Dreams and fists shatter the sky

Chapter 217: You can't imagine how amazing you are.

Suddenly, the Black Dragon King came forward.

Then.

"Hey, tui!"

He spat out a mouthful of thousand-year-old blood and fed it to Mu Kuang.

Mu Kuang smacked his lips, licked his lips, and then changed his position to continue sleeping.

Mu Xiaoye asked nervously, "Will it be okay now?"

The Black Dragon King lowered his head and pressed one hand on Mu Kuang's abdomen. His face changed slightly, and then he taunted mercilessly, "Why are you humans so cruel to your own people?"

"He should have had the fatal golden poison in his body for several years, right?"

"Thirteen years old? Or was he poisoned when he was fourteen?"

Mu Xiaoye sighed, "Twelve years old."

"Oh my god." The Black Dragon King couldn't help but cursed, "You humans are more like beasts than the demons."

"My realm is not high enough now, and I can't recover, but it's okay to suppress it for a while."

"The sixth realm should be about the same."

"He won't get into trouble within three years."

"If something happens, I'll come out again, it's not a big problem."

"I'll rest for a while, and it will be Tan Que who controls this body later."

Hearing this, Ye Ling suddenly stepped forward and asked in confusion, "So are you the Black Dragon King, or Tan Que?"

The Black Dragon King touched the back of his head helplessly, remembering what the old man had said to him.

Some things really can't be said outside.

He replied: "I am not like Tan Que. You can tell who controls this body."

Ye Ling said quickly: "I know. What I mean is, will you coexist with Tan Que forever?"

The Black Dragon King was afraid that he would let the cat out of the bag, so he did not answer and closed his eyes and fell asleep on the spot.

He did not answer, and the others were helpless.

Ye An frowned.

He felt something was wrong.

The reason why the Black Dragon King coexisted with Tan Que was probably to protect Tan Que.

Why protect him?

This is the crux of the problem.

It seems that Tan Que and the village chief he mentioned are not just big shots.

Maybe a transcendent figure!

Good guy.

Not counting my ancestor from three thousand years ago, am I the only one here without background?

At this time.

The strong men in the sky seemed to have discussed some results.

Everyone dispersed.

Meng Chen entered the scene and took the human geniuses away.

The commander-in-chief of the demon clan also entered the scene, patted Bai Jianxin on the head and said well done, and then took his family back.

The demons and ghosts seemed to be quarreling.

Lost.

The Apocalypse was also dead.

Their elders were madly accusing their children, and the scolding was very ugly.

"What are you thinking about?"

Suddenly, Meng Chen's voice sounded in Ye An's ears.

He was startled and turned back and said: "I was just thinking, how big can the difference between races be?"

Meng Chen said lightly: "Do you really want to know?"

"You know?"

"Nonsense." Meng Chen glanced at him and said: "The number of alien races I have worked with is more than the rice you have eaten."

"In fact, most races are only significantly different in ability and appearance."

"Other aspects are sometimes exactly the same."

Ye An frowned, and this answer surprised him.

Meng Chen said lightly: "There are millions of different races living in the Hezong Alliance."

"If they really can't tolerate each other, how can this world exist."

"Everyone is just fighting for their own interests."

"Ye An, let me teach you the first lesson of the Human King Palace."

"Your teacher will ask you a question at that time."

"What are you fighting for?"

"This question will stay with you for the rest of your life."

"You can start thinking about it today."

Ye An nodded.

After hearing this question, the answer instantly came to his mind.

Fight for the human race's fists!

This is the reason why Ye An is fighting now, and he thinks there is no problem.

Suddenly, Ye An asked, "Will there be any impact if the Apocalypse is dead?"

Meng Chen said in a deep voice, "The Gods are old foxes."

"Their reaction was not as furious as expected, but they praised our behavior and even forced a lot of benefits on the human race and the demon race."

"Don't worry, you will be indispensable."

Ye An raised his eyebrows and said, "That's not what I said."

"Then I understand."

"For the Gods, whether the Apocalypse dies or not, this game can be solved."

"If the Apocalypse is not dead, it means I will die."

"The Gods will be happy to see this scene."

"It doesn't matter if the Apocalypse dies. They can make a just cut and say that all this was done by the Apocalypse."

"The Gods can still regain a little credibility."

"The order of the heavens can still be barely maintained."

"Yes." Meng Chen nodded silently.

"You won't meet the Apocalypse again in the short term. She should come again in the later period."

"Although your victory did not make the Gods retreat, it at least made them dare not act recklessly again."

Ye An nodded, and then changed the subject: "I just heard Huo Yan say that the Gods will hold a sword-drawing conference soon?"

"The geniuses of each race will arrive."

Hearing this, Meng Chen frowned and said: "Ye An."

"Your going to the Gods now is like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth."

"If they dare to let the Apocalypse come to kill you today, they will dare to kill you at your doorstep tomorrow."

"So the suggestion from above is not to let you participate."

Speaking of this, Meng Chen paused and said: "But this is just a suggestion."

Ye An was startled and said: "It means that the above still hopes that I will participate?"

"Why?"

Meng Chen said in a deep voice: "The above didn't tell me too much, just said it."

"Just now, you little guys delayed the human race for three years."

"What do you mean?" Ye An wondered.

"Well... Do you remember that the Apocalypse went crazy at the end and forced off-field assistance, but the light column finally drained some of the Apocalypse's own power."

"Do you remember this?"

"Of course." Ye An nodded quickly.

"The power in that light column may come from some transcendent figures behind the Protoss."

"The Apocalypse suddenly absorbed the power of those guys, making those guys... well... I don't know how to put it."

As a war strategist, Meng Chen's logic is extremely meticulous, but now he is talking unclearly.

Ye An was silent. He always felt that the other party was deliberately concealing something.

Suddenly.

Meng Chen cleared his throat and said, "Go ask the Grand Marshal."

"There are some things I don't understand clearly, and I'm not qualified to tell anyone."

At this time, the two had arrived at the space station and were walking in the silent corridor.

Suddenly.

"Go ahead."

Ye An and Meng Chen paused.

Ji Shi was standing behind them, and in the blink of an eye he came to Ye An.

Meng Chen left first.

In the quiet corridor, the tall marshal looked at the young boy who still had some immaturity.

Ji Shi said seriously, "Do you know what a great thing you have done?"

Ye An suddenly felt a little at a loss, because at this moment Ji Shi's eyes were very complicated, not the elder's praise for the younger, but a kind of gratitude.

Ji Shi was full of gratitude to Ye An!

"Because of Ji Qing?" Ye An guessed.

"It has nothing to do with Ji Qing. Ji Qing is doing very well now." Ji Shi said, "What you did is something else."

"Has anyone told you that the human race is in danger now?"

Ye An's heart skipped a beat and said, "What?"

Ji Shi raised his hand and opened his own domain.

At this moment, no one in the heavens could eavesdrop on their communication.

In the domain.

Ji Shi quickly said, "Let me briefly explain."

"The human race was not qualified to ascend the throne and be on par with the other seven king realms."

"This is not a matter of strength, it's fate."

"The fate of mankind has long been determined by the gods."

"The gods secretly manipulate the heavens and the worlds, maintaining order and their own ruling status, not relying on conspiracy and tricks, but on causal weapons."

"But some people have rewritten the fate of the human race."

"So our human race has what it has today."

"You want to know who those people are, right?"

"It's Zhao Huaiyi's parents."

Ye An's body was shocked and said, "Zhao Huaiyi's parents rewrote the fate of the human race?"

"They are just two of them. Those who defy fate are not just them, there are others as well. "

"Three thousand years ago, our human race forcibly ascended to the throne."

"The Protoss launched the weapon of causality against the human race!"

"Those who defy fate ascended to the sky to fight with them!"

"Now only two people are alive, the rest have died in battle!"

"One person is secretly protecting the human race in the world."

"One person continues to fight those who hold the weapon of causality in the sky."

"That man has been fighting bloody battles in the sky for three thousand years."

"The beam of light that just descended on the Apocalypse came from his opponents, those who possessed the weapon of causality."

"What the Apocalypse drew away at that time was the power of those beings."

"At that moment, the man caught the opponent's weakness and bought himself a moment to breathe for the first time in nearly a thousand years."

Ye An's body trembled violently, and said: "He is a martial artist, and he can breathe for a thousand years?"

"In other words, he lasted a thousand years in one breath!?"

"Yes!" Ji Shi turned his back to Ye An, pointed to the sky, and said: "He is a human, three thousand years is a long time, everything was fine in the first two thousand years, and he could still hold on."

"But in the past thousand years, his condition has gradually begun to decline, and the opponent is ready to drag him to death in one go, without giving him a breath."

"And your move just now allowed him to breathe successfully."

"The three years Meng Chen told you is a conservative statement."

"You are very smart, you know, if you don't say three years, people may not be anxious."

"But what is the reality?"

"He could last a thousand years in one breath before, and although his condition is worse now, it is still one breath."

"At least there is no problem fighting for another hundred years."

"And if you dare to go to the God Clan to join the war, go to the meeting alone!"

"If the God Clan uses the power of those existences to deal with you again."

"Then, that man can get a respite again!"

"As long as that man is still alive and standing, the causal weapon will not fall on the human territory."

"Once he falls."

"Once the causal weapon falls, the human race will be forgotten by the world overnight."

"So, the victory of you guys just now is actually prolonging the life of the human race."

Ji Shi took a long breath, suppressed the excitement and excitement in his heart, patted Ye An's shoulder lightly, and said: "Don't feel sorry for losing to the Apocalypse."

"You did something I can't even dream of."

"You should feel incomparably proud of yourself!"

No one can imagine the joy in Ji Shi's heart. He even grabbed Ye An's shoulders excitedly and said: "Ye An, you are already a hero of the human race!"

Ye An was swayed by Ji Shi like a chicken. He did not resist. His eyes were a little confused and his brain was confused.

A word that all the young heroes in the world could not refuse kept repeating in his mind.

Hero?

Me?

I am a hero?