Great Thousand Robbers

A transparent killing sword smashed into pieces the infant demon dragon, and Han Qiuwu didn't know what kind of avenue he had mastered, so he directly broke through to the great realm of Tianyan.

She is still graceful, the curves of her body are so soft and fascinating, but everyone can see that her body is cold and made of metal.

The blue light is so bright, she is at the very center of the brilliance, the heavens and the earth, the four corners of the universe, are all centered on her.

Tianyan's aura came from her body, but it couldn't annihilate the world, because the world was protected by another way, which was the source of the voice just now.

After a few screams, the first world not only recovered, but also became extremely solid.

Everyone looked around, they felt the boundless pressure.

Gu Que hugged Mang, trying to help her up, but couldn't do it at all.

Gu Que believed that even if she broke Mang's bones, she would not be able to pull him back up.

Because this coercion comes from the soul, from a truly great existence.

Under everyone's kneeling, at the far end of the world, the great statue of the God of War finally moved.

The stone skins of its eyes fell off, revealing two streaks of blood, and the figure moved and stepped forward.

With just one step, he crossed millions of miles and came directly to the sky above Gu Que and the others.

Tall, stalwart, majestic, majestic, and magnificent, all words are not enough to describe his power and influence. At this moment, he is a god of war, overlooking all living beings in the world.

And what about Han Qiu?

Han Qiu seems to be in a delicate state at the moment, with blue light emitting from his whole body, as if he is accepting the gift from the Skyspawn Realm.

The god of war from high above looked down and saw that everyone's bodies were cracked, and even their souls tended to be broken.

"Eternal! You are the remnant of eternal civilization!"

The cold and majestic voice resounded throughout the world, and the violent pressure continued to hit, and no one could bear it anymore.

Mang, who was in a lower realm, was already on the brink of death, even if Gu Que stood in front of her, he couldn't save her.

The situation was so critical, Gu Que stood up directly and shouted: "Xing Tian! Put away your coercion! She is not the eternal remnant."

"Ok?"

As soon as Gu Que said this, the statue of the God of War gave a slight gasp, and all the coercion between the world and the earth disappeared in an instant.

Everyone regained their freedom, their faces were pale, and they hurriedly meditated to heal their injuries. They were so frightened that they frightened, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

"Take care of Mang."

Gu Que hugged Mang into Tianji's arms, and his figure was about to fly upwards, but his hand was held by a cold little hand.

It was Tianji's hand.

Gu Que turned around and smiled, "Don't worry."

"You're taking a risk."

Tianji's tone was not so gentle, but Gu Que was enough to feel a lot.

He said softly: "You know, I have no choice, otherwise everyone here will die. I can ignore other people, but I can't ignore Mang and Han Qiu."

Tianji slowly let go of her hand and said in a low voice, "Be careful."

Gu Que went straight to the sky, he knew that the reason why Xing Tian put away his coercion was precisely because he called out his name.

If not, how could he give up so easily.

What is the limit?Although this is just a statue, it may already be at the Mahatma level. It is too easy to kill the people present.

Gu Que believes that even Han Qiu has no possibility of struggling.

Because Gu Que already knew that this god of war, Xingtian, might be the guardian of the first world of Gu Tian's Blood Road.

Gu Que stood firmly in front of Han Qiu, and said loudly to the sky: "Is Xingtian God of War angry because of eternity? The junior Gu Que is also a descendant of Chinese civilization. It can be proved that she is not the remnant of eternity."

All the strong men around looked at each other, puzzled and shocked.

Of course they thought that Gu Que was courting death, but they wondered why Gu Que was a Chinese civilized person, and even more puzzled why Gu Que knew the identity of this statue.

Hearing Gu Que's words, Xing Tian sighed slowly with his head down, and said in a deep voice, "Are you from China?"

Gu Que said: "It's about the nation, I dare not lie, I am indeed a descendant of the Chinese civilization, it's just a body that is now occupied by evil."

Xing Tian's eyes were shining brightly, and said: "Not only the body, but also the soul."

While speaking, the coercion between heaven and earth gradually increased.

Gu Que's heart trembled, knowing that the other party's patience for giving alms because he called out his name was almost worn away, so he didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly shouted.

"Ancestor Xingtian, don't doubt the identity of your descendants. I, Guque, drink the water of the Yellow River and flow the blood of Yanhuang!"

As he spoke, his voice changed a bit.

Alas, I never imagined that after 600 years of leaving my homeland, I, Gu Que, would one day call out that I am a descendant of Yanhuang and the blood of Huaxia after going through life and death.

His eyes were inexplicably moist, and the nostalgia that had been buried in his heart for 600 years poured out like angry water bursting a bank.

He exclaimed:

"In the vast expanse of Hongmeng, there is Pangu, who created the world with just one axe.

Melting the flesh and bones, turning them into sun, moon and loess.

Nüwa devoted herself to creating a human race, and then quarried stones to mend the sky.

The Sui people drilled wood to make fire, and the Chao emperor shed blood to build houses.

Fuxi played gossip day and night, but Cangjie didn't know how to create characters.

The Yellow Emperor Chiyou competed together, defeated the demons and dominated the world.

Shennong traveled all over the Ten Thousand Mountains to try to eat the poison of hundreds of herbs.

Emperor Shun spread filial piety in all directions, and ruled Kaihua and inherited Taichu.

Dayu's nine cauldrons used to control floods, and he passed the house three times without entering.

There will be tens of thousands of descendants in future generations, forgetting the world and the earth, not forgetting the ancestors. "

Gu Que said with tears in his eyes: "This ancient ballad, Gu Que sang since childhood, every time I think about it, I am always proud of being a Yanhuang bloodline."

The world is silent, everything is silent.

At this moment, only the homesickness that has been suppressed for 600 years is flowing.

That piece of ancient land, the mother of the Yellow River, the loess of China, you know that wanderers far away have missed you for too long.

"child......"

Xing Tian sighed softly, shook his head and said, "My child."

He only said a few words, but the words were full of too many emotions.

Who knows what happened to him?Who knows how he was reduced to a statue?Who knows whether the Huaxia of the earth and the Huaxia here belong to the same vein?

The glory and misery of the past have long been submerged by the endless water of history, and what remains are only the bones occasionally seen by the river, as well as the songs and legends.

Gu Que backed away slowly, stood beside Han Qiu, and gently took her hand.

Her hands were so cold, so stiff.

She has woken up and regained her sanity.

She looked at Gu Que, and there were faint ripples in her eyes.

She was so well disguised that no one seemed to be able to see.

Gu Que pulled her and said loudly: "She is not a person of eternal civilization, not a so-called remnant, she is my wife."

"She once had flesh and blood, she once had keen emotions, she once laughed and shed tears."

"She was only harmed by the eternal civilization, so she became like this."

"Please, Patriarch Xingtian makes a clear decision!"

Gu Que's voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, spreading throughout the universe, shaking all directions.

Han Qiu tilted his head slightly, looking at the so-called demon beside him.

The blue light in her eyes was no longer bright, but like an endless sea, and all the turbulent waves were gentle waves.