Chapter 1318 Human Race

"Second Senior Brother."

"Hmm?...Hmm!" Gu Ji subconsciously bowed, his breathing became very uneven, and he came to his senses and shouted, "Sixth Junior Brother!"

"Let's go."

Chen Xun put one hand behind his back, looking straight ahead, and the disciples around him were trembling with fear, and hurriedly made way, not daring to breathe.

Gu Ji glanced around, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and silently followed behind Chen Xun. No one thought this strange scene was strange.

"Oh, Senior Brother Futian, please."

"Hello, Senior Brother Futian."

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Just when Chen Xun passed by them, the disciples of all races bowed their heads solemnly, and no cultivator dared to challenge his position, and they could only watch them go away.

After Chen Xun had been away for a long time, the atmosphere around him eased a little.

"Take the senior brother back to the cave to recuperate." A disciple looked at the senior brother who looked like a dead dog and shook his head. The cultivator of the Hedao realm could not even withstand a blow from Futian's body.

"As expected of the strongest cultivator of the younger generation of the Three Thousand Worlds... He can cross the border and fight at will." A female disciple felt her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"He attacked like this just because of a disagreement." A disciple with a slightly older generation shook his head slightly, "After all, he is too young and impulsive."

"You should speak softly." A cultivator beside him sneered, "If Futian hears it, I'm afraid he will come to you again."

Hearing this, the disciple with a slightly older generation felt like a thorn in his back and immediately closed his lips.

This incident also caused a lot of turmoil in the vast main peak Yunque. Many outstanding second-generation disciples narrowed their eyes slightly. They were still waiting for Futian to grow up...

Waiting for the day when the winds and clouds of the Three Thousand Worlds gather and the pride of all races gather like a stunning dragon!

The Three Thousand Worlds are flooded with evildoers this generation, which is a real era of great struggle. Some immortals say that the Three Thousand Worlds are changing from infancy to adulthood. At this time...

There must be countless immortal evildoers bathing in the essence of heaven and earth and being born. One by one, the protagonists of heaven and earth are appearing, just like the arrival of heroes of all ages. It is a real era of great changes in the world, and even immortals cannot predict the wind and clouds.

On the mountain road.

Chen Xun is stepping towards the mountain step by step, and his figure walking against the light only makes those disciples feel extremely dazzling.

"Sixth Junior Brother, you..." Gu Ji followed behind Chen Xun, his eyebrows were very deep, because he didn't see how Chen Xun attacked just now, and he was not sure to block that attack.

He knew his junior brother's body very well. He had never practiced his body, and he didn't have any physical talent like the ancient beasts. His talent was in the cultivation of Taoism.

Chen Xun tilted his head, his face very calm: "Second Brother, I was disturbed today, so I hit him a little harder. I know my limits and didn't hurt his foundation. I gave him a small punishment and a big warning."

He didn't like to listen to those noisy and sarcastic voices. His Wuyun Sect never had such voices, and he didn't need to endure it. Some young cultivators would slowly become sensible after a beating.

When these words came out, Gu Ji's face twitched. So, you, a cultivator in the Lianxu period, still held back when you attacked a cultivator in the Hedao period...

"I will go to Master in person to talk about the marriage certificate."

Chen Xun's eyes seemed to be worried, and he always looked calm and thoughtful. "Second Brother, don't worry too much."

He raised his finger lightly, and the flying sword appeared at his feet in an instant.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Chen Xun's eyes. He once thought that the Ten Great Sects of Fu were so powerful because the disciples of this sect were so united, but now it seems that there are all kinds of birds in the forest.

He didn't have the mood to look at the appearance of Fu Shi's disciples. It was impossible for the style of this sect not to decline.

"Heh, a mere immortal of one calamity dares to lie high in the clouds, not caring about the affairs of the sect, and really thinks of himself as an immortal."

Chen Xun sneered in his heart, "My Taoist ancestor's immortal ancestors have to do things honestly, and you are still raising old people, and you don't do the proper work of the sect, but you arrange a marriage for me, which is ridiculous."

He was very resentful about this matter. He didn't think there was anything wrong with Fu Shi Sect at first, and it seemed normal in this ancient era, but now he couldn't stand it...

Gu Ji followed behind with a frown, always feeling that the sixth junior brother had too many things hidden in his heart, and he couldn't guess what any expression revealed in his face meant.

He actually wanted to ask the sixth junior brother what was wrong, and they could discuss it together, but the temperament that exuded a thousand miles away from him made him a little scared.

Gu Ji was actually a rather timid person, and his old-fashioned appearance was just to hide his inner character.

Just as they passed by a master uncle's dojo.

Buzz—

A violent wave rippled in the air, and Chen Xun's figure flying the sword suddenly stopped, and a trace of barely perceptible shock and coldness appeared at the bottom of his eyes!

"Sixth Junior Brother?"

"Second Senior Brother, who... who are they?" Chen Xun's voice seemed to tremble slightly, and his hands could not help but tighten a little.

Gu Ji looked in the direction of the voice, but did not notice anything unusual.

It was a flat open space with a radius of hundreds of miles. Some half-dressed human races were sitting cross-legged to practice. Their eyes were numb, like puppets, constantly absorbing inferior spirit stones.

And they were not invaded by evil spirits, nor were they controlled by anyone. They were still alive, living well, as if they accepted their fate and accepted this immortal path.

Under the numb look was a silent despair.

There are some caves full of formations around, where there are many human women, who practice dual cultivation with men and give birth to children, and there are spirit beasts guarding them.

Their eyes are like looking at a group of livestock, and they are selecting the best piglets from the group of human children.

If they have spiritual roots, they can continue to raise them, and use them as medicine after they cultivate into Nascent Soul. If they have good talents and can enter the God, they can take their Yuanshen for cultivation.

As for those human children without spiritual roots, they will blow a breath to turn them into smoke and dust, and they are not even qualified to be blood food...

Their mothers and fathers are still numb, like stallions, watching their children die, without even a trace of struggle, wailing, or pain.

Once you get used to it, you will calm down.

And these are just the tip of the iceberg of Fushi Sect and the Three Thousand Worlds. The base number of human slaves is very large. Although there are few descendants with spiritual roots, they give birth very quickly and grow up very quickly.

With such a huge base, there are quite a few human slaves with spiritual roots. They are recognized as the most cost-effective livestock in the Three Thousand Worlds, and are much easier to raise than spiritual beasts.

Naturally, the status of human slaves is only one level lower than that of spiritual beasts. They are inherently weak, but their wisdom is not low. Such a useful race cannot be found in the Three Thousand Worlds.

If it were not for the existence of these advantages and values ​​of the human race, I am afraid that it would have disappeared in the long river of time in the Three Thousand Worlds.

These human races are also quite grateful to the strong men in the Three Thousand Worlds, giving their inherently weak race a glimmer of life. Many bloody fighting stages for the entertainment of all races have the figures of human slaves.

In the air.

The wind became a little cold, piercing, and piercing into the bone marrow.

Chen Xun's pupils reflected the past scenes, where he and the big black bull killed the brown bear in the forest with one punch, laughed and heated the pot, and commented on those parts.

It was the wild boars he and Da Hei Niu had caught in the Wuyun Sect of the boundary, and the piglets that followed behind them and whined and screamed.

It was the chickens that looked hopeless and stayed in the basket, and the eggs that were eaten for nothing.

It was the pheasant that he had grabbed by the neck with one hand that year...

It was the wild laughter they had after hunting monsters and sea beasts to take their monster pills...

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Countless familiar scenes were slowly reflected in his eyes, and in an instant they gathered into today's scene, but the target had changed to the human race, and it had changed to this group of numb and desperate human race.