Outside Liangzhu City, Venerable Long held a scripture made of Bodhi leaves and shaking his head and chanted silently.

On the blue Bodhi leaves, rays of light were emitted from the small golden words. Whenever Dragon Master reads the benefits, a golden light will fly from the page and turn into a dragon that is several inches long and circling around his fingers.

Hundreds of such golden dragons have already swung around the hands of Venerable Dragon, and a trace of rich dragon power has continued to spread from these dragons. Di Shijin, who was standing next to Venerable Dragon, was extremely envious and looked at Venerable Dragon with great respect as if carved from gold, with no flaws, and his eyes were full of longing and enthusiasm.

A ray of golden light flew from the direction of Liangzhu City. The Dragon Lord suddenly raised his head and brought a faint golden light with his right hand blocking the golden light. With a crisp sound, the golden light bloomed at the fingertips of the Dragon Lord Lord. A golden lotus the size of a washbasin slowly rotated, and the sound of "Boradole" floated out of the golden lotus.

"I've succeeded, the four masters quickly enter the city, and I must not let anyone go!" The voice of "Barurodol" was full of pride and reserve.

"Success! Such a sky-high credit!" Venerable Long jumped up, his upright and hard face was like the thawed spring ice, and suddenly opened his extremely bright smile: "Haha, all the disciples entered the city with me and captured all the evil ghosts of the alien race in the city, but if anyone resisted, he would be killed without mercy!"

Taking a deep breath, Venerable Long shouted loudly: "This success will bring you infinite merits. We should be able to practice diligently and be blessed by the fortune of heaven and earth. In the future, we will be able to practice thousands of miles a day, and from now on, we will live a life of freedom and bliss in the ultimate state of happiness!"

With a wave of his hand, Venerable Long took out a bowl with his left hand, and held a Zen stick in his right hand, and strode to the head of the flying dragon mount he was with. The flying dragon, who was dozing off on the huge rock, drank to the sky with a sound of drinking, and rushed towards the sky with all his strength, and stepped on the clouds and supported Venerable Long to fly towards Liangzhu City.

Indra's family was also decaying. He looked at his hands and muttered to himself: "It's over now, and there is no reason to turn back. The way I chose is right. The Indra family has become corrupt. Only by refining the boundless sins of the Indra family in the red lotus karma fire can the Indra family be reborn. I, Indra's family, will be the ancestor of the new Indra family who is a hundred times stronger and ten thousand times stronger in the future!"

With a loud roar towards the sky, Di Shijin pulled out his sword and pointed at Liangzhu. His left hand shook, and a flagpole several feet high appeared in his hand. With a "hulala" sound, a green lotus flag made of brocade fluttered in the wind. Di Shijin raised the banner hard and followed the Dragon Lord toward Liangzhu City with great strides.

"Hu~ Ha" roared, from the Fang Basin, hundreds of millions of human warriors stepped aside and lined up in neat rows, like iron walls, approaching Liangzhu with big strides.

Wearing heavy armor and holding sharp swords, countless human warriors who had become mine slaves were breathing fire, and their mouths were buzzing and praying in a low voice, and they used all their strength to stomp the ground, and approached Liangzhu with a heavy breath. They used all their strength to stomp the ground, shaking the mountains and roaring the earth. The huge footsteps shook the sky and the earth, which scared countless birds and beasts far and near fled in a panic.

Some of these human warriors have just been sent to the Fang Basin by the alien slave hunting team in recent years. They shouted loudly with their blood, like a boiling torrent, and couldn't wait to rush into Liangzhu to take revenge and vent for the sins they suffered over the years.

More human warriors have survived in the mines in the Fang Basin that are no longer visible to the sun. They have never left again after their ancestors were captured by foreigners and sent to the Fang Basin.

Before today, these people who have been slaves and servants for generations have never seen the green mountains and clear waters, the blue sky and white clouds, and they have never seen the ancestral land of their tribes, and have not visited the ancestral temples of their clans to worship their ancestors for many years.

In the dark, damp, and cold mine caves, these human races who have been slaves for generations and struggled to survive like maggots, remember what the ancestors passed down from generation to generation. They are human races, they have their own surnames, and where their ancestors once lived!

They remembered the last words left by their father and ancestors. They were human beings. Their ancestors once lived among the extremely beautiful green mountains and green waters. Their ancestors once walked under the blue sky and white clouds with their heads held high. No matter when, no matter how many generations of people passed down, once they had the opportunity to leave the Fang Basin, they must rush out and return to their hometown.

Many of these human warriors who have reproduced and passed down in the mines of the Fang Basin for generations, dozens, or even hundreds of generations, are wrapped around the waists of rough clay jars. These clay jars of varying sizes are filled with ashes left by their ancestors.

The conditions in the mines in the Fang Basin are simple, and they have no conditions to let each of their ancestors enjoy the treatment of a separate pot. These pots are mixed with the ashes of their ancestors, their fathers, their great-grandfathers, and their great-grandfathers... Many of the ashes of their ancestors and their fathers are mixed in the pots. They want to take these ashes back to their ancestral land and bury these ashes in the place where their ancestors have been buried for generations.

Even if it floats like fallen leaves, if you have the chance, you must bury your remaining body in the place where the clan takes root.

This is the most humble, tenacious, and most precious persistence of the human race. It is this insignificant persistence that has led to the current human race.

But before this!

The human warriors with pottery jars tied around their waists tightly grasped the weapons in their hands, and their nostrils expanded due to extreme excitement in their mood, panting like angry bulls. Before sending their ancestors back to the ancestral land engraved in the depths of their souls, they were going to collect debts from the evil ghosts of the alien race.

My ancestors and my fathers were like maggots, extremely miserable and died without dignity in the dark, dark and humid mine cave. Why can these evil ghosts of alien race enjoy endless luxury in such a tall and beautiful city?

This world is Pangu's world, and Pangu's world is a world belonging to the human race!

The human race dies in the mine without dignity, and the evil ghosts of the alien race enjoy themselves with their own hearts. These human race warriors do not understand any great principles. They only know that if their ancestors die so frustrated, then these alien races can no longer live as they wish!

Anger surged from his heart and then turned into boundless murderous intent.

The heads of hundreds of millions of mine slaves were filled with black clouds like substance. This was the resentment accumulated by countless mine slaves over countless years. The resentment quickly evolved into red murderous aura, like a big banner reverberating over the huge military formation.
Chapter completed!