Nu Wa has confessed 99999 times, I'm greedy!

Chapter 90
Afterwards, Han Qiao and Han Tiandao ended their retreat.

At this very moment, Han Li and Han Jiao had already led the human race who had stepped into the fairyland, waiting respectfully outside the splendid palace.

Han Li and Han Jiao exuded an extremely powerful aura, as if they were already strong in the late stage of Da Luo Jinxian.

Han Qiao stepped out and stood in the void, his eyes fell on the human race, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Today, there are close to 1 million human beings who have stepped into the fairyland, including heavenly immortals, true immortals, and the stronger Taiyi Golden Immortal.Except for the first batch of human races born, the rest of the human races created by Good Fortune Leaf have also reached the golden fairy realm.

And the second batch of human races that reproduced also reached the fairyland in millions, with varying strengths and talents.

Although the number of millions is not small, it is simply insignificant among the hundreds of billions of human races today. In other words, only one person will step into the fairyland among the nearly one million human tribes.

As one of the three great immortal islands, Fangzhang Island is filled with a very strong aura of heaven and earth, and it can be described as a treasure land for cultivation in the prehistoric world. Under such conditions, the human race has only achieved such an achievement, which is enough to show the talent of the second batch of human races How average.

Then, Han Qiao tapped lightly towards the void, and the overwhelming power of the saint swept out, condensing into a small world in the void.

And this is the dojo where Han Qiao opened the altar to preach.

With the slow birth of this small world, a ladder from the endless void spread to the periphery of the glorious palace.

Seeing this, Han Li and Han Jiao shouted loudly towards the human race.

"You follow me into the dojo and listen to Ren Zu's preaching!"

As soon as the words fell, countless human races rushed to the dojo, their eyes fell on Han Qiao who was sitting cross-legged in the void, and they knelt down respectfully.

"I've been waiting to meet Ren Zu!"

"I've been waiting to meet Ren Zu!"

"I've been waiting to meet Ren Zu!"

……

Han Qiao's eyes were full of lines of endless avenues, and then he looked at the human race lightly, and then waved his hands.

"Wait up!"

Afterwards, with a wave of Han Qiao's sleeve, a futon condensed by the power of chaos appeared under the feet of countless human races.

Seeing this, those human races quickly sat cross-legged on the futon and listened very carefully.

Then Han Qiao began to teach the Dao of Chaos.

From the beginning of the cultivation in the prehistoric world, to the cultivation of the power of laws and the comprehension of the Taoism of heaven and earth, it can be said that everything was taught to the human race in every detail.

Accompanied by Han Qiao's ethereal voice in the void, countless golden lights bloomed from the stars billions of miles away, and countless golden lotuses emerged on the endless land.

Even with the power of space with a small world blocking it, the entire Abbot Island was glistening with dazzling rays of light, above the void, countless celestial maidens appeared out of thin air and danced lightly.

And the human race in the small world showed an obsessed look, and each of them exuded a very mysterious aura.

With the slow passage of time, many human races suddenly realized, and their bodies were filled with the breath of breaking through the realm.

Every time Han Qiao noticed this situation, he tapped lightly, and the incomparably powerful power of the saint immediately condensed into an independent space, which was convenient for the breakthrough of the human realm.

In this way, 400 years passed quickly.

Those human races sitting cross-legged in the chaotic futon had different expressions, some suddenly realized, some looked puzzled, and some even showed confusion...

After all, the Dao taught by Han Qiao is the Da Luo Jinxian and the quasi-sage's way. Among the millions of people, only Han Li and Han Jiao can understand a little bit.

When the time came to 500 years, Han Qiao immediately stopped preaching.

Even so, it took decades for millions of human races to wake up. The faces of those human races were full of ecstasy. Countless people's realms have made great breakthroughs, and many of them are already in the realm. The peak human race directly across a large realm.

"Okay! This lecture is over, let's go!" Han Qiao said slowly after seeing that the human race had woken up.

"I am waiting to thank the ancestors for imparting the Dao!"

Seeing this, countless human races bowed down to Han Qiao respectfully.

"En!" Han Qiao nodded indifferently, and then with a wave of his sleeves, the millions of people immediately returned to Abbot Island, and the dojo used for preaching slowly dissipated into the void.

Suddenly, Han Qiao's eyes fell on the clothes of the human race, he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly, and then asked.

"Stop it first! When did sackcloth appear in the human race, and who made it?"

I saw that the human race who originally wove clothes out of tree branches had already put on sackcloth at some point. Could it be that the legendary Ziyi clan had already appeared?
After hearing the words, countless human races all set their eyes on a young girl with an unmistakable complexion.

The girl knelt down to Han Qiao immediately after hearing the words, and said respectfully, "The little girl is from the Ziyi family, and this sackcloth was made by me, the Ziyi family!"

"En! Not bad!" Han Qiao nodded involuntarily when he heard the words. The girl's realm had already reached Xuanxian. Although she was not outstanding among the human races, she was considered extremely good among the second batch of human races.

"Are there any human tribes known as Youchao tribe and Suiren tribe?" Han Qiao asked again.

As soon as the words fell, two muscular middle-aged men stood out from the human tribe.

"Reporting to Renzu, I am the patriarch of Youchao (Suiren) tribe!" The two middle-aged men said in unison. Among them, the patriarch of Suiren tribe has reached the peak of Xuanxian, while the patriarch of Youchao tribe is Xuan The post-mortem period.

"Well! Wait for the three of you to get up!" Han Qiao nodded, and then his eyes fell on the rest of the human race, "All the human races who have broken through to the realm of the Taiyi Golden Immortal can stay, and the rest, except the Ziyi tribe, Everyone except Youchao tribe and Suiren tribe, go back!"

When those human races heard the words, they all looked enviously at the Black Clothes Tribe, Youchao Tribe and Suiren Tribe.

Those who can be valued by Ren Zu will definitely have great opportunities.

(End of this chapter)