The world is always fair. The more you give, the more you get.

Although Guo Ming has the ability to refine the Jiuxiao Immortal Pill, it requires a lot of rare materials. He doesn’t have the energy and does not intend to refine it for his subordinates. Elite education, if they can cultivate it, Guo Ming will naturally try his best to cultivate it, otherwise, he can only say sorry.

On the road to the trial of the Nine Heavens, there is no kindness. The further you go, the bigger the gap between the two sides. So if you really don’t have that potential, it’s better to quit as soon as possible.

Guo Ming glanced at everyone and sighed softly. Although he wanted to help them, the reality was so cruel. If they could no longer advance to the advanced level, they would really have to give up on them.

Jin Guang clenched his fists secretly, and a terrible fighting spirit burst out in his eyes.

If anyone except Canghai is the most likely to enter the advanced level, there is no doubt that Golden Light belongs to this category.

Jin Wan'er, Li Yuan and others were a little nervous.

Qing Ming left, but the entire Second Divine City was still immersed in the power of the human race and could not let go of it for a long time.

The two old forces, Fengxue Mountain Villa, fell so easily, and the decline was shocking. You should know that the three immortal sects had fought with them secretly many times, but in the end they were just restraining each other.

It is true that the upper-level forces decide everything, Qing Ming alone is enough to deal with all the forces in the entire Second Divine City.

Of course, Qingming's strength is too far away from everyone. Even if they develop a sense of competing, they will not put it on him for the time being.

Compared with Qing Ming, Guo Ming was younger and entered the realm of Hedao earlier.

No one can be calm about the son who defies the heavens.

The powerful people of the Gods, Blue Eyes, Demon Spirits, Divine City, and the four tribes have all been bloodily suppressed, and naturally many innocent people have been implicated.

They also thought about revenge, but when they thought about Guo Ming's strength, they couldn't help but suffocate and suppressed this hatred in their hearts.

If you say you are proud, then you are undoubtedly the human race.

They can walk proudly in the streets and alleys of the Shencheng, and talk as if no one is around.

What does no one dare to do to the human race? Guo Ming used the blood of strong men to create the majesty of the human race and the inviolability of the human race.

The night is as cool as water, and the whispers are rippling and undulating in the darkness.

Is it that I am obsessed with yesterday's time and unwilling to leave; or is it that I am mourning the dead son, and the son cries blood.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl was crying helplessly. Beside her was a row of cold stone carvings with the names of her relatives written on it.

Although someone helped her avenge her, she was just a child after all. How could she survive in this indifferent society?

When the girl thought of her fate, she felt sad and started crying.

Just then, with a bang, a stone tablet in front of her was shattered, and then a bloody palm crawled out of it.

The girl yelled and wanted to move her body, but at this time she was weak and could not move at all.

This is her relatives, but those relatives have left after all. It is common sense that people cannot be resurrected by death. But how can they still stretch out their hands in the tombstone at this time? This book is not in line with common sense.

"Is it daddy? Is it you?" The girl raised her heart to the door of her throat and asked tentatively.

The big hand hesitated for a moment, then the soil in the sky scattered, the bloody hand grabbed the girl's neck, and a pale face reflected into the girl's pupils.

"Who are you?" The girl asked immediately as she looked at the green glow in her father's eyes.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you have to die." The 'father' said someone and laughed.

"Aren't you afraid of the guardians of the human race?" the girl scolded hurriedly.

"Hmph, since I dare to kill, I'm not afraid." The stern look in my eyes flashed, and I directly crushed the girl's Adam's apple and whispered: "This time I'll see how the human race's defiant son ended?"

...

"Everyone, come on, come on, toast to our dead tribe members." A middle-aged monk said seriously, holding a glass of sake in his hand.

"Dry."

"Dry."

The gathering of human powerhouses agreed loudly and raised their glasses to drink.

When the light in their eyes saw the sake in the glass, their faces changed.

Then there is no such thing as sake, it is clearly thick plasma.

"What the hell is going on?" a monk asked loudly.

Several powerful monks frowned and carefully sensed the mutated sake, but gradually their faces also showed a blank look.

Because they could not detect the reason, an old man put the glass of blood wine on his nose and sniffed it gently.

The fragrance of sake was revealed, but why did it look like this? He was thinking, and suddenly he heard the shouts of everyone. At the same time, he felt a great crisis. He felt a cold all over his body.

The plasma in the sake turned into a bloody mouth and swallowed it towards the old man.

The old man was also very fast, but he was not as fast as that bloody mouth after all.

When the bloody mouth was swallowing the old man's head, everyone was shocked. They threw away the bloody wine in their hands one by one, as if they were avoiding snakes and scorpions.

However, the bowl in the hand seemed to have a root on the hand and was difficult to get rid of.

And at this moment, bloody mouths emerged one by one, devouring hundreds of human races present.

...

"Brother Feng, why did I hear the creaking sound?" A girl asked softly to the man next to her.

"I don't know, I'll go and have a look." The man put on his clothes and walked towards the living room.

As cold as the moon, the man felt a chill in his body for no reason, his eyes swept around, and a chill came from his heart.

Not daring to continue staying there, he returned to the bed and whispered: "I saw nothing, I spent it, have you heard it wrong?"

His wife did not react at all, which made him feel deep in his heart. He put his hands on his wife, and he suddenly felt a terrible coldness.

...

One scene after another, one scene after another, it was constantly staged.

All themes revolve around one thing, that is, the survivors of the human race.

When the first ray of light shone on this sky, a monk from a small immortal sect routinely inspected and opened a warehouse.

In the warehouse, there are eight dead human corpses, and blood is still flowing.

His scalp was a little numb, his face suddenly turned pale, and he murmured: "Who is it? You dare to take action?"
Chapter completed!