Chapter 371: Eight hundred years have passed! (4000 words in two chapters)

"Good! Good!"

A humanoid creature wearing a bright red cassock and covered in golden color walked out slowly.

Its eyes contained compassion to save all living beings. It took a step forward, passing half a body length past the Immortal Emperor.

"I am willing to sacrifice my life to overcome all the sufferings of the world."

"Xuanguan Buddha Emperor, do you want to fight with me?" Fu Yue laughed and interrupted the Buddha Emperor's words.

The old man had a heroic look on his face, his eyes rising and falling like surging waves.

After a pause, he continued:
"It's a pity that after your death, all the Buddhist disciples and grandchildren you left behind will be devoured by all races."

The golden humanoid creature clasped his hands together, his eyes showing even more compassion, and said nothing.

However, they always kept their focus on Liang Hui and Fu Yue, and the meaning they wanted to express was very clear.

'I'm willing to take the initiative and hold one of them back.'

At this moment, the eyes of the emperors flickered with some intention. If the Buddha Emperor was willing to sacrifice one person, then the human race would only have one emperor-level combat force left.

If there is one more emperor among them willing to take action to contain the human race, then today will be the day when the human race will be destroyed.

For a moment, everyone's eyes unconsciously turned to the Immortal Emperor, and the Celestial Emperor standing at the end. The atmosphere became increasingly depressing and solemn.

However, those two beings remained calm and composed, with no intention of taking any action.

"Ah!"

Liang Hui grinned and chuckled.

One hand raised from the hilt of the sword and slapped the world barrier on the side.

Boom!

In an instant, the central realm that had been shaking under the momentum of the emperors stood still, and dazzling rays of light shot out on the world barrier.

It was like a huge sun piercing through the dark clouds and rising in the sea of ​​​​boundary.

At this moment, the expressions of the emperors changed drastically, and they looked in horror at the runes flowing above the central realm.

They saw the meaning of these runes, which was a great formation that could refine the world in an instant.

"Good! Very good!" The Immortal Emperor's eyes were extremely cold.

He turned around and left the Central Realm.

Since the human race is so vicious, there is no need to stay here.

Otherwise, no matter how much you do, you will gain nothing in the end.

"Ugh!"

The Buddha Emperor clasped his hands together, his golden face showing helplessness.

"If you two act in this way, you will inevitably suffer the most bitter consequences."

"From now on, the human race has no way out."

The moment the words fell, the Buddha Emperor turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

The emperors standing on the periphery, each with murderous intent in their eyes, looked coldly at Liang Hui and Fu Yue.

Then they left one after another.

At this moment, all races became more united, and their murderous intent towards humans became deeper and colder.

The Central Realm is their ancestral land, but it was treated like this and became a tool for humans to threaten them.

Fu Yue looked at the departing backs of the emperors and sighed softly.

He knew that the human race had no way out, and the next time the emperors gathered would be the moment for the final battle.

"Don't worry. Since the human race drove out the other races and occupied the central world 90 million years ago, there has been no way out."

Liang Hui withdrew his hand from the world barrier with a serious expression.

"Either all races will be destroyed, or jade and stone will be shattered together!"

The young man sheathed his sword, his eyes as bright as the sun, with an indescribable confidence and composure.

"I know." Fu Yue smiled bitterly. Of course he knew these things.

Otherwise, with his gentle character, he would not have been able to hold on until now and would have negotiated peace with all the ethnic groups long ago.

"By the way, senior, I wonder if the human race has the emperor's relics." Liang Hui turned sideways and asked.

"The emperor's relics?" the old man murmured, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

After a moment, he tapped his forehead.

"My race has many relics of the emperor. If you need them, I will get them for you."

"Sorry for bothering you, senior!"

Liang Hui nodded.

Then he turned around and walked towards the Temple of Ancestors of Mankind.

Fu Yue beside him followed closely behind.

On the way, the two men talked about the new law and then came to the Temple of the Ancestors of Mankind.

At this moment, all the human kings are waiting here.

"Greetings, Your Majesty, and the High Priest." The king bowed to show his respect.

After a pause, he could not help but ask, "Your Majesty, I wonder if the foreign emperor has retreated."

The aura that came from outside the world just now was extremely terrifying. Even though they were kings, they felt that they could be crushed to death at any time.

"The emperors have retreated. In the next period of time, the intensity of the attacks by the hundreds of races should be much lower. It is a good opportunity for you to fully promote the new law."

The old man had a gentle expression and followed the young man slowly to the cliff.

"We know." The king nodded.

Liang Hui tapped the hilt of the sword with his fingertips, making a sound of metal clashing.

Drawing everyone's attention, he raised his arm, spread his five fingers, revealing eight grains of dust.

With a light toss of his hand, the dust quickly grew larger and turned into eight black iron statues of different shapes. These statues had grim expressions and knelt in front of the Temple of the Ancestors of Mankind.

"Fu Xiao, Hong She, and eight human kings betrayed the human race and attacked the war master, causing the demon race to break through the defense line and enter our world to slaughter at will."

"Let him suffer the pain of purgatory forever, kneeling before the Temple of the Ancestors of Mankind for eternity."

"Don't do it again, or I will kill you in the boundless sea of ​​​​boundaries and the infinite world!"

The young man's words were cold, looking down at the kings with a warning in them.

"Remember the high priest's teachings."

The kings responded in unison, full of obedience.

Even Emperor Fu Yue merely glanced at his third-generation grandson and then looked away.

Liang Hui nodded slightly to the old man, and then walked towards the palace next to the Temple of Ancestors of Man.

Emperor Fu Yue on one side, after sending away the kings, also headed towards the Temple of Ancestors of Mankind.

A moment later, streams of light flew from the Temple of Human Ancestors to the palace nearby.

In the main hall, Liang Hui sat cross-legged on a cushion, looking at the streams of light that came one after another. About ten minutes passed before it ended.

The young man sensed the breath contained in the flowing light, with satisfaction in his eyes.

These are all relics of the emperor, which contain the emperor’s aura and can enter dreams.

There were a total of ten balls of light floating in front of him. After feeling them carefully, he began to distinguish them.

Among them, six of the light balls are the relics of the human emperor, one is the relic of the Shura emperor, one is the relic of the ghost emperor, and the remaining two are all relics of the immortal emperor.

These are the collections of the human race over the years, and they are now all taken out.

Liang Hui stretched out his hand and collected the light balls one by one, his expression becoming more and more satisfied.

Ten emperors' relics, plus the aura of the Burning Sky Demon Emperor, the other three Demon Emperors that he had intercepted, and the relics of the emperor of the Celestial Clan.

Now he possesses the relics of fifteen emperors in total and can enter dreams.

Most of these relics were the gains from the attack on the demon world, and this was only a part of the gains this time. The biggest gain was that he saw the way forward clearly after the desperate fight with the demon emperor.

A road ahead filled with blood and bones.

war!
Fight against heaven! Fight against earth! Fight against all living things!!!

Become enlightened in battle, sublime in fighting, and break through between life and death.

A domineering, powerful and crazy road.

"But if it were me, I would definitely be able to complete this journey."

Liang Hui whispered with absolute confidence and seriousness.

Moreover, the relics of more than ten emperors will undoubtedly help him better to complete this journey.

After thinking about the path of practice.

A thought.

A tattered green banner flew out from his hair and hovered in front of the young man.

Although the green banner is in tatters, one can vaguely see a vast world floating in the banner. Chains are entangled with the world, absorbing its flesh, blood, and soul.

The Human Emperor Banner is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and is climbing towards a more powerful direction.

He stretched out his hand, touching the marks and blood spots on the flagpole, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

He gently pushed it aside and took out the Kongming Bell that was broken into two pieces from his arms.

At this moment, the Kongming Bell had already returned to its original appearance.

The whole body is silver-white with only a few green spots. There are mysterious patterns engraved on the body of the clock. It should be flickering and flowing, but at this moment it is dim.

Liang Hui looked at the broken part of the Kongming Bell. One after another, spatial treasures flew out from his arms spontaneously and headed towards the silver bell.

Golden flames immediately appeared, enveloping the Kongming Bell and beginning the restoration.

The firelight reflected the young man's handsome and calm face and his deep eyes.

Outside the central boundary.

In the newly opened space.

One terrifying figure after another stood here, emitting a power that shook the world.

"We, the seventeen emperors, were forced to retreat by just two human emperors. It's so embarrassing!" A sinister and cold whisper came from the mouth of an emperor shrouded in ghost fog.

“Old ghost, you say it easily. Fu Yue is already the top emperor, and he can kill the high priest of Burning Heaven in a short time.”

"Who dares to come up? You?" A disdainful voice came from the mouth of an emperor with wings on his back.

This is the Wing Clan, which is also one of the largest clans among the hundreds of clans and is no weaker than the Ghost Clan.

"Stop arguing. If you don't unite now, do you want to destroy your tribe along with you?"

"That new high priest of the human race has not yet broken through to the emperor level, but he is already so powerful. If we let him go any further, we will die."

The empress of the Shura clan no longer had the charm she had just now, and her eyes were gloomy and cold.

After a pause, he glanced at the emperors with different expressions and continued:
"There are also methods that the human race has deployed in our ancestral land. We must find a way to eliminate or restrict them. Otherwise, even if we win, we will get nothing."

"How to solve it? Or who can solve it." A sarcastic laugh came from the mouth of the ghost emperor.

When the emperors were at a loss, the emperor of the Celestial Clan, who had been standing at the end and remained silent, spoke first:
"My race has the means to invalidate the restrictions set up by the race in the ancestral land in a short period of time."

At the same time, the Buddha Emperor clasped his hands together and walked slowly forward.

"My Buddha clan has a world-class formation that can kill the emperor and high priest of the human race."

"However, this formation is extremely mysterious and difficult to learn. It requires five emperors who are proficient in this formation to activate it before it can exert its full strength."

The Buddhist music stopped and the Buddha Emperor retreated.

The only top emperor who did not express his opinion at this moment - the Immortal Emperor, looked at the Buddha Emperor with indifferent eyes.

"Xuan Guang, you seem to hate the human high priest so much that you are not willing to sacrifice your own life. Can you tell me the reason?"

"All things have spirits. The high priest destroyed a world with one battle, and billions of lives died together, from ancient times to the present."

"enough!"

The Immortal Emperor interrupted Xuan Guang Buddha's explanation and sneered.

"That's it."

"Put all your strength to conquer the ancestral land in the shortest possible time and kill all the humans."

As the three top emperors reached a consensus, the other emperors no longer hesitated and expressed their opinions.

Then, preparations began for the attack that would take place in the near future.

Seasons pass by and years go by.

Spring goes and autumn comes, this is already eight hundred cycles.

The magnificent palace standing in the central world has not faded at all and is still as dazzling as before.

A slender figure sat on the throne, supporting his jawline with one hand, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

A full eight hundred years!
He and fifteen emperors fought for eight hundred years through dreams without stopping or retreating.

With such hard practice, his strength naturally reached its peak.

Liang Hui wiped away the fatigue in his eyes and regained his calm.

He directed his consciousness to the Human Emperor Banner in his hair, and the immortal energy intertwined and merged on the surface of the banner, forming attribute information belonging to him.

Name: Human Emperor Banner
Owner: Liang Hui

Occupation: Warrior: Wu Ji (Wanling Daoguo 64.21%);
Taoist: Pure Yang (Pure Yang Taoist Fruit 62.27%);
Fighting Spirit: King (Space Dao Fruit 61.58%)

In just eight hundred years, most of the journey has been completed.

Unfortunately, there are too few emperor's relics.

He needs to obtain new emperor relics, or fight the emperor head-on, to have such a fast cultivation speed again.

The improvement in his cultivation and the increase in his strength were only part of what he had gained over the past eight hundred years.

During these long years, he often found time to forge the Immortal War Spear and the Kongming Bell, and even refined the corpse of the Burning Sky Demon Emperor into them.

Unfortunately, only one weapon was able to achieve the leap and enter the level of immortal.

Liang Hui stretched out his hand, and a dazzling and brilliant spear, with the edge that could pierce everything in the world, appeared between his fingers.

The Immortal War Spear is made entirely of gold, with a hint of rust on the tip. Through it one can vaguely see various horrific scenes of the world collapsing, the Taoist ancestor bleeding, and the Demon Emperor being executed.

It was wrapped with wisps of fairy air, like a tiny long snake, wrapping around the spear shaft and ending at the tip of the spear.

The moment the Immortal Spear appeared, every powerful human touched their neck unconsciously, as if a fierce spear was pointed at that place.

After eight hundred years of forging, only the Immortal War Spear became an "immortal" weapon, and the Kongming Bell was far behind.

Call ~
Liang Hui exhaled a breath and looked up at the sky, as if he saw a huge sky net being woven that was about to cover the entire central world.

"Come on, let me see how far you can go."

"Don't let me down!"

Eight hundred years is just a blink of an eye for a king.

But with the thorough implementation of the new law, the central world has undergone tremendous changes, a transformation far beyond anything seen in the past or present.

One by one, geniuses, proud children and prodigies are discovered, and once they meet the required character standards, they are cultivated with all their efforts.

This has been the case for one generation, for ten generations, and for generations to come.

Twenty years is one generation, and eight hundred years is a total of forty generations, with the human race’s increasingly large base.

It is no exaggeration to say that geniuses are like fish crossing the river and like pebbles on the beach.

No matter how difficult it is to break through to the king level, in such an environment, there will always be a peerless genius who will rise to the challenge and become the king.

In eight hundred years, there were fourteen new kings, and two kings were born almost every hundred years.

Such a scene made all the high-ranking officials of the human race speechless.

Their first thought was that the human race could really defeat a hundred with one and wipe out all the alien races.

(End of this chapter)