Martial World Chapter 63: Longing (He messy little seven leagues)

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Seeing Lin Ming appear, the disciples of the Magic Fairy Palace are even more crazy, they scream from their hearts, and the shout rang through Jiuxiao.

At the most difficult time for the human race, they need heroes, they need motivation.

"Lin Zhenren, can you take us out?"

Someone asked in the crowd.

This sentence made the disciples in the Magic Fairy Palace cheering a lot quieter, yes, they want to fight out! They have had enough of hiding Tibet this way!

Everyone is staring at Lin Ming, and their eyes are full of longing at this moment.

"Everyone!"

Lin Ming walked to the front wall of Primordial Tiangong Square and overlooked many disciples of the Magic Fairy Palace. His voice was serious and serious.

Everyone listened, and for a while, the noisy square was completely quiet.

"Do you know another catastrophe that the human race encountered 3.6 billion years ago?"

Lin Ming asked him a word, which made the martial artist present a little dazed. They thought that Lin Ming would say something very grateful, but did not expect that Lin Ming mentioned this in the first sentence.

"Know!" Many people answered loudly.

"Very good ... I know this calamity, and probably know it better than you ..." Lin Ming seemed to be in deep contemplation. He looked at the endless human race martial artist in front of him, and The rolling black nebula in the distance was silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "Three and a half billion years ago, the human race was the same as today, facing the saints who were several times stronger than them, and facing the barren at the peak, There are several times the Holy Tribe Tian Zun and Holy Tribe True God! The gap between the powers is too great, and the Terrans have no chance of winning, at least from the perspective of normal thinking. They will be destroyed and enslaved. However, in the war, the Terrans won, Do you know what it is? "

Lin Ming asked back. Many people are a little dazed. Although they know the human race of 3.6 billion years ago, it is too long. In addition, many great forces at the time were destroyed and many historical alreadys were lost. They just knew that Sealed God Tian Zun led the human race warrior to win that one. war. The specific details are not very clear.

"A race can stand for thirty-three days, have its own independent territory, have sovereignty, and have freedom, then. It either has great strength or has its own blood! The blood of a nation is this race People, with the power of their blood, fighting for dignity! "

"Three hundred and six billion years ago, the human race knew that there was a huge gap between their strength and the saints, but they did not have timidity! Sealed God Tian Zun sent troops at Sealed God. Two hundred Tian Zun , two hundred Divine Beast, millions of Saint Lord! Saint Lord as a soldier . With Tian Zun as the general, all the people of the tribe are soldiers and killed with the saints. In the end, Sealed God Tian Zun led dozens of volunteers who dedicated themselves to burn their lives. Form great formation and seal the soul of the desert! "

"That battle. The Tian Zun , the king of the kingdom, and the Saint Lord of the human race almost died, and the Martial Dao civilization declined. Inheritance broke off. It takes a lot of effort to develop again. However, all this is worth it because ... ... we preserved ... dignity !!! "

Lin Ming said the last sentence word by word. At one time, the audience was silent. One hundred thousand disciples of the Magic Fairy Palace were either standing on the square or suspended in the star in the sky. They all listened quietly. The expression on his face was respectful and solemn.

"Because of those sacrificed predecessors, we don't have to live like slaves, we can have our own Martial Dao civilization, even if it is not the best, we have our own territory, even if there is only one heavy sky, we re-developed, everything from scratch Come again, however, when we really develop and let the Martial Dao civilization shine again, the saints come again, this time, they have greater ambitions! "

"They want to fight for thirty-three days step by step. Their boss, the emperor, wants to be integrated with the wasteland, and finally drains the essence of the major races for thirty-three days, surpassing True God. He took the soul The clan is the biggest opponent, and we humans are the stepping stones. Yes, it ’s like the two knights are going to feed the horses. They treat us humans as the grass for the horses. "

Lin Ming spoke these words frankly. He heard the martial artist in the Magic Fairy Palace, and was instantly excited. Many people were panting, and the blood vessels on their necks were swollen. It seemed to burst on the spot, but because Lin Ming stood on the high platform, but they couldn't speak. This was due to the respect for Lin Ming.

Lin Ming was silent for more than ten minutes, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to be a grass for horses?"

"They're looking for death!"

A big man jumped up and shouted with his throat, just now Lin Ming's ten minutes of silence could choke him.

"Fuck them!"

Someone pulled out two big, bright axes and bumped into each other.

"Fight with them!"

"Fuck, I've had enough!"

martial artist are all bloody, especially when races have been oppressed for so long. No matter whether they are themselves or races, already is alive and dead. They are like dynamite barrels.

"I don't want to!" Lin Ming exclaimed, "Our predecessors are not only Sealed God Tian Zun ; but also Primordial Tian Zun who would rather become a demon and fight the saints dead; he extended his life by 300 million years for the calamity. In order to delay the time for the tribe to enter the wild universe and sacrificed their own three lives ... There are many, we do n’t even know the names of Tian Zun , Jiewang, Saint Lord ... There are even more cultivation level lower martial artist, and even civilians who have died tragically , They used their lives to get us to stand here safely today, is it just for us to be the grass for the horses? "

"We have withstood the loneliness of leaving the country and entering the wild, and we are accompanied by fierce beasts, killing, sharpening, and sacrificing. We bathe in blood, and crawl in the minced meat ..."

"We practice our skills, improve cultivation level, ascetic, secret, and walk in the front line of life and death. We are us, human race! We come from the realm of God, we want to ... go home !!!"

Lin Ming said at the end that his voice suddenly increased. In front of Lin Ming, all the magic fairy palace warrior burst out like a thunder!

"We are going home!"

"Kill back to the realm of God!"

"Destroy the holy dog!"

"Human race is immortal for billions of years!"

A * roar, ringing through the clouds, when a race's blood is ignited, they can work wonders.

Even if the endless sword mountain is in front of these people, they will rush in without hesitation!

A **** team, they will burst out with unmatched fighting power, defeating enemies ten times stronger than them!

The shout like a tide has continued for a full 30 minutes and has not weakened. One by one, warrior, withdrew their weapons and pointed directly at the sky.

There are also women, covering their faces, crying crying!

They will fight back, even if they die in battle, they will be buried in the realm of God!

"Very good! Then, take three hours off, and then come with me, we ... kill out!"

As soon as Lin Ming waved his hands, the disciples of the Magic Fairy Palace felt that they were about to explode. At this time, even if Tian Zun was stopped in front of them, they would rush to blast them!

Some people, already ca n’t wait to fly back to their home, start packing up Medicine Pill, weapons, and armor to prepare for the upcoming battle.

They can't wait for a moment.

What about the Son of Fortune, even if he is not defeated, he will die!

"Lin Brother, this ..." Xiao Moxian didn't expect that what Lin Ming said, produced such a terrible effect.

Although the disciples of the Magic Fairy Palace were bloody, if they were allowed to directly collide with the Son of Fortune, their in the heart would still have unavoidable fear. After all, the gap in strength was too great.

"Are we going to deal with the Son of Creation?"

The little magic fairy asked, originally Lin Ming came, the little magic fairy believed that Lin Ming would reverse the war situation, and even let the good fortune son suffer, but the little magic fairy thought that Lin Ming would think long term and use some means, Tricked her, eventually defeating the Son of Fortune, she did not expect that Lin Ming had just arrived at the Magic Fairy Palace within a few quarters of an hour, and she would directly lead a soldier to collide directly with the Son of Fortune!

This is too decisive!

"Starting at three hours, Taicang was promoted. I thought you had at least eaten the banquet to wash your dust and think about the creation of the Son of God."

Although Xiao Moxian feels that she is in a hurry, everything is still Lin Ming, which comes from her unreserved trust in Lin Ming.

"Is the banquet? Let them continue to cook, but not the dust-washing feast, but the celebration feast! All wine and dishes are ready, fight first, then celebrate!"

Thanks for the messy Xiaoqi's continuous success of 300,000, becoming Wuji Hegemon, and finally becoming domineering! !! This is the fourth more! 2,082 votes, Wu Ji fans mighty!

...... (to be continued)