Tales of Herding Gods - 1141. Chapter 1091 Ah, this is the mortal world (first!)

Qin Mu turned into Mu Qing’s face again, walking on the Tianhe, his steps faster and faster.

The Longhan era began to go downhill at its most magnificent time.

He looked down, but saw that there were many gods in the Metaworld below, and the powerful demigods overthrew the statues of the ancient gods.

Those huge statues are symbols of the power and power of the ancient gods. They are tall and majestic. Some are directly carved from the entire sacred mountain, and some are collected from the gods of gold and iron, which are extremely extravagant.

In previous years, the people of the Li people often came to worship and worship, offering jewels and children, offering sacrifices to the ancient gods who controlled the power aloft, praying for good weather, and praying for God to avoid calamity.

This time the ancient gods went away and left the heavenly court. The heavenly court was hollow in power. The demigods took advantage of the situation to rise and steal power. The ancient gods became old gods. Naturally, their statues would be overthrown, and their altars would also be broken.

However, Qin Mu also saw that after the powerful demigods destroyed the statues and altars of the ancient gods, they enslaved the Li people to work hard and built new altars on the spot.

On the new altar, statues of powerful demigods were erected.

Qin Mu unknowingly walked down the Tianhe River, getting closer and closer to the mortal world. Looking around, the situation of breaking the old gods and establishing new gods was everywhere. The Li people were still enslaved, and it was better to die.

Those emerging gods who hold power are elated, celebrating their victory and superiority, enjoying the beauties and delicacies offered by the people of Li people, surrounded by mountains of various treasures.

They drank freely in the vinegar meat forest, laughed loudly, and were extremely happy.

And under the feet of their stalwart bodies, there were hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of ordinary people crawling, trembling, burying their heads deeply, kowtowing like garlic.

“Ah, this is the mortal world.”

Only then did Qin Mu wake up. He used to walk on the Tianhe River, walking too high, seeing too far, and didn’t see the sentient beings in the Metaverse.

Ah, this is the mortal world.

He just woke up to this point, yes, this is the mortal world, people not only did not destroy the gods in their hearts, nor did they destroy the gods in the temples, let alone the new and old gods above them.

Power is released from the cage, and it is difficult to be kept in the cage again.

The servility was called out, and it was difficult for the waist and knees to straighten up again.

Why has people’s lives been as numb as before, although the heavenly emperor has been eradicated and the rule of the ancient gods has been overthrown?

Why did the old gods have left this world, yet a batch of new gods were born?

Shouldn’t all this change?

Does this Longhan Revolution have nothing to do with mortals?

“Yes, this Longhan Revolution is far from successful. What it revolutionized was only the emperor and ancient gods, only the original ruling class, replaced by a group of new rulers. The Longhan Revolution is fake. , Hypocritical.”

He was a little confused and murmured: “Yun Tianzun, have you seen it? Don’t live too high and too far, you will not see the suffering of sentient beings, too high and too far, you will lose the motivation to move forward, too high and too far, you will forget My original heart and original heart.”

He walked between the towering sacred mountains of the Yuanjie, watching the demigods celebrating warmly, watching all beings as suffering as before.

From Longhan to Chiming, from Shanghuang to Kaihuang, and then to Yankang, the goal of this generation of people with lofty ideals is not personal power and status, not personal desires and wealth, but the simplest belief. God in the broken heart, God in the broken temple.

The night fell, and the night was opened, covering the Metaverse.

His mind was agitated, he turned on the lamp and walked at night, with strange feelings in his heart like the waves of Tianhe.

He is like a pedestrian carrying a lantern into the ancient dark history, looking for the footprints left by the predecessors and sages in the dark, looking for their spirit like candlelight in the dark night.

It is a spirit imprinted in the blood of ordinary people, simple but exciting, tears filled the eyes and blood boiled when touched.

Their simple and simple spirit is deeply imprinted in the dark sky of history.

When there are future pedestrians carrying lanterns into the dark history, the lights illuminate the darkness, and their spirits are like stars shining, inspiring future generations.

Qin Mu did not stop, the long roar of ancient gods and demons came from the darkness, and the sacred mountains in the distance looked like huge beasts crawling in the darkness.

In the darkness, a demi-god deity spotted him and cried out: “Mu Tianzun——”

Qin Mu was stunned, only then did he realize that he was still Mu Qing’s face.

He avoided the demigods who were trying to hunt him and changed his body to make himself look like a demigod.

He walked from night to dawn, and from day to night, gradually approaching the territories of the human race.

In the early morning of this day, he came to the territories of the human race in the Longhan era, and the sun poured down and shone on his dusty face.

He smiled, saw the people working in the farmland, saw the village not far away, and some magicians were teaching children how to open the gods and become warriors.

In the distance, there are also human cities, and the hard-working caravan has already set off, intending to rush to cities of other acquired races nearby to trade goods.

There is a lot of peace here, with smoke rising from the village, and people live and work in peace and contentment.

Qin Mu put the lantern away and walked forward with a smile on his face to face the rising sun.

Suddenly, the sky was violently turbulent, and people looked up in panic and stared at the sky blankly.

Qin Mu looked up and saw the tilted Tianhe like a huge white python hanging in the sky, shaking violently and falling toward the metaworld!

“The geographical trend of Tianhe has changed…”

Qin Mu was at a loss. The Tianhe originally flowed from the Xuandu to the Siji Tian, and then from the East Jitian to the Yuanjie. After passing through the heaven, it entered the sky of the Yuanjie.

Many tributaries of the big river run through the many heavens of the Metaverse, and then flow out from these heavens and gather together.

This big river that runs through the universe floats across the sky of the Metaverse, cuts into the secluded capital and turns into a Styx, and flows into Guixu.

And now, the sky is rising, changing the trend of Tianhe!

Tianhe fell from the sky and was about to fall to the earth.

And the Tianhe flowing on the ground is the Yongjiang for later generations!

But the fall of Tianhe, I’m afraid it will cause annihilation to the people living here!

A flood that swept across the world will destroy everything here!

Without thinking about it, Qin Mu shouted, his body getting bigger and bigger, and suddenly turned into three heads and six arms, a muscular body, leaping into the air to welcome the falling Tianhe!

boom!

Tianhe fell on him, boundless strength pressed on his shoulders, Qin Mu’s vitality bloomed, and his vitality enveloped the Tianhe for thousands of miles, trying his best to prevent this section of Tianhe from falling.

However, Tianhe, which was confined between the heaven and the earth, lost its confinement, all the weight was pressed down, it still crushed his muscles and bones, bent his spine, and pressed his body continuously to the ground.

Qin Mufen roared, the muscles under his skin were swelling, and the big tendons became tighter, six arms supporting Tianhe, like a giant carrying a blue sky, his skin exploded little by little.

Suddenly, on the territories of the human race, a god-man of the human race rushed to the sky, each holding up a section of Tianhe, and the images of their rising figures were streams of light.

Qin Mu’s pressure was greatly reduced, but even if the gods of the human race made their moves, it was difficult to carry the weight of the Tianhe River, which was still pressing them down to the earth of the Metaverse.

Finally, Qin Mu’s feet landed on the ground, and his feet plunged deeply into the ground, shouting at those who looked stupid: “Go away–”