"Disciple doesn't dare, but today is the day when Leng Feng Shi Bo dies." Zhuo Junlin's face is solemn: "I died because of my family back then, and the disciple has to come."

"Who?" Yuan Qing was stunned.

"My parents were wronged by heaven, and Leng Feng Shiwang died because of his death. If the disciples didn't come today, could they still be considered human?"

Yuan Qing's body suddenly shook, his eyes were full of shock, and he looked at the young man kneeling in front of him in a daze. For a moment, Yuan Qing's face was mixed with sadness and joy, sometimes resentment, sometimes crying.

Even Zhuo Junlin has never seen anyone's expressions so complicated since the day he remembered it, and it seemed that all his emotions were expressed in an instant.

"It turns out that my deduction back then was real, and there were really people who survived because of the cold wind." Yuan Qing's expression was filled with sadness and joy, and he hugged Zhuo Junlin directly and laughed to the sky: "Brother, did you see it? Your efforts back then were not completely in vain. Even if you were not cleared in this world, this child is enough to prove that all your persistence is worth it. Hahaha,,,,,,, I am not alone, and benevolent heroes will be rewarded. Brother, if you have a spirit in the spring, you can see that the child you saved has achieved today's achievements. In the spring, you must have laughed!"

Zhuo Junlin looked at Yuan Qing blankly, opened his mouth wide but couldn't say a word.

At this moment, even he couldn't figure out what was going on.

However, Yuan Qing's words, "I am not alone, but benevolent heroes will be rewarded." But it hit Zhuo Junlin's heart like a heavy hammer.

The greatest hero is to serve the country and the people, and where righteousness lies, it will live up to all living beings.

The white-haired master who was born back then also said this.

I have experienced hundreds of battles over the years. In the Qiuyue Mountain Golden Light Formation, both of them were defeated and defeated. In the Zhuxian Formation, I fought for the human race even more bloody battles. In order to help all races, I also tried my best to do my best in the Zhuxian Formation. However, when I heard the old man in white talk about his life experience, Zhuo Junlin even began to doubt whether all his persistence was right.

Without the promise to Yang Wenjun, even Zhuo Junlin himself would not know whether he would return to Kyoto,,,,,

But now, Zhuo Junlin seems to have found a certain direction.

It doesn't matter how much I have done for others and how much I have paid.

And the effort at the beginning is not for any reward.

As long as what you do is beneficial to all living beings and will not let down the common people, even if you will not get any benefits in the end, you will no longer let down your original intentions.

If cold wind can do these things, it will live up to the reputation of benevolent heroes and sentient beings,,,,

What you should do is follow the footsteps of the cold wind and live up to the heroes,

With the sound of a gong, the geniuses of the five clans entered the venue.

Luo Yin, who was originally named Luo Qianying among the human race, had already died under Zhuo Junlin's sword. The old man in white and the Renwang and others discussed it, and Zhang Ergou was temporarily shortlisted for him.

Thirty-six figures, led by Yang Wenjun, stride towards the altar.

Even if Yang Wenjun lost all his cultivation, no one of the thirty-six creatures dared to be disrespectful to Yang Wenjun.

Not only the genius of the human race respects Yang Wenjun, but even the demon clan, even the god clan and the ghost sect, they also respect this strange woman of the human race.

The altar has a hundred steps. If it were in the past, any genius of all races with cultivation like them could step directly on the altar with just a leap.

However, Yang Wenjun walked step by step on the stone steps in front. All the creatures behind, except for the chariot of Ruzi, who entered the formation directly, all the other creatures followed behind step by step, and did not dare to feel dissatisfied.

The five strongest men, including the old man in white who sat in the cloud pavilion at the sky, all their eyes became solemn.

This third level is a battle between all races for bravery.

Yang Wenjun's cultivation has been lost at this time. No matter who is present, he only needs to breathe a breath to make Yang Wenjun die. Everyone thinks that Yang Wenjun must never go to the stage again, and the original number of thirty-six heavenly stars will eventually be difficult to get together, but everyone never expected that Yang Wenjun would still walk onto the altar.

And just like walking onto the altar in the Zhuxian Formation, even if he loses his own cultivation, he is still the first to walk onto the altar with the most proud talent.

"Why are Yang Wenjun still allowed to play?" The king's face turned dark: "With Yang Wenjun's current situation, even if any genius present breathed, she would die on the spot. This time, if such a big thing happened to her, we can no longer explain to the old madman and Yang. If Yang Wenjun had any more trouble, they would not fight for you or me?"

The old man in white shook his head and smiled bitterly: "But Yang Wenjun insisted repeatedly. She said, 'The human race has never only warriors who died in battle, and there are no cowards who retreat.' What can I do?"

The Human King couldn't help but be furious: "A alcoholic, you are also the most powerful person in the world. You will be stumped by such a junior. You can knock him out directly, or use some labyrinth. Even if it is kidnapped, it is just a matter of doing whatever you can do. But do you know that Yang Wenjun is walking on the altar now, even if the human race fights to protect her, it will not be able to protect her."

The other four strong men present had strange eyes.

If you can get a scoundrel, put a drug on it, and kidnap it, if you can get it from a strong human race, let alone just deal with a junior?

This human king is really not playing according to common sense!

"What should I do now?" the old man in white sighed.

"Go to my son, you uncle." The king of humans couldn't help but get furious and almost ran away directly.

Now that you have this situation, you are still in the mood to ask me what to do? I want to know what else to do, and can you talk to you here?

"Look, you don't have a better way now, brother Dao, so let it go!" The Human King waved his hand: "After all, it's all the choices of the juniors, so it's hard for us to intervene directly."

The human king's eyes were dull and his face was full of love: "A alcoholic, you will regret it,,,,,,"

Then, the strongest man of the human race sat on the stone chair like a pool of mud, with a helpless look on his face.

On the altar, thirty-six geniuses were divided into five camps, each staring at the contenders from all directions.

All living beings showed a solemn look on their faces, especially the demon camp led by Asura, which was far less than the other four tribes, and their faces were even more ugly at this time. Seeing the strong men around me showing bad looks in their eyes, how could they not know their current situation?

Now the strength of the various races on the altar is basically the same as that of the gods. The demon race follows closely behind, and the strength of the ghost sect is slightly inferior. The demon race itself is the lowest in the number of people. If we fight against each race at this time, even if we face the ghost sect alone, it would be tantamount to self-destruction.

It concerns the face of all races, and the strong men of all races will never retreat at all. Everyone will strive to be the first and fight to defend the dignity of all races.

No matter how many friendships I had in the past, on this altar of gladiator, all living beings would never abandon the public for personal gain and give up their vital interests.

The Qing King stood in front of the altar and laughed loudly: "Everyone can walk here, they are all unique geniuses among all races. Now the Japanese King is lucky enough to host this competition between geniuses of all races. According to the order of the main priest, this competition will cancel the one-on-one competition system and change it to all geniuses to play freely. There are no rules on the altar, and the top ten strong people who are still standing will enter the next level of competition."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only the strong men of all races on the stage whispered to each other, but even the spectators from the stage were all blue in their faces. The emperor and empress sisters and others above Yunting couldn't help but look ugly, and their eyes were full of badness when they looked at the old man in white.

"This is nothing to do with me, it is the decision of the Qingwang himself."

"How could the Qing King intercede with the civil servants of the lower world think of such a sinister move?" Mu Hongying couldn't help but be furious: "Jiang King himself said just now that he was following the order of the main priest. Are you not the main priest of the Shenwu Alliance?"

"That's true."

"As it happens, don't deny it." Mu Hongying's eyes were full of danger: "If you have any wickedness, even if you try your best to do it, you will definitely look good."

"Is this time a practical battle, or is it the same as the Zhuxian Formation, which is really an illusion?" The emperor and Empress sighed slightly: "I would like to ask Brother Dao to explain directly, but I can no longer withstand the previous shock."

The old man in white shook his head slightly: "This time, it's a real battle. If you die, you will die. It's impossible for you to be resurrected again."

"Come on the truth?" The emperor and empress frowned.

"We practitioners have emerged from the world and are not in danger at any time." The old man in white sighed: "The realm of practitioners is important, but they must not lack on-site response. Many practitioners of the same realm sometimes cannot take a move in the hands of their opponents. It is not that their cultivation is not as good as the other party, but they lack practical experience. Even if it is a martial arts competition, everything should be carried out in the most cruel way. How can there be any more fiction?"

The emperor and the empress couldn't help but turn black.

Although there is nothing wrong with this statement, the emperor and the empress always feel that it is wrong.

At least, the emperor and the empress dare no longer have any trust in this old cheater in front of her.

On the altar.

Thirty-six geniuses all looked solemn.

Every creature who can walk on this altar has its own unique means. If you can survive until now, that creature is not a battle-hardened person, step by step, from the sea of ​​blood. Even Leng Qiuyue, a human race who has participated in the least fierce battle, is a survivor who has set foot on life and death many times.

Any underestimation or carelessness may make all of them dying.

Zhuo Junlin stood beside Yang Wenjun, his eyes full of solemnity: "Senior sister, I know I can't persuade you now, but try to stand behind me. As long as I haven't fallen yet, you can't leave me."

"Why, you just want to protect the flowers so much. Haven't you seen your little wife also present? What's the matter with me like this?" Yang Wenjun smiled indifferently.

"Be serious." Zhuo Junlin couldn't help but turn black: "When is it?"

"Haha,,,,,," Yang Wenjun laughed: "I didn't expect that Junior Brother Zhuo would still be anxious. But I, Yang Wenjun, have been in the world for many years and faced with opponents of the same level, when will I need the protection of others? When the fight comes, you can just take action and don't take care of me. Senior Sister has been in the world for many years, and there are still some self-protection methods. I just hope that you don't want to lose the reputation of our human race."

Yang Wenjun's voice was not loud or small, and all the thirty-six creatures on the altar could hear clearly.

However, in the face of Yang Wenjun's arrogant tone, no creature spoke. This strongest human race who had killed almost all the cultivators of his generation could not breathe, did have his arrogant capital.

A centipede insect died without being stiff. With Yang Wenjun's reputation as a terrible creature, no one present dared to look down on him at all.

Even if Yang Wenjun lost all his cultivation, with the talent of this human genius, he might not have no chance to make a comeback. Offending Yang Wenjun at this time would be like directly arousing the anger of more than a dozen powerful people in the human genius. Especially Yang Wenjun has a strong relationship with all the human genius. Once it causes extreme revenge, it is really unwise.

"Sister Yang, you have been protecting the human race for many years. This time, we should give our efforts." Daozi laughed and stepped forward: "Xiao Dao has no advantages, but he has always been clear about grudges. When Senior Sister Yang saved Xiao Dao from the powerful demons, she must give Xiao Dao a chance to repay his kindness!"

"Yes, we can't forget the kindness of Senior Sister Yang. The human race has always shared the same hatred of the enemy. Today is free to play, and we should advance and retreat together." The Buddhist son Gao Xuan's name: "Sister Yang, are you willing?"

"The human race has never given up on itself, so why would it abandon it?"

The other people were all blocked in front of Yang Wenjun.

Yang Wenjun smiled softly.

This is everything she wants to see the most.

No matter how strong a person is, he is just the courage of an ordinary man.

Only when all the strong people of the human race let go of their prejudices and work together can they truly make the race stronger.

If we can make the race strong and unite, even if we are trapped in hell, it is worth it for Yang Wenjun. At least for the human race, they have played an example for thousands of human races,,,,,,,,

The younger generation of the Gods are also very powerful, but at most they are just friends of the generals and do not dare to leave their backs to their own people. If there is a conflict of interest, not all the strong will truly work together.

The demon clan is very strong, but except for Feng Tianhuang, Bai Yingxue has no power, and no one among the other demons can bear the throne.

As for the Ghost Sect and the Demon Clan, they have always regarded the strong as the most respected, and there is no morality at all.

But the human race now has the same desire to unite against the enemy.

When facing a strong enemy, no one cares about their own interests now, but protects them all by Yang Wenjun and no longer cares about personal gains and losses.

In addition to the relationship between interests, this is the foundation of the human race.

"Okay, then today, I, Yang Wenjun, will sit on the wall and watch it, and see how our human race kills all directions and promotes the power of our human race." Yang Wenjun smiled long ago: "Actually, it is my greatest achievement to see that you all grow up."
To be continued...