The Magus Era Chapter 1442: Please respect yourselves
Besides Liangzhu City, Lord Dragon held a scroll made of bodhi leaf and shook his head in silent reading.
On the cyan bodhi leaf, a tiny ray of golden handwriting emits a ray of light. Whenever the Dragon Lord reads the benefits, a Golden Light will fly from the page, turning into a small dragon with a few inches around his fingers. Circling and dancing.
Hundreds of such golden dragons have swirled around the hands of His Holiness, and a hint of strong dragon power has continuously spread out from these little dragons. The Emperor Shi standing next to His Holiness is extremely envious and extremely respected. Looking at Dragon Lord like gold carved hands without flaws, his eyes are full of longing and enthusiasm.
A ray of Golden Light flew from the direction of Liangzhu City, Dragon Lord suddenly raised his head, and a faint Jinhui in his right hand blocked Golden Light. A ‘pop’ sounded a crisp sound. Golden Light bloomed at the fingertips of Dragon Lord, a golden lotus of a washbasin size slowly rotated, and the sound of ‘borondo’ came out of the golden lotus.
"Successful, four gurues entered the city quickly, and one must not let go!" The voice of 'Borodolen' was full of pride and restraint.
"Successful! Such a high price!" Dragon Lord jumped up, his rigid and rigid face was like thawing spring ice, and suddenly burst into a brilliant smile: "Haha, all the disciples follow this seat. Enter the city and capture all the foreign race evil spirits in the city, but there are rebels, there is no amnesty to kill! "
Taking a deep breath, Lord Zong shouted sternly: "This time, I have a lot of merit. We should be able to improve and be blessed by the luck of heaven and earth. In the future, we will practice for thousands of miles. , Bliss Promise! "
With a big wave, Lord Dragon took out a bowl in his left hand, holding a zen stick in his right hand, and strode to the top of his own dragon mount. This disc dozing on the boulder, the flying dragon made a drink from the sky, struggling to move towards the sky, and the four-footed clouds held the dragon to fly to Liangzhu City.
Emperor Shi also took a deep breath. He looked at his hands and murmured to himself: "This is the end of the matter, there is no reason to look back. The path I chose is not wrong. The Emperor Shi family is decaying, Only by refining the Emperor Shi family's boundless iniquity in the fire of the red lotus industry can the Emperor Shi family have a day of rebirth. I, Emperor Shi, will be the ancestors of the new Emperor Shi family that will be one hundred and ten times stronger in the future! "
Yangtian shouted, and Emperor Shi Jingu pulled out her sword and pointed at Liangzhu. She shook her left hand, and a flagpole as high as several feet appeared in his hand. ‘Hula la’ sounded, and a green lotus flag made of brocade fluttered in the wind, Emperor Shi Violet struggling to raise the banner, striding closely following the Dragon Lord to Liangzhu City.
‘Hoo ~ ha’ yelled, from the Tuya Basin, hundreds of millions of Human Race Warrior spread their legs and lined up the entire simultaneously team, like copper walls and iron walls, striding towards Liangzhu.
Wearing heavy armor and holding a sharp knife, countless Human Race Warrior eyes that had originally become mine slaves spit fire, and their mouths hummed and prayed in a low voice, stepping on the ground with all their strength, and whispered Breathing, approaching Liangzhu. They exhausted their strength, shook the ground, shook the mountains, and the ground roared. The huge footsteps shook the sky, scaring countless birds and beasts fleeing.
Some of these Human Race Warriors have been sent to the Tuya Basin by the foreign race hunting team in recent years. They roared bloodily, like a boiling torrent, can't wait to rush into Liangzhu, and have suffered for these years Revenge and vent well.
And more Human Race Warrior, they have survived generations, dozens of generations and even hundreds of generations in the sunless mines of the Tuya Basin. Their ancestors were captured by foreign race and sent to the Tusk Basin, and they never left.
Before today, these generations of slaves have never seen the mountains and rivers, the blue sky and the white clouds, they have never seen the ancestral land of their tribe, and they have not visited their home for many years. The clan temple of the clan worships the ancestors.
In the dark, wet, and cold mines, these generations are slaves, struggling to survive like maggots. Human Race remembers that the ancestors passed word of mouth from generation to generation. They are Human Race. They have their own surnames. Where did their ancestors live!
They remember the last words left by their father and ancestors. They are people. Their ancestors once lived among the beautiful mountains and green waters. Their ancestors once walked with their heads in the blue sky and white clouds. under. At any time, no matter how many generations have passed on, once you have a chance to leave the Tuya Basin, you must rush out and return to your homeland.
Many of these Human Race Warrior waists have been propagated and inherited in the caves of the Tuya Basin for generations, decades, and even hundreds of generations, and there are rough clay pots wrapped around them. These different size pots are filled with ashes from their ancestors.
The conditions in the caves of the Tuya Basin are rudimentary, and they have no condition to allow each of their ancestors to enjoy the treatment of a separate clay pot. These earthen pots are mixed with ashes of their ancestors, fathers, grandfathers, great-grandfathers, grand-grandfathers ... A lot of ashes of grandparents and fathers are mixed in clay pots. They will take these ashes back to their ancestral land and will These ashes were buried in the burial place of ancestors for generations.
Even if wandering like fallen leaves, if you have a chance, you must bury the remains in the place where the clan takes root.
This is Human Race's humblest, toughest, and most precious persistence. It is this insignificant persistence that led to the current Human Race.
But before that!
The Human Race Warrior with clay pots tied around their waists shook hands with their weapons, their nostrils expanded with extreme excitement, breathing like angry bulls, sending their ancestors back to the soul and dying in their ancestors. Before that, they had to collect debts from those foreign race evil spirits.
Our ancestors and fathers, like maggots, died miserably and dignified in the dark, dark and wet mines. Why are these foreign race evil spirits able to live in such a large and beautiful city Enjoy endless luxury?
This world is Pangu World, Pangu World belongs to the world of Human Race!
Human Race died in the mine without dignity, and the foreign race evil spirits enjoyed it high above them? These Human Race Warrior do not understand any Grand Dao theory, they only know that their ancestors died so humiliated, then these foreign race can no longer live as they want!
The anger rises from the heart, and then turns into a boundless killing.
Hundreds of millions of minions are floating like black clouds on their heads. This is the resentment that has been accumulated for generations in countless years. The resentment quickly turns into a red murderous spirit, as if a big banner is in the huge The military formations echoed.
Long, tiger, lion, and elephant, the four enshrined leaders led such a huge and aggressive team, rushing into Liangzhu City unstoppably. (To be continued.)