Chapter 1509
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Far away in the southwest, there was a natural barrier that was covered by an invisible barrier. If one didn't pay attention, one wouldn't be able to see it.
The desolate sandman came out of the Great Wastelands Monument but didn't dare to make any strange movements. He gathered a portion of the fine sand into his body and stood respectfully beside Ye Qinghan. He said humbly, "Esteemed Lord, this mountain looks real but it's just a projection. It doesn't really exist. The outside of the mountain is blocked by a barrier. It's just like the real thing. Only we, the other races, can enter the barrier. Once we enter the barrier, there's another world."
Ye Qinghan looked curiously at the mountain range that reached the clouds. It was endless. If not for the desolate sandman's reminder, he wouldn't be able to see that it was a smokescreen.
"Bring us in. We will only hide here and won't disturb the other races. The prerequisite is that you don't provoke me." Ye Qinghan warned.
The desolate sandman nodded. At this moment, he was already convinced by Ye Qinghan. Ye Qinghan's advancement speed was too fast. Previously, he was still at the peak of the pseudo Sector Lord realm and had just broken through. Now, he could break through to the Absolute Circle realm at any time.
His avatar and main body could already communicate with their souls. Their realms should be connected and their strength would slowly be balanced!
The sandman pulled Ye Qinghan's sleeve and bowed, "Esteemed Lord, please don't use your god power. Just follow me into the barrier."
Ye Qinghan was very calm. He quietly followed the desolate sandman into the barrier.
Hua — — —
After taking a step, there was a completely different world. Spiritual energy assailed their nostrils. The entire world was filled with an ancient charm. There were tall mountains, flowing rivers, blooming peach blossoms. It was very peaceful. There was no hostility or killing intent.
Strange races kept appearing in front of them. However, they could all coexist peacefully. There were far more than 10 of them. There were also some natives. They formed a decently sized city.
Sha sha sha — — —
The moment Ye Qinghan appeared, a strange sound came from the forest beside him. A few green vines approached with intense hostility.
The Primitive Sandman hurriedly stopped Green Vine and explained, "This Exalted One is a friend, not an enemy. He's being hunted by humans from the outside world. We should work together!"
Green Vine seemed to be controlled by someone. It was just that it had eagle eyes. Green Vine immediately retreated when it heard the Sandman's words.
"Bring him into the city!"
A hoarse voice sounded out. It was deep and forceful, and it was filled with the dignity of the Grand Dao.
Ye Qinghan raised his eyes and looked into the city. He knew that the voice came from a certain cultivator in the city, so he took the initiative to walk towards the city.
Many eccentrics stared at Ye Qinghan with intense hostility. Their hatred came from their bones. This was a racial hatred because their ancestors had been killed by humans.
Ye Qinghan clenched his iron fists and summoned the Great Wastelands Stele at any moment.
The Primitive Sandman was also very anxious. Ye Qinghan had a World Artifact and his combat strength was terrifying. If they really fought, the gathering place would be flattened!
"Exalted One, we do hate humans. As long as you can explain patiently, they will not attack. Please be magnanimous. This is our last place to survive …" The Primitive Sandman explained anxiously.
Ye Qinghan had mixed feelings about the foreign races. He had just learned from his avatar that the ten foreign races were the murderers of the Baize Saintess. He did not know if he should continue this hatred. After all, this hatred came from the extermination of a race. If Baize had been willing to lend a helping hand, even if the ten foreign races could not contend against the sudden emergence of humans, they would not have been exterminated. Only a few of them were left alive.
Sigh …
Ye Qinghan sighed softly and walked in with the Primitive Sandman.
Boom!
The first to block the city gate was a burly giant that was dozens of feet tall. He was exuberant and seemed to be on fire.
Giant Blood Race!
There was actually a Giant Blood Race!
Ye Qinghan's pupils shrank. The information from his avatar showed that the Giant Blood Race was very powerful. Within the same realm, they were not inferior to the Desolate Lord.
"Human!"
The Giant Blood Race expert stared coldly at Ye Qinghan. He was emotionless and wished he could crush him with a single palm.
Ye Qinghan took a step back and stared at the Giant Blood Race expert. He said in a low voice, "I know a Giant Blood Race inheritor. He has the Giant Blood Race's supreme stone sword. We are not enemies."
"What? My Giant Blood Race has an inheritor? The supreme stone sword is also in his hands? "This time, the Giant Blood Race expert was shocked. He looked at Ye Qinghan excitedly and roared," Where is he? Tell me! "
Boom boom boom!
The sound was like thunder. It rumbled continuously and reverberated within the city.
Hua — — —
The city gate also became lively. To the foreign race experts, this was great news. It could not be any better. This was because one more expert meant one more chance of survival for the foreign races!
Swish swish swish — — —
Several powerful figures appeared in front of the city gate.
The one in the lead was an old man with white hair. He did not look much different from a human, but there was a horn on his forehead! It was as thick as a child's arm. As for his specific strength, it could only be known when he erupted with power.
Beside the old man was a fairy-like woman. She was beautiful beyond words and had a pair of transparent wings on her back. She was about 1.75 meters tall and wore a blue divine robe. She had a valiant appearance and her large eyes were bright and full of expression. They were incomparably deep as she looked at Ye Qinghan curiously.
There were several other old men with terrifying cultivations. They were peak Perfect Circle existences. They held divine weapons in their hands as they stared at Ye Qinghan.
"Human, is what you said true? Is there really an inheritor of the Giant Blood Tribe who is still alive with the Supreme Stone Sword? "The white-haired old man in the lead looked at Ye Qinghan expectantly and asked in a deep voice.
Ye Qinghan nodded and took a step back. He cupped his fists and said, "That's right. That person is my friend. He should be able to arrive here within half a month. Everyone, I am the reincarnation of the Great Desolate Domain's Lord. I have countless people in the Great Desolate Domain, but they were all killed by the combined forces of the Seven Realms. In terms of hatred, I have a deeper hatred than all of you.
"Hahaha! My tribe still has an inheritor. The Supreme Stone Sword has returned … I will inform the Old Ancestor! "The Giant Blood Tribe man was unable to contain his excitement. He turned around and ran into the depths of the city.
The fairy-like woman looked voluptuous and charming. She stared at Ye Qinghan as if she wanted to know if Ye Qinghan was telling the truth. She sensed Ye Qinghan's emotional fluctuations and soul fluctuations. Only when she realized that Ye Qinghan was not lying did she let down her guard.
"Should we expel him from the gathering place? He will attract the experts of the Seven Realms and bring disaster to us! "A foreign race expert behind the white-haired old man reminded in a deep voice.
In a split second, the foreign race experts in the gathering place were divided. Most of them supported expelling Ye Qinghan, but there were also some who believed that they should join forces to deal with the human experts.
The white-haired old man and the fairy-like woman looked at each other as if they were discussing how to deal with Ye Qinghan.
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