billions of galaxies, the Light Clan has an imperial weapon, so they are called the Evil God and are the overlords of the universe. The Eternal Ancient Star has produced two emperors, who are high above everyone else and regard themselves as a god-level civilization, looking down on the stars and traversing the myriad realms. Beidou is a huge arena where more than a dozen imperial sects raise poisonous insects. The geniuses cultivated here may not necessarily lose to the heroes who fight to become emperors. If the emperors had not raised poisonous insects here, there would definitely not be so many outstanding people in Beidou. At most, there would be one or two geniuses with the potential to be emperors like in Ziwei Emperor Star. Ye Fan came from outside the domain, the Holy Son Yaoguang has a ruthless lineage, the Southern Demons originated from the Demon Emperor Palace, and there is only one real local genius in Beidou, the Central Emperor Xiang Ningfei, and he is from the previous era, the same generation as Gai Jiuyou. "We all came here for that one road." The old elder of the ancient clan sighed and said, "The cicadas sing for a lifetime, and you and I are all fighting to cross it." The human race is fighting, and the ancient races are also fighting. Contradictions always exist, and struggle is the eternal theme. It just depends on the scale and whether it is appropriate. You advance and I retreat, you retreat and I advance, it's just like swallowing up and eating away at the world. "Then we will unite with Nanling, contact Ximo, make friends with Beiyuan, and unite vertically and horizontally to fight against Donghuang Heavenly Court and Zhongzhou Dynasty." The majestic voice said, "I remember that the younger brother of the Fighting Saint Emperor transformed into a Fighting Buddha in the Thunder Sound Temple on Mount Xumi." "Please ask a fellow Taoist to go to Mount Xumi to have a chat with the Fighting Saint Ape. After all, they are from the ancient clan, so we can discuss things."
"Beiyuan asked the Golden King to go there. There is a branch of the Golden Clan there." "As for Nanling..." “Let the Valley of the Gods go to Nanling, jumping up and down, give them a chance.” The old voice said calmly: “By the way, try the human race again. The world is about to change drastically. This is the last chance.” "good!" "can." "Leave a few idle pieces and see how the human race reacts." The real controllers of the ancient clan nodded one after another without objection. Their figures gradually dispersed and they made their deployment. After the ancient times, why are there no saints and kings rarely seen? The rules of heaven and earth have changed, making it difficult for people to prove their truth. Ten years ago, the gradual emergence of the ancient myriad races was a signal. Ten years later, the older generation of cultivators, such as Taoist Red Dragon and Peacock King, succeeded in their efforts, which was another signal. If we delay any further, there is a chance that more people will achieve enlightenment or even become saints, thus filling the last gap in the human race. At that time, the ancient clan would not even have the chance to turn against them. There is only one chance, which must not be missed. If the human race shows weakness, then I will cover the sky with one hand, kill the geniuses, and leave the human race in a state of transition. A few days after Lin Xian killed the king, Shenling Valley, one of the powerful inheritances of the ancient clan, and the ten royal clans launched an attack together, wanting to kill the saint of the Feng family of the human race, shocking the world and showing the power of the ancient clans. The whole world was shocked. Under the holy land, countless sects were trembling with fear, and many were terrified. The pressure from the ancient races on the contemporary world was too great. If a royal family produces a saint, that means there are eleven saints born, with power comparable to that of gods. If one searches the five realms in this world, one can find several contemporary saints to fight against them. The enormous pressure is suffocating. Who in the world can defeat the ancient ancestor king? ! Even the Heavenly Court Alliance formed by the East Wilderness Holy Land in Yaochi had to think twice. The news swept across the world like a storm, and more and more people knew the cause and effect. Some people are of strong character, such as the contemporary leader of the Heavenly Court, Saint Ye Fan, who made a bold statement that no matter who the Saint of the Wind Clan wants to fight, they, Tianxuan, will definitely help. There were also people who were servile and knelt down before the ancient tribe attacked them. Their backbone was not even as strong as that of Saint Lin. To flee when seeing the enemy is the highest courage, to flee when hearing the news is the middle courage, and to flee when hearing the wrong news is the lowest courage. There are so many people who are brave. "The Ancient Clan is so powerful that a saint cannot contend with it. Why do we have to kill the kings of the Ancient Clan and put all human beings in the world in danger?" "Such a saint will only bring cholera." There was a Taoist priest named Li who said compassionately: "In my opinion, it would be better to let the Wind Clan Saint go to the Ancient Clan to make amends and turn hostility into friendship. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" Some people also sneered, "Master Li, are you blind or can't you see? Why are you pretending to be compassionate? In the past ten years since the ancient clan came into being, haven't you killed enough human beings? Haven't you destroyed enough Taoist sects? Your wolfish ambitions are obvious." “If it weren’t for the major holy places forming the Heavenly Court Alliance to restrain the myriad races, I’m afraid the myriad races of the ancient times would have massacred the world long ago, and we would all have become slaves.” "Now the saint of the Wind Clan has become a sinner for promoting the power of our clan. It's really ridiculous." "I'm doing this for the sake of the human race." Taoist Li sighed, as if he were some kind of master. Everyone sneered and confronted each other with different attitudes. Before the war came, they started fighting among themselves. This traditional art performance made the ancient tribes marvel. They were worthy of being the human race, with the most emperors and the highest index of internal strife.
Like the myriad ancient races, there had been bloody battles and blood feuds in the ancient times. However, facing the crisis of the rise of the human race, the great saints and old predecessors of the ancient race chose to cooperate and fight. "The ignorant human race is really a bunch of idiots. But that's fine. It is precisely such an inferior race that is more suitable for us to sow discord among them." When Zi Tiandu, the young master of the Valley of the Gods, heard these words, he sneered with contempt in his eyes. Then he led the ancient clan fleet to Nanling for a friendly visit, preparing to win over some of the demon and human races. Nine ancient beasts pulled the cart, and ancient creatures opened the way. They were extremely arrogant and headed for a Suzaku City. Zhuque City, one of the ten ancient cities in Nanling, has a long history that predates the emergence of written language. The Valley of the Gods once again invited all the major forces in Nanling to a banquet, and issued a message: "We are willing to live in peace with the great sects of the human race and the holy land of the demon race, and discuss the Dao on the immortal road without fighting." The goddesses of Nanling, the talents of the human race, the sons of gods of major sects, the grandchildren of ancient monsters, and even the heirs to the orthodox tradition, formally known as the most honorable young leaders, all attended the meeting to join in the celebration and meet the ancient clan on the eve of the bloody storm. "I wonder why you came to Nanling?" The Nanling Fairy chuckled. She was bright and beautiful, with a divine aura surrounding her. In Nanling, she was called the Fairy. She had countless suitors from the human and demon races. On normal days, she was almost impossible to invite. But when it came to the ancient tribe, she made an exception and attended. “Don’t worry, everyone. The Ancient Clan is only the enemy of the Holy Body that established the Heavenly Court, and they are only conquering the Eastern Wasteland and taking over the land. Now that the Ten Thousand Clan has emerged, they will not fight against the people of the world, and will be closer to you.” "May the Valley of the Gods and the Nanling sects coexist in harmony." Zi Tiandu smiled slightly and raised his glass to celebrate, but a hint of regret flashed in his purple eyes, because the most powerful force in Nanling, the Demon King Palace, did not show up. The Southern Demon, who was said to be on par with the Eastern Saint, the Northern Emperor, and the Central Emperor, did not show up to meet the guests. The demon race is still watching and will not make a move easily in an era when humans and ancient races are competing against each other. On the same day, the old elders of the ancient clan came to Mount Xumi, wanting to pay homage to the Fighting Buddha. However, the Fighting Buddha went far away to the Amitabha star field to embark on his own path to becoming an emperor, and was not in the Western Desert. There was only one Maha Great Sage to suppress his background. "That's good, that's good." The Mahāsāratīya came forward with the Pestle to Subdue Demons, chanting the name of Amitabha Buddha with a solemn appearance, saying: “The Buddhist teachings are that all beings are equal!” "Namo Amitabha!" The sound of chanting Buddha's name echoed in the Western Desert. The bells of ancient temples rang long and leisurely. Hundreds of millions of Buddhists chanted "Amitabha" in unison. The power of faith rose up like a huge cloud, and the light of Mount Sumeru rushed straight beyond the star field. A divine force flowed, covering an area and maintaining the order of ancient and modern times. Every inch of land was blooming with Buddha's light and nurturing mental power. It was as if the ancient Buddhas of the heavens had manifested, and the vision was shocking. What is foundation? This is the foundation! Not to mention the Great Sage and the Quasi-Emperor, even the Supreme of the Forbidden Zone would not dare to be disrespected. There are three sacred mountains in the universe, Mount Immortal, Mount Xumi, and Kunlun. Each one is more mysterious and fairy-like than the other. Mount Immortal, also a sacred mountain in the universe, is a forbidden zone for life, so how much worse can Mount Xumi be? Mount Kunlun is a forbidden area in heaven, and Mount Xumi is a forbidden area for Buddhism! "Forbidden Zone, Forbidden Zone. The battle between the ancient race and the human race not only depends on the strength in the open and in secret, but also the will of the Forbidden Zone." The old elder of the ancient clan sighed. Having reached his level, he naturally knew what existed in the forbidden zone of life. The Ancient Emperor of Huolin Cave, the Ancient Emperor of Ten Thousand Dragons’ Nest, the Ancient Emperor of the Golden Clan, the Ancient Emperor of Blood Phoenix Mountain, every one of them is staying in the Taichu Ancient Mine. Every level is not lonely. The opponent of the quasi-emperor is the quasi-emperor, and the opponent of the human race’s supreme is naturally the supreme of the ancient race in the forbidden area. Among the seven royal families of Beidou, if you count carefully, the Fighting Saint Ape clan is the weakest.
However, as the Fighting Buddha may break through to the quasi-emperor level and form an alliance with Shencanling, the bottom of the royal family becomes Yuanshihu. The ancient emperors of other royal families may still be alive, but it is impossible for the original lake. When Emperor Yuan passed away, two great holy spirits came to seize the supreme emperor's soldiers and defeated Prince Yuanshihu to death. There must be instructions from the restricted area behind this. Come to think of it, they are of the same suffering as the Green Emperor, with only a few cats and dogs left. At the same time, the Beiyuan Golden Family announced to the world that they would coexist peacefully with the ancient clan and accept the Northern Emperor Wang Teng. They wanted to build Beiyuan for the Beiyuan people and drive the Nanling barbarians out of Beiyuan! The Nanling Barbarians were furious, and the current Barbarian King cursed: "You damn Golden Family, you are not even human, yet you dare to speak nonsense on human territory? We Barbarians are one of the oldest branches of the human race!" The barbarians revealed the secret that the Golden Family was not even traitors, but a royal branch of the Golden Clan that intermarried with humans, and their ancestor was an ancient clan. This is not a spy, this is an undercover agent who has infiltrated the human race! For a time, the whole world was in an uproar. The situation was turbulent, and the Great Sage in Heaven was not idle either. He sent an envoy to meet with the Great Sage Hun Tuo, and also invited the Fighting Saint Ape and the Divine Silkworm Princess to attend the Peach Banquet. The purpose of the human race is very simple: to make friends with distant tribes and attack nearby ones, to win over small tribes with small numbers, and to attack those large tribes with ambitious ambitions. However, the harvest was very little. Although some races were tempted and wanted to collude with humans, they were afraid of being punished later. A great saint of the ancient tribe cleared up the internal affairs, and then issued a decree: "If you want peace, let the saint of the wind tribe die to apologize, and then invite the prince of the sky to come out, then you can talk." "Talk about you big head ghost!" "A group of ancestral kings who only cultivated to sainthood during the Golden Age are worthy of hunting me down." “I walk them as easily as I walk my dog.” Lin Xian shouted loudly, and stepped on the secret of "Xing". His body was extraordinary. Not to mention the saints, even the saint kings might not be able to catch up with him. He played a guerrilla war with the eleven ancestor kings, and then defeated them one by one. In the end, an ancestor king’s head was chopped off and hung high above the human race’s sacred city, shocking the world. "Eleven of you fought against one, and I killed you in return. Do you know how to fight? Do you know how to use your body movements? How come you saints are even more useless than me?" Lin Xian stood on the Holy City of the Human Race and angrily scolded the Ancient Ancestor King: "You are just a bunch of dogs who won by doing nothing in the Golden Age. If you were in the Dao Difficult Era, you wouldn't even be able to pass the Dao Slashing Stage." "The Wang family's slashing skills are stronger than you, but I feel they are not as good as that old thing, the Galaxy King." “The saint cannot be insulted!!!” The remaining ten ancestral kings were completely enraged, and announced that if Lin Xian did not fight them openly, they would massacre all mortals of the human race and destroy billions of miles of mountains and rivers. (End of this chapter)