After seeing Mingyue off, Chu Yang returned to Shouyang Mountain and sat in the ancestral hall.

At the same time, a wave of storms has been set off within the human race

Countless people were sent to the foot of Shouyang Mountain, where thousands of high buildings had already stood. This was the simplest immortal weapon to be refined, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, forming areas.

Each household is like a community in later generations.

For practitioners, such a living environment is very depressing and is not conducive to cultivation, but at this time, the human race is always obeying the rules and order.

If you look down from the sky, you can see countless humans gathered from all directions.

At the foot of Shouyang Mountain, there are more than tens of millions of buildings.

Inside the ancestral hall.

"The total population is about 100 billion. Here is a full plan, and one-tenth of it can be arranged." Suiren's face was full of sorrow, "Saint Master, is it sure that the demon clan will be detrimental to us?"

"Ninety-nine!" Chu Yang looked solemn, "Try to make arrangements! Near Shouyang Mountain, after all, the saint of Taiqing promised to be protected by him within thousands of miles. No matter what, this place will not be affected by war in the future, and even if the worst happens, it will retain its vitality."

"If the demon clan invades, it will break the rules of the Taoist ancestor. The witch clan doesn't care? We can't unite them?"

"Houtu is transformed into the cycle of reincarnation, the witch clan is probably thinking of reappearing the Dutian God Evil Array. As long as the demon clan does not invade, they will turn a blind eye and pretend that they have not seen it. As for unity? With the pride of the witch clan and the mentality of despising all races, will they be willing? Impossible!" Chu Yang shook his head, "Heaven moves vigorously, gentlemen strive for self-improvement. It is better to rely on themselves than rely on others. If the human race wants to truly stand in the prehistoric world, it must pave the way with corpses and forge its own foundation and invincible momentum. If you don't want to bleed, you want to reach the peak. It is impossible. Paving the way with white bones and blood becomes a sea. This is the stage we must go through."

"This is just a test for us!"

After Chu Yang said that, he stood up suddenly.

At this time, a ray of light fell from the nine heavens, penetrated the layers of formations, and fell onto the Nuwa holy elephant in the ancestral hall. The holy elephant trembled and emitted a soft holy light. A stream of eternal and immortal aura spread out, which shocked the third ancestor of the clan and Chu Yang.

The Holy Elephant Nuwa suddenly came alive, opened her mouth and spoke in a light voice: "The third ancestor of the human race, the saint Chu Yang, is now instructing you and others to enter the heavenly court and wait for the Emperor of Heaven to send you no mistakes!"

The voice fell, and without waiting for Chu Yang and others to ask, the force quickly left and disappeared from the sky.

The three ancestors of the human race looked at each other.

A sarcastic look flashed across Chu Yang's mouth.

"Saint Master, what should I do?"

Suiren lost his composure and was a little at a loss.

After all, it was the first decree brought down by Nuwa, and it was of great significance to them. Nuwa was like a mother to the human race. Although the human race overcomes all obstacles and struggles to survive in the bottom of the prehistoric world, Nuwa has never taken action once, and they have never forgotten it.

"Oh!" Chu Yang sighed, took out a long sword and handed it over, "You can take a look!"

"This is...!" After taking it, Suiren immediately discovered the situation inside, "This is a magic weapon refined with our human soul and essence and blood! Holy Master, how did this come about?"

"Dragon clan!" Chu Yang said, "They started a war, one was to collect faith and gather luck, and the other was to secretly collect souls and refine this magic weapon. Do you know that this magic weapon has a characteristic?"

“What characteristics?”

The third ancestors of the human race were all nervous.

"It has a counterproductive effect on the body of the witch clan. In comparison, it can easily pierce their bodies, shake the true spirit, and even the body of the ancestral witch can be harmed." Chu Yang narrowed his eyes and his voice was cold, "In the battle of human and dragons, I am about to kill Zhulong, but I was rescued by Fuxi who came from the heavenly court. Then, Nuwa Niangniang gave the decree. What did you think of?"

"The weapon that slaughtered the Witch Clan will inevitably be targeted by the demon clan heaven. In order to deal with the Witch Clan, they will inevitably collect the souls of our human race and refine the magic weapon!"

"Zhulong went to the heavenly court, and Nuwa gave up such a decree? This is to let us die!"

"It's fine if we die, but once we enter the Heavenly Court, we can't resist with our strength. At that time, the Heavenly Court will control us and can do whatever we want to the human race!"

When the Third Ancestor thought of this, he was stunned.

Chu Yang glanced at them and said, "At that time, our human race will even be raised in captivity and try to give birth to so that they can refine such magic weapons! I can't understand, as a saint, Nuwa will not see this? We human race was created by her, so why do we treat it like this? As the saying goes, tigers will not eat any food, but she not only treats us as food rations for the demon race, but also as tools for refining magic weapons!"

"Why?"

Suiren suddenly stood up, turned around, and roared at the Holy Elephant of Nuwa.

His face was twisted and his eyes were filled with anger.

"You create us and prove that we are saints, and you will abandon us. Our first life is like white paper, and you will not have anything except a little innate inheritance. At this prehistoric bottom, we crawl forward, and suffer death all the time, and face the disaster of extermination. I have seen with my own eyes that my brothers and sisters are also your children, who are eaten by wild animals, eaten by monsters, poisoned by poisonous insects, and all the time, people die. We grit our teeth, bow our heads, and live humbly and humiliatedly. If we don't eat, we will starve to death and poison to death; if we don't wear, we will freeze to death, and if we don't have strength, we will be swallowed."

"For more than 90,000 years, we have struggled hard. Every day, we pray that the god of death will not come, hoping that food can fill our stomachs."

"Even if that's the case!"

"Even so, the holy icon we have created for you has never been abandoned, and even when facing the most difficult difficulties, they are held in their arms."

"That's our faith, our hope, even if you never show up again."

"It was not until the arrival of the Holy Master that we were reversing our miserable destiny, allowing us to see hope and the light of the future!"

"And you actually want to destroy us in the mouth of the demon clan with your own hands!"

"You are really Nuwa who we worship and admire all the time?"

He pointed at the holy elephant, his face becoming more and more distorted and more ferocious.

"The saint said it well, God is strong, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement!"

Youchao's hideous face was already calm, his voice was sonorous and rumbled.

"The fate of our human race should be our human race as the master!"

Ziyi said loudly.

"Nuwa, from now on, it will be just a stone statue for worship. If the demon clan dares to invade our human clan, then it will never end. It will never be easy forever!"

Chu Yang said it was a qualitative statement.

Above the Nine Heavens, Nuwa Palace, Nuwa's face changed.

"How dare you do this?"

She showed anger and set off an infinite chaotic storm in Nuwa Palace. "Human race, how dare you disobey my will and weaken my luck. What's the use for you? The Third Ancestor, the Holy Master, ruin my luck, sooner or later, let you go astray. And the demon race will never end. It will never be easy forever?"

Tushi Palace.

"Nuwa's luck in the human race was actually weakened by half?" The saint of Taiqing opened his eyes and calculated a little, and couldn't help but shake his head, "Junior Sister Nuwa, do you realize the saint as a human race, can't you understand the potential of the human race? For the sake of the demon race, you actually did this? Is the disaster confused your eyes, or is it really that important to you? "

"The human race has grown so strong. If it weren't for the suppression of the lich's fortune, the luck would have been boiling. The third ancestor of the human race and the saint master would have been able to easily enter the quasi-saint realm. It can be foreseeable that if the lich is destroyed and the human race's fortune spreads to the prehistoric world, it will be a blowout development at that time. Especially for the saint's master, the merits will further surge. With the help of the luck, the quasi-saint's perfection may not be the end!"

"Human race, human race!"

The saint of Taiqing looked down at the prehistoric world and discovered that the human race's foundation and luck had reached a certain limit, but was forcibly suppressed by the lich's luck and it was difficult to break through.

"Nuwa, you took a step forward and you will regret it in the future!"

He smiled.

Heaven!

"Has Nuwa's decree been rejected?" After receiving the news, Di Jun was stunned and then smiled, "Okay, so we don't have to worry about it!"

"Bai Ze, lead millions of heavenly soldiers and generals, and send troops to the human race to harvest souls!"

"Zhulong, Kunpeng, you two guardians, take the opportunity to kill the third ancestor of the human race and the saint master!"

Di Jun gave the order.

"Abide by the order!"

The three retreated.
Chapter completed!