Chapter 3500: Goodbye psychics

The chaos supreme that came out of the chaos is very vague in the book of the gods.
The origins of the identities of these supreme chaos are too mysterious, each person has countless incarnations, and each incarnation is also a famous in the ancient times.
So really trying to find Lu Yi's identity is like finding a needle in a haystack, it's simply too difficult.
"Who am I?" Lu Yi said to himself in his heart.
Although I was very anxious, there was no way.
Perhaps one day in the future, when the time comes, Lu Yi can solve all the mysteries, and at that time, he must have set foot in the legendary Middle-earth.
"This elder, what you just said only talked about me. Can you explain the origin of the psychic race?" Lu Yi asked.
"My Excellency, don't worry, your memory is now incomplete, and you need me to explain a little bit for you." After the ghost said, it enveloped Lu Yi again with magical power.
Then, other images began to emerge in Lu Yi's mind.
These pictures are actually the memories of Elder Ghost, he just input these memories into Lu Yi's mind to help Lu Yi remember.
In these memories, there was once a strong human named Xuanyuan Huangdi under Lu Yi's seat.
In order to help him defeat the Great Demon Chiyou, Lu Yi ordered the gods of the Ten Thousand Realms to create a divine weapon to kill the devil, which was the Xuanyuan Sword in Lu Yi's hands at this time.
After slaying the Great Demon Chiyou, the ten thousand clan that Lu Yi ruled ushered in a prosperous age, and the subsequent ancient dynasties and ten thousand realms powerhouses all belonged to Lu Yi.
After completing the groundbreaking, this sword has been circulating several times and has created countless legends.
The ghost only remembered that in order to raise the power of Xuanyuan Sword to a higher level, Lu Yi personally searched for the world's most powerful spirit body and injected it into it to become a sword spirit.
This sword spirit is the ancestor of the psychic race!
Sure enough, the Xuanyuan Sword that had been injected with sword spirit was so powerful that even the supreme gods who walked out of the chaos together were jealous.
As a result, many supreme gods began to follow suit, forging divine swords, and then practicing sword spirits with spirit bodies of the psychic group.
In order to please these supreme gods, many people rushed to Kunlun Realm to massacre the psychic tribes, wanting to capture a suitable spirit body to honor the supreme god.
It's just that the psychics are very powerful, and ordinary people are not opponents at all.
Especially the imperial bloodline of the psychic tribe, it can even more contend with the supreme coming out of the chaos under the full burst.
However, the inability to hold back the multitude of people, coupled with the inherent rebelliousness and pride of the psychic race, has also provoked countless powerful enemies.
Many races are afraid of the power of the psychic tribe, worrying that the psychic tribe will retaliate one by one after the war is over, so these people will continue to expand the war and unite all races to launch a large-scale attack on the psychic tribe.
The battle is getting worse, and in the end, killing the psychic race is the goal of countless people.
These people simply don't know that a truly powerful sword spirit needs the approval of the other party from the heart.
The relationship between the sword master and the sword spirit is a partner of both teachers and friends, not masters and servants.
When Lu Yi learned that the psychic tribe had been killed, he blamed himself.
He felt that it was because of himself that the psychic race had such an end.
Immediately rushed to Kunlun Realm to fight against countless ancient gods, the supreme of the ten thousand realms, the sky was dim, the sun and the moon were dark.
Until the Kunlun realm was broken, this battle was temporarily stopped.
After the Kunlun Realm shattered, the psychic tribe was almost annihilated. During the battle, the psychic emperor fell, and the remaining imperial blood also disappeared completely.
After the Kunlun Realm was broken, some psychic tribesmen were overwhelmed and reluctant to take refuge in some powerful races. There were many powerful priests and elders who rebelled.
On the eve of the complete shattering of the Kunlun Realm, Lu Yi promised the psychic clan that one day he would bring back the blood of the royal family and let the psychic clan regain its glory.
So far, the ghosts of thousands of psychic tribes have been buried under the Kunlun Glacier, and they have been holding on for countless years.
"That's it, these things are caused by me alone." A trace of grief rose in Lu Yi's heart.
But Lu Yi suddenly remembered that the psychics he had seen in the psychic capital were too different from the psychic clan people he saw now. What happened?
Seeing Lu Yi's question, the psychic clan explained it.
It turned out that after suffering a devastating blow, these psychic races had to change their physical appearance and fled to various places to prevent their enemies from pursuing and killing them.
Also in order to reproduce the psychic tribe, marriages with the human race, the monster race or other races began to appear in the race.
So many psychic tribes appeared later, with completely different looks.
However, the one that Lu Yi saw before his eyes was the most primitive form of the psychic race.
According to the elder, the common tribe will be greatly affected by marriage and reproduction with other races.
But as a royal family, power can be preserved intact.
"Xiaoguang, if you know that I have found a survivor of your clan in the Celestial God Realm, you will be very happy. Wait for me. When I cultivate to the peak of Xianlu, I will tell you the good news, and I will definitely help. You build a clan of psychics again!" Lu Yi vowed secretly in his heart.
After the psychic tribe was destroyed, the survivors were scattered from all walks of life, and they were constantly chased by other strong men, and they had completely lost their ability to compete with gods and Buddhas.
But the people in the clan have always been convinced that the incomparably powerful nobleman will not give up the psychic clan.
One day he will fulfill his promise to bring back the royal blood of the psychic clan, so that the psychic clan will regain its glory.
Therefore, at the moment Lu Yi appeared, the ghost under the glacier was extremely excited.
"My lord, do you understand everything now?" the psychic elder asked.
Lu Yi nodded and said, "I see, thank you for helping me remember these. Don't worry, I will not break my promise to the psychic race."
"Thank you, your sir! But your sir, you now..." The psychic tribe elder looked at Lu Yi, and there were other meanings in his tone.
"I am very weak now, but I will cultivate to the top as fast as possible."
"No, no, no, my lord has misunderstood what I mean. I want to say that if my lord wants to restore my strength, I have a suggestion to help you."
"tell me the story."
Lu Yi was filled with joy. What he needs most now is to improve his strength. He is willing to try any method.
Afterwards, I heard the elders of the psychic tribe say: "You fought with thousands of gods and Buddhas at the beginning. In order to protect my clan when the Kunlun realm was broken, you cut a finger and evolved the universe with divine power, so that we can inhabit. If you can fuse with this phalanx, your strength must be a huge overflight!"
The words of the psychic elder shocked Lu Yi.
"Sir, please follow me."