Chapter 327 The Enemy of Humanity Has Never Been the Demon Race
"Old Luo."
Xiang Meng's voice was trembling, and he was clearly agitated.
"No, Luo Gucheng, tell me, what exactly is that place?"
"Why do you all want to go?"
"Even if you all die over there, you still want to go?"
"Are you just going to ignore the human race altogether?"
"Why is it only us humans who are going, and not the demon race?"
Hearing this series of questions, Luo Gucheng sighed softly and shook his head.
"I don't know the specifics."
"I only know that the greatest enemy of the human race has never been the demon race, but that place."
"If that place falls, the real disaster would be unimaginable."
"As for the demon race, it's not that they didn't go there, but the demon race is probably more suited to that place, which is why they didn't suffer as many losses as we did."
"Well, I don't actually know much about the specifics."
"It's all some kind of premonition."
For an instant.
Xiang Meng was stunned, as if he were a wooden chicken.
He stood there, speechless for a long time.
What does that mean?
What does it mean that the greatest enemy of the human race has never been the demon race, but that place?
Which place is that?
Why did the ancient sages and saints of the human race pass away one after another?
What are they going to do?
Why did that place fall?
fall?
What were the ancient sages of humanity guarding there?
What impact will the fall of the city have on their world?
All of this is a mystery.
Xiang Meng couldn't understand it.
He wasn't good at thinking about these things.
"I don't understand."
"You know, I'm just a brute."
"I don't understand you people's roundabout ways. Why do we, who are supposed to be saints, still have so many reservations?"
"Isn't it good like this?"
After a long while, he turned around and walked out of the hall, looking utterly dejected.
The footsteps are heavy.
It felt like a massive boulder was pressing down on it.
Just then, Luo Gucheng seemed to sense something.
"Oh, right."
Xiang Meng stopped and turned to look at him.
"Is there anything else?"
After thinking for a moment, Luo Gucheng slowly spoke.
"If you want to go, you can also go to the southwest region and see if you can preserve some good seedlings there."
"Send them, along with the top ten from this Hundred Cities Competition, into the Star Tower for training."
"This can be seen as our compensation to the survivors in the southwest region."
"But try not to get involved in the war between transgender people."
"Since the demon race was able to send six demon saints to warn us in advance, they are determined to win this battle."
"If you act rashly, you'll likely find yourself surrounded and attacked."
Xiang Meng continued to nod silently.
Luo Gucheng said again,
"Oh right, I think I have a disciple over there who is not officially registered."
"If we can save them, we'll lend a hand."
"He has mastered the sword-forging and soul-nurturing techniques I taught him; you should be able to sense something when you see him."
These words were spoken.
Xiang Meng was immediately surprised.
I never expected that Luo Gucheng would still have disciples in the southwest region.
Even so.
Luo Gucheng had no choice but to give up.
This also shows how much pain and struggle he was going through.
Thinking of all this, Xiang Meng felt as if he had been struck on the head with a blunt object, and he responded with a muffled "Yes."
"it is good."
"I see."
Then he turned around and strode out of the hall.
Luo Gucheng stood there, watching his figure disappear through the palace gates, and sighed softly again.
"Why."
"With a formidable enemy at hand, the demon race only desires to restore its former glory."
"They're all short-sighted."
this day.
He really sighed out all the anger he had accumulated over the past ten years.
Luo Gucheng then thought of the disciple he hadn't yet accepted as a formal disciple in the southwest region.
"Only half a year has passed."
"That kid is probably only a Grand Martial Master at most."
"I'll be leaving soon, so I probably won't be able to pass on anything to him."
"Ah... it's all about timing and fate."
After shaking his head, Luo Gucheng walked back to the center of the main hall and sat cross-legged.
Close your eyes and begin your practice.
He had a feeling.
The distance to leaving is getting closer and closer.
But that sense of urgency only grew stronger.
……
Western Regions.
On a desert.
The sun was blazing overhead, and waves of heat were rising.
A convoy slowly drove through the desert.
The convoy.
That's right.
Unlike the luxury car fleets from outside the Western Regions.
Within the Western Regions, strong ancient characteristics are still preserved.
The so-called caravan consisted entirely of a dozen or so horse-drawn carriages, with dozens of guards riding tall horses at the front and back.
These guards were all clad in armor, with long swords at their waists, and exuded a calm and composed aura.
He looks like a well-trained martial artist.
It's really hard to imagine.
In modern society, it is astonishing that this land in the Western Regions can remain so primitive, untouched by any technological interference.
The wheels rolled over the yellow sand.
It makes a creaking sound.
The horses snorted as they struggled forward in the sweltering heat.
It's unclear how long they traveled, but the convoy suddenly stopped.
The guards all dismounted.
Rest on the spot.
Some people took out their water bags and drank water in big gulps, some ate dry rations, and some leaned against the wheels of the car and closed their eyes to rest.
Nobody was using their phones.
It was as if these martial artists had no idea what a cell phone was.
Casual conversation gradually began to rise.
"This awful weather is unbearably hot, it must be over 40 degrees Celsius."
"How much further?"
"Almost there, almost there. We'll be there once we get over that sand dune."
"Hey, tell me, what's the background of that kid that Miss rescued?"
"Who knows? When we found him, he was covered in blood and his clothes were tattered like a beggar's."
"If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, I would have thought he was a dead body."
"Miss is so kind-hearted. If it were me, I would have thrown her into the desert to feed the wolves long ago."
A young guard chuckled and lowered his voice.
"Do you think the young lady has taken a liking to that pretty boy?"
"He's quite handsome, but I wonder if he'll survive."
This statement came out.
Everyone burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, you little rascal, you can't keep your mouth shut. Be careful, or the young lady will skin you alive if she hears you."
"Exactly, what's your status, Miss?"
"Would she even be interested in that wild boy?"
"But that kid is really good-looking. He probably came from the city outside. He's fair-skinned and clean-cut, unlike us roughnecks."
"Come on, he looks like he's half-dead. Let's see if he comes back to life first."
In a short time.
The laughter grew even louder.
Just then, the curtain of a carriage behind them was lifted.
A young girl peeked out.
She wore a light blue dress, and her long hair was tied up with a jade hairpin.
Her face was delicate and beautiful, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes.
It is exactly like a painting of an ancient maidservant.
But at this moment, the girl's almond-shaped eyes were glaring at the guards, filled with anger.
"What are you guys talking about?"
"You can't even keep your mouth shut, can you?"
The guards immediately fell silent.
They all quickly lowered their heads, pretending not to say anything.
The girl then gave a hum.
"If you keep gossiping behind my back, I'll go back and tell the girls to deduct your wages."
Upon hearing that their wages would be deducted...
The guards' expressions changed drastically, and they nodded repeatedly, not daring to utter another sound.
The girl then lowered the carriage curtain and retreated back into the carriage.
The carriage curtain fell.
Inside the carriage, the light dimmed again.
Inside the car, a young man was lying on a thick blanket, his eyes closed and his face pale.
It was Lu Chuan.
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