Before the Lich War, I led the human race to the west

Heaven.

Emperor Jun saw Ren Huang speak and uttered a demonic word.

He said: I will not let you down.

Since you are waiting for me, if I don't go to the thirty-third heaven, wouldn't it disappoint you?

Emperor Jun just smiled, stood with his hands behind his back, and continued to stare at the human army below.

The army marched forward in a mighty manner, excited and agitated, completely unaware of what was happening at the highest point of the prehistoric world.

"Brother, I'm afraid the human race is difficult to deal with now."

"Jie Yin, Zhunti... are not easy to deal with. If they are pushed into a corner, they will do anything."

Tai Yi's voice sounded behind Di Jun.

The smile on Di Jun's face froze, and he couldn't help but think of the two crying bitterly in Zixiao Palace before.

He shook his head, his expression was extremely firm:"The human race must be destroyed. Their threat is too great. Even if there is a saint behind us, we must never retreat."

If everything was peaceful and the conflict of interests was not deep, he would naturally choose to forbear.

But it has come to this point, and he can't retreat.

Among Ren Huang's imaginary enemies is a saint, doesn't he have the courage to go against the saint?

"Besides, maybe we should thank Ren Huang."

Di Jun narrowed his eyes and thought of what happened not long ago.

Tai Qing and Yuan Shi had come to Heaven after the East-West War.

Yuan Shi, who always looked down on the demons, showed a rare good face.

Ren Huang personally pushed Tai Qing and Yuan Shi to the demons.

In this way, even if Nuwa, who had never interfered in the affairs of the demons, was left out, the demons would still have two saints to support them when facing the human race.

Could it be that they would be afraid?

""Ren Huang, you gave me a great gift, how can I not give you a gift in return?"

Di Jun smiled happily, but with murderous intent.

At this time, at the foot of Mount Buzhou,

Bai Ze's incarnation fell here from the thirty-three heavens.

The eye-catching demonic aura instantly awakened the countless witches here.

"Dijiang, I am here on the orders of His Majesty to deliver a gift!"

"Gift? If you come here in person, it would be a good gift indeed!"

Di Jiang's deep voice sounded, and the law of space instantly sealed off Bai Ze's incarnation.

""Tell me, what are you monsters planning to do?"

Bai Ze didn't waste words. He waved his hand and the scene of the human race rushing from the west to the east appeared in front of Di Jiang.

Then, there was another scene.

It was the battle between the human races in the east and the west. Ren Huang, as a golden immortal, forcibly ascended to Taiyi and fought with Guang Chengzi.

Di Jiang looked at this scene and his expression gradually turned cold.

"The human race regards the demon race as their eternal enemy and will never stop until the demon race is destroyed."

"It just so happens that the Wu clan is a natural ally."

"Your Majesty is worried that the Wu Clan doesn't know, so he asked me to remind you that your allies are here."

Bai Ze laughed loudly, but Di Jiang suddenly attacked and crushed his head.

As the leader of the Wu Clan, Di Jiang is certainly not a fool. He can see that the demon clan wants to use them to get rid of the human race. The so-called allies are too ridiculous.

The Wu Clan has never had any allies.

For the Wu Clan, there is only their own clan, and all other clans are inferior and can only be vassals and slaves of the Wu Clan!

Immediately, Di Jiang sent a message:"Gong Gong, you go to the border between the East and the West."

"The human race is heading east, let's see if they are willing to become a vassal of our Wu clan."

"If you don't want to, just destroy them."

After that, Di Jiang shook his head and sneered.

In the end, the race's hegemony depends on the strength of the race.

In his opinion, this trick of killing someone with a borrowed knife is just the self-righteousness of the weak.

What if they get what they want?

……

The border.

After decades of traveling, the human army finally arrived at the border with the help of teleportation arrays.

The yellow sand covered the battle situation here.

When Ren Huang came to the border again, his mood was completely different from the last time.

The war between the human race in the East and the West was a choice made under helplessness, and he had to swing his sword at his compatriots here.

At that time, although he had made up his mind, he couldn't help feeling sad.

Now...

Ren Huang flew down from the imperial carriage and stepped into the east step by step.

His whole body was full of magic power.

The magical power of the human emperor: the art of conferring gods!

The moment the magical power was used, a breeze appeared out of thin air.

One after another, the heroic spirits of the human race appeared here.

He walked forward all the way, always performing his art of conferring gods.

The human soldiers who once fell here gradually revived.

Countless heroic spirits looked at the current human army with complicated emotions on their faces.

Finally, Ren Huang saw it.

A figure that had long been hidden in the depths of his memory appeared in front of him.

It was an old, emaciated heroic spirit, weak and frail, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

He looked at the human race with confusion in his eyes.

When he saw Ren Huang, a hint of deep surprise emerged, and he became a little more spirited.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't say it.

""Dad!"

Ren Yi suddenly shouted, too excited to control himself.

In front of the million-strong army he had personally trained, this human race's highest general, a powerful general with great military exploits, burst into tears instantly.

He instantly flew to the old heroic spirit, knelt down with a plop, and stared at the old heroic spirit infatuatedly.

Ten thousand years of time is nothing to many strong people.

But it is too long for the human race. The world has changed so much that he has forgotten that this is the burial place of his father.

This road is the burial place of hundreds of people from the Great Wilderness Tribe who trekked here.

It was only a million miles, and the human race back then walked for a hundred years.

Today, Ren Huang has finished the journey in a moment.

Along the way, one heroic spirit after another emerged.

Go back to the way they came and see the people of that year again.

They have no bones left, and only the confused heroic spirits are watching all this.

The dusty memories were opened, and Ren Huang could still call out everyone's name

"Ren Xiao, you said you like to eat chestnuts, so you named your daughter Xiao Lizi. She planted 100,000 chestnut trees, waiting for you to come back."

"Ren Sang... I'm sorry, I didn't take him to the end, he died on the way"

"Mr. Peng, you are so lucky. Your descendants are very rich among the human race and eat monster meat every day."

"Long time no see, you are still so beautiful……"

"……"

Until he walked to the end, he saw an old man.

The old man had kind eyes and was stunned for a long time when he saw Ren Huang. He stretched out his hand to touch his face, but passed through.

"Old Patriarch, we succeeded"

"Now... we are back."

Ren Huang said, somewhat excited.

When he first crossed over, he was not used to the harsh environment of the Great Wilderness.

It was the old patriarch who taught him little by little and made him adapt to the survival rules of the Great Wilderness.

It can be said that without the old patriarch, Ren Huang would have died long ago.

After proposing the idea of going to the west, the old patriarch supported him unconditionally and encouraged him to take his people to find a new place to live.

However, the old patriarch died the night before departure and handed over the Great Wilderness Tribe to him.

Now... the human race is back.

Ren Huang greeted the old patriarch, then stood up, straightened his back, and looked forward.

"Fellow tribesmen, every step you take is not in vain."

"Look at me... I will comfort your spirits with the blood of the ancient witches!"

In front of him, Gong Gong's figure had already appeared on the vast land.