Chapter 2043 Desire

Seeing Lin Ming's appearance, the disciples of the Demon Immortal Palace became even more mad.

When the human race is most in danger, they need heroes and encouragement.

"Lin Zhenren, can you take us out?"

Someone asked in the crowd.

This sentence made the disciples of the Demon Immortal Palace cheering quiet a lot. That's right, they want to fight! They've had enough of these days of hiding!

Everyone looked at Lin Ming with burning eyes, but at this time, their eyes were full of intense longing.

"Everyone!"

Lin Ming walked up to the front wall of the Hunyuan Temple, overlooking the disciples of the Demon Immortal Palace. His voice was serious and serious.

Everyone raised their ears to listen, and for a while, the originally noisy square was completely quiet.

"Do you know another catastrophe that the human race encountered 3.6 billion years ago?"

Lin Ming asked in one sentence, causing all the warriors present to be a little stunned. They thought that Lin Ming would say something emotional, but they didn't expect that Lin Ming mentioned this in the first sentence.

"I know!" Many people answered loudly.

"Very good... I also know about this catastrophe, and I probably know it better than you..." Lin Ming seemed to have fallen into deep contemplation. Black Nebula, after being silent for a long time, slowly opened his mouth and said: "Three. Your own Saint Race Heavenly Venerate and Saint Race True God! The strength gap is too big, and the Human Race has no chance of winning. At least from the perspective of normal thinking, they will be destroyed and enslaved. However, in that battle, the Human Race won. what?"

Lin Ming asked a rhetorical question. Many people were at a loss. Although they knew about the catastrophe of the human race 3.6 billion years ago, it was too long ago. In addition, many great forces were destroyed at that time, and a lot of history had been lost. The Terran warriors won that battle, and the details are not very clear.

"If a race can stand for thirty-three days, have its own independent territory, have sovereignty, and have freedom, then it either has great strength, or it has its own blood! The blood of a nation is the blood of this race. The people, relying on the strength of their blood to fight for dignity!"

"Three. The Holy Master is the soldier, with the Heavenly Venerate as the general, the entire human race is a soldier, fighting with the Saints for life and death. In the end, Fengshen Tianzun led dozens of voluntary human lords who voluntarily sacrificed their lives to burn their own lives. the soul!"

"In that battle, the Celestial Venerable, the Realm King, and the Holy Master of the human race were almost dead, the martial arts civilization declined, and the inheritance was cut off. If you want to develop again, you need to put in a lot of effort. However, it is all worth it, because... we Preserved... Dignity!!!"

Lin Ming said the last sentence word by word. For a while, the venue was silent. The hundreds of thousands of Demon Immortal Palace's younger brothers were either standing in the open field or suspended in the starry sky, and they all listened quietly. , with a reverent and solemn expression on his face.

"Because of those sacrificed seniors, we don't have to live like slaves, we can have our own martial arts civilization, even if it's not the best, we have our own territory, even if it's only one level,

We re-develop and start all over again. However, when we really develop and make the martial arts civilization brilliant again, the saints have come again. This time, they have greater ambitions! "

"They want to fight for the hegemony step by step for thirty-three days. Their leader, the Holy Emperor of Fortune, wants to integrate with Huang, and finally drain the essence of the major races for thirty-three days, surpassing the true god. He regards the soul clan as the largest We humans are used as stepping stones, yes, just like two knights feeding the horses before they go to war, they treat us humans as grass for the horses.”

Lin Ming said these words calmly. When the warriors in the Demon Immortal Palace heard it, they immediately started to move. Many people were panting heavily. The blood vessels in their necks swelled. On the high platform, they could not speak. This was out of respect for Lin Ming.

Lin Ming was silent for more than ten breaths, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to be the grass that feeds the horses?"

"They are courting death!"

A big man jumped up and shouted loudly. Lin Ming's ten-breath silence just now had suffocated him.

"Fuck them!"

Someone pulled out two big bright axes and banged against each other.

"Fight them!"

"Fuck you, old man has had enough!"

Martial artists are all bloody, especially when the race has been oppressed for so long, whether they themselves or their race are already alive and dead.

"I don't want to either!" Lin Ming said loudly, "Our seniors are not only the gods and the gods, but also the gods, who would rather turn into a devil and fight to the death with the holy clan. For the sake of the catastrophe, he extended his life by 300 million years. In the end, in order to delay the time to let the elites of the race enter the wild universe and sacrifice themselves for the old man of Sansheng... There are many more, we don't know the names of Tianzun, the king, the holy master... There are more warriors with lower cultivation, even Civilians who died tragically, they exchanged their lives for us to stand here today, is it because they want us to be the grass for the horses?"

"We have endured the loneliness of leaving our hometown, entered the wild, accompanied by fierce beasts, slaughtered, tempered, and sacrificed, we bathed in blood, crawled and rolled in minced meat..."

"We have practiced our skills, improved our cultivation, practiced asceticism, secretly, and walked on the front line of life and death. We are us, the human race! We come from the realm of the gods, and we want to... go home!!!!"

Lin Ming said at the end, his voice suddenly increased, and in front of Lin Ming, all the warriors of the Demon Immortal Palace burst out like thunder!

"We're going home!"

"Kill back to God's Domain!"

"Destroy the saint dog!"

"The human race is immortal for hundreds of millions of years!"

Waves of roars resounded through the sky, and when the blood of a race was ignited, they could create miracles.

Even now, when the endless mountain of knives is placed in front of these people, they will rush in without hesitation!

A bloody team, they will explode with unparalleled combat power and defeat enemies ten times stronger than them!

The cry like a tidal wave lasted for a full quarter of an hour without weakening. One by one, the soldiers drew out their weapons and pointed to the sky.

There are also women, covering their faces and crying bitterly!

They have to fight back, even if they die in battle, they have to be buried in God's Domain!

"Very good! Then, rest for three hours. After that, come with me. Let's... get out!"

With a wave of Lin Ming's hand, the disciples of the Demon Immortal Palace felt like they were about to explode. Even if the Heavenly Venerate stopped in front of them, they would rush up to blow them up!

Some people can't wait to fly back to their residences and start packing their pills, weapons, and armor to prepare for the upcoming battle.

They couldn't wait for a moment.

What about the Son of Good Fortune, even if he is defeated, he is just dead in battle!

"Brother Lin, passed..." Little Moxian did not expect that Lin Ming's words had such a terrifying effect.

Although the disciples of the original Demon Immortal Palace were bloody, if they were asked to collide with the Holy Son of Good Fortune head-on, they would still have unavoidable fear in their hearts. After all, the gap in strength was too great.

"Are we going to deal with the Son of Fortune?"

Little Moxian asked, originally Lin Ming was here, Little Moxian believed that Lin Ming would turn the tide of the battle and even make the Holy Son of Fortune suffer a big loss, but Little Moxian thought that Lin Ming would take a long-term plan and use some tactics and strategies to eventually After defeating the Holy Son of Fortune, she did not expect that Lin Ming would directly lead his troops to collide with the Holy Son of Fortune just a few quarters of an hour after he arrived at the Demon Immortal Palace!

This is too decisive!

"It's too hasty to set off in three hours. I thought you at least ate the banquet to wash away the dust for you and then consider the matter of creating the Son of Fortune."

Although Xiao Moxian felt that the army was in a hurry, everything still focused on Lin Ming. This came from her unreserved trust in Lin Ming.

"A banquet? Let them continue to do it, but it's not a dust-cleaning banquet, but a celebration banquet! All the food and drinks are ready, fight first, then celebrate!"

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