"Is this turtle the only thing you humans can rely on? Were they delusional enough to rely on this turtle to protect the face of the human race?”
? At this moment, one of the archaic Wang Ancestors sneered.
With disdain, with contempt, high and mighty, he mercilessly exposed his wounds.
At this moment, all the human monks clenched their fists and gritted their teeth, wishing they could rush over immediately.
However, he endured it.
He clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails digging deep into his palms until they bled. His expression was extremely ugly.
Facing the seven Sages, no matter how many people there were, they would all die.
Under the suppression of absolute strength, even the hottest blood would instantly die out.
It was meaningless.
In the end, rationality still triumphed over emotion.
"Hmph, this so-called Myriad Race Banquet is a huge joke. Is there anyone among you humans who is on equal footing with us? How?"
The other archaic Wang Ancestor also sneered.
Everyone lowered their heads. Their fingernails were bleeding, and their faces were ugly. They hated themselves for being powerless and not strong enough to bring glory to the human race.
It made people angry and helpless.
Annoyed, humiliated, resentful, and suppressed!
"How despicable!"
"This is too much! This is simply going too far!"
"It can't be helped. Who asked the human race to have no saints? Weakness is the original sin!”
……
There were many humans in the myriad worlds, and they were also furious, although they were not the ones being bullied.
However…
As members of the human race, they still felt empathy for the human cultivators in the world of the finger that covered the sky.
Even if they wanted to, they were powerless.
A total of seven Saints suppressed the entire scene.
Who could match him?
Even if they went up, they would only be slaughtered one-sidedly. There was no way to break out of the situation.
He could only curse a few times.
"If I were here…"
In the Primordial World, Nuwa's eyes flashed with a cold killing intent. It was as if eternity had been destroyed.
If she was present.
What were these seven archaic ancestral kings? They could kill a group with a single slap!
How could these alien races bully the human race?
Perhaps it was because she was the one who created the human race.
Although it was just a picture.
Nuwa's emotions fluctuated, which was rare.
"You humans don't have the qualifications to be on equal footing with us. Get lost.”
The ancient king coldly spoke.
He did not plan to sit down and discuss with the humans at all. He wanted to drive them away.
After saying that, the other ancient kings also cast cold gazes at all the human cultivators.
All the human monks present felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their expressions were extremely ugly.
“……”
The myriad worlds fell silent.
He had no choice.
The difference was too great.
In the end, it was still the same sentence.
There was no saint in the human race!
Thump!
Suddenly, a muffled sound of footsteps came from the distant horizon. It seemed to resonate with the entire Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, shaking everyone's hearts.
The sunset was crimson red, so bright that it could drip blood. The entire world was dyed red, and it was soul-stirring.
At the end of the horizon, a majestic figure slowly walked over. His clothes were as white as snow, and his aura was unparalleled, like a divine king descending.
This was a Saint.
It was not the ten thousand races, but the human race. They were incomparably elegant and peerless.
A saint that belonged to the human race!
A true Saint from the human race!
Many of the human experts present were in tears at this moment. They were excited and surprised at the same time, and tears rolled down their faces.
The huge nation relied on a turtle to maintain their last dignity, which made everyone sad, angry, and miserable.
Now, at the most difficult time for the human race, a human saint finally stood up.
He seemed to have fused with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. His white clothes were untainted, and he was peerless and unparalleled. He was like a banished immortal who had descended to the world. His temperament was extraordinary, and his elegance was unparalleled.
"It's a human Saint!"
"The owner of the Golden Board once said that he is Jiang Taixu?”
"What elegance!"
……
Everyone in the universe was also excited.
At the most difficult time for the human race, there was finally a Saint who stood up. It was not that the human race did not have Saints!
The scene in front of them made everyone in the myriad worlds excited.
Under the sunset glow, a white-robed man slowly walked over. The multicolored light shone on his body, making him look like he had a special temperament.
His white clothes fluttered in the wind as he stepped on the blood of the setting sun. It was like an illusion, like a dream, like a god surpassing an immortal.
Her demeanor was peerless and her appearance was unparalleled, making people unable to help but worship her.
There was no pressure in the arena. Only an excited emotion infected everyone. Everyone could not help but roar.
"Sage!"
"A Saint that belongs to our human race!"
"He is the Godking Jiang Taixu! He's not dead yet!"
"The Godking is actually still alive…Ah! The heavens will not destroy our human race!"
……
Jiang Taixu's white robe was as beautiful as a painting. His every move was filled with supreme elegance, causing everyone's hearts to surge.
In this world, there were many talents. However, in the entire Nine Skies and Ten Lands, only Jiang Taixu was left.
The sunset dyed the sky and earth red. Jiang Taixu was dazzling. Just by standing tall, he was like the dawn of the night, as if he was indicating that the darkness would eventually break.
He alone could hold up the entire sky.
"Jiang Taixu!"
"God King Jiang Wushuang!"
No one knew who started shouting first, but everyone else followed suit. Their voices shook the sky and earth, and the human race was boiling.
At the most difficult time for the human race, the white-robed Godking stood out, instantly arousing the passion of everyone. It caused the expressions of all the races present to change.
Even the seven ancient ancestors were shocked as they sized up Jiang Taixu.
"Jiang Taixu's name shook the world four thousand years ago. He was invincible in the north region and was known as the strongest in the north region in five thousand years.”
"However, he is not that lucky.”
" Although he was young and promising, he was able to reach the level of Dao Severing King at such a young age, and he even cultivated it to perfection. However, he was envied by the heavens. When he was in his prime, he was sealed in the Purple Mountain, unable to escape for a full four thousand years. He was tortured into a bag of bones, and the long years tortured a generation of heroes.”
" After he returned, the outside world changed drastically. He was originally a peerless talent, but he entered his old age and was about to die. This was the most miserable thing. He was clearly a peerless genius at the beginning and dominated an era, but in the end, he could only sit and wait for death, watching himself gradually decline.”
"That's not even the saddest part. In order to protect him, his lover died in his arms. He could only tightly hug his lover, Fairy Caiyun's body, which had no warmth at all.”
"After that, Jiang Taixu left the Great Desolate and there was no longer any news of him. Everyone thought that he had died.”
"However, he defied the heavens and lived his second life. He returned to the Myriad Races Banquet as a Saint.”
Gu Changsheng's voice was heard.
Jiang Taixu's past appeared in the sky.
Everyone in the myriad worlds was shocked and moved.
At the same time, he felt sorry for her.
He was originally a genius, a peerless talent, but he was unexpectedly trapped in the Purple Mountain for four thousand years.
If not for this period of time, with his aptitude, he would definitely be able to break through to a higher realm and have a limitless future.
She would not be separated from her lover.
"What a great White-Robed Godking! As expected of a Saint!"
"This is a real character!"
Everyone from the Myriad Worlds exclaimed.
At the same time.
The scene in the sky returned to the scene of the Myriad Tribes Banquet.
"Finally, a Saint has appeared.”
An ancient king coldly spoke.
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