"Five hundred years later, I will send you all into the prehistoric world, fight for the human race to reach the top, and clear out all the forces that block the human race!"

Chu Yang glanced at the half-strong man behind him, and after that, he would divide the space and divide the two realms for a while, and isolated the warriors who were preparing to fight.

"This battle is almost bound to die. After you die, no one will even remember it. No one will worship you, and you are willing to fight?"

His eyes swept over the warriors and he finally asked.

"For the human race, I am willing to die!"

Without hesitation, he spoke in unison.

Their expressions didn't even fluctuate.

"A person at this time can give up everything for his tribe and for his protection. This is the purest time and the most respectable predecessor of the human race!"

Chu Yang sighed in his heart.

"Everyone forced out a drop of essence and blood, cut off a strand of soul, and handed it to me. Even if I die in battle, I will resurrect you!"

He smiled.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were stunned and then showed joy.

It would be better to survive without death.

They would not question what the saint said at all.

Each soldier forced a drop of essence and blood from his heart, and a wisp of soul from deep in his eyebrows, fused together and sent it to Chu Yang.

Their aura is also a bit vague.

After Chu Yang took it, he swept the air, opened a passage, and sent the collected blood souls in.

There is the Netherworld.

"You can give up everything, how can I let you really die?"

Chu Yang thought to himself.

Swish...!

After doing this, he waved his sleeves and the river of immortal pills fell in the air, two in front of each person, and said, "The green one is the Creation Pill. After taking it, you can adjust your state to the peak. Eat it now!"

I was neat and uniform, and after taking one, the injury just now recovered in an instant, and my condition reached its current limit.

"The other one, called the Blood Burning Soul Burning Pill, once taken, it will burn your essence and blood, crush your souls, and in an instant, all your power will burst out, with extreme sublimation, and a dazzling blow." Chu Yang's tone was unprecedentedly solemn, "Remember, remember, seal this pill in your body. Do not take it if you are dead."

"It's best to be able to come back alive!"

The last sentence is much lighter.

He knew that once the pill was sent down, no one of these human elites would come back.

Chu Yang hesitated for a long time when refining this pill.

Just now, he was still hesitating whether to send it on.

But thinking about the power of the demon clan and the domineering witch clan, this decision was made.

More than 300,000 soldiers sealed the elixir without hesitation, and could unseal the seal and refine the medicinal power at any time.

Then, they all laughed.

I smiled freely and unreasonably.

"I'm proud of you!"

Chu Yang's voice trembled a little.

If possible, he really wanted to take this group of people away, return to the Tianhuang Immortal Realm, follow him to fight the main world, and stand at the peak of true immortality.

"We are proud of the Holy Master!"

They yelled with a smile.

"In the future, I'll wait for you to return!" Chu Yang said, his face darkened, and finally explained, "There is one thing that concerns the true future of the human race, you must remember!"

This time, his voice diverged into the ears of every warrior present, making them look shocked.

Finally, they returned to peace and nodded.

Swish!

With a wave of his hand, Chu Yang shot out a stream of light, condensed small balls and landed in front of everyone.

"Go!"

Finally, he opened up a thousand channels, and every two Taiyi Golden Immortals led a large number of Golden Immortals to enter one by one.

The moment they entered the space, they all performed a personal ritual to Chu Yang.

Chu Yang responded one by one.

Seeing the last person enter, he felt lost.

"Why don't you send it?"

After a moment, Chu Yang suddenly said.

"I can't help it!"

The third ancestor of the human race walked out of the void, and Suiren showed a hint of sadness.

"Saint Master, if they die in battle, can they really be resurrected?"

Ziyi asked nervously.

"At least, it can be a ghost messenger. After all, the Great Elder has a close relationship with us!"

Chu Yang answered.

"That's all!"

Youchao sighed.

"This battle...!"

They all looked at Chu Yang.

"Leave this battle to me, you three old men will be in charge of the ancestral hall. The human race has been passed down for generations, and you need to be in charge and guard and suppress your luck forever!"

Chu Yang said expressionlessly.

"Saint Master, no one can leave you behind if the human race is missing. As the third ancestor, how can we not come forward without disaster?" Suiren shook his head, "Saint Master, stay in the ancestral hall, and let us three be left outside!"

"Can you block Zhulong? Block Kunpeng?"

Chu Yang asked back.

The three were silent.

"The human race needs you to be in charge and you need your protection. After all, you are the only first generation of human race." Chu Yang said, "I will leave this disaster to me. Don't worry, I will not die easily. In case, if I die in battle and if something big happens, I will discuss with the Great Elder!"

"Saint Master!"

The three were moved.

Chu Yang stepped out, left the ancestral hall, came to a high altitude, and landed in front of Bai Ze and others.

"Human Holy Master, Chu Yang!" Bai Ze looked at Chu Yang and frowned, "How could Daluo Perfection be unfavorable to fellow Taoist Zhulong?"

He tilted his head and looked at Zhulong beside him.

Zhulong didn't say a word, but just stared at Chu Yang with caution.

Last time in the battle, he was so impressed.

Almost killed.

"Nuwa is a saint of the demon clan and also created the human race. The demon clan is above all else. The human race is struggling in the prehistoric world. Not only does it have no hatred, but it is a little close. Why do you need to send troops to our human race?"

Chu Yang accused.

"Why do you need to say too much about all of them?" Bai Ze said coldly, "The Holy Master of the Human Race, give you two choices. One is to destroy the clan. With the power of my heavenly court, you should understand that it can be done easily; the second is to offer 50 billion human beings."

"If this is true, then the human demon will never be together!"

Chu Yang was even more indifferent.

"You are qualified?"

Bai Ze sneered.

"I made a vow in the name of the human saint master that if the demon clan innocently slaughtered our human gentry, our human gentry, for generations, until the infinite disasters and the human gentry are immortal, it will be incompatible with the demon clan." Chu Yang's voice spread throughout the world, "The vast land of the vast seas, the infinite starry sky belongs to the demon clan, and kill one until it is extinct!"

"Did you even kill Saint Nuwa?"

Bai Ze showed a cruel look.

"Our human race, the disaster of extermination is right in front of us. If she does not stop her today, from now on, there will be no more Nuwa's holy image in the human race temple!"

Chu Yang's voice was loud and there was no room for nothing.

Rumble!
To be continued...