nashuaworldcup Chapter 211
Chapter 211
Chapter 211
It's all over.
Liu Bo who was on the steps slowly opened his eyes, and looked at his hands involuntarily, his eyes were full of bewilderment.
"Who the hell am I?"
"Aren't I already dead? Qin, Douluo Continent, which one is real?"
"Zhang Yuan, Liu Bo, who am I?"
Immediately, Liu Bo suddenly seemed to remember something, and stretched out one hand, the golden-red light condensed in his hand, and the Amber Soul appeared.
"Tiger Soul..."
"So, I'm Liu Bo, then..."
Liu Bo's eyes scanned the surrounding area, and finally returned to the steps under his feet.
"Fantasy! Is it so difficult to climb the altar of praying for heaven? It's only one step! It will take a lifetime to exchange!"
After speaking, his eyes quickly swept from his feet to the top floor. After making a rough estimate, Liu Bo's face showed a little bitterness.
"Thousands of steps! If the next step is the same as the first step, it will be a thousand generations!"
Just one life made him confused, after thousands of lives, he still can't become a lunatic?
But can it be avoided?Everything has already taken a step forward, not to mention a ladder to the sky, even if the true way of heaven is ahead, you can't admit defeat!
After taking a deep breath, Liu Bo stepped onto the second step.
Just when Liu Bo stepped on the second step with both feet, a sense of suppression quickly entered his mind, sealing all memories.
The second world opens.
In this life, Liu Bo became the second prince of a king who subjugated the country.
He reincarnated nine times before successfully returning to the country, but he still failed and did not leave the illusion.
In the tenth reincarnation, the world will be unified.
Liu Bo, who was standing on the second step, slowly opened his eyes, and his memory returned.
"Ten reincarnations! It seems that only by unifying the world and ascending to the throne can I be considered successful! I understand what this ladder to heaven is for."
"The person who can replace the heavens and the common people must have the ability to replace the heavens! It can't be done by a hair, it seems that I still took a chance in the test of the first life!"
After finishing speaking, Liu Bo stepped onto the third step.
Just like the second life, memory is first suppressed.
The illusion unfolds, the third world, the son of the family.
And every time Liu Bo wakes up, a painting appears inside the bronze tripod on the altar of praying for heaven, and the painting on it is exactly the picture of Liu Bo climbing to the top in every life.
After a short while, Liu Bo opened his eyes, raised his feet and stepped onto the fourth step.
The fourth world, beggar.
The fifth generation, bandits.
……
Every time Liu Bo wakes up, the youthful escape in his eyes fades away, and at the same time, Liu Bo becomes more and more silent. After a hundred steps, every time Liu Bo wakes up, he directly steps into the next step. level ladder.
333 steps, Liu Bo opened his eyes.
The light in the eyes has completely disappeared, and the eyes are like an old man who has experienced the world, calm and indifferent.
Lift your feet, 334 steps.
In the 334th century, Liu Bo entered the prehistoric world.
When the human race was first born, all the monsters in the sky feed on the human race. Even the smallest ethnic group can bully the human race at will, just because the human race is an acquired race created by others.
The first acquired race in the prehistoric world was born weak, but for those innate races, it could make up for the lack of acquired energy in their bodies.
If the human race wanted to survive, they had to hunt wild beasts, but even the weakest wild beasts were much stronger than ordinary human races, and it often took dozens of people to actually hunt and kill a wild beast.
Since his birth, Liu Bo, as a lucky man, has lived to his thirties, and finally, on a certain day, the blood in his body has accumulated enough.
Martial arts pioneered, and rain fell from the sky.
Since then, the human race has embarked on the road of cultivation thoroughly, but it is completely different from the prehistoric hundred races.
One cultivates spirit, one cultivates martial arts.
Thousands of years later, Liu Bo officially stepped into the realm of martial arts, and the human race also successfully entered the ranks of the prehistoric middle-class groups.
As the pioneer of human martial arts, Liu Bo naturally became the patriarch of the human race.
When hunting wild beasts, a little demon from the first demon tribe in the wild stole a human corpse, and then the news that human flesh and blood was of great benefit to the demon tribe spread throughout the demon tribe.
Since then, the human race has been completely promoted from a side dish on the Yaozu menu to a big meal.
As the highest martial arts cultivator of the human race, he naturally became a delicacy in the eyes of the king of the monster race.
In just a few decades, the human race, which had originally reached tens of thousands, was hunted down to less than 10 by the demon clan, and the demon emperor even personally went out to hunt and kill Liu Bo.
"Demon Emperor! You want to destroy my human race?!"
Liu Bo confronted the Yaozu Yaohuang in mid-air.
"Aren't you afraid of divine punishment from our human mother god?!!!"
The demon emperor dressed in pure golden clothes sneered: "Your mother goddess is a member of my demon clan! How could she turn against my demon clan for a mere blood meal? As long as your human race is not wiped out, she will not Shot!"
"The patriarch of the human race, catch him without a fight! I can still leave more descendants for your human race!"
The blood around Liu Bo's body was boiling: "Demon King, you are too deceitful! My human race, the Ning clan will be destroyed, and I will not be your blood food in captivity!"
"Toast, don't eat fine wine!" The demon emperor coldly ordered: "Leave thousands of human races! The rest will be killed!"
"Demon Emperor!" Liu Bo roared angrily, summoning all his strength to attack the Demon Emperor.
"boom!"
In the end, the difference in martial arts cultivation was too far, and the Yaohuang completely knocked Liu Bo to the ground with just one blow, losing the power to fight again.
Immediately, the Demon Emperor landed and stepped on Liu Bo's back with one foot.
"I want you, the patriarch of the human race, to watch your clan be strangled one by one by my subordinates!"
Under the huge pressure, Liu Bo couldn't do it even with a slight tremor. He could only watch the warriors of the human race being torn into pieces one by one by the monster race and devoured on the spot.
All the old and young women and children died tragically at the Yaozu's hands. In the end, there were only less than a thousand people left.
Only then did the Demon Emperor let go of Liu Bo's foot: "This is what you wished for! All of my clansmen fell in your words!"
"Are you comfortable?"
Liu Bo's eyes were filled with blood and tears, counting 10 people!Count 10 people!
A trembling voice sounded slowly.
"I swear in the name of the patriarch of the first generation of humans!"
"People of later generations, whoever encounters a demon will be killed! Anyone who sees a demon will be killed! My human race should be the eternal enemy of the demon race!"
After the two sentences were finished, Liu Bo stretched out his hand and pierced his chest fiercely. A crystal clear heart of martial arts was gouged out, and he raised his hands to the sky.
"People of later generations, if you violate the family oath! You should be expelled from the human race! The way of heaven, learn from it!"
A giant eye shining with thousands of rays of light appeared in the air, and instantly, all the monsters and humans present knelt down.
Immediately, the seven-color light flashed, and the heart of martial arts in Liu Bo's hand completely disappeared, and at the same time, Liu Bo also lost all vitality.
After the giant eyes disappeared, the Demon King looked at Liu Bo's only remaining body, and felt furious in his heart.
"Kill! The only people left in the human race will be slaughtered!"
In a hidden place, in the pattern drawn by all human warriors with blood essence, a group of more than a dozen children stared at the less than a thousand human races left in the outside world, dying one by one, without making any sound.
The oldest child's eyes were full of coldness.
(End of this chapter)