Chapter 25: Human race migration, generals (II)

After Mo Li was honored as a saint by the three ancestors of the Suiren clan and four elders, and was recognized by Nuwa, the human race's fortunes gathered on Mo Li.

With the human race's luck in mind, Mo Li suddenly felt that there had been a lot of changes.

Since he was a saint of human race, Mo Li naturally began to teach them the skills and explained them personally.

As for Nuwa, she was not in a hurry to return to the Wa Palace at this time, but she lived here to see the human race’s exhibitions over the past thousand years and Mo Li’s teachings.

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Time is long, as if in just a moment, three hundred years have passed.

Under Mo Li's personal guidance, the four human elders were already in the late stage of the Golden Immortal level at this time. They could reach the peak of the Golden Immortal level soon, and the Taiyi level could be expected.

The first batch of human races in the prehistoric world were relatively special and had a longer life span, so it was not a problem to live for hundreds of years. After they reached the Golden Immortal, their life span increased significantly.

Although the three ancestors of the Suiren clan, Youchao clan and Ziyi clan, their cultivation level was only promoted to the middle stage of Daluo, for them, they were already the realm of Daluo at this time, no longer as they used to be, the realm of emptiness and existence, but the reality of nothingness.

In addition, the magic weapons in the hands of the three ancestors are all treasures of merit, and their strength is as strong as the late stage of Daluo.

"The method of the saint master is really mysterious. At this time, I am already in the real realm of Daluo..." Suiren opened his eyes and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Youchao and Ziyi were also true. Open their eyes and nodded with a smile.

Mo Li looked at Suiren and waved his hand, nine bronze lamps were suspended in front of Suiren.

"Saint Master, is this?" Suiren was puzzled and looked at him.

Mo Li said, "These nine bronze lamps were personally refined by me. They are the middle-grade innate spiritual treasures. They can cooperate with your fire and fire and play a huge role."

He looked at the surprised expression of Suiren and smiled, "You are the ancestor of the human race, and you have some magic weapons in your hands. Today, you will give you nine lamps. Take out the fire of Suiren..."

Suiren nodded and hurriedly took out a torch, and the fire of Suiren burned above.

Mo Li looked solemn, and he used great magic power in his hand to grab the torch, separated it from the torch, and with a wave of his hand, the torch divided into nine and fell onto the wicks of the nine bronze lamps.

"Buzz!"

A terrifying aura spread out from the nine bronze lamps, and even Suiren himself felt palpitations.

Mo Li waved his hand and nine bronze lamps were floating around Suiren. He looked at Suiren and said, "From now on, these nine lamps will be Suiren's Nine Lamps..."

"Thank you, Master!" Suiren's face was delighted, and after feeling the power of Suiren's Nine Lamps, he put it away.

As for the Youchao family and Ziyi family, although Mo Li had no magic weapon to pass on them, he refined their magic weapon with the Qiankun Cauldron, reaching the innate ranks.

In addition, their magic weapon is among the merits, but its power is even more extraordinary.

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Mo Li became the saint of the human race, and has been spread throughout the human race over the years.

For the first group of human races, Mo Li and others were not unfamiliar with him. They naturally would not refuse him to become the saint of human race.

Under Mo Li's suggestion, the elites of the human race also began to practice the martial arts handed down by Mo Li under the gathering of seven people.

The human race came into being. In the future, the saints came here to spread the Dharma, and even used the human race to become saints. It was obviously impossible to cut off their spread.

After all, the heavenly way above is still staring at it, and it is impossible for Mo Li to do such a thing.

It cannot be spread throughout the human race, but it can gather the elites of the human race to practice. As long as the core lineage of the human race is there, what if the other saints pass on the Dharma?

The seven people naturally would not refuse Mo Li's proposal. At this time, the human race had slowly moved to the prehistoric world, and they also knew that it would not be spread throughout the human race for the time being.

However, all the human elites are here. As long as they practice martial arts and the core strength of the human race is improved, they can gain a foothold in the prehistoric world without having to get stuck in the lich.

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In just five hundred years, these human elites who were gathered by the three ancestors have basically mastered the methods of practice, and their practice is also on the right track.

There are also a few young people with good seedlings who even joined the Hunyuan Palace, which attracted the envy of the three ancestors of the Suiren family. If they can be valued by the saints, their future prospects will be limitless.

On this day, in the hut.

Only Mo Li and three ancestors are here, and they are four elders, and they are not here at this time.

Mo Li looked at the three of them and said solemnly, "In the past two thousand years, the human race's exhibition has been on the right track. Now there are practices. This requires the human race's core strength to continue to grow and gain a place in the prehistoric world..."

He paused for a few breaths and continued, "For the past two thousand years, the human race has been adjacent to the Houtu tribe of the Witch tribe. Because of her personality and the relationship between Nuwa girls, she is very concerned about the human race, but this is by no means a long-term solution. If the human race wants to continue to develop, it will move away from here."

Upon hearing this, the three ancestors pondered for a moment. What Mo Li said was that they had thought about it, but at that time the human race was weak and had to be taken care of by Houtu ancestor witches, so they were willing to rely on life...

But at this time, the human elites have gradually become stronger and the human race also has their own methods of practice. Moreover, after two thousand years of development, the human race has gradually been on the right track. It is appropriate to move away from this place at this time.

"We have thought about what the saint said. If it were the past, it was not the time, but the human race is not the same now. It is indeed the same as the saint said, moving away from this place..." said Suiren.

Youchao looked at Mo Li and asked, "Dare you ask the saint master, where should the human race migrate?"

Mo Li pondered for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "Let's go to the shore of the East China Sea!"

The coast of the East China Sea is closer to the East China Sea. In the future, all the human elites can be placed on Penglai. With the protection of the time and space formation, it can allow the tribe's strength to be secretly displayed.

"Since that's the case, then as the saint said..." The three ancestors bowed to him and turned around and left.

In the following days, the human race started to move.

After Nuwa knew that the human race was about to migrate, she guessed it after a moment of thought, and she didn't object to this.

Houtu only knew about the human race's migration. But she did not interfere with the human race's decision. The human race is no longer the human race two thousand years ago.

She has also witnessed the human race's exhibition and knew that every decision of the human race will have a huge change. Therefore, she will not interfere with the human race's own decisions.

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The three ancestors were doing migration, but Mo Li, as the saint, was not among the human race.

He used the laws of time and space, and after only a few breaths, he came to the place where the widow fell.

After a thousand years, the selves have changed.

Although it died, its body returned to the prehistoric world. Moreover, it died under a towering tree, which was a bit magical. A trace of power penetrated into the corpse, causing it to change.

"What a rich corpse gas..." Mo Li frowned slightly.

The corpse energy emitted from the body of the corpse is extremely rich and pure, with a radius of thousands of miles. Apart from this sacred tree, there is no other life.

"Buzz!"

In vain, Wu's body shook, and a red light enveloped it, and then Wu's original huge body turned into a Taoist body.

In his eyes, he was scarlet and bloodthirsty, and a terrifying corpse aura soared into the sky, and a strange aura enveloped him.

"roar!"

The sir raised his long roar to the sky, and a pair of sensational fangs appeared in his mouth, and waves of bloodthirsty intentions scattered from the fangs.

"It turned into a zombie..." Mo Li looked at the resurrected zombie in surprise.

At this time, Jae's eyes looked at Mo Li. He broke free from the foundation of the sacred tree and rushed towards Mo Li.

Mo Li pointed out and imprisoned him in the void. The endless power of time and space began to invade his body, and the expression on his face became more ferocious.

Although the corpse energy on his body is powerful, he cannot do anything about the power of time and space.

Gradually, the red light in the eyes faded and his consciousness was restored.

He looked at Mo Li and said solemnly, "Who are you? Why are you imprisoned by me?"

Seeing that he was no longer the same as before, Mo Li had a new plan in his heart. He looked at the sword and said indifferently, "I will give you two ways, surrender to me, or die!"

Although Mo Li's tone was light, it exuded an endless chill, and even the widow at this moment, his body was shocked.

Hearing this, the look of struggle appeared in his eyes.

Mo Li looked at him and said, "If you surrender to me, I can let you reach a higher level and give you a place in this prehistoric world..."

After listening, he pondered for a few breaths, he respectfully said to Mo Li, "See Master!"

"Very good!" Mo Li nodded slightly, waved his hand, and a golden light penetrated into the middle of his eyebrows.

Then, a faint mark of time and space appeared at the center of Yan's eyebrows.

If he has a bad intention, one thought can destroy him.

Mo Li dispersed the power of time and space, looked at him, and said in a deep voice, "From now on, you will be the general minister!"

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Chapter completed!