Fu Cheng, Lin Feng and others dragged their tired bodies back to the Funiu Mountains. It was already two days later, and they searched the area repeatedly, but after all they could not find Jiang Xun.

Actually.

In their realm, whether Jiang Xun was alive or not, they all knew in their hearts. But sometimes, reason is reason and sensibility is sensibility.

"Failed?"

"Jiang Xun didn't come back, it seems, alas..."

As soon as they set foot on the Funiu Mountains range, someone cast their gazes, and the arrival of a few without a gap, it is impossible not to attract the attention of the secretly guarding people.

Then, the old people who were born in the same line noticed that Jiang Xun was missing from Fucheng's group, and suddenly sighed.

"Holy, is there really no hope?"

"Human Emperor, where is our homeland, can we reproduce the world?"

Several old people couldn't help but look up at the sky and whisper, their voices full of confusion and vicissitudes.

People were earnest and pleading, but they were finally disappointed, and there was no response from the sky.

Some old people were in tears, wondering whether the legendary battle that spanned the end of antiquity to the present was not over yet, or whether the emperor of their line had really fallen.

After returning to his residence, Fu Cheng stayed in the house for three days without seeing anyone.

It wasn't until three days later that he came out again. His appearance was younger again, and the wrinkles and folds on his face were flattened a lot, but the vicissitudes and fatigue in his eyes were on the contrary a little bit more.

In just a few short years, several loved ones died before his eyes. He was greatly touched, and he was deeply saddened. It was difficult to accept such a result.

Fu Cheng summoned the other old people and told everyone about the situation five days ago. In fact, at this time, who can't understand the situation?

However, they were very tacitly aware that they didn't mention it in the past few days when Lin Feng and others returned to the Funiu Mountains.

"Maybe we really have no hope of entering the Most Holy Realm, but besides our line, there is also the line of Yan and Huang." Fu Cheng pointed to Lin Feng and said.

Lin Feng stayed for a while.

Fu Chengdao: "Regardless of the congenital line or the Yanhuang line, they belong to the divine soil line."

No one speaks.

Of course, no one was dissatisfied. In fact, even in the world of Divine Earth in the past, there has never been a single line of innate human races.

The innate human race is a human race created by the emperor himself. It has the blood of a **** and is the most noble blood in the human race.

But there are other human races.

Even the acquired human race, on the contrary, accounted for more. The innate human race is like the royal family in the world, and the acquired human race is like ordinary people.

Naturally, there are more people than the royal family.

"My opinion is, don't try to enter the most holy realm anymore. We don't have much strength. Every loss of one person is a great loss!" Fu Cheng said in pain.

Although almost everyone is born with a royal body, sacramental body, divine body, etc., the innate human race is a line of supernatural qualifications.

However, their numbers are small.

Secondly, even if the talent is superb and otherworldly, it takes a lot of time to grow to their level.

In fact, in addition to these dozen or so old people, some of the other old people in the cave, as well as more middle-aged and young people, have not reached Immaculate.

More people are in the God of War and Star Harvesting.

Some people's eyes dimmed. For a cultivator, it is harder for a practitioner to cut the way forward than to let them die.

It's like forcing a normal man to forcibly castrate him. But for the sake of the overall situation, for the future, I have to bear it.