Fantasy: Me! Create a secret building at the beginning!

Zixuan Realm.

The ancestral land of the human race.

On the undulating land, palaces are scattered here and there, interspersed with broken walls and ruins. In some places, weeds have even grown, making it very desolate.

This palace occupies a large area. From the solid foundation, we can see the grandeur of this palace in the past.

"The immortals in this world are too downtrodden."

In a large hall.

A man in white clothes, with dragon patterns embroidered on his sleeves, sat quietly, with long eyes, holding a folding fan in one hand and tapping the armrest with the other, frowning.

His white clothes are as white as snow, and he is spotless.

His facial features are clear and elegant. As if covered with a layer of fog, his expression was dull, and there was a hint of anger in his words.

"Holy Son, this is a human race, not an immortal race."

Behind the man in white, a great saint-level figure shook his head slightly and said.

He glanced at the entire ancestral land of the human race in the Zixuan Realm and sighed softly. This ethnic group is inextricably related to the immortal tribe in the Earthly Immortal Realm.

It can be said that They come from the same origin.

The only difference is that in the Earthly Immortal World, the Immortal Race has ruled for eternity, and no race can compete with them.

However, the Human Race in the Purple Xuan Realm is extremely weak.

Looking at the entire ethnic group, the most A strong man is actually a saint at the peak of his existence!

Not even a saint king.

That's it.

He is just a saint sitting in charge.

And he has reached the point of dying. His life is like a candle in the wind, which will be extinguished at any time. There are not even a few saint-level figures to be found.

It seems that the inheritance of the human race has been interrupted.

The total number of one ethnic group is only tens of thousands.

It is hard for people to believe that such a weak ethnic group is actually the same as their fairy tribe. Races from the same origin.

A slightly larger force can easily completely destroy the entire human race.

"but........"

The person behind the man in white pondered for a moment and said softly:"The human race in the Zixuan Realm was once very powerful in ancient times."

"For example, the True Immortal Xuanmo who entered the Earthly Immortal Realm was born from the human race."

"It's a pity that the later human race had ambitions that did not match their strength. They wanted to rule the entire Zixuan Realm, but they were resisted by all races."

"Finally ended up like this"

"After all.........."

"It’s also your own fault."

The voice of the speaker was cold. He had no sympathy.

He thought that he was from the fairy race, and that he was just a race with the same appearance as the human race, but in essence, they were not the same race.

After all, no one wanted to be with such a weak person. It is related to the ethnic group.

Even if their ancestors had great achievements, it is still the achievements of their ancestors and has nothing to do with future generations.

"Holy Son, we came to the lower realm this time for the inheritance of the Fang family. We need a strong force to better collect information."

"Right now, this human race.........."

The person who spoke looked at a group of human beings in shabby clothes and hopeful faces outside the main hall, and said lightly:"They have no value!"

Since they were collecting information.

The stronger the force, the faster it can collect.

The human race has only one saint at the moment, and even the Holy Lords can't come up with a few. They are expected to collect information, let alone the entire Zixuan Realm, whether they can collect information about a star field.

All in between.

If I and others stay here, they will be like deaf and blind people. When they collect Fang Han's whereabouts, I am afraid that all the true immortal inheritance will be owned!

A cold word.

There is no dissimulation.

He doesn't need to hide it, because he himself is a powerful quasi-emperor. He is aloof and overlooks hundreds of millions of creatures. For a human race that is so weak that only one saint sits in charge.

No need to care what they think.

Outside the main hall.

An old saint, one sleeve of his robe was floating in the air, and his only remaining arm was leaning on a cane. His old eyes fell on the man in white in front of him.

The corners of his mouth opened, but eventually it turned into a sigh.

This group of people fell from the sky a few days ago and came to the human race.

Different from those ethnic groups that have always oppressed the human race in the past, these people are real human races. Originally, the entire human race thought that this was the arrival of the human race from the Tianyuan Realm.

Come and take them to Tianyuan Realm. after all.

News of the war between the Zixuan Realm and the Tianyuan Realm spread throughout the two realms.

Although the human race is weak, they also know that the human race in the Tianyuan world is very strong and occupies half of a huge world. If there are creatures from the Tianyuan world to take them over.

It is undoubtedly a great thing.

But it's a pity.

Those who came were not people from the Tianyuan Realm, but immortals from the Earthly Immortal Realm!

Although these so-called immortals did not bully them, their indifferent attitude still chilled them. These creatures did not regard them as beings of the same race.

I came here just out of curiosity at most.

When the curiosity is over, it will naturally leave.

It comes down to it.

People don't have much sympathy for the human race, and they have never treated them as members of the same race.

"Leave them a skill and some elixirs."

The man in white said softly

"this........"

The middle-aged man behind him changed his expression and said quickly:"Holy Son, this is against the rules. The cultivation methods of my Yuxu Palace are never allowed to be spread to outsiders!"

"If the ancestor knows about it, he can track it down.........."

"I'll carry it!"

The man in white glanced at the outside human race, his eyes deep and calm. In his opinion, the current human race is very weak, and giving them a skill cannot change the status quo. There are only tens of thousands of people in total.

Follow Compared with the huge ethnic group that can easily reach hundreds of millions, it is like a grain of sand in the ocean. Unless they can go to another world, otherwise, this ethnic group will not be able to rise in this life.

Moreover, although he is not a creature from the Purple Mystic Realm, he can still see It turns out that the Zixuan Realm has very strict control over the human race, and the surrounding ethnic groups that bully the human race have their own purposes. They deliberately prevent the human race from rising.

After all, the human race has only tens of thousands of people, and there is only one saint. How much profit can be squeezed out?

They suppressed them because the shadow left by the human race on the Zixuan Realm was too great. Countless years later, they still can't forget the battle in the past. The reason why they will not destroy the human race is simply to treat them as a cherished ethnic group, just in case. If it is destroyed, this ethnic group will completely disappear from the Zixuan Realm.

In the future, it will be told to future generations that there was once an extremely powerful human race in the Zixuan Realm, and future generations will not be able to imagine what the human race looked like.

"yes!"

The middle-aged man had no choice but to turn his palm, and a skill and two bottles of elixir appeared in his palm.

He waved his palm.

The skill and elixir flew out and fell into the hands of the leading saint.

"this.........It’s too expensive, old man.........Cannot accept........"

The old saint's palms were trembling. He looked at the technique in front of him, a trace of desire flashed in his eyes, but after pondering for a long time, he still pushed it out and said in a deep voice.

This is a great saint-level technique.

Although it cannot make the human race rise, as long as a great sage appears, the human race can gain a firm foothold.

Its significance is even greater than giving an imperial weapon to the human race!

"I am not giving it to you, but to the human race behind you!"

The man in white said softly

"this........"

The old saint stiffened and looked at the clansmen behind him. He bowed tremblingly and said with tears of gratitude:"Little old man, on behalf of the fifty-eight thousand, six hundred and seventeen clansmen of the human clan, thank you so much for your benefactor!"

"Um."

The man in white nodded and accepted the gift.

"The benefactor comes from the Earthly Immortal Realm, so he must not know much about the Zixuan Realm. The old man has a piece of news that he is willing to tell the benefactor!"

The old saint said in a deep voice.