The news announced in the Human Emperor Pavilion was posted in the Human Emperor Pavilion, and all the generals and sects were formally notified, and it quickly spread throughout the human domain.

The originally noisy and prosperous world seems to have been pressed on the pause button.

Mortals accustomed to a peaceful life are mostly unaware;

Most of the monks who were eager to go to the north to make achievements were shaken by this news;

And those human monks who were originally worried about the death of the Human Emperor were extremely panicked.

A large number of monks fled towards the southeast region overnight;

Some people escaped halfway and looked back at the black line on the horizon. They lowered their heads and cursed a few foul words, and then started on their way back.

But the vast majority of the monks did not move.

The order of the human domain was paralyzed within a few days, and unrest spread everywhere.

The lifespan of ordinary monks is still too short. Compared with the short-lived mortal lives, they are like iris flowers that only bloom once a year. Although they have a relatively wonderful life, they still cannot glimpse their true face in the vastness of the years.

But fortunately, monks in the human realm have begun to receive education about the battle between the Heavenly Palace and the human realm from the very beginning of their practice.

They know the cruelty of the innate gods, the oppression of living beings by the heavenly palace, and the ruthless killing of ancestors by the gods - this makes most monks in the human realm slowly accept this fact.

Although the pessimism is inevitable, little flames are starting to burn here and there.

There is a wealthy man carrying a sword on his back, standing on the top of a tall building, drinking strong wine and lamenting to the sky:

"Eighty percent, eighty percent of their lives could be exchanged for a top road...how on earth did our ancestors get through this."

There is that fairy who is so weak that she can be blown away by the wind, standing among the snow and frost, murmuring in a low voice:

"Did all the ancestors of our sect stand in front of the Tiangong Cavalry with such determination?"

There were also those who were aspiring and righteous, running around telling each other, summoning many of their fellow disciples, standing in front of the solemn hall, and shouting angrily:

"We, the monks, sit in this deep mountain and old forest, meditate and practice hard, and understand the great road, but what is the great road!

The one who can protect the creatures of our race is the Great Dao!

That palace deceived my soul and acted recklessly, harming more than tens of thousands of my people! The sky is impermanent, and the heaven and earth are not aware of it. I am willing to use my seven-foot body to sprinkle three altars of hot blood!

Protect our human race and resist the Heavenly Palace!"

shouting,

agitating,

Groups of sparks were gathering rapidly, and the craze for a decisive battle with the Heavenly Palace was aroused in various parts of the human domain. The Human Emperor Pavilion was forced to issue notices one after another, and even seniors stood up one after another to appease these excited young monks.

Only by accumulating strength can you deliver the strongest punch.

Under such circumstances, Shen Nong appeared above the main pavilion of the Human Emperor Pavilion. He waited for more than a month and held a discussion about the fate of the human realm with the creatures from the human realm who came here.

The old man was wearing a raincoat, but instead of just gazing at the creatures in the human realm with kindness like before, he stood up and spoke with an impassioned tone that shook the monk's Taoist heart.

"Tiangong didn't give us a chance to escape. From beginning to end, we were relying on the accumulation of our predecessors and fighting against the gods of Tiangong."

"The Xinhuo Avenue created by the Suiren clan with painstaking efforts is the last barrier to protect the human race. The Fuxi clan collected the jade stones of heaven and earth and established many avenues to protect us from the harm of the dark turmoil."

"If the human realm collapses, how will the Great Wilderness human race be spared! How will the gods of the Heavenly Palace suppress all tribes of our race!"

"Goddess Nuwa did not give us the ability to approach the great road, but she gave me infinite possibilities for the human race!"

"Go and practice! Steady your Taoist mind and understand the Tao! Use all means to improve your strength!"

"Go and reunite with your family, and experience the responsibilities on your shoulders and mine."

"Go and express your feelings to the one you love while you still have this chance."

"Back then, I was also afraid. I was afraid that if I counterattacked easily, even this hard-won new era would be ruined. Those heroes who used their blood and souls to build this avenue of fire, wouldn't their sacrifices have been in vain?"

"For eighty-six thousand years, I have carried the blood and tears of 90% of all living beings when Emperor Fuxi came to an end. For eighty-six thousand years!"

"It's over!"

"If we don't overcome the thorns and thorns, are we going to let future generations repeat this tragedy? Let your and my descendants throw their heads and shed blood again!"

"Before I die, I will point my sword at the Heavenly Palace and wash the Divine Pond with blood! With the blood of the gods, recommend me to be a hero of the human race!"

High in the sky, the Human Emperor wearing a raincoat let out a deafening roar.

In the mountains and fields, countless pairs of eyes were watching and staring, and at this moment, Taoist heart seemed to be connected, and it burst out with a cry like a landslide and tsunami.

"Don't let the blood of our ancestors be shed in vain, and don't let you and me become the laughing stock of our descendants."

That day, the last words spoken by the Human Emperor became the motto that the monks in the human realm kept murmuring.

In the wild southern wilderness, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn and intense.

There is the sound of sharpening knives everywhere, and people sparring with each other can be seen everywhere.

Between the snow caps of the glacier, several monks whose skills are close to the Avenue of Ice are comprehending the mysteries of ice in the severe cold; within the volcanic magma, figures are floating up and down.

Above the blue sky and white clouds, the immortal wanders in Taixu, absorbing a little bit of fresh air.

Deep in the rift valley of the earth, the sound of howling ghosts and wolves became louder and louder.

The same is true for the Annihilation Sect.

Many demon cultivators began to practice like crazy.

The disciples of the Black Desire Sect are also considering whether to find a way to break through the limitations of the skills and find some mortals to solve the problems in the skills so that their cultivation can reach a higher level as soon as possible.

Fortunately, Miao Cuijiao was quite sober from beginning to end and allowed the disciples to continue practicing.

If the Black Desire Cultivation Technique is broken, it will force the Mei Gong to advance a lot, but the achievements in the future will only be this.

That is a method that will only be used at the last moment. At this stage, the main thing is to improve one's own strength. Before the war begins, find some mortals and give them an erotic dream in exchange for their own skills to jump up.

——Although mortals will lose their original energy, one or two pills can make up for it;

If a monk becomes a sacrifice for the Black Desire Art, his Taoist foundation will be destroyed.

Master Miao was really worried about this kind of thing, but the limitations of the technique were such that there was nothing he could do about it.

As a result, the male cultivators within the Mie Sect began to tremble. Whenever they went out, they would almost always be tortured by the female disciples who passed by using their charming skills.

"What should we do?"

In Wu Huan's cave, Miao Cuijiao sighed and slowly lay down on the soft low table in the center, squeezing out the breathtaking scenery.

Lin Suqing looked down at her chest and wrapped her collar silently.

Slimness, slenderness is classical beauty.

"There's really nothing we can do about the practice," Lin Su sighed. "It's not something you or I can solve."

Miao Cuijiao yawned lazily. She was indeed quite tired after constantly traveling between the Destruction Sect and the Weapon Refining Grandmaster Alliance in recent years.

She asked: "Does the sect master have any instructions?"

"I haven't received any letters recently," Lin Su slightly pursed his lips and snorted, "Now that he has his young master, how can he see little creatures like us?"

Sniff, sniff.

Miao Cuijiao's thin nose flapped slightly and she said with a smile, "Why do you smell sourness?"

Lin Suqing said calmly: "There is vinegar dripping from the stove next to you."

"Why are you a little burnt again?"

"It's just dry weather!"

Miao Cuijiao chuckled lightly, but did not tease her much. She lay on the low table with a jade arm as her pillow, looking at the turbulent Xianchen in the soft beam of light illuminated by the magic beads, and she was temporarily in a trance.

"There will definitely be a war between the human realm and the heavenly palace," Miao Cuijiao whispered, "The path chosen by the sect leader should be even harder to follow after being thrown around like this."

Lin Suqing said: "Why do I feel that there seems to be some conspiracy in this."

"Plan?"

"Well, it's just a feeling."

Lin Suqing murmured:

"I do know that the young master has a very close relationship with His Majesty, and this is not just a simple relationship between father-in-law and son-in-law.

To be honest, His Majesty the Human Emperor actually doesn’t like to mention the relationship between the Young Master and His Highness Jingwei in many cases, and the Young Master doesn’t dare to joke about it with His Majesty the Human Emperor.”

"That's natural," Miao Cuijiao said with a smile, "an old father who marries his daughter is like an old wolf who has been hungry for days and nights. He is really good at biting people."

Lin Suqing moved her eyes sideways and said with a smile: "You actually insinuated His Majesty!"

"Bah, bah, bah!"

Miao Cuijiao glared at Lin Suqing: "You are no older or younger than Master. I am just making an analogy. Do you understand the analogy? Tell me what you think is wrong."

"The timing doesn't seem right."

Lin Suqing whispered:

"I'm just making a wild guess. Why did Your Majesty choose this time to announce this matter? After the announcement, he still spent all his efforts to suppress the monk's anger.

If we wait for the war between the two armies, the top management of Human Domain will be fully prepared before announcing this matter to the outside world.

The young master said that a sad army will win.

If this matter is announced before the war begins, the monks will go north with the determination to die, and either the Heavenly Palace will be submerged in the ocean of living beings, or the monks will suffer heavy casualties, and the position of Human Emperor will be successfully passed to the next hand.
To be continued...