Intercept to teach the little mountain god

Chapter 8

"Hahahaha..." With an arrogant laugh, the entire sea of ​​blood vibrated, and the sea of ​​blood formed a line. Countless mysterious words of the avenue appeared, each of which was blood-red in color, a total of three thousand, and each word revealed the artistic conception of killing. , The words of the Three Thousand Avenues connected the sea of ​​blood into one piece.

The Great Dao Tianyin sang, and each word became a Styx, three thousand Styxes looked at each other and became one, and then turned into forty-eight thousand Styxes, which turned into one again, and finally countless The Styx, turned into one.Turning back into the deity of Styx, he laughed wildly, and said to Di Jun, "Thank you, Your Majesty Di Jun, if it hadn't been for His Majesty to burn my real body, wouldn't I be able to break through the poor way? Today the poor way will kill myself and become the late quasi-sage." , I really want to thank Fellow Daoist, hahaha..."

Di Jun's face was ashen, and he said in a cold voice: "If this emperor can burn you to death once, then he can burn you to death a second time. The sun is real fire, and it will lead to real flames."

"Burn, burn, melt, forge, refine, dissolve..."

Dijun repeated his old tricks, attracting the endless sun's true fire to fall, forming a sea of ​​fire, burning the sea of ​​blood, burning the soul, and the Styx River was burned again, but then on the side of the sea of ​​blood, where the sea of ​​fire could not burn, the true fire of the Styx River The body appeared again, and he laughed loudly and said, "Di Jun, don't waste your energy in vain. There are [-] blood gods and countless blood god sons in Pindao's blood nerves. They are all clones of Pindao. How many?"

Seeing that Ming He was still alive, Zhen Yuanzi was overjoyed, and asked Ming He: "Fellow Daoist Minghe, you really didn't die. So, fellow Daoist really didn't take away the primordial purple energy?"

Ming He said politely to Zhen Yuanzi: "Brother Zhen Yuan, when Pindao picked up the gourd, he didn't see anything, so Pindao can swear."

Zhenyuan hurriedly said: "No, no, fellow Taoist, don't swear, the poor believer may be my old friend's fate." Zhen Yuanzi sighed, said goodbye, and left lonely, Zhen Yuanzi took Walking the gourd, no monk went up to snatch it.As soon as Zhen Yuan left, Di Jun and Tai looked at each other, and at the same time transformed into the real body of the Golden Crow, two suns appeared in the sky, trying to jointly burn Styx to death, Styx has lost face to Di Jun today, Styx is immortal, I am not happy in my heart, as the saying goes, my thoughts are not clear.

Styx shouted loudly, and the immeasurable sea of ​​blood on his back instantly poured on the Golden Crow, extinguishing half of the flames of the Golden Crow. Styx laughed and said, "This sea of ​​blood is already connected to me. Don't let the sea of ​​blood dry. The river is not extinguished, how many seas of blood you can burn, I am afraid that you have not burned the sea of ​​blood dry, and it will become part of the sea of ​​blood."

Dijun's face was livid, and he said to Taiyi: "Go, Styx, today's cause and effect should be recorded, and we will come to the demon court to learn from it later."

Seeing Emperor Juntai flying away, Minghe's face was gloomy, and he snorted coldly, and then said: "I don't know what to say, I will wait for you to come, I will see what you can do."

This great battle spread rapidly in the prehistoric world, and all living beings in the prehistoric area know that the original ancestor Hongyun died because of the attack and death of the ancestor Kunpeng. Kunpeng was seriously injured and fled away, while Di Juntai retreated in embarrassment.

The fall of Hongyun, although Hongyun was alive with a majestic purple aura, which attracted the attention of all living beings, but in the entire history of the prehistoric, this is just a slightly bigger episode. At this time, there is no need for high-level supervision.

Tens of thousands of years of accumulated hatred, there is no need to say anything, Liches are extremely jealous when they meet, they will use whatever means to deal with each other, and their goal is to kill each other.

The hatred of blood still needs to be repaid by blood. It is no longer possible for them to tell who is right and who is wrong. The resources of the prehistoric world are also constantly decreasing in this kind of consumption. In addition, with the birth of the saint, the vitality of the prehistoric world , is less than half of the original full-bodied.

Frequent wars also brought casualties. Countless prehistoric creatures fell, and their souls were restless, crying and howling all day long. Although many were attracted by the sea of ​​blood and had a place to stand, more souls were unwilling to enter the sea of ​​blood , wandering in the prehistoric world.

Seeing that the period of ten thousand years is swaying, the prehistoric land is suppressed by a dull air, and the two clans of liches are actively preparing for the battle, and after ten thousand years, a showdown will be held to determine the prehistoric protagonist.Countless rogue cultivators fled the mainland, fleeing far away from the four seas, and countless great powers confined their caves, fearing that they would be implicated in the Lich War.For a while, Honghuang was all quiet, and all the great powers in the past disappeared.

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Soon, I have practiced for thousands of years, and I will finally take shape, why do I feel an evil spirit around here.Has the Lich Wars already begun?Shanyuan opened those eyes and looked around thoughtfully.

There is still a trace, in another year I will be happy in the world, and this mountain will not be able to trap me.Shan Yuan began to temper his consciousness again.

(End of this chapter)