Projection of heavens

However, the vaster the world and the more powerful people there are, the happier he becomes.

The atmosphere on the field dropped slightly, and everyone felt a little heavy.

Real gods, even in old age, are not something they can deal with.

If the Gods suppressed the Jianmen, no one in the entire Jianmen except Fu Shang could intervene.

"Where is it so easy?"

Feng Shang also sighed, and a trace of sadness flashed in her heart: Maybe the human race will one day rule the world, but unfortunately, I can't see it.

He is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of death. He just regrets that he will not be able to see the day when the human race rules the world.

The gods are not gods, and even gods are not immortal beings.

He is going to die.

"Brother..."

Feng Shouzhu held his brother's dry palm, feeling equally sad.

He naturally knew what Feng Shang was thinking at this time.

"No need to comfort me."

Feng Shang patted her brother's hand, which was as skinny as hers, and smiled: "I'm just taking a step first, but you still have to come and accompany me!"

"Brother, remember to wait for me!"

Feng Shouzhu also smiled, with tears streaming down his face as he smiled: "We were side by side when we were alive, and we must walk together after death!"

The two of them have lived long enough and have no fear of death.

"Master..."

Zhong Yue, Fang Jiange, Jun Sixie and others were shaken, as if they felt something, and a trace of sadness appeared on their faces.

"Okay, I'll wait for you, big brother, I'll wait for you!"

Feng Shang patted her brother's hand and stood up.

Looking at the reluctant people, the old man smiled slightly and said: "On the day when the human race takes over the world, everyone must remember to tell me!"

"I am very happy to see that the human race is no longer reduced to food for all races!"

As the old man spoke, he laughed three times. He fell down and sat down after a shock, and passed away with a smile on his face.

"Old Master!"

"Master!"

"Brother!"

Zhong Yue, Feng Shouzhu and others all exclaimed in surprise, feeling great grief in their hearts and fell to the ground crying.

"Master!"

Old Shui Zi'an burst into tears and lay on Feng Shang's body, feeling so sad that he couldn't control himself.

"Brother..."

Feng Shouzhu murmured to himself, two lines of tears washing away the traces of tears that had not yet dissipated.

"Well done, Old Sword God Feng!"

Fu Shang shook his head slightly, sighed, and stepped forward to close his eyes for the old man: "You should witness it with your own eyes when the human race takes over the world!"

Feng Shang's death was due to the exhaustion of his lifespan due to too many secret injuries, and it could be regarded as the end of his life.

However, there are six reincarnations in this world, life and death are nothing, and return is only a matter of time.

"Old man......"

The moment Feng Shang passed away, there was a sudden roar and earthquake in the Jianmen Town Hall.

Boom!

A loud noise like thunder spread through the sword gate.

In everyone's shocked eyes, the Suppressing Hall of Jianmen that suppressed many demons suddenly collapsed, and a figure in white came out of the sky with messy long hair and a crazy expression.

The figure didn't even look at Jianmen, he shouted and left through the air.

"Feng Xiaozhong......"

Fu Shang raised his eyes slightly, looking at the escaping figure, and frowned slightly, then relaxed.

"The old sect master is really thoughtful."

He glanced at Feng Shang, who had expired, and knew that the old man was still reluctant to let go of his son at the last moment of his life.

Therefore, Feng Xiaozhong was let go.

Otherwise, there should be no possibility for Feng Xiaozhong to break out of the seal at this time.

"Feng Xiaozhong!"

Shui Zian and Feng Shouzhu were also shocked as they recognized the figure walking away through the air.

After being startled, the two of them looked at Feng Shang's body, sighed in their hearts, and made no more moves.

What Fu Shang could guess, they could naturally guess too.

"The son of the sect master, Feng Xiaozhong..."

Zhong Yue was also slightly shocked, knowing that the escaped person was Feng Shang's son, a demon who had been obsessed with enlightenment since he was a child and was paranoid about dissecting his own people.

In his opinion, Feng Xiaozhong should be the kind of person who has no good or evil in his heart, no worldly etiquette, only curiosity.

A true seeker who is curious about the mysteries of supernatural powers, the magic of the universe, and the mysteries of the great road.

It can be seen from the fact that he dissects the bodies and souls of all races.

"Boy Yue...that man named Feng Xiaozhong has much richer Fuxi bloodline than you!"

Xinhuo suddenly spoke.

"Elder Fu, don't worry."

Feng Shouzhu picked up his eldest brother's body, looked at Fu Shang, and said: "Since eldest brother let him go, he will never come back again, let alone be an enemy of our human race."

With a hint of sadness in his expression, he walked down the Jade Sword Cliff.

"Just because you won't be an enemy of the human race, doesn't mean you won't be an enemy of me..."

Fu shook his head sadly.

Feng Xiaozhong is deeply trapped in the catastrophe of enlightenment, and his relationship with the deity is life-or-death. Even after this failure, one hundred million years later, he will still be unwilling to give up.

Because, he was no longer a normal person when he was caught in the Tao Tribulation.

No normal thinking can deduce him.

However, he had no intention of catching up.

The battle between Feng Xiaozhong and him cannot be ended by killing his past.

Unless he evolves three thousand reincarnations in 100 million years and becomes a new Taoist, this battle will be endless.

...........

Feng Shang passed away, Jianmen was greatly saddened, all tribes in the wilderness were in mourning, and countless people were heartbroken.

This old man who fought hard for Jianmen and the human race has an extremely high reputation.

After his passing, many clans spontaneously came to Jianmen to pay their respects.

The funeral lasted for seven days, but Jianmen was immersed in grief for a long time.

A few months later, under the witness of the acting sect leader of the Jian Sect, the new sect leader Jun Sixie ascended to the position of sect leader, and the grief over Feng Shang's passing was slightly dissipated.

On the golden roof of the Jianmen, Fu Shang, as the acting sect leader, passed on to Jun Sixie all the great freedom sword energy taught by Feng Shang and other secrets of the Jianmen.

Naturally, he himself has no intention of becoming the master of the Sword Sect.

"Thank you Elder Fushang for teaching me the secret technique."

Jun Sixie bowed slightly to express his gratitude.

Although she is the leader of the sect at this time, Fu Shang is the number one master of the human race, and she naturally does not dare to neglect him, and her attitude is extremely respectful.

"It belongs to the master of the Sword Sect. What I taught you is just that it returns to its original owner. There is no need to thank me."

Fu Shang sat cross-legged on the big stone and spoke after hearing the words.

Everything in the Sword Sect had extremely limited temptations for him. Whether it was the Great Freedom Sword Qi or anything else, he had no intention of monopolizing it.

Jun Sixie became the master of the Sword Sect, so all of this was naturally hers.

"Elder Fushang is the most suitable person to be the sect leader..."

Jun Wuxie smiled bitterly.

The position of the master of the Sword Sect seemed to be a hot potato. He didn't want to be injured, Fang Jiange had no intention, Shui Zian pushed away, and finally fell into her hands.

In her opinion, even Zhong Yue is more suitable than her.

"Don't belittle yourself. If I say you are suitable, you will be suitable."

Fu Shang waved his hand and said calmly: "Just go ahead and do it, I will take care of the rest."

"Thank you, elder."

Jun Sixie calmed down his expression and bowed his hands.

Then he went down to the Golden Summit.

Although she had just taken over as the sect leader, she had no time to waste. In the past few months, many gods and demons returned all the human slaves in the areas under their control to the Sword Sect.

The human race in the entire wilderness more than doubled in an instant!

How to place it is a huge trouble.

That's a population of millions, tens of millions or even more!

If one of them is not handled properly, there will probably be huge trouble.

In fact, during this period, all the Sword Sect disciples, including Zhong Yue, were busy kicking the back of their heads.

The only ones who were free were, of course, Fu Shang and Shi Buyi lying in front of the Jianmen Mountain Gate.

...........

Huhu~~~

The breeze blew by, lifting Shi Buyi's hair.

Within a few months, most of his injuries had healed under Fu Shang's treatment. Although the eight heads had not grown back, the Demon God Ming King Jue had been re-cultivated.

But he had no idea of ​​escaping.

No one understands the terror of that man better than him, who has followed him through many gods.

You must know that the journey along the way is not really calm, but it seems calm because the people who go there are injured.

Boo hoo hoo~~~

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the void, and Zhong Yue led several people to the gate of Jianmen Mountain.

Phew~

Shi Buyi snorted and turned his head.

He and Zhong Yue had known each other for a long time, and he had coveted his sun and moon eyes from the earliest days.

At that time, he was the Lord of the Holy City, and a single thought frightened Zhong Yue into fleeing.

But now, this young man from the Zhongshan clan calls him senior brother when he sees that person, but he has become that person's mount.

Every time he saw Zhong Yue, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Leo?"

Zhong Yue looked at Shi Buyi, who was guarding the mountain gate, with a half-smile but said softly.

"Zhongshan's boy!"

Upon hearing this, Master Buyi immediately felt angry in his heart: "I..."

"What did you say? Do you want me to go talk to my senior brother?"

Zhong Yue glanced at Shi Buyi. He was still a little bit brooding over the death of Master Qinglong Pass back then.

Although the Master of Qinglong Pass did not die for him.

"snort!"

Shi Buyi snorted coldly, lowered his huge head, closed his eyes and basked in the sun, too lazy to pay attention to this bastard.

"Let's go."

Zhong Yue did not try too hard to tease Shi Ni, and walked into the mountain gate with a few people behind him.

After entering the mountain gate, Zhong Yue did not hesitate and walked towards the Jade Sword Cliff, the inner gate of the Sword Gate, with the people behind him.

Fu Shang lived in Yujian Cliff.

Phew~~~

Zhong Yue flicked his sleeves and robe, hugged several people behind him and climbed onto the Jade Sword Cliff which looked like a piece of white jade.

"Uncle Zhong."

As soon as he reached Jade Sword Cliff, Zhong Yue heard someone calling him.

Looking up, he saw a tall young man with a stature of nine feet walking towards him not far away.

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Zhong Yue smiled slightly.

This majestic young man is a disciple of his senior brother Fu Shang. He has only been in Jianmen for a few months. It is said that he has recently become Taoist companions with a female disciple of Jianmen.

It is said that the female disciples seemed to be pregnant.

"Who are these?"

Jiang Feng glanced slightly and looked at the man and woman among the acquaintances behind Zhong Yue.

The man was bigger than him. He had a stern face and was wearing a bearskin. He seemed to be the leader of a small tribe.

The woman seemed to be pregnant, with her belly sticking out.

"This is the leader of the Bear Tribe and his wife."

Zhong Yue didn't hide anything and said, "These two are the blood of the Human Emperor!"