Why does God treat our holy clan like this?”

"What did we do wrong?"

Mr. Wu, this old man who was hunched over and parallel to the ground, had to be raised high to be with Zhang Fan's usual old man... suddenly trembled and hoarse, as if he was accusing something.

He sacrificed all his strength and sacrificed endlessly, but at the last moment, Zhang Fan intervened in it. His strength and weakness were invincible. At this point, even the Wu Lao, who was a real-life person in the Nascent Soul, could not help but cry. Every word was like a chant for sacrifice to the sky. The wilderness was filled with the sense of vicissitudes, as if he was questioning the sky, and as if he was torturing himself.

"Why? What did you do wrong?"

Zhang Fan looked at the disobedient Old Wu, looked at the countless vainly sad and angry eyes below, and shook his head secretly.

Mr. Wu who appeared in front of him at this time was no longer considered a real Yuanying real person. With his cultivation level, he could clearly feel that the Yuanying in Mr. Wu's body dispersed and merged with his own essence, blood and body, and was completely inseparable from each other.

This is not a good thing.

The so-called Nascent Soul Dao means that the energy and spirit merge into Nascent Soul, transforming into a new life pattern, which has both the advantages of the human body itself and the freedom to transcend the world.

Now the situation of Mr. Wu has turned around and scattered the Nascent Soul all over his body for a while

Pass.

Seeing Mr. Wu in this state, he thought of Siya, who was sitting upright in the stone house and could not even wear clothes. What else could Zhang Fan say besides shaking his head?

The power of the Tongtian God Fire Pillar erupted almost killed two real people on the spot. This Wu Lao even had his life at the cost of his life in exchange for his freedom in a short period of time.

If Zhang Fan had not appeared, with his current situation, he could have completely stopped Siya. The more than a thousand powerful relics who followed him would naturally massacre all the last elites in Poshan City, and then achieve their goals with great sacrifices.

However, Zhang Fan intervened!

A real person in the Nascent Soul at its heyday is irresistible for both sides, and unfortunately for the remnants, he is on the side of the Poshan City.

What can Mr. Wu and more than a thousand remaining residents besides accusing the heavens?

"What did you do wrong?"

"Don't you really know?"

Mr. Wu's voice seemed to have some unique charm. The vicissitudes of life and ancient sacrifice to the sky actually dispelled the fear in the hearts of all the remains. Many people forced themselves to get up and glared at them.

Just at this moment, a clear voice spread all over the world.”

The clouds gathered all over the sky, and endless spiritual power condensed. A magnificent portal, like a heavenly gate, descending to the mortal world.

In the golden brilliance that covers the sky, in the beautiful beauty of the beautiful girl scattering flowers and the endless sound of the sky, a figure strolled out of the sky gate.

Above the sky, the golden crows shook the sky, the unyielding pride turned into the dignity that suppressed the world and the majesty that could not be disobedient. The sun was golden flame and the clouds were dyed.

Under the golden crow, before the Tianmen, Zhang Fan came into the air, and a bright golden edge appeared behind his head.

The sky gate, the red sun, and the golden crow, against this solemn and solemn background, Zhang Fan was like a divine bag from heaven. His great power seemed to be questioning the heavens.

"The ancient holy emperor. He started from the end and revitalized the human race, and shared the divine beasts in heaven and earth for survival. Since then, the human race has stood tall among the world's all races."

"The ancient saints, descendants of the Holy Queen, and the pride of human beings, sacrifice to the ancestors of heaven and earth, control the holy sons and demons, and fight against the heavenly court with the great supernatural powers of Taiche, and compete with the demon gods. They fight and defeat them, so that human beings are above all living beings. They are the sons of heaven and earth, and the honor of all living things."

"Step by step, this glorious road to mankind is paved with blood and white bones, and is entrusted by countless ancestors and heroic spirits."

"Zhang, I respect it! I was born late, so I couldn't kill the heavenly court with my senior real person and bring the human race to the top of all living beings. It's really a pity."

Every word and sentence of Zhang Fan shook the heaven and earth, and they all talked about the glory of the saints. The glory of his ancestors seemed to be contrary to his position.

The human cultivators on the side of Poshan City looked at each other. The saints were both proud and surprised. They calmed down strangely today, and only Zhang Fan's voice was still spreading melodiously.

"Compared with your ancestors, Mr. Wu and the survivor, would you rather be ashamed of?"

"Taking humans as sacrifices, brothers and sisters as sacrifices, just to please those demon gods? You will shed all the blood for their ancestors and sacrifice all the pride that they have won before them. If the Holy Emperor has a spirit, he will be ashamed of your unworthy descendants. You will be called the Holy Emperor in ancient times, and you will talk about the pride of ancestors. Would you be ashamed?"

If the preface is to praise the pride of the saints, the next few words will uncover all the veils, directly suck them on their faces, and penetrate them into their hearts.

With powerful power, every word and sentence was like a river breaking a dam, and it was about to destroy the last dam in the hearts of the remains. As soon as this was said, Mr. Wu's old face, which was already wrinkled, suddenly dimmed.

"Stop talking!"

Feeling the eyes that were staring behind him in confusion, Mr. Wu's voice suddenly rose: "What do you know? How do you know the suffering of my holy clan, and the cruel force of your immortal cultivators. If this were not the case, how could we survive until today? I am afraid that you would have been killed by you long ago."

"Oh, in order to survive, you can trample on the glory of your ancestors and sprinkle your blood with your ancestors.

Zhang Fan smiled and said without any hesitation.

In his opinion, the survival of a ethnic group is far higher than anything else, but for these saints, the glory and pride of their ancestors are almost the only reason why they can persist until today. Once this dam is destroyed, everything else is not enough to be maintained.

"Enough, success, defeat, bandit, today it's down to your hands. I have nothing to say, let's do it!"

Boss Wu shouted loudly, and the blood-colored altar under his feet spread endlessly, pouring into his body. His body was gradually plump with flesh and blood, and his collapsed waist slowly straightened.

Zhang Fan never cared about his actions, and his expression did not change at all.

Just at this moment, the voice of the Ku Taoist sounded in his mind: Boy, don’t you want to kill them?"

The question of Daoist Ku was not without cause. The previous scene was Zhang Fan imitating the Wisdom Wolf King of that day, silently using the magical power of "locking the Sky Gate" without any hesitation. Poor to the more than a thousand remaining people below, except for Mr. Wu, everyone has been locked outside the Sky Gate. It is difficult for him to make progress in his life.

"What are you doing to kill them?"

Zhang Fan's expression remained unmoved, his eyes never left Wu Lao's eyes, and he said calmly: "I have something to ask them? How can you give up such a good bargaining chip?"

"oh!"

The Taoist Ku responded with some enlightenment, then chuckled and said, "When you meet you, these remnants will be considered bad for eight lifetimes."

Zhang Ji smiled but didn't answer, and after a few words, his expression had not changed much. He let Mr. Wu act as the one. Only when Mr. Wu's eyes accidentally drifted above the Golden Crow Dharma image, did he suddenly condense, and the divine light in his eyes seemed to have substance.

"Old Wu!"

Zhang Fan suddenly smiled and said loudly: "Zhang asked a few words, so let's regard this person as Zhang's sincerity!"

Before he finished speaking, the strong wind whistled, and a soft cry was hidden in the sound of the wind.

As his sleeves fluttered, the strong wind passed by. A delicate figure was captured by his talented red flower valley, thrown away and fell into the group of remnants.

Zhang Fan started his hand gently. When the petite woman landed on the ground, she seemed almost silent, as if she had a soft cushion to support her.

"Gui'er, where are you going?"

"Gui'er wants to go to the big city that her mother said to take a look and learn some skills."

"Then what?"

"When you learn your skills well, the people in the tribe will not bully Gui'er."

"Don't you want to stay in the city art?"

"I don't want it, my mother said that it's all very good, but Gui'er still wants to go back

Looking at the falling, my eyes flashed. The girl with stubbornness and regrets in her ashamed, for some reason. The scenes and sentences of the first meeting appeared in Zhang Fan's memory.

Come

Gui'er, the little girl Zhang Fan brought back on a whim, did practice what she had said, but this process was something that neither of them could imagine back then.

Everyone has their own persistence, which can be called persistence. Gui'er's obsession with returning to the tribe and being respected for a while was hard to say whether he was a demon. After all, in her opinion, perhaps they, human cultivators, are the real alien races.

"Old Wu, I guess it was Gui'er who was celebrating the news. Now I will send him back to express my feelings."

"Oh, I'm grateful. If you have something to do, just ask!"

It seemed as if Gui'er appeared, the tense atmosphere disappeared, and the two people who were about to burst into a shocking confrontation started to talk.

What's even more strange is that during this process, the two of them did not look at Gui'er for a long time, as if she didn't exist.

In fact, there is no big difference between having her or not. It’s just an introduction and a step.

The strength is clear. As the last strong man on the Holy Clan, Mr. Wu needs to retain the seeds of the Holy Clan. Instead of fighting spirit, he will naturally not miss any possible opportunity, so this scene naturally occurs.

"good!"

Zhang Fan nodded with satisfaction. It would save a lot of effort to meet a person who is tactful.

"Old Wu, do you know what kind of demon god this is?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and asked casually.

As soon as this said, the golden crow behind him seemed to understand his thoughts. Suddenly, the sun was covered with golden flames, rising up, almost burning the sky through.

The huge body is stretched, the iconic three feet stand in the air, with their wings wide open, their divine eyes are like lightning, looking down on the square!

Zhang Fan's words, the power of the Golden Crow Dharma Image was revealed. In an instant, Wu Lao's pupils suddenly shrank in his dim eyes.
Chapter completed!